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Die For You

Requested by Anon: “hi :) can I request Jennie scenario based on The Weeknd’s song ‘Die For You’? I also wanted to say I really love your works, they’re really good”

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,705

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Fluff, Near-Death Experience, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Thank you anon! My schedule is getting busy again, so writings may take a bit longer to get posted; I apologize for the delay with this one, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Let me know what you guys think!

PS ~ This is my first time writing a song request, so I kind of just went with it lol. It’s a little messy, but I think it has charm. Happy reading!

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Jennie Kim has a magnetic pull to her -- one that is relentless and unwavering once it takes control of you. It’s hypnotic in every way; sweet torture in its truest form; and you’re always left to pick up the pieces.

The arrangement that you share with Jennie has been clear from the get-go: friends with benefits, no strings attached. Neither of you have time for anything serious, and this seemed like a win-win: always having someone to come home to when you happened to be in the same area at the same time? Hell yeah.

You hate that you want me

Hate it when you cry

You're scared to be lonely

'Specially in the night

Gradually, though, things got messy -- lines became blurred as feelings mixed into the equation. You did everything in your power to make them go away, reminding yourself time and time again of the agreement you had. But in moments like these, as you lay in bed with Jennie, her head resting on your chest as your hand runs through her hair, you can’t help how your heart swells. Pale moonlight traces patterns on the floor, wiggling its way into the room to offer a soft glow and ambiance. In here, you’re untouchable: no cameras or prying eyes; it’s just you and Jennie, free to be yourselves. Given this fact, you’ve grown to have a love-hate relationship with these four walls; they’re your haven -- your refuge -- but they serve as a brutal reminder of just how limited your relationship with Jennie is.

Nothing is certain: weeks turn into months -- especially when she’s on tour or otherwise occupied with her busy schedule -- and you’re left to your own devices, waiting on her return. Each day without her brings you closer to believing that you’re strong enough to move onto something better -- something more consistent; but then there she is, knocking on your door again, completely pushing that absurd idea from your mind. One smile from her is enough to reel you back in, and it only makes you feel more conflicted.

Jennie stirs in her sleep, nuzzling her face closer into you as she brings a hand up to rest against your collarbone. Her body twitches lightly, lips pursing and pouting against your neck, and you wonder what she’s dreaming about. She doesn’t seem to be distressed in any way, so you take the opportunity to get a good look at her. Within the next couple hours the alarm would be blaring that sound that you despise more than anything else in this world, signalling for her to get ready and head off to the airport to leave you all over again. Despite the circumstances, you're comforted by the fact that she always makes sure to set it for the very last second, barely giving herself enough time to catch her flight -- she wants to spend every moment possible with you, and she makes it a point to do just that. Tearful goodbyes in the back of your car would be too involved for your “relationship”, so you always try to seem unaffected (or, at least, as close to that as you can manage). You save your tears for when you arrive back home, where you spend the evening coming to terms with her absence. She would never tell you, of course, but her flights are known to bear witness to plenty of sadness for her as well; with each new mile added to the distance between the two of you, her heart breaks a little more.

~~~~~~~

It’s been 4 months since you last saw Jennie. The time apart had offered you a new perspective, something in the long nights without her affirming what you already knew to be true -- you weren’t capable of continuing on like this much longer. Nothing about your situation was ever simple; the instant you began catching feelings, it all became muddled. The one rule set -- the only principle you were tasked with following -- had been broken, and there was nothing you could do to repair it.

A knock at your door echoes out across the empty apartment, and you quickly put down the food that you had been preparing. With a swift adjustment of the dial, you set the burner to simmer and make your way to the door. None of your friends had mentioned that they were coming by, so you’re genuinely clueless as to who it could be.

“Jennie?” Surprise is inadequate in describing the feeling that courses through you upon meeting that familiar gaze. The metal of the knob is cool in your hand as you grip it, knuckles turning white while your emotions run wild. She had failed to let you know that she was coming back to town, neglecting even to text you recently.

“Miss me?” How are you to answer that? Part of you wants to blurt out your thoughts, effectively ripping the metaphorical band aid right off, but another part of you wants to deny her: the past few months had allowed your feelings to become somewhat dormant as you attempted to see a future beyond this arrangement, one void of her presence. It’s completely normal to feel like that, you tell yourself. It’s strange, but as in love with her as you are, you’re almost as equally indifferent about it all. How many more times could you watch her walk away, only to string you along until she came waltzing right back in?

The more important question of the matter is apparent: how would you even begin to tell her what you’re feeling? In the past, you’ve tried to make her aware of what you’re going through, only to be met by a change of topic. She always stayed reserved, opting to spend your time together talking about anything other than that.

Deciding that you were taking far too long to respond to her, she steps into the room, closing the door behind her. The time away from you had affected her more than she’s willing to admit, and she’s more than ready to embrace you. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body flush up against hers, and she sighs at the feeling. “I’ve missed holding you, Y/N.” The sweet nothing does it’s job, making your heart flutter as the words register in your mind. You’re still tense, though, and she doesn’t fail to notice; before long, soft kisses are being trailed across your face -- her attempt at relaxing you. Sometimes you wonder if she knows your body better than you do: it responds to her, just like she knew it would, and you loosen up.

After what feels like minutes of just standing there, bodies intertwined, her hands make their way to your hips. She leans forward and ghosts her lips over yours, her gloss smudging a bit in the process. A battle is being fought in your mind: should you allow yourself this indulgence? Or is this the time to be strong and finally put your foot down? The choice is made up for you by the way that she slowly backs you up against the wall, along with how her mouth brushes against yours as her warm hands steady you. Before you can stop yourself, you close the distance.

Her lips move against yours in perfect time, a delicious rhythm being set in the process. It brings to mind the notion that maybe -- just maybe -- the two of you are meant to be. After all, you fit together like a puzzle, being complete in the presence of one another.

As her fingers play at the band of your shorts, hands roaming further with each needy kiss she presses to your lips, you debate with yourself. Her actions tempt you to cave in and give yourself up to her, but you decide that you can’t go down that road again. At least not until everything gets sorted. Quickly -- as to not give her anymore time to change your mind -- you step back and run a hand through your hair. Hers is messy, lips red and pupils blown wide. She reaches out for you again, but you simply hold your hand up in response.

“I can’t, Jennie.” The words come out as a reluctant declaration, your tone sounding tired.

Her brows furrow, but you continue.

“I can’t keep doing this.”

“Elaborate.” Her demand is clear, but you miss the effort that it took for her to come off that way. At your words, panic began to course through her; she can’t lose you.

“Whatever this is,” you say, motioning between the two of you. “I can’t be someone who waits around for you all the time, just keeping your bed warm.” She wants to laugh at that one; it’s almost comical how far you are from the truth. Jennie knows she’s good at hiding her feelings, but she’s shocked that she managed to make you believe something that ridiculous about yourself. You mean the world to her -- she’s just too afraid to admit it.

“Y/N--”

“No, don’t even try to change the subject; I’m sick of it. Please, just listen to me for once.”

A subtle nod from her serves as your cue to continue.

“I never meant for things to get like this, Jennie, believe me. But I can’t pretend anymore: I like you, a lot. And after having you in the ways that I’ve had you…” you pause, allowing your eyes to trail up and down her body as you clench your jaw, “I can’t bear the thought of someone taking my place when I’m not around. Do you know how hard that is to deal with?”

Happens every time

I'm scared that I'll miss you

I don't want this feelin'

I can't afford love

She seems stunned, to say the least; she blinks a few times before gathering her thoughts and speaking up. “You’re all I think about, no matter what I’m doing.” For a second, you’re hopeful: your heart beats a little faster at her confession, and you finally believe you’re getting somewhere with her. Sadly, she continues: “But I can’t afford that. I don’t have time for a commitment like that, and we have something good right now. I’ve seen plenty of relationships go bad and end in heartbreak; why should we risk it?”

“Aren’t you tired of it? Sometimes I really start to think that you like me back, but then you’re as guarded as ever, pushing me away again. I never know where I stand with you. So unless you tell me how you honestly feel, you’ll have to take me off your list of fuck buddies.”

Your language catches her off guard, seeing as how it’s unexpected and unlike you. How are you so oblivious? You’re so much more than that to her.

“Fine, Y/N! I’m in deeper than I care to admit. I’ve tried to run from it, but I can’t. You’re the one person I can’t seem to forget, and I can’t stand you because of that. And yeah..” she pauses, a bit exasperated, and takes a deep breath before continuing. “I won’t deny that I’ve been with other people when I’m away.” You close your eyes at her admission, that familiar sadness beginning to seep in -- it wasn’t anything you didn’t already know, but that doesn’t make its confirmation any easier to hear.

“They’re not you, though. They don’t know me like you do… they’re not fun like you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone, and I don’t want to. It terrifies me.”

“That’s kinda part of the deal, Jennie -- it’s a scary thing. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but I’m willing to try with you. What we have right now is wearing me down, and I don’t deserve it; so either listen to your heart and be with me, or you won’t be seeing me again.”

Following your ultimatum, she doesn’t dare speak. Her brows are slightly furrowed again, jaw set, and she’s looking at the ground. Out of habit, your arms cross against your chest -- being vulnerable is never something you particularly enjoy (especially with so much on the line) but you’re sick of beating around the bush with her. One of the first lessons you ever learned from Jennie is that she avoids her feelings at all costs; so, standing there, you wonder what it would take to make her finally open up. Would your absence be enough? Maybe you were foolish for thinking so.

With every second that passes, silence remaining unbroken by the words that you so desperately want to hear from her, your heart sinks more and more. Every insecurity you have is swirling in your mind, further clouding it. Her lack of a response confirms your fears, and you nod quickly, knowing what you have to do.

“Okay, I get it. I’m gonna take a walk, but you can stay here and take a shower since you just got in. When I come back, though, I want you gone.”

She doesn’t even raise her head to look at you. Inside, her heart is breaking; every fiber of her being is begging to say something -- anything -- but she stays quiet. It’s hard enough for her to keep her feelings for you in check with the arrangement you have now; if you become official, she won’t know what to do with herself. She’s falling hard, but she’s fighting it all the while -- her lifestyle doesn’t have room for love. You deserve someone who can be with you whenever you want them, not someone who’s always a world away. Calls and texts only go so far, and she knows it wouldn’t be enough for either of you. She’s spent your latest stint apart attempting to come to terms with the idea of life without you; it’s the last thing she wants, but she needs you to move on and find someone better. For you, she’s willing to hurt, so long as it means you’re happy.

After a beat, she accepts your words, confirming that she heard you by giving a simple nod. Any remaining hope you were clinging to fades away completely, and you’re left feeling empty. Now at the coat rack, you pull your jacket over your shoulders and slip your shoes on. “There’s food on the stove, by the way. Don’t let it burn.” You say over your shoulder, too sad to look at her again. Maybe that’s some sort of symbolism: the wonderful thing you had spent so long creating was fizzling out right in front of you, Jennie being the one who could fix it all. She can step up and repair things, but that doesn’t seem very likely to happen. Tears are brimming in your eyes, and her heart breaks at the sound of your sniffles.

Even though we're going through it

And it makes you feel alone

With a thud, the apartment door closes, and Jennie finally breaks down. It all hits her in an instant, and soon she’s sliding down to the floor, her tears mimicking her actions as they fall onto her cheeks. Why did this have to be so hard? Seeing the pain etched so plainly into your features was definitely the hardest part to all of this; she’s being cruel to be kind… if only you knew that.

I try to find reason to pull us apart

It ain't workin' 'cause you're perfect

And I know that you're worth it

I can't walk away, oh!

As soon as Jennie had realized her feelings all that time ago, she racked her brain for any and every logical reason to end things. She would pick fights over small things, praying to every higher power that you’d get tired of the stupidity and give up on her. So many other people had in the past, so why wouldn’t you? Knowing that you’re different from all the rest -- perfect for her in every way imaginable -- only scares her more. You lit a fire in her heart the day you met, and it’s only grown stronger ever since.

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20 Minutes Later

You have no real destination in mind; you’re content with just allowing your feet to take you wherever they wish to go.

Chatter from across the city makes its way to your ears, oddly offering a sense of comfort in your time of need. The night sky is full of stars, and the city bustles with life and activity. As you pass different businesses and shops, their iridescent lights shine just for you. Distant cars honk as they traverse the streets, and your mind begins to think of all of the different things those people might be doing right now. Surely some are having a great day, maybe on their way home, eager to be greeted by their loved ones. Others might be hurting just like you.

And you won't find no one that's better

'Cause I'm right for you, babe

I think I'm right for you, babe

Jennie fails to realize that all you want is her; you’re not naive -- you know how crazy her schedule is, but you’re more than willing to make sacrifices if it means she’ll be yours. No one makes you feel the way she does, and the thought of spending your life searching for something that can never compare scares you.

A slight breeze rolls in, ghosting over your skin, and you’re reminded of all the times she would pull you in close to keep you warm. Her sweet perfume would fill your nose as you snuggled into her embrace, sharing the heat that her coat offered. Getting over her would definitely be a bitch.

It's hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold

But tonight I'm gon' let you know

Let me tell the truth

Baby, let me tell the truth, yeah

The peace -- if you can call it that -- is broken by a shout. “Y/N, wait!” Confused, you spin around on your heel towards the voice. It’s Jennie; she’s sprinting to you, her brown locks bouncing and flowing in the wind with every step. Conflicted, yet again, your feet appear to be rooted in their spot. What does she want now? It seems that every time you get your hopes up, she’s always letting you down. With this in mind, you slowly turn back around and continue your walk. Eventually she’ll catch up to you, but you need the extra time to gather your now-jumbled thoughts.

Just know that I would die for you

Baby I would die for you, yeah

It all happened in a blur. As you began crossing the street to put more distance between Jennie and yourself, the high pitched sound of tires squealing against the pavement rang out. The car came out of nowhere, barrelling straight towards you with no signs of stopping; they had run a red light. Your eyes locked with the driver’s, both of you donning an equally terrified expression, and you had no time to react. Just as the bumper was about to come into contact with your body, you were instead forcefully shoved out of the way. Another person -- your savior -- comes tumbling with you just in the nick of time, and the driver swerves around you.

“Are you okay?!” It’s Jennie; her voice is ripe with worry, her thoughts focused solely on your wellbeing. She doesn’t even notice the cut that she received from the fall. You bring your hand up to her forehead to assess the wound.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. But you,” you say, touching her injury and eliciting a pained hiss from her in the process, “...are not.” The two of you are breathing hard as adrenaline courses through your systems; once it has died down a bit, you stand up and check each other for any more sore spots.

“Thank you, Jennie. I don’t know how to repay you for something like that.”

“I’d do it again a million times, Y/N. I’m sorry for putting you through all of this. I came to tell you that I love you, and that I’m done running. Seeing you leave really put things into perspective for me.”

“Am I supposed to believe that, or will you change your mind again?” The words are harsh, your voice laced with the bitterness that you still hold onto. You can’t find it in yourself to cushion the blow much; you’re still hurt by what’s happened in the past, and rightfully so. Beyond that, though, you’re trying to be cautious; after hearing her confess like that, you know there’s no going back.

“Okay, I deserve that one. But I mean what I said. You’re the best thing in my life -- the best I’ve ever had -- and I just want you to be happy. I’ve always been afraid that I can’t give you that if I’m so far away all the time.”

“Oh, baby,” you start, cupping her cheek and running your thumb across it soothingly. She leans into your touch, and your expression softens. “All I’ve ever wanted is you. You’re everything to me, you know that? We can do this together, so long as you’re willing to try.”

“I am.” She utters before pulling you in, sealing your new agreement with a kiss. Her lips move against yours gently, taking their time as they attempt to make up for her previous behavior. It’s soft yet urgent, a million different things passing between you without words.

Suddenly, you pull back, and Jennie panics for a second.

“Did you turn the burner off?”

“Oh shit!” She exclaims, a look of pure fear gracing her features.

Just as that cold, prickly feeling of dread begins to spread throughout your body, she grins.

“Yes, I did.”

You roll your eyes and huff loudly at her, delivering a rough shove to her shoulder.

“Don’t do that to me!”

She responds by pulling you in again, kissing away your frown. “I love you, too, if you didn’t catch that earlier.” You declare, feeling her lips turn up in that beautifully iconic smile of hers. She hums at that, pulling you in closer just as the chilly wind blows again. Huh, maybe the universe had been listening all along.

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Don’t make me slap you pt 30

Marley sighed softly as she floated in a still sea covered by a heavy fog. At first, she thought she was simply dreaming but deep down she knew what was actually happening, she was floating away. This must be her final dream based on how calm and soothing the ocean water. She no longer felt the burn, she was at peace just like what she heard from others. The only thing she would change was the thick fog as she hoped to go out while staring at the night sky.

She wanted to mourn herself once more but she was unable to grip her frustration and anger. The only thing she felt was a small ripple of regret for those she left back at home on that distant beach. She may be gone and they may cry for a bit but she knew they would be strong enough to move on. If anything, she wanted to see them smiling one last time. Slowly the sky and water darken as she could barely feel anything, she closed her eyes and prepared to embrace oblivion.

“Hey...”

“Hey, wake up!!!”

Marley’s eyes snapped open as Little D No. 2 brought his face close to hers.

“Oh good, you’re awake~”

Suddenly, another Little D pushed No. 2 away while shaking him violently.

“What is with you and waking her up, how rude can you be!?”

“Hey, get off of me!”

With that, the two little demons began to tussle back and forth all over the bed while the other ones cheered on their respective side. As the fight continued, their voices grew more and more shill with each blow. Marley tried to ignore them but they bounced the bed with each time they hit the mattress. Finally, with a snap of her final nerve, Marley quickly sat up in the bed and grabbed each of the little demons roughly.

“Can’t a girl die in peace? Take your fighting somewhere else!” She yelled as she bared her fangs.

No. 2 struggled in Marley’s grip while the other little demons curled up.

“Ow, let go!”

“Not a chance, ya demonic ball! I want to go peacefully and I can’t do that if you all are fighting! Now get out of my room!”

And with that, Marley gathered all the little demons and tossed them out of her room, and slammed the door. She sighed deeply while dusting her hands of the chaos. She turned to return to her bed only to stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she realized that she had got up from her deathbed with lively vigor. Quickly, she rushed over to the full body mirror to see her reflection. There she stood, skin polished and revitalized, the bags underneath her eyes gone, her scleras were white and clean instead of gray and veiny. No ash could be seen anywhere, even her hair was shimmering in the soft lighting of the room. She was so shocked that she stumbled back before slumping to the floor.

“What the hell...”

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Diavolo sighed as he looked at his desk for the first time that day. Thanks to Barbatos, it was organized based on importance and urgency but he felt no rush to do any of it. He wanted to be by Marley’s side and ease her suffering but he feared her rejecting his comfort. He sighed deeply before ruffling his hair, however, he was interrupted by cries of help accompanied by crashing. Immediately, he snapped to attention and rushed out of his office only to have a Little D rush into his arms.

“Save me, save me!” He cried out.

“From what?”

Just then more screams of terror echoed as the Little Ds were flung into his office hallway by an unknown force. Suddenly, the air grew cold as ice crept against the walls and floor. Diavolo’s eyes widened to the point of tearing up as Marley slid into sight while holding an iced-over morning star. A joyous smile crept on his face upon seeing the selkie standing on her own two feet. He slowly began to stagger toward the armed woman, trying not to show too much of his joy.

“Marley...” He managed to crack out.

Hearing her name being called, Marley turned to see an elated prince. However, Diavolo’s joy was short-lived as Marley growled at him while baring her fangs.

“You...”

“Pardon?”

In a flash, Marley rushed straight toward Diavolo on the icy floor while gripping the icy morning star tightly. She then jumped toward the demon prince and readied herself to swing her weapon against him. Suddenly, Diavolo released the little demon before instinctively grabbed the weapon by its shaft with one hand while holding Marley close with the other.

“Marley, it’s me!”

“I know it’s you, now let me go so I can hit you!” She hissed.

“What? Why do you want to hit me!?”

“Because you turned me into a zombie! Do I look like Zombie Goth Girl? Now give me back my mace!”

“Actually, it’s a morning star-”

“I don’t care, now gimme!!!”

