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I'm right here! (Oscar Piastri)

People seem to forget you're dating Oscar

Note: english is not my first language. Another Oscar piece 🫶

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"Do you think this will translate as well on the track though?", Phil, the head of the engineering department, asked as you showed him the latest set of data.

"Even with the interval we've set for changes, these numbers show it could improve performance, especially in race pace", you pointed to the calculations on the side.

"We would only have it for Miami, though", he reasoned, "we don't have enough time to get this done for Shanghai and I don't think it would be wise to test this in a track we haven't raced in five years", Amelia argued as you nodded in agreement, "but it looks promising - good job, Y/N", she patted your back.

"Would you feel comfortable talking about it in the meeting with Zak, Andrea and the mechanics? You have been the one working the most with this, makes sense for you to be the one taking point. Lando and Oscar should join you as well - I think they're doing something on the Sim", William mused.

"Absolutely! Yes, Oscar said he was driving a new set up and strategy Tom also wants to discuss in the meeting", you offered with a smile.

"Having insider information makes this easier - I don't have to check every single e-mail and wonder about things, especially Oscar's schedule", Amelia chuckled, rubbing your shoulder before she got up.

As everyone gathered in the meeting room, you set your laptop up so the latest data would be seen by everyone as you spoke about the changes, "we don't think nor expect this will be ready for China, but we're hoping to have the new package in Miami already - gives us enough time to work on it and the track there is ideal for us to have an idea of how this could play out for the rest of the season", you concluded.

"I agree - I think China will be damage control racing and we're accepting it as it goes", Andrea stated.

"We just need to get going with these then and also get the guys to try it out on the- Oh! Speaking of the devil", Zak chuckled as Oscar and Lando stepped inside the meeting room.

"So that's that, I think - thank you for all your work and let's hope we can bring some points next weekend", the British driver said before everyone scattered out.

Closing your laptop and getting your tablet, you held them against your torso so you could go and set them back to your station before lunch. You didn't make it very far as Oscar stood just outside the room, his hand snaking up your back carefully as he didn't want to startle you.

"Good morning, love", he smiled, kissing your cheek and walking with you.

"Morning, Osc", you kissed his cheek back, "how was training?", you wondered.

"Same old - went for a run this time, though, it was nice enough outside", your boyfriend offered as you reached your desk, tidying it a little bit before leaving to get some lunch, walking hand in hand.

You didn't expect to fall for a driver, especially after the relationship you had with Lando. You behaved like siblings, often pranking eachother, and it had helped you grow more confident around him and the senior staff when you felt you were all but a small intern. Over the years, you grew more comfortable as your ideas and pitches would get considered and tested, finally feeling like your place was well earned and that at the right time, the development would come to bring McLaren to the top where it belonged.

When Oscar joined the team, however, you didn't expect to feel the way you felt about the Australian driver. He was handsome, very shy and very kind and thoughtful as he sat all through the meetings as you explained the changes. Jeopardising your career was something you didn't want to do, but after some not so careful touches and glances, the team assured you it wouldn't be an issue in case you and Oscar were to pursue a relationship together.

"Here's my favourite team-mate! And she brought Oscar with her!", Lando joked as you sat at the same table as him.

Swatting his neck playfully, you sat down next to him so you could face Oscar as he put his tray down, "I will revoke new updates package from you and you'll be stuck in the midfield", you taunted before you started eating.

"Do you want to spend the night at my place? I need to sort a few things out still this afternoon, but I'm hoping I can leave on time today", you squinted your eyes.

"What do you mean on time?", Lando quirked an eyebrow.

"Yesterday, she got so caught up in the calculations, I barely got a text out of her when I asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me", Oscar chuckled as you held hands on top of the table, playing with his fingers, "what was it you texted me? 'I'm having a breakthrough' I think it was", your boyfriend offered.

"I did, though! Amelia checked it over and we might be onto something - I have to go to Race Base this afternoon so they can check them out", you shrugged your shoulders."We're spending the whole afternoon in the sim", Oscar checked with you, "when you get off, then we can leave together - how does that sound?".

Coming back to your place after you stopped by the supermarket, you set the bag on the counter and pulled out all of the ingredients you bought to make sure the dinner would be suitable and appropriate to Oscar's plan.

"I haven't had a proper cuddle today", Oscar pulled you to him, beggining to litter kisses on your forehead all the way to your cheeks and jaw, "I can't ever do this at the center", he mumbled against your neck, tickling you.

"We could, just where there are no other team members", you giggled before cupping his cheeks, "which happens to be nowhere most of the time", before you kissed his lips.

