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Lost In The Shadows: Part Twelve

A/N: This one is short, sorry, also have began writing my next series, my stuff about that will be up once i'm finished posting this story, hoe you like it, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,159

Warnings: angst, Guns, Bucky being unaware, Wayne, and Brock if I forgot anything let me know please!

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After the stress of being at the hospital worried sick everyday, Y/n had to admit being at her villa in Italy was a nice change from the compound back home. It was also nice that she was able to get Bucky an arm with the thought of mind that money was no object, so she got the best of the best. The best part was it was just her and Bucky, since everyone  back home wanted to keep it hush hush that they were leaving, there wasn’t a security staff always lurking nor did she have any professionals roaming the house like cleaners, and kitchen staff, it felt normal, and she almost didn’t dare say she liked it. 

Currently she sat by the pool, while Bucky was swimming laps, she softly smiled to herself as she thought about it. Tonight they were going to roam the city, starting with an art gallery and then dinner. A lot of this felt so domestic to her and she couldn’t fully hate it. “You okay?” Bucky asked, her eyes opened as she looked at him. “I know you’ve been stressed.” And there was also that, if Bucky remembered he would probably understand the why, because technically you were both in hiding. 

“Bucky, if anything I’m for once not stressed.” She lied through her teeth, she was more stressed than ever before, because they were stuck in a foreign country Bucky had no memory of the Mafia, and for the first time since taking her family business back she wasn’t the one in control of everything, and she hated that. “If anything, I’m excited about tonight, it’s gonna be romantic.” 

As the two of them walked around looking at different paintings, sculpture and other pieces of work. It was nice until a bullet hit one of the paintings, Y/n’s eyes widened. “Get down!” She yelled, she pulled out her own gun that had been tucked away in a secret pouch in her overly big purse, as more bullets came through breaking the glass.

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky asked with wide eyes. 

Y/n looked at him. “Believe me Bucky in another life you’d understand, but for now follow what I do.” She aimed her own gun at the glass ceiling of the building, where she couldn’t see even an outline of a person, she took a deep breath in irritation. “Okay, we’ve gotta get on that roof.” 

“That’s where the bullets came from.” Bucky hissed out. 

Y/n nodded. “I know.” She got up moving, Bucky moved her as she had told him. As people who weren’t dead ran around in panic and fear, and red lights went off with an annoying alarm and people who had gotten shot in the spray of bullets moments earlier laid on the ground crying or dead.  She moved around until she found a roof entrance, she began running up the stairs, when both of them made it up to the roof Y/n found who she was looking for meaning whoever it was wanting to kill her had an open air shot to get her. As Y/n saw it was two people, Sharon and Wayne, Y/n scoffed, wind caused her hair to blow everywhere. “You two have got to be shitting me! You're working together?” 

They both looked at her with wide eyes. “She betrayed Brock, so I'm here for both of you!” Wayne was the first to speak. 

Y/n began to actually laugh. “That’s a good one Wayne, you're working for Rumlow, you're not even stupid enough to do that.” 

“You're the one who’s gonna lose out, Y/n, you are the one who lost doing business with him, and you're gonna die for it.” Wayne smiled wickedly, Y/n noticed he looked different; he'd been bulked up or something. 

“Are you on that fucking staroids he wants to sell on the streets?” She scoffed able to tell, by the obvious side effects. 

“It’s called ‘the serum’.” He said aggressively. 

“Oh, please, all those blue crystals are gonna do for you is kill you eventually.” Y/n was taunting him. 

“Okay that's enough.” Sharron stopped her from continuing. “I’m killing you, and then taking everything you’ve built.” The blond held up a gun at Y/n, making her do the same. 

Y/n, wasn’t aiming for her sister but Wayne, as her finger pressed the trigger Sharons did the same and she ducked down, with Bucky as she watched Wayne fall off the building with blood spreading on his shirt. 

Sharon watched and hurried to follow where he fell, jumping off knowing Y/n was giving her one more chance to get her. Y/n liked a game especially with her sister, so she was willing to play it, if Sharon killed her next time she’d win, only getting one more chance to try again, before Y/n would kill her. Y/n looked at Bucky making sure he was alright, he looked shaken up but no wounds, she helped him up. “Are you okay?” She asked, and he nodded. “Okay come on.” 

When they got back to the villa she began packing everything they had brought, moving as fast as she could.  “Y/n what the hell was that!” Bucky yelled, making her freeze up, stopping what she was doing.

Y/n whipped around. “You're not gonna talk to me like that!” She yelled back. “You're the one who doesn't remember anything, and doesn't know what is going on so you're not gonna yell at me, I’m doing this for your safety, because I care about you.” 

“Explain what’s going on then.” He said with irritation. 

“My sister, who is a skilled assassin, and a guy I refused to do business with are trying to kill me and possibly you, and that’s how we ended up in the hospital I’m assuming, and your don’t remember this because of what you got in the accident, Bucky I’m a mafia boss and so is your brother, but we’ve gotta go if you want to live.” She spoke with pure urgency, she moved up to him, placing her hand in his, she slowly moved in closer to him, kissing him softly. “Bucky, I love you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, if you come with me I’ll make sure you don’t die.” 

Bucky pulled her closer to him. “I’ll go with you, but be honest with me from now on.” 

Y/n looked at him and nodded. “Okay, for now pack, I’ll figure out where to next.”

_____

Brock shook his head, as Wayne's feed and tracker turned red, he slammed his hand on the desk, a mix of anger and joy. Wayne had been helpful but soon became a pest on his shoulder, he huffed knowing he needed to know Y/n’s next move. He had to be the one to finish her off. 

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So this story had been stuck in my WIPs for months now and I first shared the idea about 5 months ago on this ask. So basically...

'We breathe a sigh of relief' is a story about 8 people who discovered they were another type of human species. It is essentialy a Sense8 AU with multiple driver pairings (Charlos, Carlando, Yukierre, Maxiel, Alonstroll... you get it.)

The plot still does not exist but I'm already about 5k words into the first chapter. The first chapter will essentially be similar to the first episode of Sense8, so if you have seen it, then this will be familiar to you. I will share half of the first chapter but please read the following notes below first:

This story contains depictions of sensitive and complex topics such as death, suicide, gun violence, physical violence, drug use, emotional manipulation, misogyny, and sexual acts. These themes may be uncomfortable or triggering for some readers. Hence, reader discretion is advised. It is the responsibility of the reader to manage their own reactions to the material.

Enjoy. :))

Inside the remains of an abandoned church, the air was thick with the musty stench of dampness and decay. The once beautiful stained glass windows lay shattered and scattered amidst the rubble and debris, casting ghostly shadows on the ruined walls.

A filthy mattress lay in the centre of the room. Upon it, a man writhed in agony, his anguished sobs and groans echoing off the walls.

He reached for a small tin box under the mattress, bony fingers frantically searching for relief.

Blockers. His blockers. Where are they? He should have more. He swore he had more. He wants— No. He needs it. He just needs one, just a small piece, it would do. Please.

Finally.

He found one: a small, broken piece—a glimmer of hope.

Temptation whispered in his ear «take it!» loud and demanding.

But a smaller voice pleaded.

Don’t.

He looked at it, the small black pill, imagining the pleasure of it melting in his mouth, the tingling sensation as it blocked his sense, the way it relaxes his muscles, they way it lulled him to sleep.

Peace.

But he couldn’t do it. Not yet.

Begrudgingly, he kept it in his pocket. As soon as he did, his body started to contort and twist in pain, his nails digging through the mattress, red staining the soiled sheets.

He can’t take it anymore. He needs something. He needs someone.

"Seb," he cried out, reaching out his hand, clawing for the surface of the water like a drowning soul fighting for air. “

Seb,” he called out again, his heart pounding. Please.

His outstretched hand caught a familiar warmth, saving him.

“Mark!” his voice raw as he pulled him up. Sebastian held him close, Mark’s body sagging against him. “I’m here love, I’m here,” he whispered, his fingers brushing through Mark’s hair as he held him in his arms.

Mark looked up at him. He could breathe again. “You came,” he said through his smile. Despite it, Sebastian could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the pain etched deep in the lines of his face.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Sebastian sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Shhh. Don’t cry. I’m still here love, still fighting,” Mark said, hushed.

“All this time?”

“All this time.”

Damn it, Mark. “Don’t do it alone. I’m here. I can help,” Sebastian begged.

Mark shook his head. “I can’t risk it,” he said, cupping Sebastian’s cheeks. “You’re too precious to me.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Mark,” Sebastian said, his voice breaking. “We could do this together.”

Mark shook his head. “It’s too late,” he said, his voice strained with pain. “I’ve run out of time, and I’ve run out of blockers. He will find me soon enough.”

Sebastian's heart sank as he realized what was happening. His voice shook as he said, "No... no no no. I'll come to you. I'll ask for help and get you out of—"

"Don't. Please don't,” Mark pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or else, he will find you too."

As soon as Mark uttered the thought of him, the devil showed itself.

His gloved hand picked one of the aluminium wrappers on the floor, inspecting it. «Is this how you’ve been hiding from me? Blockers?» Toto whispered in his ears, a menacing growl. The hairs on the back of Mark's neck stood as he refused to give the devil the satisfaction of a response.

He was dressed in all black: black coat, black sleeves, black everything—a perfect reflection of his rotten soul if he even had one.

"I don't care if he finds me," Sebastian choked out between sobs. "I just don't want to lose you, Mark. Not you too. I don't know how I'll go on without you," he admitted, his voice breaking with the weight of his emotions.

“Shhh… I know you can do it, love,” Mark reassured. “I believe in you.”

«Is that, Sebastian?» Toto asked with a smirk, all too eager. «Tell him, I can’t wait to meet him.»

Mark's heart skipped a beat. Sebastian felt it, his eyes growing wide. "Is that him?" he asked.

Mark managed a faint nod, trying to conceal his conversation with Sebastian from Toto.

«I wonder what your precious Sebastian would think if he knew all the things you did for me,» Toto mused, his eyes glinting with pleasure. "Do you think he'd still love you, knowing what you've done?"

Mark gritted his teeth, refusing to give Toto the satisfaction of a response.

“Seb, listen to me,” Mark said, urgent, indifferent to Toto. “I found hope, Seb. I found more of us.”

“What do you mean?” Sebastian asked, his brows furrowing.

Mark knew Toto was listening. He knew that he would hunt them regardless, just like how he hunted everyone else. But He can’t let that stop him. Sebastian and his children were his last hope.

The pounding pain in his head grew. The clock was ticking.

“I’m giving birth,” Mark revealed.

Sebastian's eyes grew wide but deep in his heart he knew what was happening. He felt it.

A sinister grin crept up on Toto's face, his eyes glinting with malevolence, before he broke out into a cruel laugh. «Oh, Mark,» Toto said, »how nice of you to bring them into the light for me. Thank you. It would be my pleasure to meet them too,» he warned.

“But,” Sebastian said, apprehensive. “They’ll get hunted down by Toto, by the FIA.”

“I know,” Mark said, “But promise me, you’ll protect them. Promise me that you’ll show them the light.”

Another mocking laugh came from Toto. «I always find my prey, Mark, you know that. You really think little Sebastian can protect them?» He tutted. «How optimistic, even for a dying man. Let me clarify a few things for you, alright? First: I will find you by the end of this night. Second: I will have Sebastian by morning. Third: All eight of your children? Gone before they could even say hello to each other.»

Mark’s breath hitched as he felt Toto’s satisfaction. No. It’ can’t be.

«Did you feel that, Mark? My team just found your location. Looks like we will be meeting each other sooner than I thought,» he said, disappearing the moment the words left his mouth.

“What did he say?” Sebastian asked.

He can’t know. “Seb, love, I need you to be strong alright? I need you to be there for them.”

Time. He felt it slip away from his fingers.

“Why can’t you do it, Mark?” Sebastian pleaded, his voice strained. “Show them the light, just like you did with me?”

“Oh Seb,” Mark sighed, kissing Sebastian’s knuckles. “I wish I could. But I’m running out of time.”

Sebastian shook his head. He wished that he could do something to help Mark, to take him out of his pain, to protect him from Toto. But he knew better, he knew that the only thing he could do now was to do what he was asking.

“Okay… Okay,” Sebastian agreed through broken sobs. “I promise— I promise I’ll find them… and protect them. I’ll try.”

Mark smiled, feeling a moment of respite before pain surged through him again, all at once.

It was time.

Mark's consciousness ignited, a cosmic burst like a supernova, casting luminous tendrils that surged through the obsidian expanse of the One Mind. One mind is a place one can feel but never reach, a concept one could know but never understand, an idea within grasp but always intangible.

What was once a sanctuary for homo sensoriums, now a graveyard for those who came, and those who hide. It used to be a universe, glimmering with stars, but now it was just a void, except for the faint light of those who hunted them, one of their own. Those who work under Toto. Apart from them, no one else dared to come here. Coming here is like wishing for death.

Perhaps it was cruel, giving birth to his children in such cruel times. But it seemed worse if he didn’t, a betrayal to himself, to the future of his kind, to the forces that led him to them. A selfless yet selfish act.

At the precipice of this vast expanse, Mark found them. Faint beacons of hope, his children, like distant stars in an infinite night. Finding them was nothing short of a miracle, a work of the Divine. Who would’ve known that their salvation lay dormant beyond their grasp waiting to be known.

So that's what he did. He made them known.

He drew them in until

they were a part of him,

a part of those who came before,

a part of everyone who still lives.

Together, they were One.

“I see them,” Mark announced, his tone full of hope.

“What are their names?” Sebastian asked, hushed.

Mark closed his eyes as he made his very first and last visit.

In the dead of the night, buried under the bricks of London, the DJ ignited the dance floor with the unmatched beats of techno music. A sea of people jumped and swayed, bathed in a spectrum of neon colours. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and perfume, tequila and vodka, marijuana and coke. Everyone danced like it was the last night of their life.

The moment the DJ dropped the beat, he saw him, the man in white standing in the midst of the crowd like a rock in the middle of a torrentous river. Unyielding.

Who the fuck?

“Lando,” Mark said.

Under the glimmering lights of Times Square, the Artist clung to the cold steel of a lamp post, patiently waiting for something interesting to behold itself. His keen eyes peered through the viewfinder of his Leica M6, scanning the crowd.

He was framing a shot when he saw him: the man in white, standing in the middle of 7th Ave, yellow cabs passing him by. He was tall and lean, his features sharp and chiseled, his piercing blue eyes seemed to glint with ancient wisdom, and his pale skin was almost translucent, like he was made of moonlight.

Click. The shutter closed.

Gone. Just like a ghost.

Was he dreaming?

“Charles,” Mark said.

On the rooftop of a war-abandoned building in Moscow, the Spy proned, his eyes peering through the scope of his rifle. The frigid winter winds bit his skin but he paid it no mind. He has one goal tonight and he is not leaving his spot until he achieved it. So he waited, his breaths shallow and measured.

That's when he saw him: the man in white, blending in with the snow, staring back at him. He seemed to glow in the darkness, his piercing blue eyes boring into the spy's eyes, seeming to see right through him with an all-knowing gaze that sent shivers down his spine. His gut had never betrayed him before.

Max placed his finger on the trigger.

Bang.

“Max,” Mark said.

Beside the Old Port of Montreal, the Hacker sat in front of a wall of screens, his fingers dancing across the keys with the fluid grace. Lines of code streamed across the monitors, their glowing green text a mesmerizing sight. His eyes scanned the code with a hawk-like precision as he crafted a programme aimed to kill and destroy.

As he turned around to get a drink, the man in white stood in his apartment, his ashen skin illuminated by the monitors. Lance yelped, falling to the floor with a thud, his head hitting the sharp corner of his table.

Ouch.

“Lance,” Mark said.

At the top floor of a gleaming skyscraper overlooking the Marina Bay Sands, the Businessman sat through one of the most pointless meetings he had ever attended: the succession of the largest media empire in the world. His father sat at the head of the table while a line of lawyers were infront of him and his lovely sisters beside him. No offence to his sisters but a woman can’t handle the pressures that came with running this empire.

He was about to say something when the man in white appeared behind his father.

¡Madre mía!

“Carlos,” Mark said.

In the rugged terrain of the Australian Outback, the Daredevil defyed gravity by soaring through the air on his dirt bike. The engine roared, as he revved up for another hill, wheels kicking up a cloud of red dust, the sun beating down mercilessly on his tanned skin. He lived for the thrill of danger, elusively dancing death with every trick.

He saw him the moment he launched into the air: the man in white, standing on the track, curious. For a moment, the daredevil was suspended in the air like a bird, before he landed with a jarring thud, his bike bucking beneath him as he fought to regain control.

Fucking cunt.

“Daniel,” Mark said.

Under the clay roof of a small sushi restaurant in Tokyo, the Chef in his pristine white uniform glided the sharp edge of his knife across fresh tuna, preparing it with the precision and artistry of a master. The scent of freshly grated wasabi and soy sauce wafted through the air, mingling with the subtle, sweet aroma of the rice vinegar. Soft murmurs of his customer mingling and enjoying the food filled his ears.