However, Diavolo only stared down at the lively woman trapped in his embrace. It didn’t even register that she tried to attack him but the sheer act of her lively destruction and fiery temper was the greatest proof of life he could ask for. In an instant, he pulled the weapon out of her grasp and held her tightly with both arms, lifting her off the ground as his embrace tightened. Marley then violently beat her fists against the nearly invulnerable demon.

“Let go of me!!!” She growled as she tried to push him away.

“Marley, you’re alive, you’re healed.” Diavolo choked out as he began to tremble with joy.

“I’m glad to see everyone so early in the morning.”

Diavolo stopped himself only to look at the calm Barbatos who was easily sliding on the icy floor.

“Barbatos, is this your doing?”

Marley snapped her attention to Barbatos who smiled normally. She then pulled her arm out of the prince’s embrace and pointed at the butler in an accusing manner.

“You the one who turned me into a zombie?!”

“I’m afraid you are mistaken, Miss Marley. You can’t be a zombie for the sole reason that you are still alive.”

“...I don’t believe you. I should be dead right now!”

“You would’ve been but my lord asked me to take care of your pelt while he slumbered.”

Diavolo blinked while Marley continued to squirm in Diavolo’s grasp. Suddenly, a very stern look bloomed upon the prince’s face as he stared at his faithful butler.

“Barbatos, when I said take care of her pelt-”

Barbatos simply bowed his head before giving his calm response.

“My lord asked me to take care of her pelt without specific details. So I assumed I was allowed to take care of the pelt as I saw fit. If this wasn’t your desire, I deeply apologize for my actions, my lord.”

Diavolo stared for a moment before his expression melted away to something warmer. He then turned his gaze downward at a frustrated and confused Marley. Suddenly, his embrace grew tighter as he enveloped his body around the unexpecting woman.

“There’s no need for apologies.” He claimed happily.

“Diavolo...Let go...Can’t...Breathe...” Marley wheezed as she tried to tap out of the demonic bear hug.

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“You can be at ease now, Marley.” Diavolo claimed with a smile.

Marley just gave him a side glance as she held her weapon close. There she sat at the table across from the heir to the throne who casually sipped his tea. Under normal circumstances, she would go with the flow and join him in enjoying breakfast but these were far from normal times. She was dying, she was supposed to die but there she was, alive and well. Still feeling Diavolo’s warm gaze upon her body, she turned sharply away from. Before Diavolo could speak, a flurry of little Ds burst onto the balcony, huffing and puffing.

“We’ve finished cleaning up the main hallway, my lord.”

“Well done, everyone.” He praised as he held up a plate of treats for the little demons to feast on.

“Yeah, it was a real mess with all the ice and smashing.” No. 2 claimed with its face stuffed.

However, a quick glare from Marley took all the air out of the haughty creature’s snide remark. Thankfully for the tiny devil, Barbatos had returned to the balcony holding his cloth covered bundle. Taking the hint, all the little Ds dispensed, leaving the trio alone. Gently, Barbatos unraveled the cloth, revealing Marley’s pelt. However, Marley’s wide eyes that were filled with relief were replaced with shocking confusion as she lowered the morningstar she held. The familiar shades of grey were absent as Barbatos presented a pelt of jet black with bands of white. Instinctively, Marley recoiled away from the pelt as she dropped her weapon, cracking the tile. For the first time since knowing her, Diavolo saw she was shying away from the fur with a shaken expression.

“Marley, what’s wrong?”

“That’s not my pelt...”

“I assure you, Miss Marley, this is yours.”

“It’s not, mine’s grey with white rings.” she muttered.

Barbatos straightened his spine while Diavolo interlocked his fingers and sat back in his chair with a solemn look on his face.

“Barbatos, care to explain to our guest?”

“Very well, this pelt is yours but it’s from another place in time.”

Marley’s eyes grew wide as her hair puffed up at the very concept Barbatos offered. Seeing this, he decided to take things slow.

“I have the ability to see the past and future as well as their endless outcomes. Of course, I will never alter them without the permission of my lord. However, he wished for me to take care of your pelt and the best way to do that was to replace it with another one.”

Marley still looked at the man as if he was speaking a different language. Once again, Barbatos changed his tactics.

“Think of time like a river with a multitude of branches and dead ends that I can alter as I wish. If time is a river then living creatures are the fish that swim in the water while an object like your pelt would be a stone, polished and carried upon the riverbed. Your stone was cracked and would only break away as more water beats across it, leading to your death. All I did was replace your stone from the river with another stone from one of the dead ends where it would have been destroyed anyway. Unfortunately, sometimes the stone may not look the same due to different experiences in the river.”

Marley thought for a moment while still looking at the fur.

“...If that’s the case, what happened to that Marley, the one who originally owned it? Was it her ‘dead end’ when you got this? Do we still have the same soul?”

Barbatos gave a soft smile as a comfort.

“It no longer matters since that Marley no longer exists and I assure you that I was not the cause of their demise. However, I assume that they shared your goal of wanting your pelt to live on in some way. A soul may be shaped by its experience but all that matters is what you choose to do from this point.”

Marley looked at the surprisingly kind gaze that Barbatos shared with her. Slowly, she reached and received the strange sealskin that came across time to be held by her. Once in her embrace, a feeling of safety and familiarity washed over her and cleansed her of her dread. The soft velvet against her fingers drew her closer as she rubbed her face gently against its silky exterior. She felt so drawn to it, she didn’t realize that she rose from the table to transform back into a seal for the first time in weeks.

Diavolo quickly rose to his feet to see Marley in her ‘Mochi’ persona but it was striking just how different she looked. No longer was she an orb of a grey seal adorned with many small rings, she was larger and longer with a deep velvet black pelt and decorated with four large white stripes. She bounced over to the glass of the balcony door and tilted her head back and forth as if to look at her new coat. After a brief few minutes, Marley turned to Barbatos and Diavolo and gave them a hasty puff that ended in a high pitched snort. Surprised, Marley scrunched up her snout and tilted her head before making more noises. Diavolo and Barbatos couldn’t help but chuckle as Marley continued to test out her new voice. She turned her attention at the laughing demons and gave a surprisingly low growl at the duo.

“Hmm, looks like your vocal range has increased, Miss Marley.”

“And I must add that you look beautiful in your new coat.” Diavolo chimed in.

Marley snorted at them before peeling away the sealskin to walk on two legs again.

“Barbatos?”

“Yes?”

“Where’s my treasure?”

“Treasure, miss?”

Upon hearing his response, Marley dropped to her knees and gripped her new pelt tightly. All her hard searching and planning made a mote point as her brain was filled with all her hardships that she endured. The largest treasure stash that she ever found and protected for over three months were now lost to the literal flow of time. Concerned, Barbatos and Diavolo called out to the discouraged woman who sniffled slightly.

“Are you alright, Marley?”

“I’m fine, or I will be at the least. Can I borrow your phone real quick?” She asked shakily.

“Sure, but whatever for?” He questioned as he handed over his D.D.D.

“I need to let them know that I’m alright now.”

Marley called the brothers one by one, only for the phone to ring out each time which made Diavolo look away with slight shame in his face.

“They haven’t been responding to my calls or messages as of late.”

Marley just gave Diavolo a cheeky grin lined with mischief and revenge.

“Ok, then let me try something else that will get their attention.”

Diavolo looked on confused while Barbatos looked away with his shoulders trembling.

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proudgodot · 3 years

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Gratitude

I was not initially planning to post about this, given that my unfortunate tendency to over-share has caused me quite a bit of grief in the past, but the truth is that I simply couldn’t resist this time. Typically when I am overcome by an uncontrollable desire to post it is because I am desperately in need of attention or validation, so much so that I can’t actually remember a time when I posted because I was genuinely eager to share something. It was always out of some perverse and misplaced sense of obligation, but it finally feels as if that burden is lifted. While I was writing this post, it was because I felt a genuine…. pride over something I had accomplished, something I genuinely wanted to share with the world. When I chose the name of this blog I didn’t earnestly expect that I would ever feel anything other than shame about myself… it seemed more an ideal than an actual plausible prediction. I’m just so relieved my wish came true.

Anyway, I suppose that is quite enough navel-gazing for the time being… I can only imagine my followers have probably had enough of that to last a long and fulfilling lifetime. I reckon it’s time to move on to the actual story.

As most of you well know, following the dramatic events of the Kristahlia drama, I suddenly found myself with the new responsibility of parenthood. There are certainly aspects of my new lifestyle that have been difficult to adjust to… principle of which is that I am supposed to serve as a sort of role model for these developing and damaged boys. I have never been particularly aspirational, in fact you would be hard-pressed to find someone as underperforming as me. Although I was prone to overcompensating for such things, always desperately trying to prove that I was capable of as much as the bare minimum, looking back I see that I grew too comfortable with those low expectations. When it registered that as a caretaker I would suddenly have to perform a sort of excellence, not for the sake of my fragile ego but for the betterment of these children… I was immediately overcome by a painful inadequacy. However, as our first week together progressed, I came to realize that in certain regards all of us were personally inadequate, and it was for that very reason we had taken on this responsibility together. Although I certainly had my short-comings, that wasn’t something unique to me, and over time we all began to coordinate better and help manage each other’s weaknesses. I was somewhat surprised to learn this was not only true of the adults, but the children as well. The dynamic we developed as a family was rather symbiotic… I found that regardless of age we all had something to offer each other.

Regardless, I promised myself that I would do whatever it took to keep my found family as distant as possible from my most severe personal issues. My past was something I felt I had to resolve independently, no matter how tempting it was to once again depend on the people in my life to solve my problems in my stead. That is why when I made the decision to start looking into Anton’s whereabouts, I never spoke a word about it to my housemates.

Facebook made finding his account incredibly easy, distressingly so in fact. I became acutely aware of the possibility that he might have been recommended my account numerous times over the years and had consciously chosen not to send me a friend request, which although completely understandable still hurt immensely to imagine. Perhaps my hopelessly romantic dream to reconnect with the man was unrequited, and would be rejected with extreme prejudice if vocalized. Eventually, however, I managed to muster up the courage to actually inspect his profile. I discovered that after our quarrel six years ago and his subsequent transferral Anton had moved back to his hometown in Ann Arbor to complete his degree in art and design. Since graduating, he had been working as a freelance artist and animator… he often posted about how proud of his projects he was, and it was reassuring to see his enthusiasm had not diminished in the slightest over the years. One detail about his profile that immediately jumped out at me was his relationship status, which was currently set to single. Despite myself, I immediately felt a small flicker of hope ignite within my quickened heart. Upon further investigation, it appeared he’d been involved in several relationships over the years that had ultimately ended in failure, although the circumstances were unclear. I only hoped he hadn’t made a habit of dating unappreciative losers…

I managed to quell my anxiety briefly and force myself to send him a friend request, which almost immediately filled me with a sense of mounting dread. My anticipation wasn’t even allowed much time to simmer, because mere minutes after I sent the message I was notified that it had been accepted. Instinctively, I slammed my laptop shut and jumped out of my seat, forgetting that I was incapable of standing up so quickly without losing all feeling in my legs and face planting into the floor. I instantly regretted not taking Addy’s advice and getting that checked by a doctor, because soon enough the entire family was in my room gathered around my body and asking questions with varying degrees of concern and amusement. Although I had wanted to keep my activity a secret, at that moment I was swept away in the drama, and so I began to mindlessly rant about the situation.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but soon enough there were six pairs of hands all frantically scrambling for control of my keyboard. While I laid incapacitated on the floor, my friends had taken it upon themselves to respond to Anton’s messages, each expressing their own thoughts from my account in randomly alternating orders depending on who had managed to prevail in the wrestling. It seemed that Iara maintained the upper hand most of the fight, although it was admittedly difficult to tell over the frenzy at times considering my limited view from the floor.

Eventually, the chaos subsided and everyone turned to look at me with beaming smiles on their faces, some more devious than others. I immediately began to worry that they had sabotaged me somehow, be it in light-hearted jest or in an earnest act of betrayal, and so I asked them nervously what exactly they had done. For a moment it seemed they were trying to contain their excitement, but it didn’t take long for them to erupted into an uproarious celebration, complete with victorious chants that Anton was coming to meet us in person this evening!

I didn’t know how to react. All at once a tempest of conflicting emotions completely overpowered me… and I mean that quite literally. I knocked out cold, and when I finally woke up I discovered that not only had Kyler been trying to shock me awake by applying Takis to my tongue, but that the situation had not miraculously resolved itself. Although everyone else had mostly settled down, my mind was whirling a mile a minute with all of the things I had to do to prepare. I had a whole bucket list I needed to accomplish before I was comfortable standing in front of Anton again… and as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn’t possibly get everything done myself over such a brief time. To my surprise, I didn’t even have a chance to put my reservations aside before they had already agreed to help me based off of my panicked listing of errands alone. Despite my reluctance to involve my new friends in the more turbulent aspects of personal life, it seemed they were actually eager to get involved themselves… I discovered that my problems were not an inconvenience to them, but rather something they were excited to help me work through.

The first obstacle I had to overcome was also the hardest… that being that I had never properly apologized to Gabriella and Lana for my dishonest and frankly abusive treatment. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t have the words to express my remorse or that I hadn’t processed my guilt, but that Gabriella’s parting words to me specifically informed me not to contact her and I didn’t want to once again disrespect her wishes. However, after some words of encouragement from the family, I managed to write a relatively concise three thousand word email taking responsibility for my past actions and wishing the couple well. As I was writing this post, I actually received a response from the two telling me they appreciated my apology and were glad to see I had grown into a more mature person. Apparently they have just finished settling into their cottage and are now doing better than ever. Lana even expressed an interest in meeting Addy and Iara in particular sometime… I suppose it’s a sapphic thing. I’m just glad that they’re finally living the happy life they deserve without being held back by backwards men.

My email took longer to type then I had expected, and although I certainly can not regret pouring my heart into the message given its importance, it did mean that we had to pick up the pace with the rest of the bucket list. Kyler took this quite literally, speeding at what must have been 100 miles per hour towards the mall despite nearly giving me a heart attack and my insistence that he not set such a bad example for Chris and Klav. We actually ended up getting pulled over, but luckily Iara managed to scare the officer away with her signature scowl. The next few hours were a frantic rush of errands, all focused on helping me actually express myself without the burden of repression. There were moments when it was a struggle, such as when I nearly hyperventilated in Claire’s before they pierced my ears, but ultimately I am immensely satisfied with the results. The most fulfilling moment was finally getting the tips of my hair bleached white to match my new profile picture. Chris actually got his hair dyed alongside me, changing his style from pale blond to black and white to reflect his new kin. It was incredibly rewarding to accomplish this alongside him… I had never been the subject of anything but disappointment from my parents, so it was an incredible feeling to be able to experience that absent parental pride for myself, even if it was with a different perspective.

By the time Anton was forecasted to arrive, my appearance had been upgraded to better reflect my current sense of self… all that was left was for me to get in the right mindset. Luckily, my family was perfectly eager to act as my own personal “hype beasts,” as Kyler put it. They offered excellent emotional support in the half-hour we sat in the den patiently awaiting his arrival, especially Addy, who really took my mind off things by offering to play me in a game of chess. I lost quite handedly, but for once I don’t have it in me to be a spoilsport. When we heard that fateful knock at the door, they all immediately ran into the nearest closest and shut themselves inside to give us some space, but not before giving me a final set of encouraging thumbs up. I hesitated for a moment, questioning once again whether I was really ready to take such a big step in my life. My hand paused, hovering over the door knob uncertainly… until I heard the faint sounds of Steely Dan’s Come on Eileen coming from inside the closet, accompanied by the muffled sound of Klav’s giggle. Reignited by the familiar sounds of my favorite musicians, I swung the door open with a new and uncharacteristic conviction.

And there he was… I was immediately captivated by just how strong his presence was. My memories hadn’t done him justice… it really was like I was in the presence of an angel. I was comforted by certain familiar aspects of his appearance, such as his golden brown eyes that glistened like stars, his long curly hair with its comforting strawberry aroma, and his signature checkered scarf that he had been consistently wearing for almost decade now… but what really excited me were those new features. Normally I am turned off by change, but I was positively breathless as soon as my eyes wandered to the golden butterfly tattoo on his exposed shoulder. I felt as if I was going to faint for a second time in one day.

I couldn’t find the words to express the depths of my emotion no matter how hard I searched my impassioned soul... there were no words strong enough. Instead I just cried, and wordlessly he accepted me into his arms… just like he had on that life-changing night all those years ago. I finally told him everything I had so obstinately refused to say during college… that I was gay, that I was in love with him, and that I was sorry. Although I was openly weeping, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more relieved in my life.

Eventually, he managed to pacify me… and so I was able to explain to him the entire story of the Kristahlia drama. It was difficult to explain that I had managed to go from discoursing with these teenage kinnies to adopting them, but he was as understanding as he ever was. He was so excited to meet my family that he even brought his cat Apple all the way from Michigan just to introduce her to them. I don’t think I have ever mentioned this publicly, but when Krissy died I had to take her dog Diogenes in myself, and I was surprised to find that the two animals got along perfectly. It really did feel like the entire house was accepting him... it was as if this was meant to be.

Since Anton had gone to all the trouble of making the ten hour drive to Iowa, he suggested that we might as well all hang out together in Cedar Rapids over the weekend. I suppose it’s a date... I must say that I am looking forward to it, as are the others. I know I didn’t deserve to be accepted by him again just because I spent a few hours shedding tears and profusely apologizing, but for once I don’t feel guilty that I have received something I don’t deserve. I just feel... an overwhelming gratitude for the opportunity.

I am certainly still inexperienced at this whole family business and have accepted that I will inevitably make some mistakes in the future, but I don’t think I’ve done too poorly for a first week, if I do say so myself. I am truly grateful to all the people in my life who have supported me through my journey, who have taught me that it is possible to rely on others without being a parasite and to be relied on without shouldering the entire burden.

To my partners, my friends, my children, and my love... from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

#sincerely adam

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gastricpierrot · 4 years

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Title: Breathe fire into me

Series: Promare

Pairing: GaloLio

Rating: T

Summary:

Lio might have a little crush on the cute barista from the boba shop he visited recently.

Only there’s a catch: there’s much more to Galo Thymos than what he seems.

Note: role reversal AU, boba barista Galo, archer main Lio

Also on AO3

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

Lio, to his own disappointment, did not find the peach tea particularly special.

It was fragrant, at the very least. And the caffeine has just the right kick. It's just...a little on the sweet side? Okay, maybe a lot on the sweet side. Lucia definitely loved her drink. The bitterness from Aina’s matcha helped balance out its overall taste. The rest had some wide eyes and raised eyebrows upon their first sips.

Still, it’s not bad enough for Lio to want to avoid the place the rest of his life. Maybe he can try for an order with less sugar the next time? Not that he thinks he’ll have the chance to do so soon and—

“Lio, you’re about to miss your mug by about a mile.”

Lio’s snapped out of his daze by a sharp clap on his shoulder from Remi, and he only registers what he means when he sees that he’s this close to pouring his coffee directly onto the countertop. He quickly fixes his aim, frowning hard at his mug like it’s its fault that he almost made an embarrassing mess.

“You can always talk to us if something’s bothering you,” Remi offers, sounding genuinely concerned that Lio seems to be unusually out of it.

“No, it’s not a big deal, really,” Lio assures because it shouldn’t be. It ridiculous that he’s even getting distracted over something so insignificant when there are more important things to direct his time and energy towards—especially now knowing Mad Burnish has once again gained a new leader. They’ll have to start tracking him down soon, start paying more attention to potential target locations for arson. They must not be allowed to mobilize.

“If you say so.” Remi doesn’t sound entirely convinced, but he doesn’t pry. “The offer still stands, though.”

“Thanks.” Lio then slightly jiggles the jug he’s holding. “Coffee? There should be just enough left for another mug.”

Remi shrugs, accepting his offer. The two spend a silent moment in the pantry simply huffing into their mugs, trying to cool their drinks down enough to take careful sips. The wall fan in the lounge buzzes extra loudly whenever it turns a specific direction and sends the weighed-down papers on the desks flapping in place. It's quiet enough that they can faintly hear Lucia’s muffled laughter from the nap room upstairs as she indulges in whatever random online content she’s managed to stumble across this time.

This is the sort of tranquility of night shifts that Lio really enjoys.

He heads to the rooftop once he’s finished his coffee and cleaned up, leaving with a casual reminder from Remi to not fall asleep there again. Lio climbs the stairs and reaches the top, pushing heavy doors open to be greeted by a sea of black.