"I'm going to start working on the chicken", Oscar said after you stole a few kisses, "are you going to be in the Center for the race?".

"No, I'm travelling with the team", you smiled as you took the fresh pasta out of the bag, "which means we can spend more time together - and people will actually see us together", you mumbled the last part.

"People know we're together, love", he smiled, cutting up the last bit of garlic and tossing it in the pan.

"Sometimes it doesn't seem like it - they didn't see me in Jeddah and the rumours flew out of control", you wiped your hands on the kitchen towell before hugging Oscar's back, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades.

"You know how the media works - they see the smallest hint to something they want to see and then they're there", he offered, taking one of his hands to squeeze your hip, "you're the one here, aren't you?", he tsked.

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"Where are you going?", Oscar asked as he saw you grab a tablet and push the chair back under the table, "I thought we could have some time together now".

"The stewards picked out eight cars at random to get checked over a few components - Mike and Barry are waiting for me", you offered, pecking his lips quickly, "hopefully they're just not messing around with our schedule because everything is supposed to be how it is!", you smiled before you started to walk out.

"I'll go with you, then", your boyfriend assured, "can't have you go to the wolves on your own when you can have company, beautiful".

Oscar walked up to the building with you, kissing your temple before you stepped inside, "I left some data from the sprint for you to look at, and tell Lando I also left a file for him with his tire deg - I told Will to do it, but he might forget!", you alerted before letting him go.

Knowing how long it would take, he went back to the McLaren garage, stopping whenever fans snapped a couple of pictures or autographs.

By the time you were back in the hotel room after the sprint and qualifying, Oscar went to the bathroom so he could have a shower, leaving you to lay on the bed and scroll through social media.

You looked at the photos the media team had posted, along with the stories where you could spot yourself in the background and spotted a few comments as you flicked through the carrousel of pictures, the comments under it weren't something you hadn't seen before.

Hear me out, Oscar and Elaine are the perfect match

I know, right? 😭 honestly, they need to get together! They would be so cute together

She's so polite and put together, but I get rhe vibe that she's really shy too, they would be perfect for eachother

Are we forgetting Y/N? aka Oscar's girlfriend

I still can't believe the people at the top have let their engineer date a driver

Y/N's way too out there, I call PR relationship

She couldn't even build a great car, I'm not sure why you would defend her

She was literally the reason the car and the turnaround last year and we started getting podiums?

These have been the best 12 months in terms of development, what are you on about? Just because she's with Oscar, you can't dig at her like that

The last few comments don't come up too often, but you had to admit it was nice when they did even if they did nothing to the way you felt.

The green eyed monster took over more times that you'd like. You work with numbers, probabilities and direct correlations, so it was hard to miss the reason behind how you were feeling.

"Why are you looking at your phone like that? You promised you wouldn't work once we got back to the room", Oscar warned, using the towell to dry his hair before he looked at you again.

"I'm not working", you mumbled, locking the phone and setting it on your stomach, pondering whether or not you should talk to Oscar about this.

"That long silence tells me that there is something bothering you", Oscar began, "I'm not saying you have to talk about it right now - I won't force you to -, but I'm here for you when you want to do it", he offered earnestly.

"I'm jealous of you and Elaine", you stated, earning a quirked eyebrow from your boyfriend.

"Me and Elaine? The communications' intern?", he looked for some clarification.

"Yes!", you answered loudly.

"We don't - I don't even spend that much time with her, what do you mean?", Oscar asked.

"I know you don't, but people online seem to think you should! First, it was that actress that McLaren invited for Abu Dhabi - the weekend where Natalie and Naomi kept approaching us because they wanted to chat and there was actual visual proof we were together after all the rumours -, now they're saying how you should go out with Elaine!", you admitted, "they're all saying you really should have someone and that she should be the one to go, that she has all the qualities you should look for and I-", you took a big breath in, "I'm literally over there, every single day of the races - in the garage, sometimes in the pitwall!", you stated, "I barely do any races from the Center anymore, so it's not like people forgot that I exist!".

"Love, I'd never do that to you - you're the only person I care about like that", Oscar replied instantly.

"I know you don't, but it hurts to see", you admitted, "comments people make about my boyfriend and how he really should start dating someone when our relationship is public - I'm there, I see them, they see me!", you let a tear fall down your cheek, "there's only so much I can do to make it obvious, Osc!".

Oscar sat down next to you on the bed, throwing the towell on the floor for the moment so he could pull you to face him.

"Y/N, I didn't know it was bothering you so much, I don't even notice all of that", your boyfriend craddled your face in his hands, thumbs wiping the tears that continued to fall and looking into your eyes.