He carefully placed two pieces of Tuna Nigiri on a plate before coming to attend a new customer standing by the door, the man in white. “Irrashaimase. Nan mei sama— Eh?” the chef asked, stopping when he saw a foreigner wearing white, with blood dripping on his forehead. He was unsure wether he wanted sushi.

Daijoubu?

“Yuki,” Mark said.

Under the relentless sun of Djibouti, the Soldier stood stoicly in the face of the blistering heat. His uniform clung to his sweat-soaked body, fingers clutching his rifle, waiting for his captain's signal. The hot, dry air was thick with the stench of diesel fumes and dust, the gritty sand coating his boots and filling his nostrils.

The glare of the sun was blinding, casting harsh shadows across the barren landscape and making it nearly impossible to see.

But he still saw him, the man white, standing on top of mudhut, staring down at him.

Contact!

He pulled the trigger.

“Pierre,” Mark said.

“Boys… they’re all boys?” Sebastian asked.

"Just like your cluster," Mark added, tinged with sadness.

Sebastian was the last of his cluster.

Mark was the last of his cluster.

“I’ll find them. Every single one of them. And protect them,” Sebastian promised.

Mark's touch was gentle, his fingers brushing delicately against Sebastian's cheek. ”Thank you,” he whispered, “for everything.”

Sebastian leaned into his touch, letting the world around them fall away as they savoured this fleeting moment.

"You look as beautiful as the day I first met you,” Mark said. “I wish we had more time.”

Sebastian clutched Mark’s hand. “I love you,” he said. “Always.”

“Always.”

Mark brought his face close to Sebastian's, and they shared one final kiss. Tears streamed down Sebastian's face as he held Mark close. He felt all of him: his soul, his body, their love.

For one last time.

The soft screeches of tire on asphalt broke through the silence. The devil has arrived.

“Go,” Mark whispered, giving Sebastian a choice.

“No,” Sebastian rebelled. “I’ll stay here till the end.”

Mark managed a weak smile. He knew this was coming. He reached for the black pill in his pocket, the last one.

Sebastian closed his eyes, withdrawing. Mark had always been wiser than him.

“I’ll see you on the other side?” Mark

Sebastian nodded. “I love you.”

Mark took one last look at Sebastian before swallowing his last blocker. Within seconds, the light of the One mind disappeared along with Sebastian.

Sound of heavy boots approaching echoed through the church, an all too familiar signal of impending doom.

With newfound determination, Mark reached for the pistol hidden under the mattress. It was his last resort.

Toto turned the corner with an army of soldiers in black in his trail. “Oh please, Mark,” he said, eyeing the pistol. “We both know you won’t do it.”

“Watch me,” Mark taunted, pressing the cold barrel on the roof of his mouth before the devil could posses him.

"Stop him," ordered Toto, his voice betraying a slight tremor. His soldiers sprinted towards Mark, desperate to catch him.

But they were too late.

Bang.

-+-

Max jolted awake, instincts kicking in as he snatched his pistol from the nightstand, aiming at the intruder who just fired a shot.

But there was no one else in his bedroom.

What the?

The clock read 4:00 AM. He winced.

The sound of the gunshot still rang in his ears, reverberating like a thunderclap, igniting a searing pain in his head. He wanted to sleep more, but the pain wouldn’t let him.

"Damn it," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He stood up and stumbled towards the bathroom. He switched the light on, assaulting his eyes and making the pain worse. He walked over to the medicine cabinet, fingers frantically searching for relief but he was only met with empty bottles of painkillers. Leaning over the sink, he prayed for it to subside, to no avail.

The man in white…outside blending in with the snow…inside a church…staring back at him…a black pill…a pistol…bang.

It’s been a week since he first saw him. He doesn’t know why he still kept seeing him in his dreams. He used to not dream at all.

It’s fucking him up.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up?” a voice asked, bringing him back to reality.

Rico Verhoeven, his partner, leaned against the doorway in all his glory for the world to see. "Can you put on some pants?" Max asked, his voice clipped.

Rico’s brows furrowed. “Since when did you care?” he asked.

“Since, right now.”

“Too bad. Deal with it.”

“Rico, I’m not in the mood to—” Max said.

"No shit, you haven't been in the mood," Rico said, his voice a low growl, grumpy.

“It’s just the migraine…” Max attempted.

“Just the migraines my ass,” the giant scoffed. “We’re going to be stuck in this shithole for two more months if you don’t don't tell me what's actually going on.”

Max hung his head low, quietly admitting defeat. He had almost sabotaged their mission. If it wasn't for Rico's intervention, they would have blown their cover and probably be on an electric chair under the Kremlin right now.

Rico let out a deep sigh, walking over to Max, placing his massive hands on Max's shoulders, and kneading them with a firm grip. "Do you need some… loosening up?" he suggested, his voice softening, carrying another meaning.

This was Max’s eighth mission assignment with Rico. They are Field Agents working together for the Vanguard Intelligence Agency (VIA) for five long years. They had been through it all: stranded in deserted towns of the Gobi Desert, hid in the cargo hold of container ships during a typhoon in the middle of the Pacific and even camped in the middle of the Siberian permafrost. Isolation had always been part of the job description. Field agents like him are trained to spend a year without human contact. Not a single one. But luckily for him, he was assigned a partner.

A partner who was willing to… relieve him of the stress that came with the job. Max was also more than willing.

However, their missions were bearable most of the time. But occasionally, fear and uncertainty swoops in from their back, taking hold of their thoughts. And it usually came at night, when the world was quiet.

But it wasn’t one of those nights.

Max shook his head, careful not to jog it too much. “No,” he said, removing Rico’s hands off him. “Like I said, not in the mood.”

“Alright, if you say so.” he shrugged, turning to leave. “Goodnight, partner.”

“Before you go,” Max said, stopping Rico. “Can you tell the neighbours to turn the music down?”

Rico frowned. “What music?” he asked, bewildered.

"The music. Don't you hear it?" Max asked, his voice strained with confusion and pain. The sound was deafening, drowning out all other noises. He could feel the bass reverberating through his bones, and the cheers of a crowd were like a knife to his already throbbing head.

“Max, there is no music,” Rico said, concerned. “And we don’t have any neighbours.”

But the music and cheers only got louder, taunting him. "Never mind," Max said, his words clipped as he pushed past Rico, ignoring his partner's worried gaze. "I'll do it myself."

Max stomped over to their neighbour's door and banged on it, the sound of his fists echoing in his own head.

"Hey, open up!" he shouted, his voice hoarse and frustrated. The blaring music spilt through the cracks of the door, grating on his already battered senses. Realizing that screaming was no use, he resorted to force. Stepping back, he kicked the door open, causing splinters of wood to fly off the knob.

He got what he wanted. The music stopped. The cheering stopped.

Because no one was there.

-+-

Everybody was there.

In the rugged terrain of the Australian Outback, Daniel savoured everyone’s cheers as he landed another stunt. After a solid week of sitting on a couch munching on potato chips, drinking coke and jerking off three times a day, he was pumped to have his baby, the KX250**,** in between his legs again.

“BOOYAH!” He cheered. “Oi! You didn’t see that coming, did yah?!”

Oscard rolled his eyes, unamused. Of course, he was. The cunt just kissed his 500 quid goodbye.

Daniel? Oh yeah, he was born to be behind the wheel. He also meant that literally because her mom was leaning on his dad’s massive monster truck wheel when he came out of the womb. Nuts, right?

What's more nuts is that at three years old, while most kids were still drooling trying to figure out how spoons worked, he was already speeding around in a go-kart. Shocking by today’s standards. Back then? Nah, just another Tuesday. Though if it were now, his dad would probably have his own reality show titled: "How to Kill Your Kid While ".

At six, he was zipping around on a mini dirt bike. Sure, by today's norms, it's like giving a kid a chainsaw for his birthday. But Daniel was practically NBA height at that age, so his father thought, why not put my son on a bike? A Kawasaki one, at that.

By ten, he was racking up trophies like they were Pokémon cards. Australian Motocross Championship? Check. Australian Rally Championship? Yep. Australian Kart Championship? Of course. And that's just the start of it. Let's not forget the I-beat-grown-ass-adults-at-racing-stuff awards too, like the Finke Desert Race, Targa Tasmania, Rotax Pro Tour…

You know where he's getting at. He's cool, right?

Damn right, he was.

I don't know if I will ever come to complete this and post it on AO3 it's definitely quite a challenge. So for now, it would exist here. :)) Ignore this if you've done it already, but I'll tag @pgaslys @queent09 & @effervescentdragon If y'all have any WIPs share them. :))

#mine #my fics #Sense8AU #this story is not for the faint of heart #heed my warning #Mark Webber #Sebastian Vettel #Toto Wolff #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #lance stroll #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #rico verhoeven #lando norris

[skyevergreen]

Solitudinarian (A horror short story Im writing)

(Little pre-thing this is my first time really posting anything of this kind on Tumblr and So im gonna post this story in chunks and as I write more do little updates also very rough draft) “We interrupt your current broadcast to bring an emergency broadcast, this broadcast is being brought to you by the United States Public safety department and is a message to all residents of the United states. There have been a total of 500 thousand people coming into hospital with symptoms never seen before in any known virus. Symptoms observed have been red eyes, nose bleeds, ringing ears, irregular behavior, sleep walking, violent and sporadic movements, twitching, and overall brain failure. All cases of this virus have been fatal, and those who haven't died are now missing. Those infected have reported seeing shadows in the corner of their eyes, or feel like they are being watched. Along with infected individuals, sightings of tall and disfigured silhouettes have been spotted around neighborhoods. If you make contact with any of these creatures, make distance between you and the entity. If you or a family member are suffering from sickness, do your community a favor and keep yourself indoors and locked inside. For those uninfected lock all doors and windows, stock up on supplies, and do not leave your home. Have trust in your government, May god be with us all”.

The TV broadcast rips through the air once more. It's the same old message that has been repeated for the last 2 months. I tune in just for the chance of there being an update, a chance that maybe this whole thing will all be over. As the same words play again I hit the power button to the box Tv leaving me alone in the darkness of my living room. My stomach growls and I feel my body ache at me telling me it's time to eat, all these days that have strung together hunger is the one of the things that's at least stayed the same. I stand up feeling my body ache and looking around at the can littered floor I make my way to the kitchen. Flicking on a light switch, blinding myself for a few brief moments. As my eyes adjust I lay sight to the dirty counter space that matches the off white walls. A cockroach crawled from under the fridge and almost as fast as it crawled out it scurried right under another counter. Taking a deep breath I open the cupboard to be met with stacks of canned food. Sighing deep I grab one of the cans of food and pry it open, my eyes are met with the can of meat that I'm only half sure what's in it. But it's better than starving so I sink a spoon that I had found on the nearby table into the meat. It gushed liquids and made a disgusting noise as I dug into it. Getting a spoonful I take a bite and chew, it's the same stuff I've been eating for days now. The disgusting taste is now almost welcome. As I finish the can of food I lay it on the counter with the rest of the empties. My eyes are heavy, I've been awake for far too long, it's probably best I get some rest. I leave my kitchen and make my way down my hallway, that seems to extend for miles due to the beckoning darkness. I stumble down the hall passing the bathroom door, I arrive at my bedroom, it's lit by a dim lamp revealing the piles of clothes and several empty bottles of water. I fall onto my bed reaching to grab my medicine from my bedside table. I take 2 pills and lay my head on my pillow and let the mattress grab ahold of my body. As I close my eyes I feel myself drift off into the void of sleep, Maybe tomorrow will be different.

#short story #horror #creative writing #orginal work #rough draft #writing #project

[sweet-beezus]

I was excited to start working on this prompt for @khoc-week as soon as the prompts dropped, specifically due to an AU RP group called Army of the Roses (started by @/pig-warship, sorry boo didn't want to ping you to death-) I've been involved in since 2019!!

To all my homies that are/were involved I love y'all this fun ditty is dedicated to you!! :)

If you've seen a bunch of my art in the Kingdom Hearts OC tags as of late, about 99% of it tends to be tagged with the name of the group, as to me it is like a brain eating amoeba that's Iliana (And Penna and Mando-) shaped (affectionate).

But before I delve too deep, let's get into the prompt!

Day 4 - Alternative Universes

I'm not gonna go too far into the lore of the AU because we'd be here all day, but I'll give a sprinkling for context!

The AU takes place hundreds of years after the events of Kingdom Hearts in a time where names like Sora and Xehanort have mostly been forgotten, but the events are still at least remembered to some degree. Places best known as hubs have also long since been abandoned and forgotten, turned to rubble under the weight of centuries of dwindling population. Traverse Town, even, is no longer the temporary sanctuary it once was.

Sora's Power of Waking kinda screwed up some fabric of reality stuff to the point where it opened a rift between universes, so there's a new (not very new by this point, anyway, unless you're a native to universe Alpha with no interaction beyond your world) universe with all sorts of places to explore!!

It's in this new universe where most of Iliana's character development is taking place, so buckle in for that.

Iliana's journey into the unknown follows the exact same story beats as her canon-compliant timeline, however she doesn't make ties with any canon characters this go around (because they're all long dead), so she mostly has to face the current state of affairs alone... ish.

Traverse Town is pretty much a ghost town at this point, with her uncle Russell being one of the very few remaining there, so her stay this time around feels a bit isolated. She starts off being a bit more closed off than she already was, which definitely will not have wonderful development later, no siree!

Her spontaneous journey to find her home is the same, but her chase through space ends a bit differently. Igni's Heartless (we didn't know it was her Heartless yet, well "we" being everyone but me) murks her in Traverse Town this time, her uncle manages to fight the beast off by himself, unfortunately paying witness to his niece's demise at the same time (sorry king), and instead of becoming Reixen she actually has her own Nobody named Anilxia, which I will explain why in due time.

[Reusing older doodles because I ran out of steam-]

Anilxia was a grimy, very hostile shadow of her former self, fevered by rage, spite, and insomnia. She was almost a danger to Russell, yet he still treated her with tolerant kindness and respect. Like a rehomed, antisocial feral cat.

Frankly, to him this was much better than having her dead and gone like the rest of his family seemed to be, she was their last hope essentially. He had no idea what to do without her, really. So he started working behind the scenes to figure out how to get her back, while making sure to keep her close and in check. Did he go so far as to ground her from going anywhere without him? Absolutely. You can't trust a moody Nobody-

She stayed for (less than?) a year with Russell in this form, in the meantime piecing things together she had noticed were super suspicious about the few memories she was regaining. It all festered into tons of internal darkness that was feeding her own Heartless, which she eventually found skulking around town wherever she went.

Knowing she might be met with some end soon, and in a desperate attempt to preserve what she found out before it could be taken from her again, she wrote her notes down in a... weirdly magical journal, then persued her Heartless through a rift that led them both to the other universe where she recompleted herself... and immediately got hit by a city bus- Jk jk... unless?

She was taken in briefly by a kind stranger who~ I think I wrote to be this universe's reborn Alto! In an AU-canon-compliant diary, anyway- Then she, not knowing how to get back home from here, and with nothing but the clothes on her back and a few weird misc. items, decided to stay in this new city until she could find her own answers to things that were plaguing her. Memories she couldn't, well, remember and all that.

Her only company for a month was Iris and Irene, who in this timeline were... suspiciously much more hostile, and absent at times. She assumed the memory wipe was affecting them as well, so she thought her best bet was to pick up the pace on her personal research both into her world and her memories. She had to juggle some awful jobs at the same time, so suffice to say she was having an awful time.

An answer came to her in the form of a flyer for a mercenary group named, you guessed it, the Army of the Roses, so she packed up her awful little apartment, sold her lease for pretty cheap, and moved to their home base! With some surprising encouragement from Iris and Irene as well, hmm...

In the jump between universes, and probably even before that with her death, she lost her ability to use her Keyblade. That didn't stop it from reforming as a clunky scythe, however, so no need to worry about that... Wait, it's not her Keyblade why is this thing orange and feathery- She picked up using it pretty well, so what harm does a little cosmetic aesthetic change do?

She seemed to fit in perfectly with all the wackos (affectionate) that live there, however...

She started off as a total shut-in, stayed in her room most of the time, barely spoke to the team unless she almost got caught speaking to Iris and Irene or had to actively contribute to missions, lurked in the kitchen at night to avoid interacting... But eventually after a few months of being there she came out of her shell enough to disclose her ongoing problem with her missing home world to one of the leaders.

Of course, that was a backburner issue. They were dealing with bigger things at the time, so one measly personal problem could wait, right?

At one point, that same leader took her and (her new lil bro) another teammate to search for clues, turning up with at least something. She was just having trouble putting it together, like someone didn't want her to figure it all out... Days of almost getting there but coming up short with her memory out of wack did a number on her confidence, so to her dismay she still needed extra help.

With the, some reluctant some voluntary, assitance of the leaders, they managed to, after some harsh poking, confront the now revealed main concern, Igni, and found the leads they needed to bring it back from the brink of disappearance. (The leads were boobytrapped, obvi, if they weren't then it'd be too easy-) From here on, though, Iris and Irene fall suspiciously silent.