The stars aren’t visible tonight—though it’s not like they’re normally all that easy to see either thanks to the ever-present city lights. It’s the moon that Lio’s spotted earlier when he happened to glance out a window; a bright, pale yellow orb seemingly hanging low enough in the sky for him to simply reach out and touch at the height he’s at.

He takes a breath, savoring the air from the breeze blowing towards him as he casts his gaze afar. Even in this time of the night, the city doesn’t seem to sleep. Music echoes from somewhere in the distance, some stray cats are having a fight in some alley. There's a short revving of bikes. Even along the streets within the station’s proximity, where most—if not every—shop should be closed by midnight, Lio spots people walking about, heading somewhere yet seemingly nowhere.

He pulls his jacket just a little tighter around himself and sighs, relishing the moment.

And he nearly jumps when the sirens suddenly blare to life.

Lio’s bolting downstairs in an almost conditioned response, mentally taking note of all the information recited through the speakers by a computerized voice, sent directly from the site of fire via compulsory built-in detectors as part of Promepolis’ centralized fire alert system. A residential house at the south district, approximately three kilometers from base. No particularly flammable substances reported. Cause of fire: Burnish flares.

Lio would not be able to participate directly in the extinguishing part of the mission, with his Gear still awaiting repairs. They have a spare one in store but Lio, to his frustration, can’t seem to pilot it half as smoothly as he can with his own—to the point where Ignis agrees that he would be of more effective help without it.

A residential fire isn’t usually a particularly difficult job, fortunately. Only Remi, Lucia and Lio himself are dispatched, with Remi in charge of the brunt of the work while Lio and Lucia deal with support in whatever way they can.

Lucia sends out a drone the moment they’re close enough to the scene, promptly processing whatever information she can glean and giving out instructions to guide the others. The flames seem to have originated from the first floor and have spread downstairs, but fortunately not yet to adjacent houses. Most neighbours seemed to have evacuated from their homes nonetheless, just as according to standard safety procedures taught to them during periodic neighbourhood fire drills.

Things look under control—until Lucia’s drone detects the presence of two people within the fire.

Lio and Remi are leaping out of the Rescue Mobile before it’s even come to a proper stop; Remi diving right into the blaze in his Gear while Lio prepares to deliver first aid and handle crowd control.

It's not difficult to discern who had been inside the house when the fire started and who are merely bystanders. Lio hurriedly approaches the group of three covered in soot and huddled together, obviously still shell-shocked at whatever had just transpired. They’re a pair of parents with a child around ten to twelve years old. Lio tries to assure them that they’re safe, that the FDPP is here to help. Asks if they’re hurt anywhere, carefully scans over their limbs to make sure they really are fine when they respond negative.

“But our daughter,” the mother manages to stammer, voice choked with barely restrained panic. “She’s still inside!”

“My teammate’s getting her out of there,” Lio assures, noting the sporadic crystalline bursts from Remi’s ice bullets behind him as he tamed the fire. He knows he’s holding back; he has to be extra mindful about preserving the building’s integrity while there are still people inside, lest everything collapses around them. “Just give him a moment m—”

“No, you don’t understand!” The lady clutches Lio’s arms, increasingly frantic as she digs her fingers into his jacket sleeves. “There’s this young man, he just—”

She doesn’t manage to finish her sentence, cut off by the sudden roar of serpents erupting from the blaze. The hairs on Lio’s neck instantly stand on their ends, and on instinct, he turns around.

And he feels his stomach sink as Lucia manages to intercept the fire just in time, freezing it in place barely a foot away from him. Lio swallows thickly, hearing multiple screams around him. It seems that he’s not the only one suddenly attacked by the flares—but what happened? It wasn’t this aggressive before, did something—

“Someone’s leaving the house!” Lucia’s voice fizzles through his earpiece, nearly drowned out by the shattering of ice all around them. Lio grits his teeth, willing his body to move and look towards the house’s front door, peering through the flames to see two figures indeed shuffling their way out into the open.

Why aren’t they with Remi? Lio doesn’t have time to wonder. He gets on his feet and rushes over, expecting either of them to collapse any moment from the heat and smoke and having to bodily carry them to safety.

Except they don’t.

The pair are engulfed in flames that look different from the usual Burnish flares, a shade of teal instead of the bright blues, pinks and yellows. It looks completely harmless on them—almost looking protective, even, shielding them from the raging fire of the house. The young man has a hand on the girl’s shoulder as he walks her out.

It finally clicks: these two are Burnish. The girl must’ve either just awakened as one, or lost control.

Lio watches the flames flicker and dance, subconsciously mesmerized, before they abruptly retreat back into the young man’s body like it’s where they belong.

Lio could've sworn he hears the faintest sound of giddy, child-like laughter as it happens.

“Hey, you’re...”

Lio glances up, and, in a moment of what feels to him like pure absurdity, finds himself face to face with the staff from the bubble tea place.

xXx

Burnish are actually people who’ve undergone a sudden, unexplained mutation, many a result of extreme stress.

The girl was a university student, apparently just about overwhelmed with exams and papers to write and under a lot of pressure to perform well to maintain her scholarship. There could’ve been more factors building up to her awakening; Lio did not and was not obliged to pry. There are more than enough similar cases, people driven to the limits of what they can emotionally and mentally bear by their circumstances and randomly bursting into flames.

The girl sustained no injuries from the event, but she was still sent to the hospital to get checked just in case, and later on she’d be introduced to a mental help program to hopefully provide her the support she needs. Once all that’s settled, she’d be registered for classes to teach her how to keep her fire under control so there hopefully wouldn’t be more unfortunate accidents. Her family will be staying in a shelter in the meantime while they settle matters concerning their house.

The young man, on the other hand, had been in the area by sheer coincidence on his way back home when he’d seen the explosion of fire in the house. The madman had then barged right in, evacuated the rest of the family, and stayed with the girl until he could convince her that the fires wouldn’t hurt her and that the rest of her family is safe. It's after she’d managed to calm down that they’d then left the house, and the remaining flames allowed themselves to be put out.

He’d insisted he’s completely fine when asked and had slipped off soon after handing over the girl to Lio’s care.

Lio can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever consider joining the FDPP—that sort of courage and resistance to fire is exactly what they need—but he digresses.

They manage to wrap things up within the next hour, and thankfully there’s no other incident until Lio clocks off the next morning. He heads home just as dawn breaks and the rising sun colors the sky with a gradient of yellows and blues. Lio barely notices this, though, dead set on simply making it to his bathroom to take a shower and then pass out for the rest of his long-awaited day off.

He wakes up starving some time in the afternoon, and even then he’s trying to convince himself that a human being can last a solid number of days without food just so he wouldn’t have to get out of bed. He does eventually manage to drag himself up, though, only when the hunger and dehydration begins gnawing at him. Lio groans as he shuffles his way to the pantry to put together some cereal and milk.

He lets out a huge yawn before scooping a spoonful into his mouth, staring absently at his fridge as he crunches on the lightly sugared bits. He’ll have to do some grocery shopping later; the remaining ingredients he has wouldn’t last him until his next break day. Lio ponders over what he should get while he slurps up the last of the milk in his bowl, then later briefly cleaning it up and heading back to bed with his phone in hand.

He spends the next hour or so mindlessly scrolling through his social media feed and watching whatever’s on his recommended list on Y*utube. Lio used to be bothered by how he seems to only be able to laze his way through days when he’s off duty, but he’s proud to say that he's mostly gotten over it. Although being part of Burning Rescue does not necessarily mean there’s always an emergency to tend to, they must always be ready to drop everything and rush out when need be. Carrying out rescue missions and dealing with Mad Burnish when they pop up are one thing, but the constant anticipation for alerts wears them down almost just as much. Lio doesn’t always have the chance to simply let his guard down like this, and he’s gradually learnt to appreciate the quiet, insignificant moments he has when he can just pass the hours idly in his apartment.

It’s almost six in the evening by the time he works up the motivation to prepare going out. He changes out of his jammies, nearly forgets to brush his teeth, and bunches his hair into a hair tie because he can’t really be bothered to untangle it at the moment. He then pockets his phone and wallet, scoops up his keys and a couple of reusable bags from the little basket on his shoe rack, and with a final sweep of his gaze across his room to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything important, he heads out.

To be clear, Lio still hasn’t figured out what he’d like to eat for the next week. Then again, it wouldn’t be much different from the usual meals he could whip up either within thirty minutes or cook in a large batch so he can just store them in the fridge and have whenever he needed. He’ll just have to get some meat, fruits, some fresh cartons of milk. He's run out of bread too, he remembers. He could get some canned tuna to make some quick snacks while he’s at it.

The supermarket is close enough to Lio’s apartment for him to walk there and back. Plus it’s the best option since rush hour is still ongoing at this point. Crowds of people gather at bus stops, the roads almost packed with slow-moving traffic. Lio spots students in uniforms chattering loudly in groups, adults in various types of work attire carrying their own bags of groceries. In the distance, a train rattles by.

Lio spends a moment to bask in the mundanity of it all.

He's greeted by a familiar playlist and a blast of air conditioning the moment he enters the supermarket. Lio eyes the growing queues at the check-out counters as he makes his way to the aisles, and decides not to dawdle too much before the crowds get bigger. He briskly heads to the usual sections and fills his basket, grabbing himself some bags of chips in the last minute when he spots the discount labels on the racks. He'd planned to look around and see what else could be on sale, but guess he’d just have to save that for the next time.

Lio walks out about forty minutes later, heavy bags in hand, and pauses in his tracks.

And finds himself going a different direction than that leading home, a slight, subconscious spring in his steps as he moves closer towards the city center. It takes maybe fifteen minutes and one wrong turning before he finally reaches a street that’s still just vaguely familiar. It'd been midafternoon the last time he was properly here and not just passing by, the sun almost too bright in his eyes and blinding when reflected off the many white-washed walls. Now it’s pleasantly buzzing with activity, the incoming night illuminated with bright lights and loud music.

Lio doesn’t plan to properly go into the shop. He’ll just have a look while walking past, just to make sure the guy’s doing okay after that fire. Just be natural, Fotia. Don’t stare, don’t try too hard. At least it’s probably a busy time now and he won’t have the time to notice every passerby and—

The shop is quiet, with the staff crouching behind the counter scrolling through their phones. By sheer dumb luck, Lio’s eyes somehow almost immediately meet with those belonging to the one with spiky blue hair.

Sees an excited grin bloom across his face.

“Mr Firefighter!”

Lio hates the way his heart does a little flip at the address.

“Oh, hey,” Lio manages to respond casually enough (god at least he hopes so), stopping to watch the guy maneuver his way over from his workstation. He's suddenly very aware of the fact that he hasn’t combed his hair. “You doing okay after everything?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything serious, really,” Boba boy assures with a scratch of his cheek. He then spots Lio’s groceries. “Went shopping today?”

Lio hums his affirmation, trying not to grow overly conscious of the crinkling of his bags of chips next. “Won’t be off until sometime next week after this.”

“That’s a shame. Thought I’d treat you to a cup, but guess it’s not exactly the most convenient for you at the moment, huh?”

Lio raises his eyebrows at the sudden mention of a treat. “There’s really no need, though?”

“Please, just take it as a token of appreciation. For taking care of a fellow Burnish sister yesterday.” Boba boy then frowns. “Or maybe you’re the type who considers that sort of hour ‘this morning’.”

Lio, the absolute fool he is, finds himself charmed from that statement alone. “I’ll drop by some other time, then? I’ll see if I’ll be free to visit after work tomorrow.”

“Cool, cool! I’ll keep an eye out for you!”

“Thanks,” Lio says, then realization belatedly dawns him. “By the way, I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name?”

“Oh, right.” Boba boy lets out a sheepish laugh as though it hadn’t occurred to him as well. He slips his hands into his pockets, leans his weight back slightly. Relaxed, casual. “It’s Galo. Galo Thymos.”

#promare #lio fotia #galo thymos #galolio #liogalo #pls let this show up in the tags im not gonna say much here for a change fkad;jf #fanfiction

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (125/?)

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Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[7 July, 233 Before Age. Fytpall IV.]

They told stories on Fytpall IV, of a creature that slept at the bottom of the wine-dark sea. Immeasurably old, it had lain dormant for undreaming eons, and one day it would awaken and resume whatever unfathomable business it had upon the surface. It was said that the creature was indescribable, and all who saw it were driven mad by its appearance. Even the fish knew to avoid that part of the sea, and so it was utterly devoid of life.

The legend was mostly true, although the Fytpallians had overestimated the creature somewhat. Gorath'th the Defiler of Souls was eminently describable. It had a body somewhat like a carnivorous dinosaur, only its skin was smooth and slimy like a frog's, and at the end of its long neck was a jawless mouth ringed with pointed teeth. Tentacles would snake out of its throat when it ate, and it had a eerily humanoid eye on the center of its chest. Instead of fingers or toes, its limbs ended with thousands of hair-like cilia.

Also, contrary to the Fytpallian tradition, Gorath'th would never reawaken, as it had been accidentally killed during a battle between Luffa and the Jindan Saiyans who had invaded Fytpall a week earlier. The invaders had tried to lure Luffa underwater, hoping that they would find an advantage there, but instead she unleashed a massive ki attack, as she believed there were no innocent life forms in the area to get caught in the blast. And this was true enough, for the Defiler of Souls was by no means "innocent." Gorath'th was vaporized in its sleep, never knowing what had destroyed it. Would such an ancient and unknowable horror have felt humiliation over such an ignoble death? Probably. Gorath'th was a lot more insecure about these things than anyone knew.

The irony was that the enormous explosion that had destroyed Gorath'th hadn't even been meant to kill anything. Luffa had only used it as a diversion. While her two enemies moved off to escape the range of the attack, Luffa propelled herself through it, just so she could catch one of them off guard and drive her fist into his face. A normal Saiyan would have been killed on impact, but the Jindan power had made this one strong enough to survive. That was fine. She was quite satisfied to simply break his jaw. That would be enough to keep him from saving his comrade.

The Jindan Saiyans were stronger than ordinary Saiyans, but they were still no match for Luffa in a one-on-one scenario. Accordingly, they worked in squads of at least six. Luffa countered this strategy by splitting them up and picking them off one at a time. Now, she closed in on her true prey, a Saiyan woman with scars running down both sides of her face. She had looked very confident in herself when she had been flanked by seven teammates, but now she was alone. Luffa struck her hard enough to knock her out of the water like a missile. She flew after Scarface and battered her with her fists every time she was close enough to strike. By the time Broken Jaw recovered--if he ever recovered--Scarface would be too badly hurt to help him.

The key, Luffa had found, was to resist the urge to finish her enemies off. That was what they expected her to do, after all, and she had found it was best to keep switching targets as quickly as possible. She sensed Bald Guy pulling himself together from the beating she had given him a thousand miles away, while Kidney Punch seemed to be alive, but he had lost the will to fight. The other four--Shorty, Screamer, Kinda Cute, and Head Wound-- were already dead. She would kill them all eventually, but it was important to keep them from regrouping or formulating any kind of plan. Her right knee and left shoulder were still bothering her, and while she was certain that she could kill four Jindan Saiyans at once, she couldn't take that chance. She had been fighting battles like this on a dozen planets already, and each one had taken a toll on her body. If she allowed herself to take too much damage on any one battle, then she would risk losing the war.

Luffa refused to let that happen. Dying in any one battle would rob her of the battles yet to come. That was what she told herself. It was easier than facing the real reasons.

[4 July, 233 Before Age. Buulprind III.]

The city was utterly ruined. The Jindan Saiyans who destroyed it were all dead, and Luffa was overdue to join another battle on Fytpall. But her own ship was hours away, and the transport she had planned to use had been destroyed in the battle. There were other ships, but the spaceports and shipyards were in disarray.

And she needed medical attention. Under different circumstances, Luffa might have simply taken the first spaceworthy vessel available, and headed for her next mission without bothering to bandage her wounds. But she had been too slow this time, and she knew she couldn't afford to lose any more strength. And so, she found a hospital in what remained of the city and waited for someone to treat her.

Unable to sit still for any length of time, she roamed the halls, occasionally helping herself to rolls of bandages. On the sixth floor, she found a woman sobbing over an unoccupied bed. There were a lot of people crying in this place. Some didn't cry. They just stared blankly, as though still registering what had happened to them.

"I couldn't get them all in time," Luffa said from the doorway. She hadn't meant to speak these words aloud. It wasn't until the civilian looked up and noticed her that Luffa realized she had said anything. The woman took one look at her and rose to her feet.

"I'm sorry," Luffa said. "Didn't mean to disturb you."

"Are you all right?"

The woman began to fuss over Luffa's bandages. She had applied them rather sloppily, and several of them were soaked with blood. Before Luffa could object, the woman was close enough to notice her tail.

"You're the Federatrix," she said. "Luffa."

"Yeah," Luffa said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, even as she still wiped the tears from her eyes. "These bandages are a mess. Who put these on?"

"Uh, I did," Luffa said.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you did a better job that I could have done before yesterday," she said. "One of the nurses downstairs finally showed me how."

Luffa watched, but not very carefully. Mostly, it was just an excuse to look away, and to avoid saying anything.

"They won't come back, will they? The Saiyans, I mean."

"No," Luffa said. "I mean, not these Saiyans. I killed them. But there might be others. Sometimes they hide and try to ambush me, or wait for me to leave the planet."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't fast enough to stop them. I didn't think they would blow up the city like they did, not while they were fighting with me."

"Well, you're hurt," the woman said. "I'm sure you did the best you could."

"How'd you end up here?" Luffa asked. She had been trying to steer clear of this topic, but something about the word "best" made her desperate to talk about anything else.

"I brought... It's stupid, really. He was... there was nothing they could do for him. After the blast, I went looking for help. I told him I'd come back for him. But it took me hours to find help, and they couldn't go back right away. There just wasn't enough... He was unconscious when they finally found him, and he'd lost so much blood... They took him into surgery an hour ago, and they'll do what they can, but..."

Her voice started to crack and she set her jaw as she continued to work on Luffa's bandages. "Well, it's not important now. You've seen how it is here. There's plenty of other people who can be helped. I can't just hide in here forever."

She seemed to gather strength as she spoke, and when she was done with Luffa's bandages, she clasped one of her hands into her own.

"Thanks," she said. "I needed a kick in the pants to get me motivated again."

"What?" Luffa asked. "I didn't mean to--"

But the woman wasn't listening. "You've been protecting us all, fighting with everything you have, in spite of your injuries. I don't know how you Saiyans can do it, but it's inspiring to have someone like you on our side. Someone who never gives up."

Luffa's eyes widened and she pulled away. "I... I have to go."

"Oh, of course. I didn't meant to take up your time. You should really have a doctor take a look at you..."

But Luffa had already run out into the hallway, and through the nearest window to escape into the sky...

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[7 July, 233 Before Age. Fytpall IV.]

It wasn't the joy of battle, or even the guilt she felt over innocent lives she had been unable to save. Both of those emotions were there, of course. As she kicked a Saiyan hard enough to shatter his pelvis, she couldn't help but enjoy it, and worry that it might not be enough.

But besides these feelings, what coursed through her heart was a very particular dread. She was doing the "best she could". She was the Super Saiyan, which meant that, by definition, her best was the best that any Saiyan could do, anywhere, ever.

Failure was one thing. Luffa had failed before. Her mother had taught her at an early age to get back up and try again. As much as she grieved for the civilian casualties in this conflict, she accepted it as part of the nature of war. The problem for Luffa was that when she wasn't good enough, it meant that the entire Saiyan race wasn't good enough.

Broken Jaw tried to take Luffa's head off with a blade of concentrated ki energy. She dodged it with inches to spare and responded with an energy blast from her mouth. A glancing blow, but good enough for the moment.

For a time, she had believed that a protracted battle with other Saiyans would be satisfying. Now, she wasn't so sure. In the end, they always seemed to fight just like all the other aliens and monsters she had encountered. They were just more familiar to her, in a way. Was that all the Saiyan species really was? King Rehval had boasted about shaping the destiny of the Saiyan people, and Luffa herself had always believed that the Saiyans were capable of an inherent greatness. But time after time, the Saiyans always seemed to fall short of her expectations. She was the best one, and if she was disappointed with herself, what hope was there for the rest of them?

There was no hope at all for Kidney Punch. Luffa finished him off with a Vengeance Canon through the heart. He died a warrior's death, but Luffa knew that was an empty statement. He was no courageous warrior, just a flunky in Trismegistus' mad cult. He had come to this planet to die in a useless battle, and perhaps to kill as many people as he could before death finally caught up to him. If by some miracle he had survived, he would have returned to his master's side, and lived out his days as a pathetic joke of what a Saiyan was supposed to be.

She couldn't get the woman from the hospital out of her mind. She had seen that kind of grief before. Luffa had experienced it firsthand, when she failed to save the Dorluns all those years ago. When she lost her son to the treachery of Kandai and the Tikosi. And yet, these civilians that she had failed, who were too weak to defend themselves, they seemed to bear their suffering far better than any Saiyan. To be so overcome with pain, and then to carry on helping others like that.

And that woman had said Luffa had inspired her. It shamed her to even think about it. These people of the Federation had been mostly an afterthought to Luffa. She cared about them, to a point, but they had never really been high on her list of priorities. She had defended them mostly in the abstract. Other than Extraliga, she had never spent much time among their people, or their soldiers. Now, Luffa was beginning to take some pride in them.

She wasn't sure how to feel about that. Luffa had hoped that fighting these last few cultists on Fytpall might distract her from that heavy feeling in her chest. As she tracked down Scarface, she decided that it wasn't distracting her at all. Scarface was too badly hurt to do much more than beg for her life. Perhaps it just as well that the people of the Federation gave Luffa something to be proud about. The Saiyan people didn't seem to have much to offer.

*******

[8 July, 233 Before Age. Nagaoka.]

Treekul's hair had grown to nearly three-quarters of an inch in length, for she had been without her hair trimmer for some time. Despite her confinement on this planet, surrounded by Saiyan cultists, hair growth was the most frustrating burden for her. Treekul took a private comfort in repeatedly trimming her scalp, but Rehval had forbidden this during her "apprenticeship". He said this was to discipline her mind, but she suspected that he just did these things for his own amusement.

She was late for today's "lesson", but Rehval never seemed too concerned with her punctuality. If one of his cultists stepped out of line, he would have them severely punished, but she was different. The only non-Saiyan on the planet, Treekul was never indoctrinated into their belief system. Instead, he made her a priestess and gave her a free hand to wander around his underground compound. This was all balanced by the fact that she was powerless to escape, and had no real way to resist him.

"Your distillate was very well done, Treekul," he said as she entered the chamber leading into his private laboratory. "You have some real talent."

"Look, I don't want to sound ungrateful," she said, "but why are you bothering training me at all? The war with the Federation, your vendetta against Luffa, running this cult of yours. Not to mention brewing up the Jindan potion you use to give them all that extra power you promise them. And I guess you're still the Saiyan King, even if everyone around here only knows you as Trismegistus. You've got enough on your plate already, don't you?"

"You've answered your own question," he said. "A king is only exceptional among his subjects. Surround him with other kings, and his crown becomes commonplace. So too does a teacher lose standing outside of a classroom. An alchemist loses grandeur when compared to other alchemists. A Saiyan becomes insignificant in a crowd of Saiyans. But a man who can be a king and an alchemist! A teacher and a deity. A Saiyan and a diplomat."

There were bottles and equipment arranged on her lab bench, but he was focused on a large pot of water that was suspended over a flame. Every few seconds, he sprinkled leaves and red powder into the pot, then stared intently at the surface of the liquid.

"Are you a fortune teller, too?" Treekul asked.

"You recognize the technique," Rehval said. "I'm impressed."

"I'm not an alchemist, I just study their history," Treekul replied. "I wouldn't be much good at that if I didn't know a scrying pool from a retort."

"Luffa is on Fytpall," he said. "By morning, my followers there will be dead."

"You don't sound too concerned about that," Treekul said.

"They give their lives for a higher purpose," he said.

"Level with me," Treekul said. "I'm not exactly in a position to expose your plans, and no one here would believe me if I told your secrets. What's this war of yours really for, anyway? Is it just a diversion for some other plan? Or are you really trying to kill off your own people?"

"Not at all," he said with a chuckle. "If one of them manages to kill Luffa, I would reward him beyond his wildest imaginations. Or her, but to be honest, I don't think any of the women in my fold would ever stand a chance. But for the men at least, it's not impossible, just very unlikely."

"Then why bother sending them?" Treekul asked.

"To wear her down," Rehval explained. "Before, I made the mistake of luring her to my home. I thought it would give me the advantage, but she escaped, and destroyed a lot of things I considered precious. I see now that that the only way to defeat her is by force. Not a single, decisive strike, but through attrition. My followers will chip away at her, little by little, across dozens of worlds. She seems to be healing between battles, but she still has to travel from planet to planet to block my offensives."

"What if she just quits?" Treekul suggested. At last, Rehval looked up at her, and his glare made her regret the question.

"You don't understand anything," Rehval said. "She's not just some general, like the ones you probably studied in your history books. She is a force of nature. As I rise up to claim supremacy over the Saiyan race-- and through them, the entire universe-- she rises up to oppose me. Force, counterforce. She would never back down from this challenge, and even if she did, it would only prove that she is not the threat I took her for."

"Oh," Treekul said, not understanding any of this. "Why didn't you just say so before?"

"You would understand if you had met her like I did," Rehval muttered. "If you had seen the wild look in her eyes, felt the raw intensity of her ki. No. No, she's the one. Nature resists alchemy, my dear. Each reaction, every shortcut, every convenience we make, there is a price that nature demands in return. A shrewd practitioner knows how to reach a fair bargain. This scrying pool only demands a few drops of blood, and the caloric from the fire. A glimpse into the future doesn't cost much, if that's all you seek. But my goal is to change the universe itself, and so the price I must pay is nothing less than the head of my nemesis. I was a fool to think she could ever be convinced to join me, but I had to try. Yes... I had to try. She's far too magnificent a woman... far too magnificent indeed..."

The one good thing about this rambling, Treekul thought, was that he was obsessing over some other woman, instead of herself. It wasn't much comfort to her, though. "You wanted to show me something, Boss?" she asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Yes, of course," he said. "Your performance on your last few exercises proves that you're ready to take a more hands-on approach with the cult."

"Huh?" Treekul asked.

"I want you to administer the Jindan potion, Treekul," Rehval said. "One day, I may have you manufacture it yourself, but for now, I just want you to oversee the ritual with the next class of recruits. It will help you understand how it works."

"I... I thought they just..." Treekul mimicked the act of drinking from an imaginary cup, and gulped for emphasis.

"Oh, that's definitely part of it," Rehval said. "But the rituals before that are important for preparing the subject. Heh. If you just drank the principal elixir by itself... well, I'd show you what happened to some unruly followers when they tried it, but... there isn't really anything left of them to see."

"Oh," Treekul said. Without realizing it, she took a step backward. He had been so calm and composed around her before. Almost friendly. But each time she met him, the gentle self-assured confidence seemed to slip a little more. It frightened her more than she wanted to admit. And while she knew there was no point in trying to run from him, her instincts sometimes got the better of her.

Suddenly she found herself leaning back in his arms. He had crossed the distance between them with a burst of speed she could hardly comprehend. Treekul knew about the immense power of the Saiyans, but this was her first personal demonstration.

"Ley lines," Rehval said as he looked deeply into her eyes. Her back rested against his left hand, while his right was steadying her at the hip. If he noticed her trembling, or the fear in her eyes, he didn't show it.

"I built these caverns to align with different ley lines across the planet," he said. "Can you feel it? We're standing on a node right now."

"Is that right?" Treekul said.

"The Jindan elixir is a medium between the living energy of the body and the geological energy of the planet. The Jindan transmutation allows a Saiyan to supplement his own ki with planetary power, which is usually much greater. I estimate that a planet with a high population and good biodiversity contains enough ki energy to rival any living foe, including Luffa. The trouble is that there's been no way to direct this sort of power, or to put it all at the command of an individual."

"Until you found a way," Treekul said.

"I found a better way," Rehval said with a smile. "Instead of drawing upon the life energy on Nagaoka's surface, I can tap into the energy of the planet underfoot. The hard part is converting that energy into a form that living beings can use. But I'll show you. I'll show you everything..."

"Could you, uh, let go of me?" she asked, fighting the urge to panic. She wasn't sure how he would react if she struggled, but she was reluctant to find out.

"Is that what you want?" Rehval asked. "I have so much power, Treekul. Far more than any Super Saiyan. I'm offering to share that power with you. You can feel it, can't you? Through my hands, the caverns, my followers? I very much want you to understand that power. It means a great deal to me."

"Hey, I can tell you're powerful," Treekul said, choosing her words very carefully. "But I won't fully appreciate it all until you teach me what you know, and you can't exactly do that while your hands are full, can you?"

He began to laugh, gently, the way someone would during a conversation over a meal. She was beginning to think he saw her as a friend.

"You're right, of course," he said as he finally released her. "Let's get back to the matter at hand. Alchemy is a path to power, Treekul. The Jindan ritual will show you how I can manipulate incredible energies."

"Okay, but that's not really sharing power with me," Treekul said. "Even if I learn how to do this thing, I can only make Saiyans stronger and bind them to your cult, right? That's just me doing your work for you, and you've already got me under your thumb."

"You know, that's an interesting point," Rehval said. "I hadn't thought of it that way. You see, this is exactly why teaching is so rewarding. It gives the teacher a fresh perspective." He stepped away from Treekul and began to pace around the lab, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at the floor as he mulled it over.

"All right," he finally said, turning to look at Treekul again. "We'll do it like this. Tell me what you want. What do you desire most? Then let me show you how you can use alchemy to achieve it."

"How about a haircut?" Treekul said. This was a lie. What she wanted most was to leave Nagaoka and never return, but she doubted the wisdom of saying so out loud.

Rehval looked disappointed. "A haircut. You know, I'm starting to think you lack imagination."

"You didn't ask me to think big, you asked me what I wanted," Treekul said. "And right now, that's my answer."

"It would me much more interesting to show you how to make hair grow," Rehval replied. "Abiogenesis is a fascinating topic."

"Maybe so, but that would be the opposite of what I want, so it would be a waste of time," Treekul said. "You talk about power like all that matters is having more of it. What good is owning a mansion if the shower doesn't work?"

"Fine, you've made your point," Rehval said. "I'll need to prepare your materials for the lesson. Why don't you rest for now, and I'll send for you when I'm ready. Hm, yes, this might be interesting after all...."

With that, he began to busy himself with the reagents and glassware on the benches, and muttering to himself as he rummaged through the cabinets. Treekul hesitated for a moment, half-worried that he might grab her again if she moved, but eventually she decided that he had dismissed her, and that this might be her best chance to get away from him for a while.

She felt a strange elation as she wandered the halls of the compound. As shocked and afraid as she had been when he suddenly grabbed her like that, now that it was over, she felt like she had come away with a bit more leverage. He seemed almost desperate in some way, like he needed her approval, or something else from her that he couldn't simply take by force. As long as that was true, then she still had a chance.

And he was going to teach her something she could actually use, which was an unexpected bonus. Trimming her hair was a low priority in this situation, but he had been the one to confiscate her electric trimmer in the first place, so the fact that he might let her cut her own hair again seemed like a step in the right direction. If she couldn't escape the planet herself, and if she couldn't trick the cultists into helping her, then maybe Rehval himself might provide her with a way out.

The only problem with that, she reasoned, was that she would have to spend even more time with him for her lessons. And yet, this session had turned out to be almost exciting. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...

NEXT: Morale

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Language and Media: Ways on How to evaluate Language use in the Media by: Van Naputo

Media is a term which covers all the means of communication which have functions such as informing, raising awareness, education, socialization, entertainment and agenda setting, including all kinds of oral, written and visual images. (“What is Media”, n.d.) Upon the dawn of technology, many types of Media came into existence; media people tried to made use of technology to still give the people the pieces of information they want to have and as time passed, people came up with different modes to provide news to the public. Based on the type of medium, their role may be different, but they all exist to communicate to the audience and affect their perceptions. Today, people do not have to travel oceans or wait for a pigeon to get the latest news, they just have to look for the different forms and types of media to find what they are looking for. (Gooseberry, n.d.) However, the media must know who their audiences are, and they must know what proper language approach to use for them to serve the best to the people.

Moreover, people must also know how to critically evaluate the media content and information since not all contents served in those different types of Media are valid.

Definition of Terms

Media linguistics is composed of two words which are “media” and “linguistics” which means it investigates the relationship between language use and public discourse conveyed through the media. (Wyss, 2019) In other words, Luginbühl (2015) stated in Media Linguistics: On Mediality and Culturality, “Media linguistics studies how language is used in the media”

Language Register

In linguistics it is defined as the way a speaker uses language differently in different circumstances. Think about the words you choose, your tone of voice, even your body language. You probably behave very differently chatting with a friend than you would at a formal dinner party or during a job interview. These variations in formality, also called stylistic variation, are known as registers in linguistics. They are determined by such factors as social occasion, context, purpose, and audience. (Nordquist, 2019) Language register is the level of formality with which you speak. Different situations and people call for different registers. (Eaton, 2018) According to Montano (n.d.), there are five language registers or styles: Frozen, Formal, Consultative, Casual and Intimate

Stylistics

Stylistics is a branch of applied linguistics concerned with the study of style in texts, especially, but not exclusively, in literary works. Also called literary linguistics, stylistics focuses on the figures, tropes, and other rhetorical devices used to provide variety and a distinctness to someone's writing. It is linguistic analysis plus literary criticism. (Nordquist, 2019) In addition, Stylistics is the study of the devices in languages (such as rhetorical figures and syntactical patterns) that are considered to produce expressive or literary style. (Britannica, 2016)

Grammar

The grammar of a language includes basic axioms such as verb tenses, articles and adjectives (and their proper order), how questions are phrased, and much more. Language cannot function without grammar. It would simply make no sense—people require grammar to communicate effectively.

Speakers and listeners, authors and their audiences must function in like systems in order to understand one another. In other words, a language without grammar is like a pile of bricks without mortar to hold them together. While the basic components are present, they are, for all intents and purposes, useless. (Nordquist, 2020)

Semiotics

Semiotics is the study of sign systems. It explores how words and other signs make meaning. In semiotics, a sign is anything that stands in for something other than itself. This lesson focuses primarily on linguistic signs.

The word 'semiotics' dates back to ancient Greece, but its use in modern linguistics was propelled in the 19th century with the research of Ferdinand de Saussure. Saussure was a Swiss linguist who contributed greatly to the study of semiotics, also sometimes referred to as semiology. (Taylor, n.d.)

Pragmatics

Pragmatics deals with utterances, by which we will mean specific events, the intentional acts of speakers at times and places, typically involving language. Logic and semantics traditionally deal with properties of types of expressions, and not with properties that differ from token to token, or use to use, or, as we shall say, from utterance to utterance, and vary with the particular properties that differentiate them. Pragmatics is sometimes characterized as dealing with the effects of context. This is equivalent to saying it deals with utterances, if one collectively refers to all the facts that can vary from utterance to utterance as ‘context.’ One must be careful, however, for the term is often used with more limited meanings. (Pragmatics, 2006)

PRINT MEDIA

Print media refers to paper publications circulated in the form of physical editions of books, magazines, journals and newsletters. (What is the meaning of Print Media?, n.d.)

In addition, Millenger, (2018) said that, print media is the printed version of telling the news, primarily through newspapers and magazines. Before the invention and widespread use of printing presses, printed materials had to be written by hand. It was a painstaking process that made mass distribution impossible.

The following are the ways on how to evaluate Print Media in terms of:

Usually, print media uses Formal Register because it is a one-way process that does not demand any quick response from the audience.

Stylistics

Print Media uses formal type of writing. Also, it gives the readers the taste of excitement for the readers to be carried unto the important part of the topic or the article. The information of the author is detailed for an easy access if the author committed some mistakes or problems in his/her published content. The articles, statements, news or etc. that are in Print Media usually have evidences that supports every claim.

Grammar

Print Media uses correct grammar: it uses formal register and formal type of writing; hence, it must contain correct grammar and of course with correct spelling. If authors will use incorrect spelling and grammar, it might affect the credibility of the news.

Semiotics

For a powerful media design, print media must use effective font styles and font sizes to capture the attention of the readers: bold and formal font style must be used. For an eye-grabber, print media must use graphics that could highlight certain parts: it should not create disastrous graphics and should relate to the topic presented.

Pragmatics

Readers are more focused on the headline before reading the entire article or news; headline is already speaking to the audience. They imply either literal meaning or sarcasm. Hence, headline sets the mood of the reader towards the media; it must create an effect to the audiences’ minds. Putting metaphorical statements, questions, quotes, full-of-feeling words will help the media have a powerful effect to the readers.

VISUAL MEDIA

Visual Media is a colloquial expression used to designate things like TV, movies, photography, painting and so on. (What are the types of effective Visual Media?, 2020) Visual media are sources of information in the form of visual representations. These can be abstractions, analogues, rough illustrations, or digital reproductions of the objects. There should be an interpretation of data, and sources may be hosted on the internet, printed in publications, displayed through broadcast media, or otherwise disseminated. (What is Visual Media and Information?, n.d.)

The following are the ways on how to evaluate Visual Media content in terms of:

This type of media uses different kinds of register basing on the content. In news, it uses formal type of language register. On the other hand, movies use different types of language registers: consultative, to casual, to intimate depending on the content and the characters.

Stylistics

Visual Media is using different styles and that this type of media is exciting because it uses comparison between things: light versus dark, good versus evil, life and death, especially in movies. Though this media is using various styles, it will not be detached from its way of interpreting things and its meaning. As Weber (n.d.) said, “Images have an effect on communication. They initiate and control communication. And they change communication.”

Grammar

Visual Media uses a non-standard grammar. This type of media uses informal grammar: slang words, contractions, and new words that are not seen in the dictionary especially in movies depending on the theme or setting of the movie. Moreover, images have their own language and that sometimes they use informal grammar and sometimes, unidentified --- abstract images or paintings.

Semiotics

In movies, signs that are shown are not that emphasized because the focus of the audience are the main characters in the movie. However, these signs: road sign, signage in malls, traffic signs and etc. are there to imply that it should be followed. Moreover, in images: photographs or paintings, there are certain signs that connotes meaning to the public audience. This type of media is more on symbolization to interpret certain things. For example, in colors, black is a representation of mourn or sad, white for purity and peace, red for love and blue for loyalty and wisdom. However, these interpretations vary depending on your sense of geography – culture. These signs are shown in this type of media because they let the image, colors, shapes and etc. speak for itself.

Pragmatics

Images such as photographs and paintings cannot utter words because its way of communicating to the audience is by speaking through every single detail of the photograph or the painting. On the other hand, movies’ way of conveying its message is by the use of body language, gestures and how characters use stress and intonation in throwing their lines; how will they convey the message without literally implying the point.

ELECTRONIC BROADCAST MEDIA

Historically, broadcast media has been a public service, as with public radio which is funded by the government. This includes the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) in Canada and National Public Radio (NPR) in the United States. Broadcast media can also be private and includes advertising. Global TV and CTV are examples of commercial television. The term 'broadcast media' covers a wide range of different communication methods that include television, radio, podcasts, blogs, advertising, websites, online streaming and digital journalism. Broadcast media provides valuable information that can inform and educate and includes public service announcements, daily news, weather forecasts, interviews, and documentaries. Broadcast media is also recreational and includes reality television, situation and sketch comedies, movies, sports and advertising. (What is Broadcast Media?, n.d.) Broadcast media describes the traditional forms of media that include television and radio. Technically, the term ‘broadcast media’ can include the internet as well… (Broadcast Media Definition, 2004)

The following are the ways on how to evaluate Electronic Broadcast Media content in terms of:

Electronic Broadcast Media is using formal register: not a full-blown formal register since they are not expecting feedbacks from the audience, but less formal. Sometimes, they use consultative register in asking people or experts about a certain matter.

Stylistics

Electronic Broadcasting Media uses electromechanical or electronic devices to access the content given. Moreover, they are not practicing excessive foul words and language because they are more of a family-friendly media form. Main resources of electronic media are CD-ROM, online content, slide presentations, audio recordings, video recordings and multimedia presentations. Emotional appeal and repetition are highly observed.

Grammar

This type of media often uses correct grammar in relaying news to the audience and sometimes, their choice of words used are those surface words not the highfalutin words for the better understanding of the audience listening, watching or reading the content.