Now, I had the absolute pleasure to be at the forefront of Iliana's Character Chapter, a special event where she could (almost) wrap up her character arc and I could make everyone cry! :)

I mentioned it a bit in my KHOC Week posts about Igni in 2021, as it was in progress at the time when I was making them! I thought it would add some nice flavor to her posts and add context for my reasons to talk about her, but it was all very vague so I wouldn't spoil much about the CC itself, so it may have been a... rough read-

We've long since moved on from it as a whole, but it was really fun to host and is forever one of my favorite things I've ever gotten to contribute!!

So, contrary to the canon-compliant timeline where I'm quite a ways away from ever reaching the grand end of her personal story, here we finally got to experience it in motion, but... good golly gee my pals really bent it beyond repair, thank goodness I am pretty decent at improv-

To summarize: They sure did find the Hills of Progress! Y'know the journal I mentioned earlier? Yeah, it was sealed in that.

Along the way they met some interesting faces, relived some horrendous relationships, immediately adopted a very good frog obsessed boy, and backhanded a twink who deserved it (my favorite part tbh). Things happened early and in the strangest ways possible, someone almost died (3 different people at 3 different times, it was a mess) and one nose was broken (Iliana got punched super hard at supersonic speeds so Igni would get out of the driver's seat, my 2nd fav part tbh).

But the important turning point (aside from a hug and a later interaction before Igni got Galeem'd 2: Electric Boogaloo) I wanted to talk about was when they crossed the threshold into Iliana's heart. They were there specifically to confront Igni and hopefully remove her permanently, but she was making it virtually impossible to find her. She's annoying like that.

They turned to their next best bet: Iliana's "heart parasites," Iris and Irene. They hoped the two would be more than helpful in finding Igni, but to their dismay... they were not. In fact, they refused and stalled for time, arguing with the leaders and outing themselves for what they really were in what was probably the most heart wrenching betrayal the whole CC...

♡♡♡

"They never existed."

"We're just figments of an active imagination here only to mentor where one couldn't succeed on her own."

-

"Igni made us simply to keep an eye on her, making us as real as possible only kept up the illusion she wasn't alone."

"If our purpose was to protect her, perhaps we would have done more to be kind, perhaps even try to defend her."

"But that was never our purpose, so it never happened."

♡♡♡

In turn both of them raised their weapons to [leader], defective copies of a Keyblade long forgotten.

[Quotes taken directly from the event! I went hard on that ngl-]

♡♡♡

They were never real to begin with, just illusions made up by Igni to keep tabs on and steer Iliana in the right direction. Visages she stole from the lifetimes she lived, people that did exist but don't anymore. Mere façades of what she thought a lonely child needed like the countless others she observed before, instead turned to a reminder that she can and will be disposed of eventually, to keep her in line.

Her whole life was revealed to be a lie right then and there, and that crack in her heart is gonna be very hard to repair. Time may not be able to heal all wounds on this one. Her trust? Shattered.

It also charted her course way differently, and with them being fake she was 100% herself when her Nobody stepped into the limited limelight. She was, in fact, truly alone the whole time. Well... Aside from Igni, but she doesn't count.

You can imagine Igni's defeat was bittersweet that day, she ticked off one too many people so it was time to get rid of her for good. She became Igni goo and was Baja/Biden/Flavor blasted to kingdom come, it was GREAT!!! Finally, a deserved win, since they had gone through so much in a span of two days, it was a relief!

Iliana's memories of Iris and Irene in this timeline are forever soiled, and because of it her already existing trust issues are much worse, but (to her dismay) her new found family is there to help work her through it!

The other downside is that she's got some guilt to work through, as well as her personal family problems and her now worsened Igni Disease™ (it has a name, I just think calling it that is funnier-).

And of course her being her you can try to pry these issues out of her and into the open, it may just take a crowbar and a lot of elbow grease. Or a bribe... or perhaps just a moment of vulnerability, of which she has few... Or her brother disclosing her personal life for the nth time. Either way, I wish you luck-

On the bright side of this whole mess, she has her Keyblade back in a more ethical way thanks to her new dad/big bro figure so HA, suck on that Igni-

Ahem.

Anyway-

The Keyblade part is not really a win in her eyes, but perhaps she'll warm up more to the idea when her self esteem repairs itself.

Not gonna lie, that self doubt of hers is strong enough to be a source of weird funky happenings...

But that's a thought for later!

What is a win is that she has her lil' bro back!!! And while she doesn't make it obvious, she has never been happier about an outcome in her entire life, that entire nightmare was WORTH IT-

Now she gets to teach him the magic of self defense, and the two can journey together just like she had promised him forever ago.

And with that~!

This was a long one! If you made it this far, you have earned my gratitude and a dash more of my respect!

I have a lot of passion and love stored in this AU and the people I collaborate with, especially the admins, so it only felt right to go on about it to great length! It's very fun to participate in, so you can see why my brainworms are specifically tailored to this.

Again, thank you to my buds in the server for the amazing opportunity to make this nightmare happen, and allowing me to have something to backread when I want to relive probably one of my favorite things I've gotten to host!! We all hate Igni in this house, yet her ghost still haunts us to this day... In one way or another-

Anyway, I hope y'all had fun!! I'll see y'all again for Day 5!!

#sham's art #shamsbabs #irene #igni #master igni #iris #iliana #reixen #in passing mention anyway #khoc week #khoc week 2023 #out of all of my posts i finished this one first #i'm so passionate about aor it's unreal- #i have many thoughts about all sorts of stuff for her #plus she's got some ongoing loose ends she's tying up in little oneshots i've been writing #she's a treat to write for and i'm glad i can share her with my homies #kh oc #kingdom hearts oc #khux oc #digital doodles #army of the roses

[stackslip]

Love hearing you speak on Roman so much like you get him!!

The man is leaking with paranoia and abandonment issues barely holding himself together with the title in his hand. Underneath the facade he shows, the manipulation, the gaslighting and the overall abuse he has been perpetuating he's just a man who's been rejected time and time again. From his peers,his family and the audience. He's gotten what so many have coveted but its empty and hollow. I'm interested in seeing how his character will progress after wrestlemania. Will people question his tribal chief title? Will he break down? How will the dynamics with his family members change? Honestly I'm waiting for Seth-Roman confrontation because it will be so ough

Side note but it's also really funny that he always gets betrayed by similar people like Seth,Sami and Jey. My little headcanon is that he lets his guard down with more light hearted people like Jey & Sami as a result of his Shield days. Roman to me is just in his own wrestling time loop lmao.

Feel free to ignore my gushing but your posts have been making me think of him more :]

YES HAHA YES the reason i talk about him so much outside of like, special interest, IS because there's like three, four people on tumblr max speaking of his character and the storyline and actually exploring the meat of it instead of like............. hoping Big Samoan Daddy Wins Again so they can write self inserts or whatever. like i see so many people talk about punk with such passion and it's great and i'm also like look i know he's the big face of wwe and you don't care to see much of him but that's a shame bc what he and the rest of the bloodline have been doing is incredible, bar some missteps and longer lulls in the story. i agree that so much of his current character stems from a deep fear of rejection and a history of abandonment/betrayal from both other wrestlers and the audience itself, it's what makes him so tragic to watch and also so fascinating. like roman. buddy! by setting up such a horrifically abusive dynamic you're literally setting yourself up for people to leave you kicking and screaming, triggering the abandonment issues even more!

i know people have been complaining about his schedule in recent months (which imo stem more from like wwe management + irl stuff we're not privy too--it's important to remember that joe anoa'i's cancer isn't gone and it never will be, it's under constant management and he's mentioned having to switch treatments and their negative effects before) and tbh it has its issues, but i've enjoyed how...... pathetic he's been since jey left him. people have bitched about how diminished he feels, but i think it's 200% on purpose? after he wins matches now he doesn't walk around smugly like a final boss, he clings to his belt and goes to paul almost like a child seeking praise and reassurance. he cant win without solo and jimmy anymore but he doesn't like or trust them nor does he rely on them. he's terrified of solo and despises jimmy. currently the bloodline is in tatters, a shadow of its former self, and that's why it works!

the rock's inclusion, as much as i think it was a pivot, could be a real interesting way to mix things up after mania. for one i think that the only good decision rn is for roman to lose that damn title. he's been playing it this way for months now--the title feels like something he's clinging to, he has no control except for this! but it's interesting that during the press conference, the bloodline family tree named the rock as "high chief" which implies he's above roman in the hierarchy. and like. this is a toxic, shitty hierarchy! the twins were literally given to roman to do as he pleased bc he pulled rank on them, and this is unambiguously presented as something deeply abusive and a terrible state of affairs. the rock could do the same with roman!

so there are two things i'm hoping from roman post-mania, hopefully one or other other, or one after the other. this is assuming that he not only loses the titles, but that solo and rock tried to interfere only for roman's army of exes (now all cody's boyfriends) to get in there and stop that from happening.

the first thing i'd be interested in is roman sinking to whole new pathetic depths, to be stripped of what's left of his mystique until he's just a wounded mad king who cannot get over his kingdom being ash and dust. attacking others savagely (or pathetically failing to do so and being beaten the shit out of), others taking revenge after years of him dominating wwe in the same way the guys on raw tried to go after jey, and *especially* a potential feud with seth where the two are really at each other's throats, with seth confronting the monster he created and roman blaming him as the architect of his misfortunes, an easy target, something he can lash onto. i need him to lose that HARD and tragically. i need him to break and shatter to the point where the audience feels uncomfortable and even somewhat sad for him, same for seth.

the second thing i want to see is the rock pulling rank as high chief and roman, unconsciously or not, being relegated to the role jey used to be. rock proved in that conference he could do lowkey intimidating and more subtle acting that's not steeped in attitude era dramatics or flashiness, and wwe is playing on the idea that he and triple h are fighting for control behind the scenes in kayfabe. rock pushing roman out of the head of the table and roman slowly realizing what's happening as rock begins scolding and mocking him for not living up to what the family expect of him, progressively realizing he's going through what he put jey through (especially the manipulation and physical/mental abuse)--this would be a great way to eventually turn him face and build sympathy from the audience. it's gonna be HARD getting that sympathy, in part bc roman was such a charismatic heel and seeing him sink so low--it will def be harder to pull this off with him than with sami, the eternal underdog. but i think if they play it right they can have roman gradually realize the dynamics of the family are themselves hell, how much he contributed to it, and maybe others can reach out to him and try to tell him to get out. maybe even seth himself, or cody if he's still face, or sami. jey i'm hesitating on--i think it would work but only if he's yelling at roman to wake the fuck up and realize what this is at all. they would REALLY have to work for this, and it would take months if not a full year for it to actually be able to build to a face turn where roman would be *actually cheered*. i think it could work against the rock himself, now the authority over wwe, with roman having to make active amends with old enemies and gain forgiveness from people like jey and sami through active work. and it could inevitably lead to the roman/rock match they wanted so so bad. but i'd love a war games where roman isn't at the center, but has to learn to be part of an actual team and is struggling to not be at the center of the universe anymore. again this would be assuming wwe doesn't fuck it up and there aren't unplanned injuries or other plans. but to me it would be the most satisfying way to complete roman's arc--make him turn face *naturally*, and have him finally FINALLY receive the crowd's cheers and love after a lot of deserved work.

#eli talks #bloodline wwe #wrestling #also feel free to dm me i fucking love talking about the bloodline and there are like. #3-4 people in total on tumblr who watch wrestling actively and Get Roman

[livlaurren]

Hey, Hello, Hiya

Allo allo, my sweets! It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Liv, a 30-year-old psychology student smack bang in the middle of my degree. But more than that, I am a deep thinker, an emotional jellybean, an imperfect human mess, an imaginative and passionate girl trying - like everyone - to figure all of this shit out.

I have overcome many mental health struggles throughout my life. At different moments, I have been diagnosed (and misdiagnosed) with depression, anxiety, OCD, bipolar, BPD, and C-PTSD to find that my struggles are what make me human. Although I am no longer considered 'unwell', I do still have occasional battles with mild OCD, anxiety, and - the cherry on top - existential dread. I have taken medicines, been hospitalised, practised meditation, committed to therapy, filled out worksheets, and finally found refuge within myself. My trauma does not define me, but my trauma has led to the identification of my true strengths. It has led me to my broadened perspectives, allowed my softening vulnerability, and brought me a willingness to continue growing. To somehow survive and live among life's indecisive grey shadows.

Much of my current perspective grounds itself within existential, gestalt, and person-centred theories. The constants for me are life, death, and anxiety. Our unique expansion and growth lie within learning to accept these often overwhelming concepts and simultaneously learning to accept that we may never fully accept or understand them -- living among the black, the white, and the grey.

Don't worry, though; I am not a pessimist! I am, by nature, a kooky lil nihilistic optimist. I believe in people's innate goodness and finding joy by choosing our own meaning of life.

My aim here is to gather a positive mental health community and create a space to explore life, death, anxiety, and all that exists (or doesn't) in between. I'll be drawing from my thoughts, academic research, pop culture, social currency and history, and your ideas and comments to broaden our perspectives and maybe provide a helping hand out of the slumps we might end up in. I also have a background as an artist and would love to incorporate some collaborative, communal art zines and the like in the future.

If this sounds like your bag, baby, follow along for the ride! Send through an ask with comments, ideas, suggestions, or anything if you wish. Otherwise, read along, engage if and when you feel like it, and let's get this space open and thriving.

I am so looking forward to exploring and growing through the tough stuff together.

Kindest, Liv.

#mental health #mental health awareness #psychology student #studyblr #student life #motivation #inspirational #self help #100 days of productivity #writblr #writers on tumblr #psychology community #ocd #anxiety #existential dread #depression #mental health help #psychology newsletter #ptsd #complex ptsd #trauma recovery #recovery #bipolar #schizophrenia #BPD #personality

[babblish]

💞, 💝, 🤍, 💌!

Thanks for the ask crow!

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

I mean yes these are all very important elements I am completely normal about at all times, but I think when it comes to it, the thing I value most is the thread tying everything together to create a balanced end product and satisfying journey rather than... a cake that's straight up gonna give you vanilla extract poisoning.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Technically all of them, but I have been shocked, shocked to see Primordial Awakenings do as well has it's done. It's currently my most kudos'd fic I've ever written and so goshdarn close to breeching 1000 hits.

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

Uhl fic, I think. 🤔 Perhaps I shot myself in the foot with this one but I think that most people don't realise that it's less about fleshing out An Single Character and more about fleshing out the entire setting and exploring the internal logic using Uhl as an entry point, Sam (the OC) as the narrative wire cutters to break my way in, and sitcom tropes as the lens of choice.

It's fine if people don't like it, I know it's an extremely niche concept and your mileage may very on my execution, but I feel like people probably have given up on it before I really hit my stride.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I'm afraid, as I got precious little done in ToA land in February, this will have to be from Web of Starlight.

This is from the first draft of Chapter 19: Hot Springs Eternal; (CW: nudity, bathing, comparing scars and past injuries)

The little gate closed behind them and Web was alone with Bariz. To the nearest wall was a basin of running water atop polished stone, and a tiny garden surrounding a constructed pool, steam rising gently to meet the foliage of the singular tree that bathed the area with soft shadows.

Bariz took no time at all to remove his clothes, and sat on rock smoothed with centuries of use with his eyes closed, contentedly listening to the bird peeping above them in the foliage.

Web felt his cheeks burn, backed into a situational corner, frozen with his hands on his shirt. He undressed with the hesitant efficiency of a prisoner and carefully folded his clothes, placing ear pieces atop. He stood awkwardly, staring at Bariz’s clothes, wondering if it’d be a transgression to do the same to his.

There was a wet sloshing as Bariz dunked his feet into the constructed pool, and he winced audibly as he slowly slipped in.

“Come on in,” Bariz said. “It’ll feel good to wash our horrible journey from your skin.”

Web approached him, sitting across from him on the walkway, legs clamped together and arms crossed over his chest. He eyed the water nervously, not trusting the way the whole place smelled, too much like deep underground places devoid of breathable air at all. At least he was in the shade.

“Look we can compare scars!” Bariz grinned, gesturing at a slash on his arm. “I got this one when I fell out of a tree. It’s a funny story really, I didn’t know dogs could even get that high!”

Web smiled awkwardly, deigning a single laugh, and then in a gesture of good will, pointed at what remained of ear. “I slipped when I was scaling a cavern wall, tumbled like a pebble on the sharp rocks before I could find my footing again.”

Bariz whistled. “Impressive!”