Semiotics

Electronic Broadcast Media is mainly using TV and Radio. Televisions uses two types of media: Visual (moving images, videos, clips, images) and Audio Media (sound: voice, music and etc.) On the other hand, Radio uses Audio Media, but in present times, Radio is accessing Social Media and broadcasting their news at a live setting. However, traditionally, Radio is mainly using Audio Media. This type of media --- Electronic Broadcast Media --- is presenting their news content in a hierarchical manner: from the very important (politics, economy, and the most trending topic/s) and to the least important (entertainment, sports and etc.)

Pragmatics

TV newscasters or anchors uses scripts in relaying news to the public, but some of what they are uttering in the news are in their own opinion. Some of them are speaking sarcastically to make it not so direct to point as to who or what the anchor is referring to. However, in radio, some anchormen are not sticking to the scripts given to them; they prefer speaking on whatever they want to speak: some might be biased, and some might be abstain. Sometimes, anchormen are uttering things in manners depending as to who is he/she talking to.

OUTDOOR MEDIA

It typically consists of any advertising seen outside of the home, and is primarily grouped into a few specific categories: Billboards, posters and transit etc.

The following are the ways on how to evaluate Outdoor Media in terms of:

Outdoor Media sometimes uses consultative type of register. Overtime, they use casual register for them to be able grab their client or their audience for a better advertising. They use this type of register to somehow create a chill and friendly environment.

Stylistics

This type of media is mostly using figurative languages: personification, hyperbole and metaphor as it grabs the attention of the audience. Also, they make use of interrogative sentences to make the audience think about what the billboard or poster suggests.

Grammar

Billboards and posters is using limited words for it to be catchy to the audience. Hence, this type of media mostly uses informal grammar: using of contractions, slang words and they even use new morphemes --- those that are not seen in the dictionary. They have to use these informalities of the grammar because they address all types of audience; may it be from high class audience or from the lay audience.

Semiotics

In this type of media, they use signs to give out meaning; the sign could mean its literal meaning, sometimes they use it as symbolism. Moreover, outdoor media mostly uses visuals to give an impact to what they are advertising and to give additional effect to what they want to convey.

Pragmatics

Outdoor media is using limited use of words for it to be catchy and easy to read. With that, they use different styles in conveying what they really want to convey and some of their sentence structures are different. They also use some lay terms such as new-word expressions that could attract to the audience. Also, outdoor media uses images and words with big letters for it to be readable especially in billboards.

TRANSIT MEDIA

Transit media refers to advertising placed in, on, or around modes of public transportation: buses, subways, and taxis, as well as at bus, train, and subway stations. Transit media can be a great way to reach a really diverse audience: families traveling to day cares, professionals heading to work, tourists navigating a new town, or even students making their way to a local coffee shop. (Hendricks, n.d.)

Transit media advertising is a mass media marketing tool which mainly use public transport to display an advertisement such as displays on buses, autos, cabs, trains, or any transportation mode that consumers use to travel during the course of a day. The idea of transit advertising is not only promoting a product or service outside the vehicle but also consist of displays placed inside the vehicles. Transit is an important medium for reaching an audience of all ages and backgrounds. In the last few years Transit media advertising has become more popular than ever. (Transit Media Advertising, 2020)

The following are the ways on how to evaluate Transit Media in terms of:

Transit media can use different kinds of language register, it can be formal, casual, consultative or static, depending on their target audience.

Stylistics

This type of media uses limited choice of words. Sometimes they could use either formal or informal style of writing given that is should be limited depending on what they want to convey.

Grammar

Transit Media uses informal grammar, and at times, they break some rules of grammar to make it very catchy to the audience. Since they have limited use space, they usually use contractions, slang words more often, and using new words -- expressions to exact -- for it to be easy to read; they use limited words such as 3 – 5 words.

Semiotics

This type of media would not try to overdo things since they are just posted mostly in vehicles. Hence, they do not use symbolism for the audience to not consume that much time thinking of what the content means.

Pragmatics

Transit media tend to just present what is literal than letting the audience think. However, this matter is depending on their target audience and what are they advertising.

DIGITAL MEDIA

Digital media is any form of media that uses electronic devices for distribution. This form of media can be created, viewed, modified and distributed via electronic devices. Digital media is commonly used software, video games, videos, websites, social media, and online advertising. Even though digital media is part of our everyday culture, business owners still find themselves uncomfortable with replacing their paper advertising with digital marketing services.

However, with the constant shifts in technology, one cannot deny the influence that digital media has over our way of life. It changes the way we educate, entertain, publish and interact with one another on a daily basis. And, as a result of this influence, digital media pushes the business world out of the industrial age and into the information age. We’re no longer writing things with pens on paper, but instead communicating through digital devices. (Preston, n.d.)

The following are the ways on how to evaluate Digital Media in terms of:

Digital Media uses more of informal register: casual and consultative, than formal register. However, this is just depending on the content and target audience. Social Media like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and etc. uses casual register and consultative, at times, even intimate register. They just use formal register when their content is for academic and professional purpose.

Stylistics

This type of media mostly uses new style of writing. For instance, in Facebook or Twitter, they tend to use more punctuation marks: commas, periods, exclamation points and question marks, to emphasize their feelings and what they want to mean; mostly, they put more emotions in posting feeds. Moreover, styles of writing in digital media would depend on the content they want to portray.

Grammar

In digital media, usage of correct grammar is not that required because most digital media users are lay people especially in Social Media. However, this will just depend on the purpose of the author or might depend on how will a person relay his/her message to the public. Digital media might use correct or incorrect grammar, but its purpose will not change but could somehow affect the perspective of the reader.

Semiotics

This type of media uses a lot of details to capture the audiences’ attention. They use graphics that are pleasing to the eye and use icons that symbolizes something in the content. Visuals are usually used in digital media to better explain the statements -- if any -- with the help of images. Moreover, with the use of texts in digital media, certain things like example if a post is encoded in all capital letters, it might mean disappointment, anger or shouting.

Pragmatics

Language use here might not be literally implied; some might use words like “HAHAHA” but does not mean that someone is happy. In this type of media, you cannot tell when someone really means what he/she want to mean, especially in text messages, posts or chats. People might mean literal; some might mean something. Hence, you should be careful in understanding and be aware in pragmatic functions to be able to communicate well.

CONCLUSION

As time passed, people came up with different modes to provide news to the public; people use different types of media to find out news, learn new things, communicate, and entertain themselves. Based on the type of medium, their role may be different, but they all exist to communicate to the audience and affect their perceptions. With the advance in technology, people can choose the type of media they want to use, no matter the time or place. Moreover, they can hear the radio while driving to work, can watch their favorite show on their phones, and they can find out any information and news on their laptops or mobile devices. Media and language can really prosper by the use of internet and by the use of technology. We just have to use those properly and religiously for it to prosper and serve its purpose. Today, people do not have to travel oceans or wait for a pigeon to get information, they just have to look for the different forms and types of media to find what they are looking for.

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Fandom: Marvel, Avengers Characters: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, James Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Bruce Barton, Steve Rogers Chapters: 21/?, Words: 114.338

Summary: Tony meets his soulmate under the worst possible circumstances. It is not just a kidnapping gone wrong. It turns out Steve and his gang picked him on purpose and they want some personal revenge. If only he had managed to say the words written on his soulmate’s arm before they threw him back out into the streets.

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Steve is restless. His arm is burning, but it does that often enough that he barely pays it any mind but just scratches it absentmindedly while he is staring at his laptop. Tony is scheduled to hold another press conference today, so he guesses it is just nerves being transmitted through the bond.

To stand in front of a group of reporters who are being paid for writing stories that get the readers’ attention more than they have to be true has to be hard considering the emotional strain Tony is already under. It does not matter that he has been doing these things since he was young. Steve wonders how Tony stays calm and even charming in the face of strangers prying into his private affairs.

Time is dragging by relentlessly while Steve tries to work, unable to focus. His mind keeps spinning back towards Tony. Not even that is very unusual though. Ever since their meeting it has been even more difficult to stay rational about this entire matter. That had, for the first time, allowed him to see Tony as just another person. Not his target, not a victim, not his soulmate.

That might have been the point where Steve moved from pursuing a bond to wanting to know Tony better, just because. Since then he has been only more on edge, of course, because he can abide with Tony being danger even less than just his soulmate.

Which is why he needs to keep working on finding Stane. It should not be so hard to get him behind bars, no matter how much money he has and what kind of unsavoury contacts he has made over decades of making illegal deals with smugglers and terrorists.

Steve is distracted, though, unable to focus on his laptop. His hand keeps reaching for his arm, covering the words written there, words that hold more pain now than they ever should. He wonders whether he will ever get used to the burning urgency transmitted through the bond. Worse still, whether he can live with the absence of it should they go their separate ways.

It takes Bruce arriving out of breath and panicked in the office to make Steve realise that the bond is not just transmitting Tony’s stress but that something more sinister happened.

“Something is wrong,” Bruce says, barely a foot into the room. His eyes are wild, looking like he did when they first met him after weeks of chasing him. Contrary to back then, though, he is not filled with that quiet determination to not let them get to him. Instead, he seems unsteady, as if he is barely able to stay on his feet.

Tony, Steve thinks and gets up abruptly, his work forgotten. He is ready to start running immediately, even though he has no idea where. There can only be one reason for Bruce’s panic and Steve cannot bear to lose Tony while he sat around their base, ignoring Tony’s distress because it was just more of the same of what passed between them for weeks.

“What happened?” Steve asks, his voice barely more than a croak.

He feels more than sees Bucky coming up at his side. His presence should be reassuring. It has always been the two of them against the rest of the world. Now, though, Steve is not sure anything can calm him.

“I don’t know,” Bruce spats with little heat behind it. He is still staring wide-eyed ahead, seemingly lost for words.

“Did Tony call you?” Steve tries again with more urgency. He has to push down the urge to step forward and shake Bruce until he gets answers.

“No,” Bruce replies and meets Steve’s eyes. “I feel it.”

The words make no sense, but for the first time, Steve notices the way Bruce stands. Shoulders slumped, one arm curled around his body like he is in pain, like he needs to protect something sitting deep inside him.

“What do you mean you feel it?” Bucky asks, taking over when Steve does not know how to continue.

There is a small chance that Bruce is simply worried and snapped. Steve feels like he is only a few fruitless searches away from that himself. This entire business has been dragging on for too long. They have come close to their breaking point too often, doubting themselves and each other.

Steve knows that is not it, but he has not much else to cling to.

“Thor is in pain,” Bruce says in a tone that leaves no doubt he is telling the truth. “And he’s not picking up his phone.”

“How could you feel that?” Bucky demands, even while Steve is already spiralling.

The answer is obvious, even before Bruce opens his mouth. That does not mean it makes sense, but Steve does have time to ponder this new situation. If Thor is in danger, Tony is too. They should not be standing here, discussing technicalities.

“Thor’s my soulmate,” Bruce says shortly, leaving no room for questions. “We need to find him. And Tony.”

Bucky is growing restless next to Steve. Urgency lies in the air, but also tension at this new proof for a lack of trust between all of them. They do not have time for that. Thor is in pain and Tony is distressed more than usual. Now that it has been pointed out to Steve, he realises that the burning of the bond is not normal. It is not unwillingness or worry or exhaustion.

“I need to –” Steve says and trails off, getting his phone out of his pocket. Later, he might feel more about Bruce keeping that information from them. For now, the only thing that matters is reaching Tony, hearing his voice, finding out that he is not hurt.

Steve does not believe he will be so lucky, even though he feels like his sanity is depending on it, on Tony’s well-being.

He is turning away, not waiting for a reaction. In his back, he hears Bucky clear his throat. “I’ll get the others. Try calling Thor again.”

Retreating steps sound, but Steve does not look up. His hand is trembling slightly as he scrolls through his phone’s contacts, finding Tony’s number. He does not hesitate to press call, unable to breathe.

It goes straight to voicemail.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. Steve is unable to move, unable to make sense of Tony’s voice telling him to leave a message. If he did, perhaps Tony would call back, griping about how Steve should only call when there is something important to discuss. Far more likely is that Tony will not be able to call back at all.

As if someone has poured a bucket of ice water over his head, Steve comes back to life. His lungs burn as he takes a shuddering breath and his fingers are cold, but they are not trembling anymore.

He calls again, despite being sure it will not get him any other result. Hearing Tony’s voice again gives him some much-needed energy, though. He does not leave a message this time either.

When he looks up, Bruce is frowning, his phone pressed against his ear. He is still pale but some of the tension has bled out of his shoulders. He is talking, Steve realises. That could mean everything is all right. If Thor is able to take Bruce’s phone call, whatever danger he has been in must be over.

It has Steve turning back to his own phone, finger hovering over the screen to call Tony again. The arrival of the rest of the team keeps him from it.

Their expressions are grim, and the way Clint glares at Bruce tells him that Bucky must have told them about Thor being Bruce’s soulmate. Steve hopes Clint is not going to start another argument. They do not have time for moral discussions about what information they should and should not disclose to their friends.

He steps up to them and, upon Bucky’s asking glance, says, “Voicemail.” He does not have the strength to add anything else.

It is enough, either way. Determination settles over all of them, almost a palpable thing. The doubt of the past weeks falls off Steve. They might have argued with each other, but they are still a team when it counts.

As one, they wait for Bruce to end the call, to tell them what is happening, what they need to do next. The seconds drag on.

They listen to Bruce tell Thor how to get to their base. It should rankle Steve that Bruce just gives up their location, but all he really registers is the way Bruce’s fingers dig into his arm where his words must be, white-knuckled and with the kind of desperation none of them are used to seeing from Bruce.

When the phone call ends, everybody is silent for one blissful moment. Steve wants to know what happened. He needs to. At the same time, he is glad for the short reprieve. For these few seconds, his world is still bearable. He does not yet know what has caused Bruce’s panic. Thor and Tony are still all right.

Then Bruce opens his mouth and Steve’s world comes crashing down around him. “They took him.”

Ice spreads through Steve, circling around his throat until he is unable to breathe. Somehow, he manages to keep his head up. “Who?” He knows exactly who they are talking about because while Bruce’s face is still pinched, there is an undeniable note of relief in his tone. Thor must be all right then and not in immediate danger.

“Thor and Tony were cornered after the press conference,” Bruce explains in a clipped tone. The grip around his arm has not lessened. “Somebody shot at them. Too many people to take out. They took Tony with them.”

The worry that has been simmering inside Steve turns abruptly into rage. Thor was supposed to keep Tony safe. He followed Tony’s wishes and stopped having Natasha shadow him because he was convinced Thor would do a good enough job. And now Tony is gone and the way Steve’s arm burns could mean a dozen of different horrible things.

Concentrating on his anger is not enough to mask the nausea almost putting him on his knees right there. Tony is alive. That is what he clings to. Otherwise, the bond would surely be silent instead of being filled with agony. Tony has to be alive. That means they can yet get him out of there.

Distantly, he is aware that Natasha has taken over his job, asking Bruce about all the details he knows for them to plan their next step. It is tempting to let her do this, to withdraw into his mind and wait until someone puts a gun in his hand and points at where to shoot. Steve would certainly go crazy that way, though, so he takes a shaky breath and forces his eyes to focus on what is in front of him instead of on what might await him at the end of this day.

“Gear up,” he orders, his voice hoarse. Clint had been in the middle of saying something, but he falls silent immediately, for once willing to do exactly as he is told. “I want us to be ready to go the moment Thor gets here.”

“We don’t know where to go yet,” Bucky cautions. It is not a refusal but a reminder. Steve shrugs it off.

“We will.” Steve is not at all sure about that. What he does know is that they cannot afford to lose any time. All their careful searching over the past days has been futile. They are not any closer to finding Stane, but they are out of other options now.

Tony is gone and they need to find him. That is the only thing that matters.

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When Thor arrives, his shirt is stained red and his face is that of a grieving man, gaunt and pale, but full of determination too.

Steve stares at the red and is convinced the blood is Tony’s, no matter that Thor moves like he is hurt and Bruce jumps forward with his medical bag at the ready.

“Is the bullet still inside you?” Bruce asks, his tone carefully neutral as if he has to work hard to keep the panic at bay.

He does not sound surprised to see the blood either, which means Thor must have told him over the phone and Bruce just kept it from them. Perhaps he thought they would not care, that Steve would not care as long as Tony is still gone.

And, to his utter shame, Steve briefly thinks that Thor deservers to have been shot.

He watches as Bruce has Thor sitting down on the kitchen table, laying out supplies. Blood has seeped into the shirt, covering most of Thor’s right side. It sticks to his skin when Bruce pulls it away. Beneath that, the wound looks almost innocent. A small hole, smeared with blood but otherwise unremarkable.

It becomes too much. This is hardly the first bullet wound Steve has seen and far from the worst. Thor is still walking and talking. He is alive. But the sight of the blood serves as a painful reminder that Tony might not be so lucky. The bond is still firing rapidly, drowning Steve in a cacophony of panic and pain. Tony is still alive, but they all know what Stane wants. After two failed attempts, he is not going to draw this matter out more than necessary.

Steve is moving forward before he knows what he is doing. “What did you do?” he snaps, distantly registering that whoever has been talking before him, falls abruptly silent. He has not been following the conversation, too caught up in his own racing thoughts. “You were supposed to protect Tony.”

He ignores Bruce’s warning glance and the way Natasha stands a little straighter as he keeps stalking towards Thor. All the anger inside of him needs to be pointed at something. Since they do not yet know where Tony was brought, Thor is the next best target.

Considering the grief clinging to Thor’s shoulders, he does not expect Thor to put up a fight. It is obvious he is in the wrong anyway, having failed miserably at the job he was given.

“Are you actually yelling at me right now?” Thor counters, not cowing but leaning forward as if he would not mind a fight. “After what you did?”

Steve reels back as if hit. What does Thor know about what happened between him and Tony? How dare he throw that in Steve’s face? He has no right to point fingers. Steve has been trying to make up for allowing Tony to get hurt. They are all regretting what happened. This is not about their history. This is about Tony missing and possibly being hurt all over again right at his moment, and that is not Steve’s fault but Thor’s.

He takes another step, eyes focused only on Thor, when Bruce step into his path. A hand lands on Steve’s chest, holding him back from walking forwards.

“Steve,” Bruce warns, voice full of impatience but also like he is eager to be pushed into snapping. “Back down.”

For all that Steve is certain he could take Bruce in a fight under normal circumstances, Bruce’s expression is murderous, ready to go through anyone who wants to lay a hand on Thor.

They are soulmates, Steve remembers, perhaps only just comprehending it completely. If he feels this unsettled and desperate at the mere thought of Tony being hurt, with their bond fresh and partially rejected, he cannot imagine how much worste it mucht be for Bruce right now. That does not lessen his anger, though.

“He let them take Tony,” Steve growls. He barely recognises his own voice. It is raw and already filled with the kind of grief that leaves him crippled. He is not sure how much of that emotion comes from the bond. His body feels raw, like it is covered by a single wound, stretched and prodded to the point where it does not have a chance to stop bleeding.

“Tony had a plan,” Bruce says too forceful, almost like he had to convince himself to say that. Now that the words are out, though, he stands by them, daring Steve to argue.

Steve remembers distantly that the team was talking about that. About Thor and Tony being pinned down and Tony doing the most reckless manoeuvre he could have thought of. And Thor letting him.

“It was a shitty plan,” Steve all but yells. He stays rooted in place, even when Bruce lets his hand fall.

Bruce looks at him, hard and accusing in a way Steve feels entirely unwarranted in a moment like this.

“But it meant that Thor would get out alive,” Bruce says, much calmer than he looks.

He is probably right. If they were cornered by people who wanted Tony at all cost, they would have gone through Thor no matter how much of a fight he put up. Even so, it is a miracle that Thor is standing here with just a single bullet lodged in his abdomen.

It does not feel like a miracle, though.

“I don’t give a –” Steve starts saying but does not get any farther.

“You never do, Steve, unless it directly relates to you.” Bruce interrupts him with such a furious fierceness that the fight is knocked out of him for a moment.

He meets Bruce’s stare, sees how serious Bruce is. Perhaps there is even some truth to it. Steve has always cared for his family. He has made a life out of standing up for other people, but he does not take any prisoner when it comes to the people he loves.

It would not help anybody if Thor had died protecting Tony. On the contrary, they might not even yet know what happened. Still, Steve feels that immediate, disgusting resentment that Thor had a chance to protect Tony and blew it.