#ask meme #dash games #long post #it's been so fucking delightful to finally get to the hot springs episode after talking about it for SO LONG

[emmym1]

My thoughts on... Spider-Gwen: Shadow Clones 2023 (#1-5)

And i'm back to reading more Spider-Gwen! I was super excited that I finally got to read Shadow Clones as I was really intrigued as to what it had to offer. Also i was just really excited to read more Spider-Gwen because she's like my favorite character of all time! I have to say i really really enjoyed this one and the struggles of Gwen it explored. I really loved that they explored Gwen's loneliness and struggles when it comes to friendship. Parts of it have been explored before but its great to see them really zoom in on it. She has these great friends who care about her in the form of MJ and the band but she always kind of leaves them at arms lenght, scared of what might happen if she lets them in too close. Scared that they might get hurt or worse, end up getting killed because of her life as Spider-Gwen/Ghost-Spider. And what's really interesting is that she does deep down yearn to be closer with her friends to allow them to get closer to her, in general she really wants to have friends. But she's scared of what might happen if she does, not only because they might get hurt physically but also emotionally. Not to mention making new friends and allowing current ones to come closer really takes her out of her comfort zone. It's really cool to see her arc of being this loner girl who kind of gave up on having friends or becoming closer with the ones she has, only to find a newfound spark to try after meeting her clones and getting to know them. In many ways her clones were some of the closest friends she made as they quite litterally understand who she is and what she goes through and has gone through. Her speech at the end about the value in friendships really hit hard. Her realizing she really wants friend and to have those types of human connection was really nice to see, especially the ways she words it. It's was a really good speech! (although Gwen is known for having good speeches). It was also really great to see her grow like that. I really loved the Gwenister Six in this (look Gwen name puns are a staple of the Spider-Gwen comics so i'm using them too!). I really loved the idea of her clones having the minds of both their 616 sinister six counter parts and 65 Gwen. It made for some really unique personalities and amazing dynamics. Obviously Gwen Ock and Sandgwen were the standouts, together with the Spider-Gwen they made such an amazing trio. It was so fun seeing them bond over their shared memories and reminisce about them, while also helping Gwen be better by using their sinister six side of their brain. It was super interesting how despite them having the minds and memories of some of Spider-Man's greatests foe's, it's those parts that also eventually helped Gwen overcome quite a lot. They also all had amazing designs! Every single member of the Gwenister Six had such a badass look that felt very unique to the character all while still having that Gwen Stacy energy to it. I was really sad when Gwen Ock died, she was such a good character and was such a good friend for Gwen. Like her helping Gwen score a date was such a fun moment. It did so much for Gwen as she was having mindless fun again with some unique clone friends, like it was the first time in quite some time she was able to have fun like that with friends without superhero stuff getting in the way. And you really saw how much she appreciated that and yearned to be able to have fun like that without having to deal with superhero stuff all the time. So it was quite emotional when she died.

I loved how in the end she did help Gwen overcome her worries and doubts when it comes to making friends and becoming closer to her current ones. Before when Peter died she shut herself off and kept her friends at arms lenght because she was scared of them getting hurt or dying, or her hurting them emotionally. But now when Ock Gwen died she didn't shut herself off or decided to not allow herself to have friends. She did the opposite and became more appreciative of the friends she has and really tried to be a good friend and become closer with her friends. All because of what Gwen Ock told her before her death. It's really great to see her grow so much and learn so much from herself. Whether they are her from a different timeline or her clones. I also quite liked the villain of this story, even though she is a little bit cliché. Her having lost everything in a fraction of a second, desperatly needing Spider-Gwen to help her only to start slowly despising her more and more to the point of insanity. Her background story was really well done and it's super interesting to see how hard losing everything hit her, especially mentally. She became so obsessed with Gwen to the point that she wanted to erase every single version of her throughout the multiverse. Such an insane plan but I guess it fits for the villain! Her design was also really badass and really sold her as the villain. It's quite interesting how she's still out there without any trace of where she is. I wonder if she'll ever show up again. (Manifesting Spider-Gwen: Gwenvengers where the versions of her from Gwenverse and her Clones from Shadow Clones team up with Gwen to defeat Lyla).

What's also really interesting about the character arc Gwen goes through is that she learns to accept her bad sides and that sometimes they can be used for good. It's so great to see her accept herself with all her imperfections. Because she has had a long history with wanting to be the perfect superhero, wanting everyone else to see her as good, to convince them she's good. She has this really high standard when it comes to being Spider-Gwen and beats herself up when she doesn't meet that standard. So her finally being able to accept that she does have bad sides just like any other person and that those sides are also a part of her was a really important moment in her character arc . It's so interesting to see how her seeing her "villain" clones still be good while also being a little bad let to her accepting her own bad sides.

Also have to mention that the art in this was absolutely phenominal, I really loved how they drew the Spider-Gwen suit in this and how expressive they made Gwen. The colors on every page always standout as well.

I had an absolute blast reading this, I absolutely loved everything this story had to offer and the character arc Gwen went through. Seeing her deal with her loneliness and find a new spark to want to try and make friends and be a better friend was really great. I love that they explored those parts of her character more in depth. Also her being able to accept that she isn't perfect and has bad sides just like everyone else was also a really great thing for her character as she used to always beat herself up over that sort of stuff. All the different Gwen clones in this were so much fun and they had such an amazing dynamic with Gwen, I really hope to see more of them in the future. All by all I really loved what this story had to offer and it was great to return to Spider-Gwen's comics. She's my all time favorite character, not to mention she's a character i relate deeply with on a very personal level. And this story was no difference, there were a lot of moments where i really related a lot to her and what she was going through. It's great that stories are able to have such an impact and that people are able to identify themselves within those stories. So yeah this was an amazing read and I can't wait to see what future Spider-Gwen comics will have in store!

#spider gwen #comics #marvel #gwen stacy #earth 65 #shadow clones #ghost spider

[lianahayze]

Shadow and the Midnight Misery: Chapter 7

No excuses for the delay. Here's chapter 7, and you can check out chapter 6 here. Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Studio Time

The guitar in my lap feels heavier than usual. I lean over it to read the words in front of me, the pick wedged between my lips. I hum to myself, coming up with a pattern before I test it out.

I haven't been in the studio that long. I need the time, though, which is why I'm by myself. Eventually, I'll have to meet up with the guys, but, right now, I still don't want anything to do with them.

I'm still shocked that they had the nerve to all show up at Garver. I understand that one of them had to sign my release papers, but all of them? Did they expected me to be excited to see them, like they weren’t the ones who’d thrown me in there in the first place? If that’s what they’d thought, they’d been delusional.

They'd tried to get a hold of me. I'd ignored them, of course. I'm not even ready to text them. I want them to sweat it out a bit, to realize what a stupid mistake they’d made. They need more than I need them, and they need to learn that.

Sighing, I place my guitar to the side. Realistically, I need to finish these lyrics before I even think about putting them to music. Under normal circumstances, I'd get input from the guys, but, since that isn't an option right now, I'm on my own. I skim the lyrics, trying to figure out what I'm missing.

Word-wise, the chorus is good. Even the intro is fine. There's just something about the end that I don't like, and I don't know why.

I stare down at the guitar. I need to have something put together in a few days. Not just because I want to have something to rub in their faces, but also because of the interview.

It was supposed to be last week while I’d been at Garver. Being locked up, I hadn’t been able to call and reschedule it, but luckily someone at the label had. I don’t know what lie had been told—I highly doubt, “Hi, Shadow is currently in a three-day detox” had been used—but I’m glad it had gotten done. I love interviewing with the band, but I always take full advantage of the solo ones, especially if they involve new music.

This interviewer probably isn't expecting anything full-length, but she'll probably want a couple of soundbites for Instagram or whatever. I'd look like an idiot if I don't have anything, especially because The Midnight Misery has been "ever so diligently working on new music."

At least, that's what we've been telling everyone.

I groan. With my lower back hurting, I decide to take a break. I stand up, stretch, then look around. When I find my bag, I reach for it and head for the door. It's only when I'm outside that I pull out a joint.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I'm not supposed to be smoking. But I'm also not supposed to be drinking or doing coke. That's a lot of stuff to try to quit all at once. I figure the weed is the least harmful, so it's the one I'll stick with for now. I'm not partying so I'm not tempted on the other two, but it's been a bit challenging.

Even since I went AWOL on Dean, he's wanted to hang out. I haven’t told him what happened; instead, I’d made up some dumb excuse about losing my charger. Coming up with new excuses as to why I can’t hang out is getting harder and harder to do.

I take a long deep breath. I let the smoke expand in my lungs, the buzz going straight to my brain. To hell with Dr. Norris' ten-minute rule. One drag of a joint makes me feel better than thinking for ten minutes ever will.

Once I finish up, I go back into the studio. My head feels more clear and relaxed, but, as I sit down to write, I realize that it’s just not going to happen. I reach for the guitar and strum a few chords. I hum along as the strings vibrate, feeling it in my soul. I'm by no means an expert on guitar, but I can at least get by.

I lean my head back and close my eyes. I wonder why the guys are up to. They like to hang out even when it doesn’t involve band stuff, and I wouldn't be surprised if they were together right now. Probably trash-talking me. Probably still thinking about how to get rid of me.

I can’t believe the label had actually okay’ed everything. It’s so crazy that it makes me wonder if they even actually went to the label. For all I know, they could be lying. Sure, The Midnight Misery may not be the label’s biggest band, but we get a lot of publicity—a lot of publicity because of me. If you combined that with all the other bands that have joined the label because of me, it’d be stupid to get rid of me.

Why don’t any of them realize that?

I'm so focused on my own thoughts that I don't even notice the door open. I continue to strum. The longer I think about it, the more violent my strumming becomes. It's only when I hear someone say my name that I finally snap out of it.

I stare at my dad as he closes the door behind him. It's the first time we've seen each other since almost a week ago, and to be honest, I’m not complaining. I don’t have anything to say to him. Ever since I was released from Garver, I haven’t heard from him. No call. No text. If he doesn’t want to speak to me then I don’t want to speak to him.

I tightly grasp the neck of the guitar. As my eyes trail down to the floor, I spot my notebook, opened on the couch. I reach forward and close it. For several moments, we’re both silent, each more stubborn than the other.

Eventually, I become tired of the awkward silence and ask,

"Do you need the studio?"

He looks at me sadly, and, for the first time I realize: he hasn't said anything because he hasn't wanted to. He hasn't said anything because he doesn't know how to. I almost feel bad for him, but then I remember that he had been complicit.

The band had probably planned everything, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t known about it. They definitely told him about it. How else would he have known to show up the same time as Dr. Dorian? And in my eyes, that makes him just as guilty.

"I uh." He clears his throat. "No. I mean, I have some editing to do, but you're fine." He pauses. "Lucille told me you were here."

I roll my eyes. The cleaning lady. Of course. I'd tried to pass through the house quietly, but evidently, I hadn't been quiet enough.

"I should go." Without looking at him, I kick open my guitar case and place the guitar inside. As I'm locking it up, he says,

"Don't have to rush out on my account. Stay as long as you want to."

But that's the problem: I don’t want to stay. Yes, I want to work on my music, but I want to work on my music alone. If he stays, I won’t be able to concentrate.

"Next time I'll check to see if you'll need the studio."

"Shadow, take all the time you need. The episode is all recorded, so it's really just a matter of chopping out some stuff."

He's referring to his podcast. I've only listened to a few episodes because most of them are too, um, raunchy for me, but whenever he talks about it, I can’t help but be proud. I know that he's happy that he’s managed to stay relevant beyond his music career, I think, but right now, I just don't care.

I lift up the guitar case. "See ya around." I start to walk past him, but he puts out his arm to stop me. Sighing, I say, “What?"

"How was Garver?"

I roll my eyes. Oh, now he cares? "Fine. I got everything I needed and more."

He nods once. He looks like he’s choosing his words carefully, but I don’t have time for this. "You know, there's nothing wrong with getting help. You wouldn’t be the first in the family who..." He rubs the back of his neck. "Well, you just wouldn’t be the first."

I know that. I’ve read enough Wiki pages and listened to enough interviews to know I'm not the only one. Back in the mid-90s he'd gone to rehab, too. The only difference is that his stint was a couple of months, not just a few days. His had also been for drugs but not the same ones I'm on. He'd been into the heavy stuff; all of The Nixers had. To this day, he still doesn’t really like to talk about it.

"So, you don't have to feel bad. That's what I'm trying to say."

“I don't feel bad.” I really don’t. If anything, I’m pissed. If I felt bad, it would mean I felt guilty, and I have nothing to feel guilty about.

"I think they were just worried about you. Wyatt mentioned that you missed a couple of rehearsals?"

"No. I was late to a couple of rehearsals."

"Maybe you don't remember the ones you missed."

My eyebrows shoot up. "So you're going to trust someone you've only known for a couple of years over your own daughter?"

He sighs. "That's not what this is about, and you know it. I trust you. But Wyatt has a good head on his shoulders; he's the type of person you want to be in a band with."

He's going on and on and on and all I'm getting is disgusted. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I say, "he's talented and reliable and all of that. But he, just like you, went behind my back and had me locked up." I pause. "Imagine how that makes me feel."

A silence falls between us. Neither looks at the other, and I start to become restless. I can’t get enough air to my lungs, and I take several deep breaths to stop my sudden dizziness.

"I understand what you're going through."

No, he doesn't. He doesn't understand jack shit. Just because he did his own stint in rehab, he thinks he knows what the last few days have been like for me. And maybe he does know about the last few days. But the last few years--the whole reason I am the way I am--he has no idea what that’s like at all.

I look around the studio. Though I don't say it, I realize something: I can't come back here. I can't use this studio anymore. As nice as it is to be able to drop into whenever I want, if I come back here, I'm never going to get anything done.

I sniffle just thinking about it. This won't be the first time that a studio has been tainted for me, but this is just... It's different.

I glance over to the couch. I think about sitting between Wyatt and Dave. I picture Dr. Dorian sitting across from me. All of those words that had stung then cut deeper now. The wounds are raw and new, and I realize something:

This place is absolutely ruined for me.

I clear my throat. "I need to go." He opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head, saying, "No, I can't be here right now." Head bowed, I walked to the door. "Or ever."

I need to find a new studio, one that's completely different than this one. One with space and light and that won't make me feel suffocated as I go inside.

He doesn't stop me as I walk out this time. With my head high, I begin planning. I want a new studio and the guys want a new producer. I think, no, I know, that I can make both of them happen.

#writer #music novel #music #original story #satmm #story #fiction #free fiction #free story #writing life

[vmeemo]

(Hope I'm doing this correctly.) 8?

(You are in fact doing it correctly. Also sorry for posting this so late! Busy with the things and all.)

8 (centimeters)

Sometimes Kepler should learn to stay out of Star's stuff. Or rather, she could stop trying to steal catnip despite knowing that the mushroom witch would in fact have it guarded by something. If it isn't her beetle then it's likely some mushroom-based defense system.

Which brings Kepler to her current situation. That is, her size now being only 8 centimeters tall and currently inside the house, on the couch, and Star is nowhere to be seen.

"Hm. Well. I got two choices." She taps the couch cushion with one of her claws, "Either I stay on the couch and eventually Star will see me. Or I go on the floor and I can look for her that way." Kepler hums as she weighs the two options before laying back down on her back, arms behind her head. "Naaah I'll just stay here. My little legs can't look for Star like this, easier to stay put."

'Plus its not like Star couldn't see me anyway. 8 centimeters is still big enough to be seen.' Now content with her 'plan', Kepler lets out a sigh as she relaxes on the now much larger couch, waiting for her friend.

Fortunately for the catgirl she doesn't have to wait long, as she hears her friend walk down the hallway, heading towards the couch. Kepler smiles at this. Maybe she can go back to normal faster than she thought. Especially since the large shadow of her friend was blocking the light. When she looks up however, she doesn't see Star looking down at her.

Instead she sees Star's now gigantic ass coming down towards her.

"Wait no!"

Kepler scrambles out of the way before Star could come down on her. Luckily for the cat, she manages to get out of the way before Star could squish her. Grumbling at this Kepler has half a mind to start climbing up her robe and yell into her ear. Taking a deep breath Kepler gets her bearings together and decides to climb up Star, if only to get her attention.

Extending her claws Kepler latches onto the side of the robe and starts climbing. It was a hard climb but she feels like she can make it. However when she looks down, the catgirl sees Star's hands undue the knot, sliding the robe off of her body.

'No no no! Don't take it off Star!' Kepler mentally panics as he friend slides the robe off her body and throws it to the floor, the catgirl along with it.

Grumbling at this Kepler crawls out of the discarded robe, looking up to see Star wearing nothing but her underwear. The sight almost amuses the cat, if only because she thinks that the witch is finally learning from the master of relaxation. However her amusement is slightly dampened by the fact that she was tossed to the floor before she could make it up any higher.

"Guess I need to do even more climbing... Fun."

As Kepler steps towards the witch, she approaches her friends' foot. With no other way up Kepler starts climbing on the foot and hoping that Star doesn't move much as she shimmies up the leg.

Kepler finally catches a break when she sees Star look down at her leg, "Kepler? Is that you?" Star's face turns beet red as she realizes that she is barely wearing anything, lets out a yelp, shooting her foot up and launching Kepler into the air.

The catgirl yells as she is falling towards Star before landing squarely in-between the witches thighs, further embarrassing the mushroom witch. "W-What are you doing!?" Muffled by the thighs, Kepler gets herself out before looking up at Star excitedly.

"Oh thank you! Finally I got your attention!"

Star analyzes the small catgirl before looking at her with amusement, "Seems that my defense system worked. Tried to get into the catnip now did you?"

Kepler side-eyes the edge of the leg, wondering if she could get away before getting chewed out by her friend. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when Star opens up her legs, making the catgirl fall in-between the legs and onto the cushion below before quickly being closed back up again.

"Then consider this your punishment for trying to get into the catnip again." Kepler can hear the ego in her voice as she says that, "Get comfy, because that mushroom won't wear off for another two hours."

The catgirls' eyes widen at this before letting out a sigh. Kepler got caught so now she has to bare with it. 'Least its warm here...'

#star's tag #kepler's tag #giant/tiny #g/t #ask #memo writes #writing #memo answers

[another-fantasy-world]

The Missing Link Pt. 2

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Title: The Missing Link

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Reader x Wanda Maximoff, Avengers x Reader

Summary: in which the deadly spider and the girl with red wisps find their missing piece in an ancient technophile.

Or in which the lethal couple learns the full extent of the soulmate bond through their missing link.

Chapter Summary: The Council pesters their youngest's mates and effectively annoying her as the Avengers come up with a decision.

Warnings: Blood. Violence. Mentions of War, Manipulation and Insecurities. 16+, Mentions of Seggs and Implied seggsual activities, a whole lot of cuss words. Mind games and Manipulation

Additional Tags: Reader being an idiot. Hidden leaders manipulating the world in the shadows. Poor Characterization. 

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 5,709 words

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You always woke up with a scowl on your face, your nose picking up the scent of oil, metal and coffee while you rubbed your eyes to get rid of any drowsiness and morning ickies before taking a shower, changing clothes and take your breakfast while doing work.

Yet today you woke up with stiff limbs, and a comfortable weight draped across you. You shot your eyes open only to be bombarded with a mess of red hair from both sides of you. The scent of spiced peaches paired with strawberries and fresh baked bread almost lulled you back to sleep. You blinked, not quite yourself yet, you lean up to move only to be gifted with annoyed groans and a slap to the chest by a certain Russian spy.

“Okay, okay I'm not getting up then.” You rasped out, bringing your hands up to stroke their hair.

“Not yet.” Wanda mumbled, hand moving across your chest to find Nat's hand and intertwining them together.

“Why is it so bright in here” Natasha groaned

“The windows and lights mimic the natural light and scenery outside despite being so deep underground, it's currently 1:26 pm so it really is bright out.”

The three on you stayed tangled in bed for a few more minutes, your arm bent at impossible angles and your wrist elongated just to play with their hair freely.

“You seem like Rapunzel but with wrists instead of hair.” Wanda chuckled after yawning, getting up when Nat shook her to get her to get up.

“Well, I can make every part of my body the way I want them to. I just need to consume metals for me to do so. I can make myself taller, or make my fingers longer and so on.” You say while putting a shirt over your head, your lovers somewhat feel annoyed at how innocent you sounded

“Is there anything on our agenda today?” Natasha asks

“No. Well, aside from my paperwork. You guys can borrow the training room if your team wants to go and train.”

Wanda smiles brightly as she walks between the two of you, both of you were talking about stuff that was work related and she couldn't help but giggle at the thought of having 2 workaholic soulmates. She remembers the first night they arrived, after settling in their own separate rooms, Natasha and Wanda walked with you to your own side in this underground mansion of yours. Natasha remarked that this mansion of yours seemed more like a maze to which you just laughed gleefully saying that it's supposed to be a maze and continued on with the small game of getting to know each other.

You had slept on your desk that night because you didn't want them to be uncomfortable. (despite them saying that they want you on the bed and just settled with your excuse of “Oh okay, I'll sleep beside Wanda later, I'll just finish my report.” You didn't. You slept on your desk and they had to witness a traumatizing scene when you cracked your neck to get it back in its place) When you woke up, you went to your kitchen but LILA intercepted saying that she should use the kitchen on the Avengers' side because they will be freaked out when they wake up. You grumbled but walked to the other side anyways, cooking meals for the Avengers before elaborating things the best that you can. You then toured them around the base, advising them to ask help from LILA to get around or else they will get lost.

Now, five days later, they have become accustomed to the technology that was surrounding them (Excluding Steve who grumbled about having more things to learn and not being able to catch up), from the floor cleaners to the wall and ceiling polishers up to the highly sophisticated humanoid robot assistants that made the whole place seem like it's filled with people.

“-nda”

“-anda”

“WANDA” Wanda blinked in surprise, looking back and forth between you and Natasha

“Sorry. What?”

“Are you okay?

“I asked you what you wanted for brunch.” You added after Natasha, worried looks plastered on both of your faces

“I'm okay, and is it okay if we do a European dish? I'm getting tired of American and Mexicano.”

“Beef Stroganoff it is then. I've been meaning to cook that dish since it rhymes with both of your surnames.”

And so the three of you prepared and cooked in perfect sync, a soft tune playing in the background, soft hugs and kisses shared every chance you get. Laughter and giggles accompanying the sizzles and sounds of the knife that Natasha wields, the sound of Wanda's spatula scraping the bottom of the pan and your soft humming while you prepare the other ingredients.

“Talia~” You cooed, bothering Natasha since she's done with her task and is now leisurely sipping coffee

“What?” She chuckled, the nickname you gave her made butterflies thrash wildly in her stomach and was slowly fluttering to her heart.

“Can you taste this custard cream for the Sfogliatella?” You say while lifting the spoon up to the smirking woman's lips

She took the spoon into her mouth without moving her hands, looking up to your stunned, blinking eyes, amusement shining in her own. She then took the spoon and made a show of licking it all off. Enjoying the way you were practically shutting down and malfunctioning.

“Nattie, what did you do?” Wanda peeked out from behind you, staring at Natasha with a playful scolding glance.

“Nothing! I just ate what she gave me.” Natasha shrugged, licking her lips. “It's sweet. It's perfect, love.” You just nodded and turned around as if on auto-pilot

Wanda giggled and pulled Natasha for a kiss, the taste of the custard cream and Natasha's lemon chapstick mixing. Only Natasha would choose lemon flavoring for a fucking chapstick. They pulled away when they hear the sound of metal clashing together.

“Shit.”

They looked at you and the half absorbed baking pan that's sticking out of your abdomen.

“It's not my fault!” You panicked and rambled on about seeing them kiss and getting distracted which only got cut off when they both pecked your lips before resuming to the task at hand

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“Sfogliatella! Techie give me one!” Ilaria whined as she slammed the door open, making you groan

“Ugh I knew it.” You grumbled, pushing the plate to the 6 menace that invaded your private quarters

“The tingly feeling warned you?” Vik asks, draping herself across your couch.

“It's more of the annoying feeling of underlying irritation.”

“Rude. You have gotten so rude.” Daria pouted like a child making your soulmates wonder if these people were really the same creatures that scared the shit out of them just a few days ago.

“Let's get down to business.” Alexandria sternly says, stiffly sitting on one of your reclining seats with Lucille beside her, sitting on its arm

“Y/N can you get the Avengers from the other side? You “room” is big enough to be a comfortable conference room.” Wyanne says calmly

“Why don't we just walk to the actual conference room then?” You snarked

“Don' wanna.” Ilaria mumbled

“I don't wanna walk that far.” Daria sighed

“Your circular mansion is literally bigger than my house.” You rolled your eyes, hands wandering to your lovers just to calm yourself. Bickering with your sisters often turn into a violent playfighting and you were ready to whisk your lovers away in case that happens

“This is more of a dungeon than a house dorogusha moya.” Vik smirks, her russian accent strong and it makes Natasha perk up

“You make me sound like a pervert.” You grumbled

“Come on, I'll join you.” Wanda says, moving to stand up, only to be stopped with Daria who was grinning and gripping her arm, not enough to hurt her or you would absolutely blast her through and into the sand outside your walls.

“Absolutely not. SHE is gonna go out there and fetch your friends and WE are going to talk.”

“Daria.” You gritted out

“I agree.”

“Me too.”

And other sounds of affirmation sounded out from your sisters' mouth, making you realize what they truly came into your room for.

“Absolutely unbelievable. You all are jerks. Assholes. A bunch of arrogant bitche-” Wyanne had enough of your crude insults and sent you off with a sigh. A soft glimmer of gold flashed before you completely vanished, making Wanda quirk her eyebrow

“You can totally do that too if you want.”

“You can also use your wisps to make a wall and bump Y/N into it when she's being stubborn. We can teach you.” Daria grinned wider, obviously thinking of teaching Wanda stuff just to annoy you

“Pardon them. They're just excited that our youngest finally found her other halves.” Lucille smiled warmly at both of them

“So how is it?” Ilaira grinned, now sitting infront of Natasha

“How is what?” Natasha quirked her eyebrow

“Ugh! How is Y/N in bed! Duh?”

“Did she use the toys she collected throughout the years?” Daria starts

“Did she make her fingers longer?” Ilaria followed

“Did she make her fingers vibrate?” Wyanne wiggled her brows

“Did she make her tongue vibrate?” Vik smirked

“Oh enough you lot. Their faces are as red as their hair.” Lucille smacked all of them on the head

“They haven't done it yet.” Alex's voice cuts through the air

“Bet you 10 gold they haven't even kissed yet.” Her voice turns playful as she smirks

“I'm in.” They all say simultaneously before turning to look at the red-faced pair

“I bet that they at least kissed once.” Ilaria's eyes twinkled

“I bet that Y/N can't take her hands off them” Daria smirks

“Y/N's not a horndog like you Daria. I bet Y/N's shy and haven't initiated the kiss” Wyanne swats her lover

“Oh come on! They've gotta kiss once! Right Alex darlin'?” Lucille turns to her wife who just shrugged

“Agreed, Or else my lessons would've been in vain.” Vik scoffs

They, however, didn't get to know who the winner is due to the rest of the Avengers arriving.

“Please tell me you haven't traumatized my soulmates.”

“I wouldn't call them traumatized per say.”

“Holy shit! This is your room? This is a fucking mansion!” Sam exclaims

“She's rather much isn't she?” Daria laughs

“She's anti-social. Whenever we need to stay here, she forces us to stay on the other side and locks herself in here.” Ilaria rolls her eyes

“Oh shut up. It's called privacy you nosy cunts.” You scoffed, pulling Natasha and Wanda to a couch to claim it, once seated however, you didn't let go of their hands and instead kept playing with them

“Please don't just stand there. You lot look like misplaced décor. Golden Boy, come sit.” Vik snarks while smirking, patting the space beside her, making the Avengers clamber to find a seat despite having a lot, too much seats, inside your living room.

You snickered when you saw Steve look like the cherry Vik had just been eating a while ago. He sat rigid and stiff beside Viktoriya who languidly draped herself over Captain America himself

“Let's get on with this, I'm sure everyone is antsy, especially since there are a handful of you who don't have their soulmates by your side. Have you made your decision yet?” Alexandria inquired, a steely gaze towards Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, both she considered to be the leaders of the band of misfits they couldn't help but adore.

“We wanted to know the implications upon doing so.” Steve said, coughing to get Vik to stop playing with his hair

“Vik, lay off your soulmate for a while would you? He looks like he's about to turn into mush.” Daria giggled from Wyanne's side

“Well, for one we would need you guys to disappear for a few weeks. It'd be fun to see those uppity dumb-asses in your so called government. I swear to the Gods, we look away for a minute and they go straight down to shit.” You say, rolling your eyes

“That's true. We need to make them realize that imprisoning the very people who risk their lives to save this universe is something that should never cross their minds, nor is putting them on a leash.” Lucille says, a faraway look in her eyes as she tries to come up with a plan that wouldn't play with other people too much.

“HYDRA might run rampant with the Avengers missing from public eye for more than they already have.”

“Then we let them.” Alexandria smirks

“Absolutely not.” You scoffed

“Reason?”

“What of the efforts they have pitched in thus far? We both know that HYDRA's heads regenerate and multiply faster the longer they remain unsupervised!” You were filled with white hot anger, perhaps because you felt like they were disregarding the Avenger's efforts or maybe you just felt like Alex was scrutinizing your soulmates and their friends either way, you couldn't organize your thoughts right now and you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore

“Look at Y/N being so protective.” Vik chuckled

“We'd coordinate with Fury. I'll have him feed information they have about HYDRA to your own network, if your system didn't already have the information, and you can prioritize the organizing their missions. Your council duties can be distributed among us, since you have the second biggest workload among us.” Alex threw you a side eye

“She's a workaholic, let her be.” Lucille smiled

“So we'd still be going on missions?” Natasha asks

“Yes, the only difference is that you'd be working even harder due to the fact that you have to actively hide from public eye. That means that Stark can't use his flashy inventions, Sam can't fly, Thor can't summon a lightning for no reason and so on. For the next few months every mission you guys do would have to be as stealthy as possible.” Alexandria breathed in

“Should you approve, Tony and Bruce would stay here, along with Natasha and Wanda for obvious reasons. Tony would help Y/N with deactivating cameras, intercepting connection and continuously skim through every piece of technology there is to look for anything that can tip the public about the Avengers whereabouts, while also helping your team navigate HYDRA buildings and such. Steve and Sam would stay at Viktoriya's, Clint and Vision would stay at Wyanne and Daria's.” Alex explained

You just sighed out, you really didn't know why you were so worked up and annoyed at your sisters. You really did have a good relationship with them, you just tend to ghost them a lot and would often bury yourself in your work so as to forget the coldness of your home and the stiffness in your limbs.

Yet ever since you met the couple, you had not finished nor touched a single thing related to your work at all. The coldness was filled with warm coffee and soft hugs, the stiffness you felt only came back whenever you find yourself longing for more and you would often chastise yourself for moving too fast. Your days were filled with mini-dates as you cooked for them, and the rest of the avengers but they are hardly important as of this moment. You have binge watched 2 long sitcoms with Wanda promising there were tons more, You have, albeit reluctantly, thrown knifes at Natasha just for the fun of it. You have trained with the both of them, although it can hardly be called training with the amount of straddling and flirting involved. You have shown them your abilities as Wanda showed you hers with Natasha playfully groaning of being the only to not have something that was usually impossible. (Both of you assured her that having the ability to bewitch a witch and the ability to make a technophile feel old school is pretty impossible on its own.)

You were drawn out of your daydream by Nat and Wanda squeezing your hands and the sounds of your sisters' teasing as you found out that they had actually finished the meeting while you were daydreaming. The Avengers had agreed and you joined them in organizing their schedule, from their training up to which days are their day off.

Your “underground dungeon” as Viktoriya say, has always been at the center with your sisters' own home surrounding it, their houses symbolize the four corners of the world with Viktoriya's Castle in the far north, Alexandria and Lucille's Mansion in the south, Ilaria and her wife who settled in the west in their cozy and surprisingly modern home and village, and finally Wyanne and Daria in the east with their circular mansion that really resembled a school for they have their own coven. (You questioned them about their choice of infrastructure, with it being circular and all, and they just responded that it was aesthetically pleasing and unique. Daria snarked that it was better than your disorienting maze of a dungeon and you couldn't snap back at her because she was technically right.) Each house has a room that is hidden from the naked eye, only your sisters and you could see the passageway that connects all 5 of you that was made through magic and technology, a deadly pair as you all discovered.

Once everything was done, everyone scattered and your sisters took their charges and went off to their own territory, promising that they would be back the day after tomorrow after they have settled down. You led Bruce to the medical facility that they have been to before and taught him how to use all of the technology in there along with top notch medical supplies and medicine, plus the potions that Wyanne and Daria concocted. After you finished explaining to him everything, you have him a hand-made book and told him that everything he needs to know and everything you had taught him are all there. You also told him that LILA was always available for every questions he might ask or anything that he may need. He thanked you and you smiled at him, assuring him that should he need to go green, there was an indestructible room down the hall that was usually used whenever you made new weapons that were of nuclear or catastrophic class and he looked horrified at how you just told him that as if it's a regular everyday thing.

The next thing you did was properly tour Tony around, since you know he's been snooping around, thinking of himself as sneaky, you enjoyed his little quips and sarcastic remarks as you tour him around. You also quite liked the twinkle in his eyes when you gave him one of your spare lab (which he shared with Bruce later on) and gave him free reign over it, under the condition that he wouldn't make another Ultron and that he wouldn't destroy it. Any testing needed for suits or weapons would be done in the testing chambers. You also asked him to make a list of everything he needs, materials wise, so you can go and get him his stuff. You pointed to a door just beside his lab and told him that's the door to your own lab and he'll often find you there if not in your room, you encouraged him to share his ideas as you taught him how to use your self made network that was completely separate from the rest of the world. You also told him that during his day offs, he could go to his soulmate, Pepper, and inform her of what is happening should he decide to, only if Wyanne goes with him to protect him with her freaky magic spells.

At the end of the day, you had called the four Avengers with you to the control room where you told them that this is where they would spend majority of their time in. You taught them how communication worked and gave them their communication bands. You taught them how they can browse and search up any information related to their missions and winked at them when you told them that they can view confidential information easily, except of course, those that The Council has hidden themselves.

Once everything they need to know was done, you let Natasha and Wanda drag you back to your room and you let them guide you to rest. They can obviously feel how tired you are, this was the longest time you had socialized and talked with somebody, other than your sisters, that didn't require violence.

They then told you what happened with your sisters when you were gone from the room while cuddling and sleepy and you absolutely just shut down in embarrassment. You woke up apologizing to them, still embarrassed, they smiled and laughed happily, making your embarrassment feel worth it.