“That’s not what I meant,” Steve says quietly. He is not quite ready to admit he was out of line, but the thought of Tony in danger has him sobering enough to realise this is neither the time nor place to heap the blame on anybody.

“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” Bruce replies with a sigh that belies his words. He looks so very tired for a moment that Steve feels hot shame coursing through him. “Let’s get Tony back.”

Thor holds up his phone, showing a map. He looks at Steve as if the past minutes did not happen, always one to shove his emotions to the side to get the job done. That is something Steve has never quite managed.

“We already have an idea of where to go,” Thor says with a grumbling eagerness to get going. “JARVIS will get back to us once he knows more, but we should get moving.”

Steve does not know who JARVIS is or why he should trust him with Tony’s safety, but Thor sounds like he does. If it means they will find Tony, Steve is willing to give this information the benefit of the doubt. Thor usually does his job well.

Nodding at each other, Thor makes to get to his feet, only to have Bruce whirling around to glare at him.

“You’re not coming,” Bruce snaps. He is rapidly losing patience with them over their antics. Steve’s arguing when they have more important things to deal with. Thor’s stubbornness over wanting to go out with a hole in his abdomen

Thor’s face softens into an expression so tender, Steve can barely bear to look at him. “Of course, I’m coming,” he says. It is not much of an argument if not for the seriousness in his eyes and the way he holds out his hand for Bruce to take.

I hear you, he seems to say, but you know I need to do this.

“You were shot,” Bruce counters, gesturing at the bloody shirt and the way Thor leans slightly to the side to favour the wound.

Not letting go of Bruce, Thor stands up. “And it’s barely bleeding anymore,” he says dismissively. “Steve was right about one thing, I let them take Tony despite being responsible for his safety. I will come with you to get him back.”

Bruce’s shoulders drop, signalling defeat. “Let me bandage you up in the car.”

The way they look at each other is almost too much for Steve to bear. The air is filled with as much tension as relief, with an eagerness to get going, to deal out some payback.

“I love you too,” Thor says, his voice filled with so much raw honesty that Steve fights the urge to cover his ears.

He might never have the chance to tell Tony the same. They might never have the chance to get to that point.

Then they are moving. Steve pushes his thoughts down, knowing he cannot afford to analyse the obvious tenderness between Bruce and Thor, how they move around each other, always certain that, if they reach out, there is someone there to catch them.

He is jealous, certainly, on an instinctual level that just longs to have the same connection to someone. That is a problem for another time, however, because that someone is currently in a lot of danger.

Steve is afraid of what he will find at the end of this road, but he still takes the first step without hesitation. He has many flaws. Being a coward is not one of them.

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darquedeath4444 · 5 years

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The Pain We Share

Chapter TEN

It was just as Sasori had thought, and Nagato had his desk cleared the moment he revealed the reason behind his visit with Sakura by his side. The man had been one of the most vocal with his agreement to give Sakura the time to reveal information willingly, for Sasori's sake, but he could see the relief as they made themselves comfortable.

Sasori relayed everything Sakura had told him, with the pinkette nodding from time to time to confirm his words. Nagato did not write anything down but Sasori had no doubt every word coming from his mouth was properly remembered.

"Sasori, I will schedule you and Deidara for the scouting job tomorrow," Nagato said.

"The one along the north border?" Sasori asked, wondering where this had suddenly come from. Missions were usually assigned days in advance, and it was unusual for anyone to be handed one so abruptly.

Nagato nodded. "I know Kakuzu and Hidan were scheduled for it, but I will relay this change to them. Check out the Snake's hideout again. Take Sakura with you."

Sakura's head snapped up at the same time his leader's words registered in his mind. "What?"

Nagato pulled out a file Sasori recognized to be one of many salvaged from Orochimaru's base. "Take Sakura with you and check through the Northern Hideout again," he said. "She is, after all, the one with the most knowledge on the area."

Sasori glanced over at Sakura, gauging her reaction. The pinkette's face had been free of any expression since she had taken a seat before Nagato's desk, and she continued to show no reaction.

"What are you hoping to gain from this?" Sasori asked curiously.

Nagato closed his eyes and linked his hands in front of his face. "We gained tremendous amounts of data from the raid," he said. "The surprise element clearly allowed us to gain information Orochimaru would have otherwise prioritized the deletion of. We will soon be moving onto the next part of this operation." He then turned away from him and fixed his gaze on Sakura. "You, Sakura, are a major trump card we have. Nothing about you has been disclosed to anyone outside of the Akatsuki. I doubt anyone, let alone Orochimaru, even knows if you are dead or alive. However, there is a major problem with using this advantage we have."

Sasori watched his Soulmate slowly raise her head to meet Nagato's gaze. There was a hesitation he always saw about her, but she did not look away. "You don't trust me," she said.

Nagato smiled faintly. "I want to," he admits. He does not say why, but from the way Sasori receives a quick glance tells him enough; it is, again, for him. "But you have been Orochimaru's for a very long time."

Sakura bit her lip. "That is reasonable," she said slowly. "I don't know what else I can do but to tell you that I will do anything to free us."

Nagato nodded. "Show me," he replied. "Carve us a path towards the Snake's takedown."

Sasori saw the way Sakura tilted her head in his direction, met her gaze with his. Something appeared to click in her mind, for she bit down on her lower lip once more before she met Nagato's gaze. "Okay."

Nagato nodded. "Is that alright, Sasori?"

Sasori had noticed something during the times he spent with Sakura. Whenever she talked about her experience under Orochimaru, as rare and brief as they were, she often said 'us' as opposed to 'me' or 'I'. He had a feeling the chains that kept her bound to Orochimaru were threats than endangered those who had been her companions back when she had still been one of the Snake's pets. He didn't know if 'friend' was an appropriate term, considering the circumstances, but he thought it was close enough.

In fact, perhaps they were more.

He could recall how Itachi had once told him the Soulmate bond tied together the lives of two people in a physical manner, and that acted to enhance the emotional connection upon meeting. Perhaps relationships born in the deepest pits of suffering tied people together in ways others did not understand.

People wanted to be understood, after all. That was why Soulmates was a concept that dictated the lives of some, and how could one who had suffered a life of servitude as a victim of kidnapping and human experimentation hope to find understanding from someone who had lived a completely different life?

Images of the countless numbers of scars that had marred his body at one point or another flashed before his eyes. The scars faded as the wounds on the Soulmate faded, and Sasori now knew why his had vanished much faster compared to the scars his friends shared with their Soulmates. Still, there had to be something in the moments where they had shared the pain, right?

He glanced over at his Soulmate who was looking expectantly at him, and he remembered that Nagato had asked him a question. "Understood," he said.

Sakura was bound to others with a bond forged through years of suffering together. He had hurt with her too, but he knew it wasn't the same. He wondered if what he had with her was enough.

Nagato did not seem to notice his dilemma, and he nodded. "I trust you can relay the plan to Deidara?" He asked. "I am aware the notice is short, but you have the rest of the day to prepare and since we are no longer to lay low you will probably be able to arrive at the destination before the sun completely sets. There is a slight chance Orochimaru's men might be lingering, but I highly doubt it. Regardless, Deidara can fly you all there so there is no risk of Sakura being seen."

Sasori nodded, glad there was something for him to focus on. "Especially with the way we followed up the invasion with such a large scale search," he pointed out. "Even if the operation wasn't made public, people are sure to notice something. The Snake probably won't risk anything that might have him traced."

"Even if you do come across his men, the hideout is so isolated there is no risk in engaging in combat. You and Deidara are capable of taking down anyone you may come across, and I doubt Sakura will have problems protecting herself."

"We'll just have to eliminate any enemies we come across," Sasori said easily.

"You want to keep my survival a secret, and yet you are sending me outside the walls of your base," Sakura said slowly.

"Keeping your fate unknown is largely precaution," Nagato told her. "We have no way to know just how much value your hold within Orochimaru's twisted mind and there is no reason to recklessly attempt to find out. However, risks are also necessary. Our goal is to bring down Orochimaru, and while it is preferred we do it quietly and without fuss, we can only hope for the best and prepare for the worst. We cannot attempt to avoid all problems before they occur, we must eliminate them as we come across them. Problems are a part of the process, after all."

Sakura nodded.

"If there anything we should know of before we commence this mission?" Nagato asked.

Sasori watched the way Sakura rubbed at her wrist. She was nervous.

"You said no one knows of my fate," she said after a moment. "That is probably wrong."

Sasori narrowed his eyes. "Why do you say that?" He asked slowly.

Sakura did not reply for a while. "It doesn't matter, I think," she finally said.

"It will matter if this knowledge sabotages our plans," Nagato said.

"Orochimaru will not find out," Sakura said, and a hand slowly moved up to settle above her heart. "This knowledge will do nothing but bring relief to those who care, and they will not sell me out."

Sasori glanced over at Nagato, who seemed to be deep in thought. If she were trying to deceive them, there was no reason for Sakura to tell them this, and if not, there was no reason for her to lie about it.

"We had a way of keeping track of one another," Sakura explained. "But that contact was lost sometime during the invasion."

"So essentially, no one knows," Sasori concluded.

The edge of Sakura's mouth twitched, almost as though she were about to smile. "I guess so."

"What does that mean for us?" Nagato asked patiently.

"Nothing much, honestly," Sakura admitted. "But, you may find more help within Orochimaru's labs than you may think."

In that moment, Sasori understood one thing. Just like Nagato did not fully trust Sakura yet, Sakura did not trust them with her former companions either, and just like how Nagato was giving Sakura a chance to play a role to build the trust, she was giving them a chance to gain hers.

Apart from the snippets they were given, they would not receive any more information about those she considered important to her unless Sasori could prove that his words from before were true. Still, he wondered, what did vocal promises of protection mean to a girl who had been suffering her entire life?

Sakura dropped her hand from her chest to hang loosely by her side. "We don't want to hurt anyone-"

Sasori knew those words-"-but you will if you must," and he found himself completing the sentence he had heard before.

Sakura turned to him, eyes a little wider than usual, but she nodded firmly. "We will if we must," she agreed.

Sakura did not complain when Sasori told her to wait for him in his room while he hunted down Deidara; he was not in the mood to face baseless taunting from the blond, and he knew that having Sakura with him would simply give his friend more material to work with. He walked her back and sat her down on his bed before he headed out towards his partner's room.

With Sakura's soft footsteps no longer chasing him like a shadow, Sasori found that he could think.

Sakura did not trust him. He knew it was to be expected, that it was a good, reasonable and cautious reaction on her part.

The childish part of him did not care. It thought it was unfair.

The Soulmate bond only connected physical pain; Sasori had no way of knowing if the girl was as emotionally taxed as he was. She did not know of their bond, so she probably wasn't. Or did she feel something, just as he did, even if she didn't know where exactly the feelings originated from?

In fact, why did he feel compelled to take care of the girl? Was it the bond forcefully making him feel the need to protect his Soulmate? Was it the pressure from all his friends, who seemed adamant on him being by her side whenever he had the time?

Regardless, he decided that he did not appreciate being forced to take care of a girl. The Soulmate bond itself was one major headache. He wondered why people thought it was a nice idea. Romantic, he had often heard. It allowed two people to understand each other in ways no one else could ever hope to.

Sasori could do without such understandings just fine. After all, he didn't think there was anything romantic about not knowing if anything he felt for someone was genuine, or was compelled by some unknown force.

He had a feeling most of the opinions came from people who had never met their Soulmates. They must have been written by those who did not understand the pain of being stabbed multiple times a day. He knew his case was special, and Sakura was an extreme example. but the idea of it did not change.

The bond relayed pain because somewhere, one's Soulmate had been hurt. Sometimes, he thought people forgot that.

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bloojayoolie · 5 years

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Beautiful, Cats, and Children: NYX Breathtaking affectionate, friendly playful& SWeet. A perfect, proven family pet a gem! Id 66638, 2 Yrs. 56 lbs., Spayed & Waiting for YOU, at the Manhattan ACC TO BE KILLED – 6/27/2019 She’s simply breathtaking say the volunteers, and if you watch her beautiful video with her volunteer friend, Evelyne Cumps (below), you will see why she is so loved. She is such a good, sweet girl who has found herself at the shelter when her parent became homeless. She has only known the love of a family, and it’s understandable that this delicate girl is somewhat overwhelmed by these sudden, scary changes in her circumstance. NYX loves being with people, and she desperately needs company and comfort, as she negotiates the shelter environment. She is getting that in abundance. When with a family she is friendly and outgoing with people, she loves to give hugs and kisses, and she loves to play. 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Nyx becomes nervous around new people and will need a slow approach. Nyx would be best suited for placement with a new hope partner that can provide the necessary behavior modification. Medically, Nyx seems healthy. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 6/20/2019: Upon intake, Nyx had a loose body and jumped onto me to try and lick me. Nyx remained loose body and she was leashed but then pulled hard to start walking. Nyx began to hard bark at a person who was standing outside the lobby. Nyx pulled hard on the leash as she was walked to the back and walked into her kennel with no problem. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: Nyx is approximately a 2 year old spayed black large mixed breed dog. Nyx lived with previous owner for 2 years. Nyx was surrendered because his owner could no longer care for her. She lived with 2 adults. Nyx is friendly and energetic with strangers. When strangers come to visit, Nyx will jump on them and lick them. Nyx has never interacted with children. Nyx has previously interacted with 12 year old male small mixed breed dog. Nyx is described as being friendly and playful. Nyx has never interacted with cats. However, the client stated that Nyx will chase after cats she sees outside. Nyx is not bothered when her food or bowl is touched while she is eating. Nyx is not bothered when a toy or treat is taken away. Nyx has never bitten another animal or human. She is housetrained and has a very high energy level. Other Notes: Nyx is not bothered by loud noises or fireworks. Nyx does not like when someone makes the noise "shhh." The client stated that Nyx will bark and run towards the person and knock them down. Nyx is not bothered when being bathed. Nyx is not bothered when her coat is brushed. Nyx is not bothered when her nails are trimmed. Nyx will approach strangers and sniff them when she is approaches inside of her yard. Nyx has never had a medical issue and has no known medical concerns. For a New Family to Know: Nyx is a friendly, affectionate, playful, confident and energetic dog. When at home, Nyx will follow you around and likes to be in the same room as you. Nyx was kept mostly indoors and had access to a yard. Nyx will sleep anywhere she feels comfortable. Nyx was fed Purina Pro Plan chicken and rice dry food once a day. Nyx is house trained and used potty outdoors. Nyx is crate trained but the door was never closed. For exercise, Nyx was let out into the yard many times a day. Nyx has been walked on a leash and pulls very hard. Nyx has never been walked off a leash. 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MEDICAL BEHAVIOR - Date of initial:: 6/21/2019 Summary:: tense, flinches during exam, panting ENERGY LEVEL:: Nyx is described as having a very high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct her energy and enthusiasm. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS:: 6/23 During one-one interaction with handler in play yard, Nyx appeared anxious overall. When a second handler attempted to enter the pen, Nyx escalated to hard barking and growling so the second staff member moved away. Nyx was unable to readily recover and then began hard barking at original handler in pen; she appeared to settle within a few moments. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),No cats, Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to the high level of anxiety and fear Nyx displays at the care center, we recommend an adult only home. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to the reactivity Nyx has displayed towards certain people at the care center, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression,Anxiety,On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration,Other Potential challenges comments:: Fearfull/potential for defensive aggression: Nyx is fearful at the care center, at first avoiding contact with new people and taking some time to warm up to them. She has also been reactive to some people that she encounters. Please see handout on l/potential for defensive aggression. Anxiety: Nyx is very anxious at the care center, panting and pacing. Please see handout on Anxiety. Other: Nyx is reported to bark at and run towards a person who says "ssh", knocking them down to the ground. We do not know the cause of this behavior or what else it may be related to. Adopters should be aware of this information and avoid making this noise at first. A positive reinforcement, force-free trainer should be worked with to help with this behavior. On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration: Nyx has displayed reactivity to some people at the care center, lunging forward and hard barking. Please see handout on On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration. MEDICAL NOTES 6/21/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 2 yrs based on O hx. consistent with exam Microchip noted on Intake? scanned positive. 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borkingbarnes · 6 years

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Reaper

Summary: You’re a guider of souls, appearing in critical times or once a person’s time has come. One soul is unlike any other you’ve helped, seemingly tied to another deeply. These are your encounters with one James Buchanan Barnes.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst, death, but kinda peaceful in my opinion?

Characters: Reaper!reader x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

A/N: I have no idea how this happened but I’m just gonna leave this here and go bathe in my own angst. Enjoy.

Throughout the many millennia in which you had served, you had come across many souls. Some souls glowed bright, others lost, some angry, and some contented. It didn’t matter the colour of their skin, their age, status, nor gender in their physical life, your job was to guide them over between the world of the living to the Other Side.

As a person neared their time, you showed up moments before their last breath, as it was their final exhale that allowed the soul to leave its physical containment. In some circumstances you showed up if a person was pushed close to or even to their breaking point, offering reassurance if needed.

Crossing over was often a confusing time for the souls. Accompanying them allowed them to feel less alone, less scared, and possibly even offered some peace.

In all your time serving, one soul sparked your interest most. One by the name of James Buchanan Barnes. He glowed warm, yet fierce. Never had you encountered someone whose near death circumstances to be so violent or bizarre and frequent. Your first of many encounters with him had been a time in which the physical world deemed November of 1943.

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Bucky struggles against his restraints as a short man nears him with a large syringe filled with a pale liquid. He’s weak, having been subjected to weeks of gruelling torture, starvation, and experimentation. His body wants to give out, his energy drained. He’s hanging on by a thread. His breaths become shallow and he flinches as he feels the syringe puncture his neck. Moments later he’s vaguely aware that he has let out a guttural scream as he feels the blood in his veins ignite. It’s hot. Everything is burning. As if there’s lava being poured onto his body as he thrashes wildly. He can’t breathe, his lungs seizing as the burning intensifies. It’s swallowing him and he wishes with every ounce of his being that it would stop. Wishes he was dead so he wouldn’t have to endure the scalding flames any longer.

Then, amidst the burning, he suddenly feels a wave of calm wash over him, then nothing at all as darkness consumes him. When the darkness fades, he’s standing in a room of the Hydra base, though everything seems to be surrounded in a grey hue, shimmering slightly. A woman stands near the doorway, watching him.

“Where am I? Who are you?” He asks her, eyes searching. He suddenly feels a wave of calmness wash over him as his eyes land on her, feeling as if a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in had left his body. It’s replaced with placidity as he feels some of the tension leave his body.

“Those questions are not of importance right now, James” she says, and he briefly wonders how she knows his name. She appears in front of him now, though he did not see her walk towards him, but he can see her eyes now. They seem to hold softness, but as he looks further into them, it’s as if he could see both the present moment and infinity and beyond reflected in them.

“Keep fighting, James. It’s not your time yet” She says, red painted lips curving into a soft smile as she delicately touches her fingertips to his neck, where he syringe had been injected.

He suddenly snaps awake, eyes adjusting to the sunlight filtering through the tiny window beside the table on which he lays now. Closing his eyes again, he sees the image of a beautiful woman. Hair billowing behind her, in a long black dress. She had said something to him and he desperately searched his mind for what it was. He could feel the words lingering in the back of his brain, dissipating slowly, but he just couldn’t get to them. Couldn’t remember what they were no matter how hard he tried.

As his mind wandered back to the woman, her image began fading too, her features now blurry as if he was looking at her from underwater. He couldn’t remember what she looked like now. What colour had her hair been? He had remembered that she was in a black dress, or had it been red? He just. Couldn’t. Remember. It was as if someone had put up a barrier between him and that memory, soaked it in alcohol until it was hazy and distorted.

“Bucky?” A distant voice says, and he briefly wondered if it was her. He blinks his eyes, his vision slowly coming into focus to see a familiar face looking down at him with concern.

“It’s me. It’s Steve”, his friend says, and he remotely registers that his restraints have been pulled free.

“Steve.” He says, and memories of the woman have been forgotten.

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A bullet whizzes past his ear and he could’ve sworn he saw it’s trajectory curve around him. Sworn he saw a slight glimmer, though he knew his eyes should not have even detected seeing a bullet moving as fast as it was.

He looks through the scope of his rifle, calculating its trajectory and locating the enemy. He scrunches his brow as he sees a woman dressed in black behind his target, but when he blinks she’s gone. Quickly pushing the thought aside as he pulls the trigger, his own bullet finds its target as a hydra operative falls out of the tree before he has a chance to shoot at the blond super soldier below him. He attributes the image of the woman to lack of sleep, pushing the thought of her aside.