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A couple weeks have passed and there wasn't a single week that hasn't been enjoyable for your slowly growing family

The first week was filled with training sessions and meetings about plans that now included Fury and Agent Hill. The plans were finalized by the end of the week as you watched the world slowly collapse into chaos with the Avengers missing. Come Friday, you found one minor HYDRA base and got ready to proceed with your first mission with the Avengers or Avengers 2.0 as you called them. The moment the Avengers took off in your own fighter jet (that you had to teach Natasha and Clint how to pilot so they can teach the other Avengers if they want to. They both felt like their souls was ripped from them the moment you sped through the skies in full speed and looped around Earth 2 times before finally slowing down as you laughed at their faces. Magic and Technology are truly a dangerous pair) you had also leaked the final copy of the Sokovian Accords and laughed gleefully at the chaos you started. Especially when Thaddeus Ross released a rather sloppy speech about it. Majority of the public blamed the Accords for the disappearance of the heroes that soon evolved into rumours and theories that The Avengers refused the Accords and so the Government imprisoned the heroes themselves. And so it sparked a global debate that quickly spiraled out of hand.

The second week was filled with more missions as the Avengers got used to their new way of fighting, under disguises and more stealth was applied while they were still learning how to use your “clones”. The team quickly adapted and mixed their new and old moves, which was quite fascinating to watch, especially since you're excited to when they actually use your clones and be safe from actual harm. At the end of the week, HYDRA was severely confused and tried retaliating by trying to lure the Avengers out, which ended in a disaster because what they had actually managed to do was expose themselves, which sparked more debate about what the heroes were actually dealing with and soon majority of the world sympathized with the Avengers and silently pleaded for their return. All the while local reinforcements as well as global military forces were at their wits end due to the increase of crime. Alexandria chastised them for being too dependent to the Avengers before holding a meeting with Fury to ask them what their opinions were on partnering SHIELD with the said force in terms of training, which can also serve as a venue for scouting agents for SHIELD. Everyone agreed and they made quick work to make it happen. The United Nations, which was now shattered and barely holding on, quickly approved of the proposed project and soon the new division was created.

The third and fourth week was filled with quiet and peaceful times. As peaceful as it can be between missions and the arrival of 2 new members. A certain metal armed man and a God. They were quickly debriefed and caught up to speed before Bucky was settled to be with his soulmates, Steve and Viktoriya. While Thor had Asgard to return to, so he settled in your place whenever he comes down. You can only shake your head, the amount of interaction you'd experienced these past few days should've made you a cranky machine, but you somehow find yourself enjoying being with them. Enjoying how Wanda laughs at Ilaria and Daria with Tony and Sam joining in, enjoying how Natasha and Vik talked in Russian and them bonding over similar upbringings before you get dragged to join Alex, Lucille and Bruce talks about medicine and just general stuff that nerds talk about. (You got that phrase from Natasha when she dragged you away from your office because Bruce needed your help) You found yourself going with Thor to local stores, with him marveling over how no one could recognize him and you laughing at how he blabbers about his love for pop-tarts and his prank wars with his brother, Loki. You liked the snake incident the most. You then promised him that you'd show your snake collection to him when you have the chance to which he grins happily at and nodded wildly. You also enjoyed laughing at Vik whenever she forgets that Steve and Bucky were older than most but definitely much younger than her. You had to help her whenever “Steeb” and “Bruck” (you smacked her for her poor choice of nicknames) had questions about technological advancements. You also surprisingly enjoyed accompanying Natasha and Clint to his wife's place on one of his weekly day offs and you played with children for the first time. You got extremely sad when it was time to go and made trinkets for the kids. 

The fifth, sixth and seventh week was when everything started changing, Fury said that it was the ideal time to slowly return the Avengers as the authorities were slowly crumbling with all the intergalactic and extraordinary threats. (which were all just a tiny bit exaggerated by Alexandria and Lucille) And so they made it seem like the Avengers were hiding from the public, which first started when a sighting of the Black Widow and Scarlet Witch in Paris quickly went viral due to the fact that it seemed like they were being chased. (You three were merely out on a date. You expected a scolding from Alex but she merely smirked and teased you because of your choice of venue for a first date) Conspiracy Theories started up again and by now it seemed like the whole world begged for their return, or at least tolerated them enough to acknowledge that they were needed and are indeed heroes. It was then followed by an “accidental” sighting of the Avengers fighting a band of robots with the HYDRA insignia imprinted on them, which was also the first run of the Avengers actually using your clones and you were delighted to report that they had done very well to Alexandria. After that, the Avengers were frequently sighted around as the Media tried to chase them around.

But of course the peace had went on for too long, and Samuel took it upon himself to ruin the peace you all have carefully crafted. On the Eighth week, in one particular mission, Samuel appeared unexpectedly, startling you and your team, as well as your sisters. He brutally massacred the Avenger's clones and sent a threat directly to you knowing you were watching.  And until now you still shiver at the thought of Natasha and Wanda actually being there instead of their clones, it made you feel utterly helpless, pathetic and filled with flames of anger. They all had to take a week of rest and time away from anything related to work whatsoever as they comforted themselves and each other, some with the help of their soulmates.

“Watch your back, your majesty. I'm coming for your crown of deceit and lies and I'll climb to the very top using a pile of corpses, which I'm sure would include you, your soulmate, your sisters, their friends, their soulmates, everyone! I'll kill each and every single one of you, and build this world exactly how it should be. Hail HYDRA!”

“Y/N?” Wanda approaches your rigid form, your hand clutching the ball of pure iron as it slowly absorbs into your body

“Wanda.” Your eyes soften and immediately tackle your girlfriend in a hug.

They're going on their first ever mission after being announced to be back and without using your clones, which made you as worried as a snake that's laid their first egg. You don't want to let them go nor do you want to release them from your hold

“Oh draga.” Natasha walks in to see the scene and rushes to join in, the spy already in her newly made suit.

“I don't want to stay here.”

“We know. But you are much needed here. I need your voice guiding us detka”

“Won't it be better if I was there with you? Or using the clones instead of it being actually you?” You choked out, separation anxiety hitting you like a truck with a drunken driver.

“Do you trust us?”

“Of course! What kind of question is that Natalia!” You ripped yourself from their hold and glared at both of them

“Then trust us to be back in your arms once again.” Wanda says with conviction

“I don't want you back in my arms broken and bleeding. Or worse! I wouldn't be able to handle that”

“Would you have preferred us not returning then?”

“Absolutely not! What is wrong with you?!”

“Then please, believe us when we say that we will come back for you. Alive, maybe bleeding, broken and bruised but alive nonetheless.”

“Also, don't think that we don't know about you sneaking around and coming back with some part of your body missing and needing repair. Yet we stayed quiet and cuddled you to sleep. Why can't you do the same?” Wanda and Natasha glared at you, which made you blink in surprise. You were being secretive- LILA.

“Because I know I can handle it!” You snapped

“No. It's because you treat us like we're fragile and sensitive then go and hide your feelings away in a chest and bury it in the sand.”

“But-” Natasha has had enough of  your blabbering and just pulled you by your collar and smashed her lips on yours.

Your eyes widened, your system slowing down and buffering for just a few seconds before rebooting and finally kissing Natasha back. This wasn't your first kiss, not by a long run. But this felt much more... intimate. Natasha's lemon chapstick that you have come to love, mixed with her spiced peaches made your body shiver with delight as you pulled her closer, flushed against your body yet it was not enough, it was never enough. She kisses with gentle ferocity, biting and pulling your lips. She was always such a tease, in the most delightful way.

Natasha pulls away and you just stared at her eyes that seemed like deep emeralds shining under the light of an eclipse, paired with the smug smirk on her face. You were sure you died and went to heaven. You also made sure to capture this specific scene in your mind and imprint it in your memory, so you can always rewind it whenever you want.

Wanda huffed and used her magic to pull you to her, Scarlet wisps tear you away from the former assassin's hold and into the witch's arms. Unlike Natasha, she didn't smash her lips to yours, instead she coiled her arms around your neck, played with the baby hairs on the back of your neck before pulling you to her, gently placing her lips onto yours. If Natasha was the ice cold drink you desperately crave in hot summer afternoons, Wanda was the warm drink you clutch with your chilled palms in a cold winter night. She kisses with gentle compassion, your body fills with warmth as she pulls you closer.

She pulls away slightly to kiss your nose and you sigh, relaxing into her her. Her bright green eyes resembles that of a lush green forest after the rain, her wiggling eyebrows and soft smile lull you to safety.

“Just... Please take care of each other. You'll be bringing a part of my world with you as you go. So please, stay safe.”

“I'll keep Natasha from being reckless”

“I'll keep Wanda from overusing her magic.”

You laughed as they bickered again, you can never guarantee their safety. You don't want to chain them down, but you can't help but be worried. The best you can do right now is wait for them to come home, prepare their comfort food and shows and hope that this isn't the mission that breaks them, for you know how it feels to be broken with no one there to fix you, you had to pick the pieces up for yourself.

You slap yourself internally, they have you now, and you have them. It'll be more than enough.

“I adore you both.” You mutter, smiling at both of them as you watch them freeze

“Say that again please?”

“Did I hear that right?”

They both say in sync as you grinned

“I love and adore you.” You say as you pecked Wanda's lips

“And you.” You say as you pecked Natasha's lips

“...Oh we're definitely coming back now. Wait for us okay?”

“Absolutely, I'll come back to try the vibrating tongue next.”

They smirked, walking out of your lab to join the rest of the Avengers

You were going to kill Viktoriya.

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Number 11 for still alive Qui Gon and the disaster lineage? Hi I'm new

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Over a decade ago on Naboo, during a galaxy-shaking crisis that would one day help propel the universe into war, a Jedi Master and his Padawan had both gone in side by side against a Sith.

They had emerged both hanging on to life by their fingertips.

Qui-Gon Jinn had taken a deep wound across his torso and hips, a wound that healed slowly and scarred deeply. He would never walk the same again, would never run, and would always be in constant, quiet pain.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had suffered a blow to the head and been deprived of oxygen for very, very, nearly too long — an attack that left him in and out of consciousness for weeks. The Healers declared that his mental capabilities were not compromised, but he was forever prone to debilitating migraines.

The Healers called each case a miracle.

The Master and Padawan didn’t care what it was. They were more preoccupied by the crashing relief that came with realizing that the other was alive, and would remain so.

When Jinn severed Kenobi’s braid, the training bond remained.

When Jinn took Anakin Skywalker as his apprentice, he assimilated Kenobi into the training as easily as breathing, and the boy had two Masters instead of one.

There wasn’t really anything to be done about it, and no one was really bothered in the first place.

Then, of course, Skywalker took on Ahsoka Tano, and sometimes it seemed that Jinn had three Padawans, or that he and Kenobi had two Padawans, or that Tano had three Masters. They were a unit.

Indivisible.

Perhaps they struggled with attachment — particularly Anakin.

But all Jedi did at some point or another, and his Lineage was careful to try and teach him when to relax, when to let go. To remind all of them of that.

They could be together, a family, without possession coming into the mix.

And all things considered, they did very well.

Very well indeed.

Vokara Che reflected on this as she hovered just out of sight. Perhaps it was wrong of her to linger here in the shadows of the quarters that Jinn, Kenobi, Skywalker, and Tano shared during their rare respites from the war, but she would stand by her reason — she came here to check on her patient, not expecting to encounter a crowd.

Last she had heard, the other three had been halfway across Coruscant guarding Senator Amidala.

Nevertheless, here they were.

There were soft sounds in the darkness, the thuds of boots being dropped lightly onto the floor, the whisper of robes, quiet breathing, a hissed hushing noise.

Vokara lingered in the doorway and watched as the three figures gathered around the bed where their fourth member lay, slumbering, beneath a single blanket.

“He must be cold,” said a low male voice. “We should get him more blankets.”

“Good idea,” said a younger male, and one of the figures shuffled across the room and began gathering up blankets and sheets.

“Should he be here?” questioned the only female member of the tribe, concern laced in her tone. “I thought he needed another few days in the Halls of Healing.”

A sigh. The deeper male voice answered, “You know he dislikes it there. I have no doubt he was released early on good behavior, with conditions.”

“Ohh,” said Ahsoka. “He’s shivering.”

Qui-Gon stooped down and ran a hand through the sleeping Obi-Wan’s hair. “Mmm. He’s in pain,” he said, and his voice carried an undercurrent of regret and worry that he did not bother to conceal from his youngest Padawan.

Anakin returned with an absolute mountain of blankets in his arms. He peered over them to look at his sleeping friend. “I don’t like the idea of just leaving him here unsupervised. You know he won’t ask for help if he needs it, he’ll just get up in the middle of the night looking for painkillers and pass out halfway across the room.”

“Will not,” mumbled a sleepy voice.

Qui-Gon chuckled warmly; Ahsoka whispered a joyful, “Master Obi-Wan!” and Anakin dropped the bundle of blankets on the foot of the bed and clambered right up next to him, stretching out casually beside the older Jedi.

“…what th’… fuck… are you doin’?” the injured Jedi yawned.

“He’s on the good stuff,” Ahsoka giggled, clapping her hands over her mouth.

“So he is,” agreed Qui-Gon. He leaned down indulgently and pressed a paternal kiss to the top of the reddish-blonde head, his tone endlessly fond.

“Ged’off,” commanded the drugged up Obi-Wan.

“No,” said Qui-Gon.

“You need blankets, Master,” Ahsoka said, picking up several and shaking them out, examining them in the dark. “You’re going to catch a chill.”

“Won’t,” Obi-Wan argued.

“Will,” she argued back. She joined Anakin on the bed and began spreading a blanket over Obi-Wan, who couldn’t do much to stop her and resorted to blinking at her owlishly over the top of his new quilt, the combination of his huge, offended eyes and his ruffled hair resulting in something borderline adorable.

“Qui,” Obi-Wan whined, and he reached out clumsily and tugged on his former Master’s sleeve like an indignant toddler. “They’re bossing me.”

“We’re all bossing you, Obi-Wan, you’re injured and you need care,” ‘Qui’ replied.

Obi-Wan harrumphed. He turned his attention the other direction and made shooing motions at the younger two. “Gedoff my bed. Go.”

“Your bed?” Anakin demanded, pulling a mock-wounded expression. “This is our bed now. Make room.” He reached over and grabbed Obi-Wan around the shoulders and dragged him a little closer, towards the right side of the bed where he lay squashed against the wall. Obi-Wan squawked indignantly, but Ahsoka was already diving into the spot he’d left behind and curling up against his other side. Without a word, Qui-Gon slipped in beside her, grabbing a spare pillow to place beneath her head.

Anakin reached down and dragged more of the blankets over all of them, and the four Jedi became one big bundle of warm blankets and slightly squashed bodies.

Vokara placed her fingers over her lips and found that she was smiling.

“Rude,” Obi-Wan huffed from under the blanket pile.

And then he rolled onto his side, draping an arm over Ahsoka’s shoulder as if to shield her from harm, and fell asleep.

The others quickly followed suit, and soon the rooms were filled with the soft sounds of deep sleep and the quiet noises of the Temple itself.

Vokara Che left as silently as she had come, assured that her patient was well taken care of.

fin

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Evan’s 6✩ Inspiration: Twilight Facet [暮光之境] Date Translation (END 5+6: Heart-throb)

“I offer you my hand, my heart, my everything; are you willing to believe me?”

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✥ Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ✩Light & Night★

it was the perfect time for a lunchtime nap. I…

✩ E5 LIGHT: Ask about his other bedtime habits ✩

I leaned closer to Evan out of curiosity.

MC: Then, do you have anything else prepared other than the aromatherapy? Or… are there any other rules about this stuff set in place?

Evan pauses for a moment, not saying anything.

His eyes were bright, but also as deep as an abyss. It made me tempted to venture further into it, yet I didn't dare proceed any more than half a step.

After staying in place for a few seconds, I suddenly came to the startling realization of just how close I was to him. My body couldn't help but stiffen as I carefully retracted my neck as I inched backwards.

I leaned so close to him and even asked him such a personal question. Will he think that I'm…

Evan: Are you really that interested in these things?

MC: I just wanted to understand you a little more…

I was so embarrassed that I didn't look at him at all. I kept my head lowered, my face a burning mess.

Evan chuckled lightly. His voice was as deep as ever, and it felt pleasant to the ears.

Evan: Then, I'm glad that you're the one who's trying to understand me.

Evan: But, they're all merely small habits that have followed me through childhood. Take this for example…

He picked up the delicate, yet exquisite cup, shaking the red liquid within.

Evan: This here’s called Hereafter. I started drinking it ever since I was a kid, and it has stuck with me ever since. Now, I need this to sleep.

Evan: I wasn't willing to, at first;  but I slowly got used to it.

I nodded in understanding. After thinking about it for a while, I picked up the teapot and filled his cup with more of said drink.

MC: Then you should finish these off properly.

Evan: Very well.

He picked up the cup and took a sip before pausing. He looked at me a little hesitantly, a conflicted expression on his face.

MC: ...Why are you looking at me like that?

Evan: This is… a little too thick.

MC: Ah! I forgot to add water to it earlier. Sorry, sorry…

I quickly added hot water into his cup and stirred it before handing it back to him. However, his brow furrowed a little after just a sip.

Evan: It's a little too hot now.

MC: I'll blow on it for you!

I took the cup over from him without another word, blowing gently on it. It was only after I'd done it a couple of times that I heard a sudden laugh coming from him.

I froze, looking back at him in suspicion.

He was unable to wipe the smile off his face, leaning affectionately into the sofa as he observed me. His eyes sparkled with glee.

MC: ...You…

I looked at the cup and back to him again. Something clicked in my head.

Is he doing this on purpose?

He chuckled lightly, swiftly taking the cup from my grasp and gracefully downing it in one fell swoop.

Evan: Thank you. Now everything's in place.

MC: ……

He's DEFINITELY doing it on purpose!

I helped him close the curtains after he’d finished up his special drink.

MC: Is there anything else that you'd like prepared, Sir?

Evan looked at me, hesitating for a while before shaking his head.

Evan: That's all there is. Thank you.

I glanced at his dark red tie.

MC: How about I help you take off your tie then? I'm sure it'll be uncomfortable to sleep in.

Evan: ……

MC: ……

An awkward silence lapsed between us. It took some time before the realization that I’d just said something really inappropriate hit me...

I hurriedly averted my gaze away from his tie.

MC: Ahaha… What nonsense am I spouting now…

Evan: Sure.

MC: Huh?

Evan: I'll have to trouble you to help me get it off then. Thank you.

MC: ...Okay.

A warm smile slowly filtered into his orbs as he removed his gold-rimmed glasses. He slowly stood up from his reclining position and moved to stand before me.

He was tall and his shadow almost completely enveloped me. My breathing involuntarily stuttered.

I raised my head and reached upwards, carefully starting to work the knot out.

Looks like he did his tie with an exceptionally complicated knot today. I had a go at it for quite some time, but to no avail.

Evan: Is it hard to undo?

MC: A-A little… Erm, could you… bend down a little?

Evan: Alright… Looks like it was a lack of consideration on my part.

He gave an apologetic smile, moving closer to me and leaning further down.

That slightly smiling face of his suddenly drew up close. My brain blanked out, and I could do nothing but stare dumbly at him.

Evan: Will this do?

MC: ……

My breath hitched in my throat. I hurriedly averted my gaze, frantically nodding as I reached out to have another go at his tie.

However, the knot didn't budge at all no matter how hard I tried. It was almost as if the thing had a grudge on me. I couldn't help but feel a little upset at my futile efforts.

Evan: Looks like this doesn't work either. Then, how about...

The words had only just left his mouth when he suddenly reached over. He wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me up!

MC: !!!

I jolted. Startled by the sudden movement, I instinctively clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and earning another chuckle from him.

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Carrying me, Evan retreated a couple of steps backwards. He seated himself on the side of the bed with me sitting sideways atop his thigh. He held my hand and brought it up to his collar which was already loose and dishevelled.

MC: Evan…

Evan: It should be much easier now. Try again?

There was a pleasantly warm smile on his face, but it was hard to ignore the firm chest pressed up to my palm, rising and falling in time with his breathing.

This is all to undo his tie, right? Still, this position is a little…

I bit my lip and tried to calm my rapid breathing. I tentatively moved a little, only to feel his entire body suddenly stiffen in response.

I stiffened as well, freezing in place. I didn't dare move an inch.

It was a few seconds later that his voice sounded in my ears again.

Evan: Are you going to start?

MC: ...Yeah.

I tried my hardest to shelve the wild thought that had taken refuge in my head as my trembling hands took hold of his tie once more.

After composing myself, I was soon able to undo his tie. I also helped him unbutton the first button of his dress shirt.

And just like that, his pretty and prominent collarbones were revealed to my eye. Going further up was his adam's apple that bobbed ever so occasionally. And going further down would be his chest, which my hand was currently pressed against, rising and falling with his every breath.

The muscles beneath my touch were firm but relaxed, rippling beneath his skin as if waiting for the perfect chance to come into play. This side of Evan was one unknown to me; one that screamed danger. Yet, it was still deadly attractive. I couldn't stop my face from flushing scarlet once more.

MC: Um… your tie's undone now… You can rest easy

Evan: I'm in no hurry. Besides, this makes up the last of my bedtime habits.

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Evan: Now, how about you tell me about your bedtime habits?

MC: My bedtime habits?

I stared into his deep orbs. The ghost of a familiar melody sounded by my ears, soft and gentle.

It was the song that my grandmother used to sing to me before bed as a kid. Recalling these softened my heart and made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

MC: My grandmother used to hum to me.

Evan: A lullaby?

MC: Yup! But not just lullabies! Sometimes it's a traditional folk song, and sometimes it’s a western nursery rhyme.

MC: I recall there being one with really odd lyrics about how a leopard fell in love with a foxface rabbitfish.

MC: The foxface rabbitfish asked the leopard if it wanted to go down to the sea and see how it was like. The leopard agreed.

MC: And then they both lived happily ever after together at the bottom of the sea.

MC: Strange, isn’t it? I mean, how can a leopard live under the sea?

Evan: ...What if it's possible?

MC: Huh?

I looked towards Evan. His eyes were slightly drooping, his eyelashes casting small shadows upon his features. I couldn’t read his expressions all that well.

It was a while before he looked back at me again. This time, with his beautiful eyes fully open, and the corners of his lips curled into his usual smile.

Evan: Can you sing it to me?

MC: Yeah… Sure thing.

I softly sang him that weird nursery rhyme of mine, again and again, in a never-ending loop.

I didn’t know how many times I sang the whole rhyme in succession; but just as I stopped once more at the part where the foxface rabbitfish asked the leopard whether it wanted to visit the sea, Evan’s head suddenly fell onto the crook of my neck.

MC: !!

The nursery rhyme came to an abrupt stop as my ears were slowly filled with another sound.

It was the sound of his long and steady breathing, gently sounding in my ears. Soon, it permeated through my thin clothes, melting into my skin. His hair was soft and a little ticklish as it brushed against my neck, making my heart pound in unrest.

Our surroundings were silent, with only the soft crackling of the fireplace and the intoxicating fragrance that wafted in the air.

It felt like it was going to be a long, long time before this nap was over.

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it was the perfect time for a lunchtime nap. I…

★ E6 NIGHT: Don't hold him up from his afternoon nap ★

It just so happens that it's the perfect time for a lunchtime nap now…

MC: Am I getting in the way of your rest? I'll wait for you out in the hall then. Have a good nap!

With that said, I moved to head out to the hall. However, I hadn't yet gotten a step further before Evan caught me by the wrist.

Evan: Wait.

The unique temperature of his body slowly spreads upon my skin. His touch brought about a slight coolness, momentarily freezing me in place.

MC: ...What's up?

I secretly peeked at the hand he used to hold onto mine. His fingers were pale and long, but there was an undeniable strength behind them. It unwittingly made people a little nervous.

Evan: I was just going to tell you that I don't intend to take an afternoon nap at all today. But what I do have, is an important document that needs my signature.

MC: Uh… I'll still wait for you out in the hall?

Evan: You can just stay here.

MC: Won't I disturb you?

Evan: You won't. I'm more worried that you'd find it boring here.

Evan: The other door in my room connects to my Study. You can go there and kill time if you feel bored.

Now that he mentions it… I do recall seeing a heavy wooden door on the other side of his bedroom…

MC: Ohh… I'll go check out your Study then!

Evan: Sure. I'll go look for you once I'm done.

MC: Okey-dokey!

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A step into the study was all it took for me to be completely blown away by what awaited inside.

MC: Jesus Christ. These bookshelves span several walls… Who in the world has this many books in their study? It’s kind of amazing in its own right...

And it wasn’t just the bookshelves. There was also a large projector screen on the other end of the study that nearly covered the entire wall.

MC: I’d probably disrupt his work if I watch a movie here… Guess I’ll be better off looking for a book.

But rather than searching the shelves in search of a book, the thought of just what books he'd have in here intrigued me further.

MC: Wow, the bottom few shelves are filled with the biographies of famous people, mystery novels, travel guides… He even has picture books here!

MC: I never knew that he reads such a wide array of books. I wonder if the upper shelves will yield any new discoveries?

I took the stepladder that was placed not too far off and climbed up on it. I excitedly continued my perusal of what books his shelves offered. After a considerable amount of effort, I managed to pull out a thin and old book from amongst a couple of thick books on the history of music.

MC: “Jane Eyre”? Huh…? Was “Jane Eyre” supposed to be this thin, again? And it looks pretty well-thumbed too...

Curious, I opened it.

This was an incomplete copy of "Jane Eyre". There were thick scars on the spine of the book, formed from having its pages torn out. Someone had ripped out nearly ¾ of the book's contents.

Flipping it open, the very first page detailed the part where Jane Eyre wished to leave Thornfield Hall after learning that Rochester was about to get married. Conflicted with her turmoil of emotions, Jane walks to Mr. Rochester's orchard. She'd intended to sneak away as if she was never there, only to be halted by Rochester. And in the end, they finally managed to understand their true feelings for each other under the moonlight, in the eventide breeze that was tinged with the fragrance of jasmine interlaced with roses.

But why does this book start from here? What happened to all the content in front?

Evan: What book is it that has gotten you so engrossed?

MC: !

The low voice that suddenly sounded by my ear made my breathing hitch. Turning around, I hurriedly hid the book behind my back, just like how one would when the teacher found out that they were secretly reading a book in class.

Evan, dressed only in a white dress shirt, was looking at me with a smile that reached his eyes. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and the warmth in his eyes that were normally hidden behind the lenses now faced me in full force.

MC: ...You… You're done with work?

Evan smiled, reaching out to help me adjust the hemline of my skirt that had gotten slightly rumpled.

Evan: Yes. So, what were you reading?

MC: This.

I brought the book I'd hidden behind me back out front.

Evan: Jane Eyre.

His low and pleasantly smooth voice intonated, seemingly touching my very heart. It was like magic; one that miraculously made my heart race.

Evan looked back up at me after reading the title. He had a knowing look in his eyes that was soon disrupted by a flicker of mischief.

I didn't know why, but I didn't quite dare to look up at him right now.

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Evan: “I believe you must leave now. I am sorry, but I believe indeed you must.”

MC: Huh? ...O-Oh, I’ll leave now…

Evan: “Exactly, precisely: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head.”

This… sounds like the lines I’ve just read in “Jane Eyre”...?

Deep down, Jane truthfully didn't want to leave. However, Mr. Rochester had already arranged everything for her departure.

Her job, her destination, and even her future to come.

Evan: “Do you like Ireland? ...You’ll like Ireland, I think.”

He spoke with a low voice, looking at me with a sort of seriousness that I’d never seen before.

It felt as if that line wasn’t from Rochester, directed to Jane; but rather, from Evan to me.

Confounded, I slowly opened my mouth to respond to him.

MC: “It is a long way off, sir. Not the voyage, but the distance: and then the sea is a barrier—”

Evan: "From what, hm?”

MC: “From England and from Thornfield: and一 From you, Sir.”

The words had just left my lips when Evan reached a hand out, bringing it up to my waist. Just a little bit of strength behind his fingertips was all it took for him to hoist me upwards, pressing my upper body closer to him.

Suddenly, the distance between us disappeared. We were so close that our breaths intermingled.

Evan: “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you— especially when you are near me, as now.”

Evan: “Are you anything akin to me, do you think?”

He gazed at me, his breath brushing across my skin in a manner as intoxicating as wine, effectively sending my rationality out of the window.

I gaped in an attempt to say something. However, my words were eviscerated into nothing by the deep red hue in his eyes.

We stared at each other as we stood within the tall and large study filled with the scent of ink. It felt like we were nothing but the small minuscule dust particles that filtered in with the sun’s rays.

So small, so minuscule that it was almost non-existent; yet still able to hang onto the other, while adrift, fluttering all the same.

Evan: “I offer you my hand, my heart, my everything.”

Evan: “Are you willing to believe me?”

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My heart thudded heavily in my chest. It felt as if time had come to a stand-still.

I lost myself in the moment, forgetting who I was or where I was. The only thing I wanted to do now was to entrust my heart to him in all its genuineness, and to stay in this beautiful and pleasant moment forever.

According to the story, this was when Jane and Rochester finally gained a mutual understanding of their emotions for each other, sharing a long passionate kiss.

Evan's eyes lowered, coming to a slight close. His fine lashes fluttered downwards as the pale yellow light illuminated his face, casting small beautiful shadows upon his features. He slightly turned his head, the breath that had been one with mine shifting. It brushed against my face, hot and ticklish.

My body seemingly loses the ability to move, and all I could do was stare dumbfoundedly at the face with well-defined features slowly advancing closer.

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At the very last second, I hurriedly covered my face with the book that I'd let rest against my chest in a desperate act.

And in turn, blocking off what could have happened; something that was capable of making my heart stop beating right then and there.

The air was filled with a moment of silence that was soon broken by Evan's laughter.

MC: You…

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I slowly and carefully lowered the book that'd been covering my face. I watched as Evan lowered his head, leaning it against the crook of my neck as he laughed, shoulders quaking in his mirth.

MC: Stop… stop laughing at me…

Evan: Okay, no laughing.

Evan: ...I'm really happy, (Y/n).

Evan's laughter slowly died off, but his head remained firmly planted onto my shoulder. I quietly relished in the moment of intimate contact with burning cheeks.

MC: Erm… Why’s this book missing so many pages?

Evan: This belonged to my mother. It was already in this state when I first saw it.

Oh, so that’s how it is. Then… perhaps it’s because his mother liked how brave Jane was in this part of the story?

MC: She dared defy; she dared to love.

Evan: Yes. Although, I think my mother will definitely like you much more if she had the chance to meet you.

MC: But… I’m nowhere near as brave as Jane.

He gave a small chuckle before letting go of my shoulder, watching me with a profound look in his eyes. It was as if the Evan that had been reciting Mr. Rochester’s lines had made a comeback.

In the same manner, as Rochester would gaze affectionately at Jane… No. No, that wasn’t it… Those eyes, that gaze… It was Evan who was looking at me so.

Reflected within his orbs were twin silhouettes of me.

He patted my head, his low and intoxicating voice taking on a slightly far-away tone, yet still managing to grace my ears.

Evan: My liking you has absolutely nothing to do with “Jane Eyre”.

Evan: You are (Y/n), and I am Evan. Nothing more, nothing less.

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Time flew past.

The glow of the sunset had begun to set in when Aunt Wang finally sent up my dry-cleaned clothes.

Seeing her so busy, I couldn't help feeling a tinge of regret at being the cause of it.

MC: I've brought so much trouble for them both… I should do something to thank them well next time!

Evan looked at me and closed the book in his hand.

Evan: They're usually the only ones here, so it'll do them a little good to be busy once in a while.

Evan: Having something to do would also make it feel all the more fulfilling.

MC: Mmhm… But I can't help but feel like they're already busy even without us, and now that we're here…

MC: Plus Uncle Chen looked like he was in a huge hurry when I took upon the task of sending the drink for him. It was like he was here for a moment, and gone like the wind in the next.

A flicker of doubt appears on Evan's face upon hearing this.

Evan: Is he truly that busy?

MC: Yeah, he is… He had to rush here to deliver your drink, and he also had to rush over to give the fireplace a change of coal.

MC: Plus, this is also one huge place. Even with the two of them here, they must be pretty busy keeping this place all neat and tidy.

Evan: They do have their work cut out for them, but…

Evan: I seem to recall that we do have scheduled professionals who come by to take care of the fireplace here, so there's no need for either of them to do it themselves.

MC: ...Huh? But he said…

A strange thought suddenly struck me, the realization making the words die in my throat.

Did Uncle Chen make me… bring Evan's drink to him on purpose?

I stared at Evan, absolutely dumbfounded.

He didn't say anything either, only chuckling lightly after a few seconds.

Evan: I suppose, sometimes, having a fireplace at home isn't all that bad.

He'd said it all so naturally, yet I couldn't help but feel like there was something a little off about it. Especially when it came to the word "fireplace". It unwittingly made me recall how oddly Uncle Chen and Aunt were acting… and their ambiguous smiles.

I silently adverted my gaze, biting on my lips as I spoke in barely a whisper.

MC: I'm definitely not getting a fireplace installed in my house next time…

Evan: Hm?

MC: Oh, nothing… nothing! I was just talking to myself!

Evan: That so?

Evan drew both of his arms up to his jaw, propping his chin on it as his heavy gaze fell upon my being.

Under the light of the setting sun, his expression was one of calm contentment and warmth.

He smiled, his voice a low baritone.

Evan: Your wish is my command. No fireplaces in the future.

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✥ Choose another Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]  

END 2 + 3 | Choice: Approach [亲近] ⊹Touch⊹

END 4 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 5 + 6 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ✩Light & Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Revolution⊹ —————★❖

Previous Part: Prologue

#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #陆沉 #Evan #For Night For Revolution #暮光之境 #Twilight Facet

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Monster x Anonymous Protagonist (Sfw)

(This on is Inspired by a lot of different things! <3 Yume Nikki, Stranger Things, Silent Hill, Ib, Coraline, all that good other dimensional horror stuffs < 3 A concerned citizen wants to know if you’re lost!)

Only the sound of your feet echo on the sidewalk. Tall buildings looming overhead, casting deep pits of shadows. It was always dark here, and the only way you could tell the time was the phone in your pocket. Service long gone, the only thing it was only good for a handful of things. You've been living in this strange dark world for a while now.  Ever since you wound up here. . . you have been trying to find your way home. Doing the best you can to mark the big dark buildings with paint or anything you can get your hands on.