“Dammit, Steve!” He yells, scrambling up from his position on the ledge as the captain directs an appreciative salute his way, effectively giving away his location.

Maybe she had broken a rule, but she knew his soul was deeply connected with another that needed him.

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He’s falling. The rocks and snow of the steep mountain on top of which the train he had fallen from whizzed past. He’s thrashing, desperately trying to find something to hold onto to make the inevitable fall less impactful. It’s a futile attempt as the free fall feeling in his gut intensifies. He’s too far away from any ledge.

Then everything goes dark.

“James” a voice says, and the darkness begins to fade. He blinks his eyes and they adjust to reveal the image of a woman beside him. She sits to his left, legs tucked as her dress flows out on the ground around her

“Am I dead?” He whispers and she shakes her head softly.

“No. You’ve still some time. I have come to tell you that you will find peace eventually, but I must go now. It’s not your time yet. Stay strong, James,” she says as she puts her hand on his arm gently.

He groans, the brightness reflected upon the ground is blinding. He briefly registers that he’s being dragged along the snow, the cold seeping through his clothes, numbing him.

“Take me with you” he whispers, though he doesn’t know who he’s talking to. Certainly not to the men dragging him. There’s just someone in the back of his mind that he’s trying so hard to remember, but can’t.

He forgets her before his eyes close again.

Maybe it was his best friend whom he was thinking of as another whisper passes through his lips, his mind moving on from the past memory.

“Where are you, Steve?”

——

“Open your eyes, James.” He registers a woman’s voice in the distance. He opens his eyes slowly, seeing her a few feet away as he searches his mind for where he was. Her hair flows with the water and though it’s dark in the depths, a light surrounds her, illuminating her silhouette. He’s underwater. He remembered being in a helicopter, but why was he underwater now? He searched his brain further, wincing as the memories came to light.

He had been in restraints in a glass box of sorts, strapped to a chair and a man had come to see him. A psychiatrist they had said, but he knew the moment the man pulled out the red book that that was not the case. He remembered the effects of whatever Hydra had put into him beginning to take effect as the man recited the words. God, those wretched fucking words.

“I want to rest, I’m so tired of fighting” he says to the woman. He knows her, has seen her before, a wave of familiarity washing over him.

She shakes her head with a small smile, “Your time has not come yet, soldier. You’ve still a lot to do for this world.” She says, reaching out her hand to brush away a strand of hair from his face, her fingers grazing his forehead. He feels a slight warmth where her fingers meet his face despite the cold water that surrounds him.

“You’ve got to get back now, James. It’s not your time” she says, her voice sounding far away now, despite being right in front of him.

He doesn’t have time to protest. Doesn’t even have time to ask her if she’ll come with him before his eyes snap open as he winces. In his mind, the image of the woman was already beginning to fade, almost as if the memory itself had turned to dust and washed away in the water.

He indistinctly hears a man yell “Cap” before a pair of boots came into view. Looking up, he sees his childhood best friend looking down upon him.

“Steve.” He says, though his mind is focused on something else. He’s searching for something. A memory. But he just doesn’t know what it is. It was like having a word on the tip of the tongue, but not being able to visualize it, even though its right there. He doesn’t remember it.

——

A haze has settled around him, one that makes the colours around him turn soft, the scenery around him now almost dream-like. It’s calm, no sounds of any sort. Tranquil, he assumes the word is. His eyes wander around until they settle on a figure a few feet away.

“It’s you” he breathes, eyes meeting the woman’s.

“We meet again, James” she murmurs, a soft smile on her face. He feels the familiarity in her presence, remembering now the past times he had seen her. She wears the same flowing dress, her features soft in the light that surrounds her, and he feels peace wash over him when she looks at him.

“You’re real,” he breathes, though a hint of uncertainty creeps into his tone. She nods as she moves to stand in front of him. She gently reaches up to him, putting a hand on his face, and he closes his eyes momentarily, feeling the warmth of her touch spread through his entire body this time.

“This was your life, James. You put up one hell of a fight” she says as he opens his eyes, and suddenly he sees his mother in front of him from his earliest memory. She’s smiling down at him as she holds him in her arms.

It’s as if he’s watching a movie, but instead of a film, he watches as his own life unfolds before him, memories and emotions passing rapidly. He’s almost afraid he’ll miss something if he blinks, but each recollection seems to almost pass through him in sequential order as he watches, and he knows he won’t miss a moment. In an instant he sees Steve, the scrawny boy in an alleyway, and the next as he’s leaving for the war. He remembers each moment, seeing them unfold in front of him as they speed up and whizz by until his very last minutes.

He’s on the battlefield in Wakanda, gun in hand. Everyone has stopped fighting, a silence hanging in the air. It’s deafening. Steve is a few feet away, eyes trained to something in the distance. He’s about to walk over to the super soldier but he feels a little odd, almost as if he’s floating.

“Steve…?” He watches himself say as Steve turns to him. He catches one final glimpse of his oldest friend before everything goes hazy for a moment. The space where Steve stood is bare now, the woman appearing where his best friend had stood. Wordlessly, she extends her hand towards him and he walks to her, grasping her outstretched hand.

“You deserve some rest, James. It’s your time.”

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Ayurvedician - Ayurvedic Physician

Ayurvedic Medical professional, ayurveda doctor, ayurvedic doctor or physician of ayurveda -all are very same. These are the terms made use of to define a doctor, physician or healthcare company that excels in the system of Ayurveda.

Ayurveda is an ancient recovery science rooting in India. Its background goes as much back as 5000 years. The scientific research makes use of great deals of herbs, minerals, treatments, fruits and vegetables to treat different wellness conditions. Sadly, in India, the majority of Ayurvedic Physicians practice allopathy, which in lots of states of the country, is illegal. The people who come for Ayurveda Medical Tourism must be very cautious while picking Ayurveda Doctor for Ayurvedic Working as a consultant to detect and treat their health ailments. Study Ashtangahridayam

Ayurveda, however in India, is not regularized as well as regulated by Wellness Ministry. That is why, you may come across lots of quacks exercising unjustified solutions and treatments under the name of Ayurveda. Globally, Ayurveda has actually been tarnished as merely a hefty metal items' scientific research, which is definitely not the reality. Ayurveda is a popular clinically proven science that deals with the source of the condition and also not simply treating the signs and symptoms.

When you meet any kind of Ayurvedician, checkout the accreditation and also request the degree-registration number. An ayurvedic physician needs to be registered with a neighborhood as well as nationwide board of Ayurveda (The Division of AYUSH, Government of India). A common ayurvedician can inspecting the pulse (naadi-in ayurveda) as well as need to have the ability to assess the doshas associated with condition. When the source is identified, an Ayurvedician ought to have the knowledge of calming the illness (doshas) without triggering any type of injury to various other bodily systems. Using natural herbs, therapies as well as different components in Ayurveda is extremely important as it is based upon the problem as well as degree of illness as well as unhealthy.

Unlike contemporary medicines and also treatments, Ayurveda does not have an usual treatment for the same condition took place in 2 different people. Ayurvedician needs to have the ability to identify various symptoms and signs and also have to think of individual's prakriti (all-natural attributes) relying on which, the therapy, diet plan and various other programs can be decided.

Ayurvedic Herbal Medicines: A Climbing Demand of the Products

Ayurvedic herbal medicines get on high needs nowadays; it is enhancing extremely rapidly around the globe. Rising need of these medications has activated a massive financial investment this area of medical science.

Clinical scientific research has been extremely fundamental component of well-informed human society. Everybody drops ill as well as requires medical assistance to return to typical life. There have been several types of medical types and treatments from very old ages. Ayurvedic is just one of such old types of clinical scientific researches which began with the Indian subcontinent and made great payments to the human and also animal wellness. It is based upon mountain herbs mainly from Himaliyan varieties; these herbs include Ashwagandha, Karela, Brahmi, Amalki, Lasuna, Neem, Tulasi, as well as a lot more. Indian individuals are working around the world in a massive number; ayurvedic natural medications being the essential component of their life has became a crucial aspect to raise the impacts of this kind of clinical science.

There are lots of great reasons for the raising demand of these types of medicines; few of them are mentioned here. These medicines are straight drawn out from herbs and dealt with normally, therefore have a really minimal side effect that is one of the most preferable factor for an individual. A significant quantity is being invested to standardize the processes as well as indicate them under modern electronic systems; thus developing the self-confidence of consumer in this type medicine.

Several Colleges and also clinical institutes are being established to teach this kind of clinical science. A large number of allopathic pharmaceutical are investing as well as manufacturing these medicines. Recurring R&D is taking place in various components of the globe to enhance as well as standardize this kind of clinical science. Advertising and marketing approaches are being created to promote ayurvedic natural medicines; it is being done locally and globally through tradition media in addition to online marketing. Medical regulatory authorities are providing the certificates to this kind of medication and additionally placing under specified standard wellness concepts as well as policies. Logistics and also on the internet buying of this medication has actually increased the need all over the globe. There are numerous on-line medicine marketing shops and also ayurvedic consultancies readily available which are increasing the demand of the very same. These medications are likewise being just as made use of for animals and also animals to enhance their health and wellness and also performance; specifically in the domain name of dairy industry.

Discover Ayurvedic Physician For Ayurveda Therapy - Some Tips

Locating Ayurvedic physician or doctor for Ayurvedic therapy is not a quite huge sum! You can just search the term 'search Ayurveda physician' as well as you get list of health care providers who practice Ayurveda. You can find an Ayurveda doctor to assist treating the persistent conditions that have actually not responded to other systems of medication.

Ayurvedician (add this to your dictionary! A brand-new terms now in use for Ayurvedic doctor) is one who detects negative health condition in an Ayurvedic way. Ayurveda, the life sciences of recovery health disorders, is possibly the oldest medical science rooting its history as back as 5000 years! Today, Ayurveda is not only exercised in its mommy nation (India) yet is fairly popular worldwide. Particularly, Ayurved Panchakarma (5 body cleansing treatments) has acquired an increasing popularity internationally.

With every pro, there would certainly be a disadvantage and for this reason, there has been a hazard of entering wrong hands when you look for Ayurved therapy casually. As increasingly more people currently go with natural healing treatments or treatments, a look for Ayurvedic medical professional is quite a typical service on the net. When you search Ayurveda medical professional, there is constantly an opportunity to entering into an incorrect individual's consultancy. Allow us consider some important factors concerning exactly how to discover Ayurved doctor or locate Ayurvedic expert -

# 1 As opposed to believing on SERP (search engine web page outcomes) try to trace out the reliability of the medical professional. A person who is initially on the result web page not necessarily to be a real one as well as an individual at 10th web page does not always mean that he is a quack.

# 2 Checkout for the enrollment number (if not discussed, ask the doctor) and be sure that physician of Ayurved is registered with government identified college or health board.

# 3 If you are wanting to join Ayurvedic center for education on Indian Holistic Medicinal Scientific research (for instance some short-term program on Ayurveda), make sure that no such medical professional is licensed by local health ministry to give a certification. Nonetheless, it does not mean that you will not get authentic Ayurvedic knowledge.

# 4 While seeking advice from holistic doctor, bank on the expenditure (examination charges etc) prior to you in fact get involved in the treatment.

# 5 Request for some recommendation before you begin Ayurvedic therapy. You may request for online recommendations and testimonies. Nevertheless, you can not trust them fully.

# 6 Try to find out various other work done by all-natural healing medical professional in the same area. You can ask about his on the internet work and also other activities to improve recommendations.

# 7 Confirm the chat or email matter that you had with Ayurvedic doctor on the phone. When you talk with an individual, you recognize the genuine 'deepness'!

If you find real Ayurveda medical professional for Ayurveda therapy, you may wonder with the results that this all-natural recovery olden scientific research can get you. However, choosing your health care supplier is what all issues.

Yoga Exercise and also Ayurvedic Treatments - A Connection In Between Body And Mind

As the globe is establishing in innovation day after day we are relocating far from nature. We have depleted nature's every present, contaminated the environment with logging. Nature is responding on us in the type of all-natural tragedies and also particular illness. Furthermore in this fast pace life, we don't permit our body to eliminate with any ailment as well as take guy made drugs failing to remember that the very same nature has cure for all disruptions. In such unfavorable circumstances yoga as well as ayurveda still shows a hope to be connected with nature. This supplies therapy for nearly all illness.

Yoga exercise and ayurvedic treatments have a different strategy that function not just on health problem yet searches for out origin hence removing it permanently. Yoga exercise is really efficient in stabilizing mental illness, anxiety, bowel irregularity, decreasing anxiety and anxiety, getting rid of exhaustion as well as even practical in diseases like cancer and aids. Yoga therapies consist of a no. of workouts, asana, shouting of mantras, meditation, and etc. Ayurvedic therapies entail massage, ayurvedic face rejuvenation, shirodhara, as well as different other oil therapies.

Various postures during yoga include sitting, standing or resting to relax your muscle mass and other body parts. Meditation is the most effective means to minimize anxiety. Right here equilibrium is developed between mind and body and also gradually your mind ends up being so cost-free that you feel to be present there just physically as well as mind roams in deep space. This gives you a fantastic relaxation and also makes you really feel energetic. Different asana during yoga exercise loads you with a different energy as well as power.

While in ayurvedic therapies, toxic materials from body are decreased or gotten rid of with various ayurvedic treatments. These remedies are prepared from using a variety of herbs, minerals as well as at some time a couple of pet products also. Ayurveda believes that body is made of Vata, Pitta as well as Kapha. Any type of imbalance in these 3 is the major reason for conditions in a private, so ayurvedic treatments constantly try to bring them in consistency. Ayurveda not just keeps you healthy and balanced yet also beautiful and also appealing by making your skin healthy and balanced, glossy as well as radiance.

Many people think that yoga exercise therapy simply consists of few workouts that you can do yourself and also can be healthy. But its not so, there are numerous technological strategies to take on yoga treatment. If you adopt it home without any instructions after that be careful because one incorrect movement can make you still for the lifetime. If not a yoga trainer, you can consider web, publications and any type of various other resources. In addition yoga is not the remedy of all the diseases. Though a grasped yogic can discover treatment for any stated illness but you must not try yoga exercise for any type of diseases with no examinations.

Ayurvedic Examination - Connect With Ayurvedic Consultant For A Better Battle With Conditions

It's the human tendency to listen from a lot of individuals if starting with a new job. You always come to be careful so as to avoid any type of damage and also loss. And also when it concerns your wellness your concern ends up being dual layer. Whether it's allopathic, ayurvedic or homeopathy you always choose the best for you. And also when it is ayurvedic you have to remain in normal contact with your consultant. Ayurvedic consultation is really crucial variable to obtain the best results.

Whenever you determine to take ayurvedic treatment for your disease, it's not a someday browse through to your ayurvedic medical professional. For a proper medical diagnosis, you need to take an appropriate ayurvedic assessment and also visit your physician a no. of times only after that he can examine your trouble clearly. Your very first browse through plays a really essential duty due to the fact that in this just you make your doctor learn about on your own.

When you visit very first time to an ayurvedic medical professional, he will firstly try to establish your original constitution additionally called as prakruti and after that your present state of doshas labelled as vikruti. This is done by utilizing different strategies and evaluation approaches. This aids in creating a proper chart of your diagnosis as well as further treatment as necessary. At first he will certainly know every little thing pertaining to you, your mental state, psychological component, spiritual side, social behavior etc. These things play a really important role in ayurveda aside from medications.

After your first see he will certainly lead you for your fundamental routine, like your eating behaviors, your way of life, and also your sleeping habits. They will suggest you with a healthy diet plan as well as some yoga and also exercises including meditation. They can also provide you organic therapy with herbal medicines or some ayurvedic treatments like massage therapy, exposing body to sunlight or air etc. Ayurvedic therapies are offered to remove the toxic substances from your body after taking into consideration every minute information of yours like age, wellness, atmosphere, your allergies etc

. In the succeeding gos to, your specialist will certainly analyze the adjustments within you with the directions recommended by him. According to that he deepens his understanding of your body constitution and all the interior and also outside variables impacting you. With this, he will choose what service you as well as what better added elements are called for. Some of the safety measures during such sees consists of following all the directions of your doctor correctly and also taking medications on schedule. One point extremely important during your consultation is that you need to not wait to tell any trouble to your expert. Due to the fact that in ayurveda, several conditions with exact same symptoms have various treatments.

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Trion Alpha - Camp Nano Project

Chapter 1 – Naming Ceremony

A soft breeze caressed Jack’s bare back and caused him to stir a little from the slumber he had managed to fall into. For a few seconds he grumbled, wanting nothing more than to turn over and go back to sleep as it was comfortable in his bed. But the breeze washed over his back once again and stirred his mind into thinking that there was something special about tonight which meant that he had to get him. Blowing out a sigh, the young Trion opened his dark blue eyes and allowed his vision to focus.

The first thing that came into view was a calendar, with a large full moon sticker covering the date with a scrawl of marker pen proclaiming, “Naming Ceremony.”

Sitting upright, the young man grinned to himself and hurriedly glanced about his room. It was simple and basic, nothing too much of personalisation or importance, but more out of a sense of not really belonging here even though he was welcomed. Jack was fully aware that he was still considered to be an outsider to the pack that he lived with, but unlike the day he had collapsed by their fireside with only tiny pleas for help on his lips, he was now more of an odd sheep of the family, rather than a thing which no one knew what to really do with.

Werewolves rarely abandoned cubs, it was seen as a horrendous thing to do and only acceptable under extreme circumstances. With Jack though, things had always been different. Jack had started off life as a human, had been born to human parents and lived out in the wilderness on a farming community that was seeking out the new world with hope and gusto. They instead found a new level of darkness when by accident they crossed over into the lands of the wolf and were slaughtered by a rouge wolf who had gone rabid.

Jack had been eleven at the time and should have been slaughtered along with the rest of his family but either in a moment’s clarity or extreme madness, the rabid werewolf had spared the child’s life. Though he had bitten him harshly on his right arm, leaving behind a scar and passing on the lunar kiss of life before leaving to never be seen again by the boy. Jack had spent two long days burying his family by hand and just when he thought he had no tears left to cry, the full moon had risen and Odin, god of winter and wolves, had brought a new cub into the world.

A Trion wolf cub, a human turned into a wolf who was too young to understand what was happening to him.

Adapting to the new life had not been easy, for at least three years Jack had wandered the wilderness lost and alone, changing painfully every full moon against his will whilst picking up instincts in the most random of manners. He had stumbled across a few wolf packs, but they feared his human scent and chased him out of their territory until he became too sick and hungry to even care. After wandering unsuccessfully through a brutally cold winter, Jack had finally given up on all notions of hunting any kind of prey and had followed the smell of woodsmoke when it registered in his brain.

The Jurisa Pack were spending the winter up in the mountains and were praising the goddess of night with a fire dance when Jack had stumbled into the clearing, collapsing to the ground, pleading to just be allowed a little food and water. Chaos had followed of course, and for a few moments the lost cub feared that he would be chased away but Hazel, the female alpha, had taken him under her wing and fed him more than he could have ever dreamed of. As he had slept, the pack had tried to decide what to do with him, until his body started to change to his wolf form just as painfully as it had done every time for the last few years.

Michael, the pack alpha, had not even blinked an eye before allowing the omegas to coo and protect the cub, agreeing with his mate that clearly Jack needed all the help, guidance and love that they could provide him as no one else was going to do it. The rest was history, as even though there were many issues, many things that did not fit with the normal span of a wolf’s life and more than a number of occasions where it was clear that other packs did not approve of the Trion’s presence, Jack grew up and became the wolf that he was today and tonight, he would finally reach maturity and learn where his standing was going to be in the pack.

Stretching his long arms high above his head, Jack let out a yawn and clicked a few muscles in his neck just to be certain that they were all gone before grabbing a long shirt and some shorts before heading down to the stream to wash up. By wolf standards, he was tall, by human standards he was huge. Standing at just a little under six foot six, Jack appeared to be very wolf like in build and appearance, with a firm jaw, high cheekbones and a predatory look to his eyes. Dark brown hair fell about in a mess around his shoulders and his midnight black wolf ears were smaller than most of his kind but freckled with white dots like stars in the nights sky, which matched on his tail which at base was the same midnight black save for the tip which was a dazzling white. There was a certain softness about him though, which toned down the aggressive stance and somehow made him appear more like a fluffy husky than a werewolf though there were enough scars on his body to show that he had fought with kin and enemies alike. It was almost impossible to tell what rank he would be at a casual glance and Jack himself admitted that he had no idea but secretly he hoped that he would come out as a Beta. Omega would be fine as well; Delta was more than probable too but there was no chance in hell that he was an alpha.