This place, whenever it was, was almost completely abandoned. Empty cars in parking lots, slowly corroding away. Overhead stop lights and street lamps would flicker weakly in the dark. Their light strong enough to only cast a timid glow into the never ending dark. You used to love stories like this, about dark parallel worlds, but now. . . You cast a glance over your shoulder, surveying the alleyways behind you. Your heart tight in your throat, you weren’t sure if you had heard a sound, but you quickened your speed. Your footfalls echoing around you ominously.

Today you were searching for food, from your vague knowledge there was a place that would come out of the mist every week at a certain time. It would stay there for at least a few hours before the fog would envelope it again and it would be gone. It was where the old abandoned parking lot usually stood. You checked your phone for the time, it should be there already by the time you make it across town. Your cell phone had become an almost useless trinket from your world, only good for telling time, playing a few games, or writing notes to remember important discoveries or needs. This world had different rules than home, and you had been keen to keep track of them. Where to get food and provisions, where to go for shelter, and to keep track of the inhabitants.

You make your way across town, a few shadows whispering around you. You kept to the other side of the street refusing to make eye contact. Feeling their eyes watching you as you move quickly across the street, the glow they cast blinking in the dark. Most inhabitants couldn’t speak english, and they had strange forms. Shifting, changing, swirling shapes, some things were unexplainable, and others took the mock shapes of humans. Those are the ones you were weary of. The ones who tried to look like you, with garbled words you couldn’t understand, and beckoning hands. It made your stomach twist, but you haven’t seen one of them for a few weeks now. Perhaps they realized you were unapproachable, as you would flee as soon as they attempted to communicate with you.

You didn’t know if that was their true form, of if they were trying to hide their shape. Either way, you weren’t taking your chances. Taking everything as dangerous until you learned more, or could be assured that it was safe and knew the rules. 

Keeping your brisk walk, you finally made it to the large store, hurrying through the misty sidewalk and all but running up the steps. You glance behind you, you could have sworn that a dark shape had darted just out of your line of vision. Your eyebrows knit, pushing the door open and falling inside. You kept your eyes on the empty aisles as you filled your bag. If there had been someone following you. . . they hadn’t come inside. You peruse the shelves, stocking up on what you could, and reading the labels carefully. You had gotten acclimated to what was safe fairly quickly, most food here appeared edible, there were a few cans and bottles with strange things inside. You took what you knew, and what you could rely on. Stuffing your bag full of food before heading to the front of the store.

Looking at the long aisles of empty check out lanes, turning and walking towards the large sign overhead that read, Customer Service and Returns. You stop there, offering the only thing you could on the front counter. A small collection of lost keys, a teddy bear you found with a missing eye. You had no money to pay, and while there were no stickers or price tags on any of the items-- it felt wrong to just take without giving something in return.

You never saw anyone in the shop-- like the rest of the city -- it was practically a ghost town. But whoever was there did take the things you left. And they would try and give you things back in return, but you wouldn't dare take them. The bear and the keys were gone when your eyes left the customer service desk for only a moment. You had turned your head to look behind you, and when you looked back, a bright red box of chocolates with a gold bow sat on the counter. You swallowed hard, but slowly walked past the gift, ignoring this and walking out the door.

You turned your head left then right, then left, checking for signs of life on the empty streets.

There was someone standing outside, a tall person in a suit. You felt a shudder reach through your body. The tips of it’s feet barely touching the ground, as it dangled in front of you in mid air. The thin neck stretching up into a large dark bulbous shape that was covered with strange blinking eyes as it looked down at you. You hesitantly walked down the steps.

“Ạ̷̒r̸͍͐ë̸̢ ̷̩̞̒y̵̫̅͝o̶̫̫͝ú̸͉̳̈́ ̸͉͠l̵̯̔ȍ̸̖̊s̷̝̘̑t̵̪̰̏̌?̴͔̫̽̀” It asked, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck. It wasn’t just one voice, but many all together, female, male, young and old, a cacophony of voices all speaking in a unison of whispers.

"I'm not lost," You say firmly. "I'm just misplaced.” You feel your nerves rise, as you move past them, determined to look straight ahead and not look back. Trying your hardest to act calm and not show signs of distress.

“N̶e̸e̵d̸ ̵h̴e̶l̴p̴.̷ ̵.̴ ̵.̴ ̶?̵” The voices echo behind you. “Nope!” You call over your shoulder, “I’m doing just fine!” You can’t help but to pick up the pace, breaking into a run as soon as you turn the corner. You felt sick, you can’t remember the last time you ran into something that spoke like you. No, obviously not like you, it was nothing like you, and they had been asking if you were lost? That was terrifying. You decided to take a longer way home than usual, nervous about heading home so soon after the strange encounter. You followed your paint trail through the abandoned buildings, casting weary glances over your shoulder, until you were sure you weren’t being followed.

Safe and sound in your little apartment you cozied up in your blankets and hid away from the rest of the strange world. Coming home almost felt. . . like you had regained some normalcy. Putting your phone on the charger and throwing your bag at your feet. Sitting on the couch with your knees curled, it was almost like home. You let yourself breath, tinkering with your phone to write a new note about the strange entity you saw. You had been lucky to find a place with electricity. Though even here, you rarely dared to turn on the lights, afraid that something might be drawn to the light and come to investigate. You push yourself up off the couch, fixing a simple meal and trying to sleep. 

You had all but forgotten about the strange person, until you saw them again. It had been a week or so since you had gone out for food. And today was a day where you were exploring the city, carrying a can of spray paint along with you in your bag. You used the paint to mark new routes, and find your way home. You had stopped to shake the can, when you looked up and  you saw them standing above you, dangling high in mid air, as if they were a giant puppet hung in the sky with an invisible string. They hung around the telephone wires, staring down at you. “Ạ̷̒r̸͍͐ë̸̢ ̷̩̞̒y̵̫̅͝o̶̫̫͝ú̸͉̳̈́ ̸͉͠l̵̯̔ȍ̸̖̊s̷̝̘̑t̵̪̰̏̌?̴͔̫̽̀” You can hear the whispered words flutter past your ear and you shiver. Shaking your head at them wordlessly, before making a quick mark on the side of the wall before you scurry along. You cast a backwards glance at them, they were slowly starting to sink out of the sky.

The next day, you found them outside your window. You had heard a light knocking and had jumped in fright at the sight of the long neck and vest torso taking up the view of the window outside. “Why d-do you want--” You had stammered, but they didn’t respond, setting something down on the window sill before their slow descent to the ground below. You wait until you are sure they are gone before opening the window. They had given you a bottle of spray paint and a few strange odds and ends. You peer out of the window, looking for them on the ground seeing them drifting along the street, the tips of their shoes dragging along on the sidewalk.

You let a breath of relief out and quickly close the window. Letting the can sit outside, it was hard to ignore, as it had been hard to find paint to mark your routes. And the bottle you currently had was beginning to get low. You hoped you could find another can so you wouldn’t have to take this one. As the days crawled by you returned empty handed, and you finally decided to take the gift. Though it made you extremely nervous. 

You would see them again from time to time, though it no longer approached you. It always appeared in strange places, floating above the telephone wires, standing alone in alleyways muttering to itself or drifting dreamily down the empty streets.

#monster x reader #exophilia #sfw #monster x human #spooky

[miniscule-meow]

Really enjoying the prompts and I'm glad you have fun with them! Here's another one for if you feel up for it! 16. “Wait, please don’t cry…”

Finally got around to writing this!! Thank you so much for the prompt <3 I wanted to write more with Felix and Charlie, the first story with them can be found here!

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The room shrinks around him. Well actually, he just grows to fill the space. He’s able to reach both sides of the room all too quickly. Much to his dismay, it doesn’t stop there, the walls continue to close in around him. His hands desperately brace against the walls as he tries futilely to ground himself. He knows it’s too much to ask that he would just miraculously shrink back to normal, or even just stop growing for that matter. But there is a chance, albeit a small one, that he can slow the process down a bit. He’s used this space as a hideout before, so even if he grows to his full height, he’s not afraid of bringing the building down. He just won’t be very comfortable for the foreseeable future. 

He shifts, in an attempt to make himself as small as possible, only to bump his head into the ceiling. Gritting his teeth, he curls forward with a groan. He’d press his forehead against the floor, but he can’t quite reach with his current position. He doesn’t dare try to move his limbs to grab his now throbbing head, he might just get himself stuck in a worse position. He has to focus on getting his size under control. Of course, that’s when he hears a sound. A small, unmistakably human gasp. No. No, no, no. He was supposed to be alone here. This old band room hasn’t been used for anything more than a forgotten storage place in years. Why would anyone else be here?

His eyes shoot open to see Charlie below him. He’s almost relieved, because she’s already seen him do this once before, it’s not like it’s something he has to hide from her. However, this relief is short lived when he really looks at her. She’s on her back, looking up at him with wide eyes, and she’s crawling away from him. He realizes that she didn’t get nearly this close to him the last time she saw him like this. And they were outside, so she certainly wasn’t as cornered as she is now. They haven’t even been friends for a month, and now here he is, looming over her, shaking, and growling like the monster everyone says he is. He’s scaring her. This realization breaks his focus. Not only does he fail to slow the shift down, the burning embarrassment and shame only encourages his growth spurt. So much for getting back to normal any time soon.

“Uh…Hey Charlie.” He says awkwardly, as he tries his best to keep his oversized self out of her personal space.

“Hi.” There is an awkward pause where they just stare at each other. “So, I guess this isn’t… This probably isn’t a great time, huh?”

His mouth presses into a flat line. This is absolutely not how this was supposed to go. She probably just thinks he’s a huge, dangerous freak. Which he is, but he didn’t want her to know that. He remembers when she followed him into the woods. She had said that she thought that his shifting ability was cool, like a superpower. Looking at her now, pressed into the floor beneath him, eclipsed by his shadow, he can’t imagine her sharing the same sentiment. The room closes in further, forcing him to shift his position, curling in on himself more just so he can continue fitting in this room. He swears he hears her squeak as his hands close in around her, protectively shielding her from, well, himself. Though, it’s unlikely she would view this gesture the same way. He doesn’t dare touch her. Though, he does wonder if he could safely scoop her into his palm and move her to the exit. Just because he’s stuck here, doesn’t mean that she should have to be. Of course, the key word there is safely. He doesn’t know if he trusts his clumsy digits to be gentle enough.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the panic and claustrophobia that’s sparking through his bones. He has to stay calm. For her, if for no other reason. Despite his best efforts, he feels his breaths growing irregular, and his heart flutters sporadically in his chest. He’s been stuck hiding in buildings before, it sucks. This time is even worse, because his only friend gets to have a front row seat to this break down. He grits his teeth, trying unsuccessfully to ward away the tears that burn in his eyes. Thoughts swirl viciously in his mind. ‘You’re going to hurt her. Crush her beneath your clumsy limbs, like the monster you are. Even if she manages to get out of this unscathed, she’s never going to look at you again without seeing some horrifying monster. I mean, you saw her, she’s terrified of you, and she should be. Freak. All you’ve ever been good at is-’

“Hey. Wait, please don’t cry. Felix, it’s okay.” Her voice pierces through his spiraling thoughts. “Look at me.”

He doesn’t want to. If he keeps his eyes screwed shut, he can pretend that none of this is actually happening. If he looks at her, he’ll just be reminded that it’s real. But her voice, calm and steady, repeats.

“Look at me.”

He flinches as he feels her hand press into his palm. His eyes flick open. He’s embarrassed to find that a few tears had fallen, splashing into puddles beside her. He wants nothing more than to just disappear right now. His eyes settle on her. She’s sitting up now, her hand gently stroking a small part of his palm. She basically has to look straight up to see his face.

“Just breathe, you’re okay.”

He has no idea how she’s handling this so well right now. He takes a deep breath and cringes internally as his shaky exhale blows her hair away from her face.

“Gah. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He’s careful to keep his voice down. He doesn’t want to hurt her, not even with his voice.

“Dude, you’re fine. I’d be freaking out so bad if I was you right now. Breathe, you’re good.” He takes a few more uneven inhales and exhales until he’s in a more stable position.

“Are you a shifter too, and you just haven’t told me?” He asks quietly.

“A what?”

“A size shifter?” She just looks at him. “It’s... Like what I’m doing right now? That’s what this is, it’s called shifting.” He can’t believe he never told her what it was called. Though on second thought, he supposes it makes sense.

After she saw him shift for the first time, he expected a bunch of questions about the ability. It’s kind of sad, but at first, he was skeptical that their friendship would be… real? That’s a lot of leverage to hold against someone. He honestly expected her to just parade around all smug knowing how much of a freakshow he is. Like P.T Barnum carting around his entertainers, he wasn’t friends with them, he was using them. However, Felix was quickly proven wrong. It genuinely surprised him to find that mostly when they’re together they just talk about normal people things. Music, movies, hobbies, homework, that kind of stuff. Actually, he doesn’t think they’ve talked about his ability once since that first day. He’s been really grateful for that, because she makes him feel really human when he’s around her. Of course, he doesn’t feel entirely human right now, but this might be a rare exception.

“Oh cool, size shifter. Creative name, I get it. I promise if I had any superpowers, you would know about them.”

“Superpowers, sure.” He scoffs, still not convinced that his ability is anything super, aside from super annoying. Felix hesitates, “Well, have you ever seen someone else do this before?”

“Other than you? No. Why? What’s with the survey?” She looks up at him curiously.

“I just don’t understand how you’re so cool with this right now. Aren’t you scared?”

“I mean,” she pauses, thinking out her response. “I don’t know if I’d really use the word scared. But sure. Maybe I was scared at first. You just looked more scared than I was, so I got over it.” She shrugs, “Besides, I know you. You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but accidents happen. I mean, I’m so big. What if I didn’t notice you and-”

“Hey. Hey stop that. You’re just freaking yourself out, dude. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re both okay. Okay?”

“Okay.” He sighs, quieting his worrying thoughts. She’s right, they’re both fine.

“So, when we get out of this room, do you want to go somewhere for food?” She asks, reclining back against his fingers. The contact threatens to send another wave of anxiety through him. But looking down at her, she looks completely comfortable. He realizes that she must seriously trust him, and that makes him feel really good.

“You say ‘somewhere’ like you’d be willing to consider more options than Panda Express.” He raises an eyebrow. He thinks it would be safe to say she has never suggested eating anywhere else.

“Hmm. What was that? Panda Express you say? That’s a great suggestion. Well since you have your heart set on the Panda, I guess we’ll just have to go there.” She laughs as he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah. Alright.” He grins down at her. As far as he’s concerned, Charlie does have a superpower. It’s making him feel like a normal person, even in the tightest situations.

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I feel dumb but I am REALLY confused by how soulmates work in knifepoint :(. I don't want any spoilers I just feel like i'm not understanding it as much as others, i'm sorry. Is it contingent upon the notion that soulmates aren't always a pair? Meaning you could be someone's soulmate but they might not be yours?

It's okay! This is based off the information provided in the fic and that I've talked about here, so there's some stuff left off, and maybe some stuff that's not wholely accurate, but the assumption at this point. Links are to where I've initially stated these points. This is more of a "collection" post. Actually, because there were so many asks I'm going to delete some and just move their info here so it still exists.

There are people who love differently, in a way that their love becomes inherent to them. These people have the potential to become immortal. They meet and fall in love with people over the course of their lives. If they don't find their soulmate before they die for the first time, they become immortal so that they have a chance to find their soulmate.

However, if they get with their soulmate before their death, their "purpose" is fulfilled, so the universe doesn't save them, and they become locked in as a normal mortal who will pass on when they die. There is no way to meet someone and just "know" they're your soulmate, it's more of a slow realization that happens as you form that deep bond with them. Immortals have a different perspective on relationships due to their experience over lifetimes and knowing that there is a soulmate out there for them, but they never enter a relationship knowing if someone is or isn't "the one".

I mentioned pairs and triads. I should clarify that the bond is always mutual between the soulmates, but it can include more than one person, so you can have a trio of soulmates together. Scorfumtrapta are unsure if they are a trio of soulmates, or if just Scorpia and Perfuma are soulmates who are in a happy relationship with Entrapta, but they don't think the distinction really matters considering they're all happy and immortal anyway.

If you have the potential to be immortal and you get with your soulmate, then you're locked in regardless of their immortality status. Angella only met Micah, a mortal, after 2000 years of immortality. They began dating "casually" because she found him young and refreshing with a new viewpoint, and then like five years in she went FUCK when she realized she couldn’t imagine outliving him. They had been loving each other for years at that point, so she knew he was fulfilled and locked in as mortal. Conversely, Perfuma and Scorpia both became immortals before they even met and then thus are now a pair (or trio) of immortal soulmates together.

Mega Death (as Perfuma calls it) is when one dies and never regenerates. All I've said on this so far is that an immortal must intend to do it.

Everyone's love looks and feels different, and by the time that someone is in a relationship with their soulmate they're already locked in as mortal. Thus, it is impossible to know that someone is an immortal before they die for the first time. Shadow Weaver actually had no way of knowing that Adora was immortal, but she is an egomaniac and was sure she had put together "the signs".

There are currently a few thousand immortals in the entire world.

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