Trion’s did not become alphas, that had been made very clear to him from an early age.

It was still early enough that most of the omegas would still be curled up in the safety of their mates’ arms or in the omega hut for those who were not mated as of yet, but just a little bit past the time when most of the alphas would have been finished and would be starting the preparations. It was a gamble to see if Glenn and his cronies were around, but for once Jack did not care. He never cared for their presence anyway, they were nothing more than gabbling boys who were jumping the gun and making presumptions about what they were going to present as, and they always seemed to have a particular enjoyment of teasing the ‘freak’ of the pack.

Especially Glenn, who always seemed to have a certain hatred towards Jack, but the reason was long lost to time and history.

Grabbing his wash things, Jack made his way quietly out of the cub hut and into the early evening air. The ground was still warm under his feet and there was the smell of a hazy day drifting across from the corn field where he normally worked which brought a smile to the Trion’s lips. A hot day meant a cool night and the most perfect conditions for the full moon ceremony. He would be lying to say that he was not just a little nervous about the whole affair but for the most part he was looking forward to it.

“Are you really going to stand there, staring up at the sky like a lost puppy all day or are you going to move your tail?” a voice spoke behind him. It was teasing but in a gentle manner, feminine but with an edge to it that spoke of someone who knew how to hold her own. Turning, Jack politely nodded his head towards the girl and stepped aside with a slight bow.

Suzanne was the eldest daughter of Michael and Hazel and she commanded respect from everyone in the pack. Just a little above average height, she had a slim build but long flowing locks of red hair with dark brown eyes and hundreds of freckles upon her face. Like all of her kind, her wolf ears were on top of her head, the colour of white gold and silken to touch and appearance. Her tail matched though with just an undercoat of white. Jack knew that in her wolf form, she also had white patched on her stomach and feet like she was wearing booties and he thought that she looked ethereal and cute. Her form hid strength, her tongue was sharp, and she had wisdom beyond her years. Everyone had her pinned to be an alpha, to be the next in line to take over when her parents wanted to step down and Jack always felt highly jealous of the wolf who would eventually claim her.

He stood no chance, even if he got lucky and presented as a beta, there was no way that Suzanne was going to even remotely interested in him. But at least they had a form of friendship, “Forgive me Princess, I was just thinking of what is to come tonight.”

Suzanne rolled her eyes, and stuck her tongue out towards him, though grinned back, “Stop calling me Princess, you toad.”

“I promised to call you Princess every day until you presented, Princess and that’s not going to change,” Jack said smugly back, trying his best not to burst out into laughter.

As per her usual response, Suzanne shook her head, “We were like, thirteen when you made that stupid promise. You don’t have to keep it, toad face.”

Jack chuckled, “You like it though.”

“Shut up,” Suzanne huffed back towards him, away from the boy, “You’re so damn annoying. Why are you even heading towards the river anyway, it’s not like you’ll be able to wash out your lying tongue with soap anyway.”

Snorting a little, Jack followed after Suzanne with a smile on his face, “Same reason as you. Avoiding the noisy riffraff who can’t keep their noses to themselves and then seeing what I can do to help with the set up.”

“Ugh, Jack, you don’t help with the set up for the ceremony when it’s your ceremony,” Suzanne replied, shaking her head, “We go and see Mama and get made ready. You know this.”

“Which means that I’ll be doing everyone’s hair,” Jack replied smugly back, “So helping with set up for tonight.” Jack had helped assist Hazel and Michael prepare those who were presenting for the Full Moon Ceremony for the last four years due to the Trion’s surprising ability with styling hair. It was something he had initially kept hidden as it brought back painful memories of his human life and how he would plat his mother’s hair when she was too weak to do it on her own and how he had practiced on the other children whilst he waited for his little sister to arrive. Once she did, he always made sure that her hair was beautiful and pristine but when she was taken away, he never wanted to do it again.

Until one long night, several winters ago, one of the boys had pulled another girl’s hair out and left her in a sobbing mess because her mother did not want her hair to be messy. Without prompting, Jack had taken the girl by the hand and gently restyled her hair. Hazel had found out through the girl’s mother and promptly punished the boy who had hurt the girl before seeking out Jack to ask him to help with others as styling hair was something that very few males possessed.

Since that day, Jack had styled the hair of most of the pack members at least once. Suzanne sighed softly, “There is room in this whole night for you as well you know, you don’t have to be at everyone’s beck and call.”

A shrug of the shoulders was her reply, “Tell that to everyone else.”

The freckled girl snorted in reply, “What will you do if you actually turn out to be an alpha, toad face?”

“Never really thought of it,” Jack replied honestly, looking up to the sky again. “But if I was, then that’d mean I’d have to leave and start my own pack and….” For a few long moments Jack was silent before he let out a sigh. “It’s a dream I can’t have.”

Suzanne punched him lightly on the arm, “Don’t say that. You’re allowed to dream.”

“Dreams break your heart, Princess,” Jack replied, tilting his head up ever so slightly as the sound of splashing water caught his attention and he chuckled, “Though it looks like we may be helping out with bath time.”

The river that flowed just past the small huts that made the tiny hamlet which the Jurisa Pack called down, was wide and deep, glistening in the daylight and calm in the moonlight. There were plenty of rocks that could be used for washing clothes or drying oneself out on after a good soak and small naturally occurring pebble beaches that made personal bathing easier. Usually at this time in the morning, it would be a quite place but it seemed that several of the mothers in the pack had decided it was also the best time to be giving the cubs a proper wash. Probably in order to give those who were due to present tonight enough time to use the river in general peace and quiet but for Suzanne and Jack, their joint timing was off.

At least three cubs were rushing around in the water, splashing at their friends and wildly screaming at one another, whereas two of the older ones were daring one another to jump into the deeper water from the steppingstones that stretched out towards the centre of the lake. Jack grinned towards Selina, one of the first wolves who had helped him understand what it was to be a wolf and automatically he knelt down to catch the naked running form of Eachan, her little four year old boy, “Uncle Jack!” he tried enthusiastically, “Come and play with us!”

Selina shook her head, “No, Eachan, I told you before, Jack is getting ready for tonight and does not need to be disturbed by your silly games.”

“But Uncle Jack always plays with us, don’t you?” the boy looked imploringly up towards the Trion wolf and Jack could not help but melt. Eachan was at that cute stage of being just a little chubby, but with large green eyes and an adorable set of white ears and tails. He was soft, sweet and preferred playing with the girls over the boys but liked to follow Jack around whenever he got the chance to do so. His father had passed shortly after the cub was born, a haemorrhage to his brain claiming him unexpected and Jack had been around to comfort Selina in her time of grief.

“Of course, don’t see why tonight should be any different,” Jack said, setting the boy down with a mischievous grin on his features.

“Race me?” Eachan said immediately.

Jack was already pulling off his shirt, after quickly placing a kiss on Selina’s cheek to show his understanding of her slight frustration with him but knew he could get away with anything. “Yeah, pipsqueak, I’ll even give you a head start.”

Eachan yelled out brightly before rushing off ahead, whilst Jack finished removing his clothes and easily took off after the boy. It was normal for wolves to be naked around each other, as changing forms usually meant a loss or lack of clothes depending on, but Selina still smirked knowingly towards Suzanne who had yet to open her mouth throughout the whole moment. “One of these days, you’re going to have to admit your feelings to him.”

Blushing a little at being caught, Suzanne shook her head, “Maybe after tonight…I can finally make the idiot see what’s been staring him in the face for all these years.”

Selina laughed, “Oh he knows, he just…Jack doesn’t want to hurt anyone or be hurt. Have patience with him, he is a man regardless of his second gender and they are all a bit thick sometimes. Even the ones who have known you most of your life.”

Suzanne giggled, “He’ll be my good omega, just you wait and see.”

Flicking her ears, which were white like her songs, Selina kept her thoughts to herself on that matter and instead nodded towards the river, “You best get in now yourself, or there will be eyes on you that don’t look at you with all the love and affection that you rightfully deserve.”

Letting out a sigh, Suzanne started towards the riverbank and ignored the cat calls that came her way from the familiar punchable faces. Instead, she kept a quiet and contemplative gaze on Jack, watching as he charged through the water with Eachan, lifting the boy up and throwing him into the depths but always just within arms reach and how after a few moments all the rest of the children were joining in. Or else trying to playfully drown the taller man which considering most of them barely came up to his hips was just downright silly. Though Jack played along with them perfectly, happy to let the youngsters win and fall back into the water but always keeping them safe at the same time. There was more water getting splashed around than ever before, but Suzanne noticed how Jack was able to direct it in such a manner that the cubs did all get a wash.

Even though at one point he had to run around with a sponge filled with soap in a threatening manner which just caused more hilarity, as soap monsters were not supposed to be that attractive to look at.

A snort broke Suzanne’s attention, “Such a pathetic waste.”

“There’s nothing wrong with helping to look after cubs, Glenn,” Suzanne stated back plainly, automatically pulling a long woollen cardigan around her body to hide her naked state, “Father helps to bath them.”

Glenn snarled, “But he’s an alpha of true bloodlines, that monster is a freak who should have been cast out years ago.”

Suzanne levelled a stare at the other boy, trying to keep her temper in check. Glenn was a packmate but from an early age he had always acted as though he were superior to everyone else. He was rude, sarcastic and downright disrespectful whenever there was not any alpha presence about, and he brown nosed at all other times. His mother, a prideful alpha who had come from Hazel’s sister pack, doted on him and fed into his pride and arrogance, making it clear that she wanted him to take over the pack when the time came.

Hazel had firmly told her that Glenn would never lead the pack, because there were two older cubs who were in direct line for it who were direct descendants of herself and if Glenn did somehow present as an Alpha then he would be sent away to form his own pack as tradition dictated. Very few newly presented alphas remained with their family packs, usually only the first borns of the main alpha pair so they could continue the family line, but any others were usually sent away.

All packs needed alphas, that was a given, but most were blood related so that there would be little to no infighting for power and dominance. Back in the annuals of history there had been no strict rules on the matter which had led to many bloody battles and fights with losses of innocents that became too many. Quite when the tradition of having newly presented alphas leave to form their own packs was lost to the mists of time but it certainly saved more than a few problems. But Glenn seemed to think that he was entitled, even though Suzanne was expected to be the alpha to take over and her nearest brother in age, was expecting to become a beta so they both could easily take on the position without causing upset.

“That is not your call to make, and it’ll never be your call,” Suzanne stated towards the boy, who was lean but stout with a snort nose, blond hair that always looked greasy and hazel eyes. His wolf was a brown colour, but it always reminded the girl of dirty dishwater rather than the earth between her toes. Plus added to his expression was a constant leer as if he were apprising every last girl in the pack, regardless of ranking, as though they were all pieces of meat meant for his entertainment alone. The gaze made her sick to her core each time it was directed at her.

Just like now when it was very clear that Glenn was staring at her bare legs with an expression that spoke of exactly what he wanted to be doing to them, “One day it will, but by that point it won’t matter because you’ll be so round with pups that you won’t even care what’s going on with the pack.”

Even though he did not say it aloud, the expression ‘my pups’ was clear, and it caused a shiver of disgust to go through Suzanne. She glared back towards him, “I’ll always care what goes on with my pack regardless of whoever I choose to mate with.”

Whatever words Glenn was meant to say scathingly back towards her were lost when a bucket of river water suddenly hit him full in the face. The shock was enough to cause the unpresented young man to stagger back and catch his foot on a root which caused him to crash down onto the ground with a heavy sounding thump. A growl left his lips as he threw himself upright and snarled towards Jack who was standing just at the shoreline, looking a picture of surprised innocence whilst Eachan and his fellow cubs laughed loudly at the fallen boy. “You insolent little…”

“Whoa, dude, sorry,” Jack quickly stammered out, dropping the bucket and holding up his hands, “I was aiming for Eachan, but he moved! I didn’t see you there.”

“Liar!” Glenn snarled, stepping forward with his teeth bared in anger, “I’ll put you back in your place, you filthy little…”

A large hand grabbed onto the back of Glenn’s t-shirt to haul him back a few steps and then promptly drop him down to the muddy ground once again. Michael stood tall and strong, his eyes piercing through to the boy on the ground as he folded his arms across his chest, clearly not pleased by the way his silver ears had flattened themselves. “We do not growl at pack mates for innocent accidents, Glenn, you know that.”

“He threw water at me!” Glenn accused, pointing towards Jack who was half hidden behind Suzanne’s protective stance. “He had no right to do such a thing.”

“Jack was playing in the water with the cubs and splashing them, as he said,” Michael stated back, just keeping his anger in check, “It was simply a case of mistiming as Eachan did move out of the way of the water. Maybe if you weren’t trying to leer at my daughter you would have noticed and offered to assist or else gone to find your own place to bathe before tonight.”

For a second Glenn seemed to be this close to answering back or arguing further but he quickly backed down, whimpering a little, “I’m sorry, I meant no disrespect and I was merely talking to…”

“I don’t want to know,” Michael cut in, “I want you to go back to your hut and think about what you have done before going about your assigned duties. Just because you present tonight, it does not mean that you can act rudely towards anyone in this pack, boy and if I see you doing so again today, I will ensure that you present alone. Do I make myself clear?”

Glenn nodded and stood up, bowing before retreating away with his tail firmly between his legs. Though he did send a snarl towards Jack as he passed, quiet and as threatening as possible but the Trion merely remained in his position behind Suzanne. Which did look a little funny given their respective heights.

Once the offender was out of sight, Michael turned back towards the two cubs and nodded with a knowing little smirk on his features before setting off to see to the cubs who were finally behaving themselves for their respective mothers.

Suzanne let out a breath that she was not aware that she had been holding, “What did you do to piss him off so early this morning?”

Jack shrugged, “He’s always pissed off at me. Especially when I deliberately stop him from leering at you.”

The girl raised a slender eyebrow up towards him, “You deliberately stopped him?”

“Of course,” Jack smirked back, “He was making you uncomfortable, like he does all the girls, so I made sure to give him something else to leer at.”

“By throwing river water at him?” the words were deadpanned back at him.

“Would have thrown the bucket at him if I hadn’t noticed your Daddy watching from the treeline,” Jack murmured lightly into her ear, “But you know how crazy it can be playing with cubs.”

Playfully pushing the much taller figure back into the water, Suzanne snorted, “As if I need your protection, you wouldn’t even go up against Glenn if you had the opportunity.”

Instead of replying, Jack just picked up the bucket once again and threw some water at Suzanne with a cheeky grin on his face. The girl looked shocked for a second, not believing the audacity before grabbing a nearby sponge and charging after the already running male. “Just you wait until I catch you, Jack! I’m going to really clean your tongue out with soap!”

Laughing, Jack kept wading through the water, knowing that she would catch up easily enough because he was allowing her to do so. As they tumbled under the water, the Trion took the opportunity of disorientation to pull their bodies flush together and place a kiss onto the girls’ lips. “I would fight Glenn for you any day, I’d fight anyone who tried to take you away from me who did not deserve you. I could just never tell you that because you’re destined for someone far more important and worthwhile than me.”

The thoughts did not leave his head as the pair came back up to the surface of the water, spluttering and continuing on with the playfighting, the moment lost on the girl as far as Jack was concerned. Though Suzanne could still feel the tingle on her lips and sealed her thoughts around her heart. Tonight, she would present as an alpha and claim her omega, who still needed his mouth washed out with soap. “Come back here, toad face! I’m going to sort out that cheeky tongue of yours if it’s the last thing that I do!”

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The Distinction in between Television Program and also A Flick

The initial Circumstances of film is that motion pictures are innovative principles of supervisors that intention are enjoyment and also pleasure attempting at the same time to offer target market something brand-new or existing visuals and also acting abilities of the celebrities in an unique manner.The purpose of motion picture manufacturers is to in some way bring the target market to movie theater halls.The even more individuals go as well as see the even more the flick is taken into consideration to be effective thus the Supervisor will certainly be granted for the great work done.Movies entail high investors when a great deal of individuals most likely to see they come to be Pleased

Intro to Television collection Television collection on the other hand are created to market items from various Companies.There are numerous commercials prior to between and also after the collection as well as individuals obtain aggravated as they are unable to stand up to the strength due to this advertisement.But manufacturers of Television collection are powerless as theses commercials are needed for making a Television collection as the cash originates from the Producers of items whose Advertisements are being displayed in the Television series.No Uncertainty the Television collection needs to be amusing or otherwise you would certainly did withstand numerous Advertisements as well as this is exactly about why the high quality of Television collection has actually enhanced compared to Film interms of High quality, Material and also Vedio layout.

Television programs as well as films are preferred for many individuals as resource of amusement. Television collection and also motion pictures are one of the most of the most up to date arising Home entertainment in the Hollywood market making it being a considerable income to Stars as well as Starlet. Television collection additionally referred to as daytime soap have actually recorded the creativity of individuals as well as the stars as well as starlet that operate in these collection are today of no much less popular as well as abundant compared to celebrities that operate in the motion picture, Nevertheless there is still much of the distinction in between the Television collection as well as Motion picture Intro to Film.

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1. Anytime an individuals attempts to take pleasure in Television collection, he could quickly really feel that he is being utilized on the important things that are being advertised.Tv collection is aiming to market points to the visitor which is not the instance with the flicks where individuals have the tendency to rest and also unwind as well as take pleasure in the tool of the wavelength of the flick. Television collection places you in a trance where you are a lot more responsive to subtitle recommendations that are insinuated time after time.

2. Television collection are mainly based upon principles that are costing the minute while flick manufacturers are attempting altering points which is a representation of innovative ability 3. Expense smart Television collection are a lot more costly to movie as well as generate considering that it has alot of web content as well as commercials in contrast to the flicks which is short and also 4. Television collection run in synch with times as they can be long as compared to movies.While films have a collection of period of 1.5 to optimal 3 hrs, TELEVISION collection are limitless in this feeling as they coincide program competing a number of years. 5. One more distinction in between Motion picture and also Television collection is the style where they are fired and also produced.Movies are fired in 75 mm while Television collection are fired in 35 mm, However this distinction does not make distinction to the target market as they delight in viewing Television collection compared to flicks. 6. In regards to Reach Television collection supersedes Films as Television collection have the ability to permeate in Remote Locations because it is one tool 7. Television collection takes in a whole lot time throughout manufacturing and also creating manuscripts given that a lot of scenes are generated at various timelines rather than films which have actually repaired timeline as well as consequently call for much less time making it less complicated to be created 8. In regards to Man-Power Television collection calls for Hefty Man-power considering that there are various scenes being contended various locations and also as a result needs hefty Man-power instead of Film which has actually repaired timeline with few manuscripts consequently requiring much less Man-power

9. Television collection can be put on hold at later day throughout manufacturing if the financing is not offered or if the plans of the federal government are weakened yet Movies cant given that it is solitary video clip as a result you need to be prepared prior to capturing.

10. Motion pictures are being premiered as well as marketed in the Movie theater halls like IMAX while Television collection are being premiered in the Television reveals like CBS, Fox e, t.c.

11. Television collection have function as needed by yourself time in Television programs where you should pay on a month-to-month membership while Flicks do not carry Need which could seen on Movie theater halls as a result not making As needed quickly till you wait when once again it will certainly be revealed.

12. Television collection Stars and also Starlet could make a decision to withdraw their job because Television program when each episode has actually been included and also he or she could changed while in Flick they angle given that they have actually authorized an agreement to completion of the flick. 13. Television collection could have various manufacturer at each scene because it entails various tale while Flick could have various manufacturer given that it is one tale as well as one scene till completion. 14. Television collection Stars as well as Starlet are being paid round figure of cash considering that it has a number of scenes as well as it can be included for years while in films they are being paid one-time deal throughout which they have actually authorized the agreement. 15. Television collection need to join the governing movie market body to avoid offense of movie sector plans given that they could be a while for the market and also as a result specific limit should be satisfied, while Films have the tendency to register up however there plans are not hard-line given that they do not remain in movie sector after capturing as well as manufacturing. 16. Television collection have actually scenes called periods and also episodes where they are classified after each scene while in motion pictures there no things aside from which they could movie with integers like 1,2,3 like Extreme 2, the Hunk 1 or Hunk 2 which in contrast to collection can be Mr Robotic period 1 episode 2.

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