"I never told you and I know you don't read all of the comments", you reasoned, "I just thought it would stop at some point! Everyone keeps saying that you should have someone and I want them to think I'm that someone - because I am!", you said bitterly.

"Is there something you'd like me to do? That would make you feel better about it?", Oscar combed your bangs away and behind your ears.

"What can we do anyway? Have you walk around with a t-shirt that says "I have a girlfriend - Y/N, the engineer"?", you scoffed.

"I will do that if you think it will help - throw in a headband with "Y/N's boyfriend" too if it helps!", he tried to pry a smile out of you.

"Don't be silly", you playfully shoved his chest before holding his hands in yours, "I honestly have no idea what to do, but I know I want it to stop without putting our jobs on the line", you pouted.

"Maybe an Instagram post from us then? Something chilled but serious enough so anyone can get the hint - and I wouldn't mind arriving into the paddock with you in the morning", your boyfriend suggested.

"Oscar, I have to be there way earlier than you need to", you argued.

"Then I'll be there earlier, I'll have breakfast there with you and we'll spend more time together in front of everyone - as much as you feel comfortable with", Oscar offered you an assuring smile, "I don't want anyone else the way I want you, I don't love anyone the way I love you, Y/N".

Smiling at the honesty and safety he was transmitting you, you kissed his lips, starting with small pecks before one last long kiss, letting your foreheads touch as you pulled away, "thank you, Osc, I love you".

The next morning, reporters were surprised when they saw the McLaren driver show up in the paddock so early, his hand laced in yours as they asked a couple of questions.

"My girlfriend had to come in earlier, so I thought I'd join her and see a little bit of the preparations", Oscar replied before you continued to walk to the McLaren hospitality.

"Is it bring your boyfriend to work day?", Anna asked after her usual morning greeting.

"He's always with me at work though", you squinted before giggling, "but I really need people to know he's mine and that I'm here!", you half joked.

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Ngl i love my fursona

#talking abt phone call #i redesigned her a little while ago and shes so fun to draw….. #gave her a mullet and made her calico flavor and i love her so much now #i want to finish digital art of her but i havent used my tablet since i moved in #and i havent had much time alone when im not studying #also i have to join a zoom class in 3 minutes because my english prof got covid. so fucked up #speaking

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Seeing Double

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: A ghost who looks a lot like Phantom comes to him in search of protection, and their newest member instantly agrees. He calls her his little sister, and sooner or later, Phantom also might end up with a new brother.

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For the past few weeks, Danielle had been staying in the Cave. After explaining the full story to Red Tornado, some of the details unknown to them for some reason, and he spoke with Batman, their friend’s clone had been given permission to live there. As long as she trained and or some sort of education. This was definitely acceptable to both ghosts. Danielle had started training, and not just with Phantom, and her brother would teach her a thing or two when they weren’t training.

Most of his lessons consisted of scenarios where she’d need to try to patch herself up incase she needed to, which she apparently didn’t know as well as he did. It was interesting how similar ectoplasm was to blood when it came to wounds. She wasn’t allowed on missions, though. That should’ve been obvious, but it actually surprised Danielle. It took a bit of arguing and convincing from Phantom to get her to understand, but she reluctantly stayed behind. She was bitter for a while and took her training a little more seriously after that. Overall, she was a great addition to her friend group.

At the moment, it was around 8:02 PM and Danielle was helping Megan cook dinner. Phantom was doing some kind of assignment on the couch with Conner sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Danielle moved around to catch the items and put them on the counter as Megan used her telekinesis to pull them from the fridge and pantry. Danielle nearly missed grabbing the glass jar of sauce, but caught it and placed it down carefully.”And, that’s all we need!” Megan said. She turned around and smiled seeing the ingredients neatly placed on the island counter.”Thanks for your help, Danielle.” She said.

The young ghost smiled.”No sweat off my back. Now how is this one made?” She asked. She enjoyed watching Megan cook, as odd as the Martian thought it was, and she hadn’t seen her use this recipe yet. Megan took another look at the tablet.

She used her telekinesis to open a cabinet and pulled a medium bowl out of it. She set it on the table as she also got a measuring cup.”We need to stir the ricotta cheese, 1/2 cup parmesan cheese, and eggs in this bowl and then set it aside.” She said. Both her and Danielle started on that first step.

On the couch, it was pleasantly quiet. Both boys left each other to their thoughts. Phantom had a notebook in his lap and a textbook set on the arm of the couch. Both the textbook and his handwriting were in a language that Phantom just settled on calling “ghost speak” since he didn’t know what else to call it due to the actual name of the language being surprisingly difficult to translate to English. Megan took a really wild guess and said that it could be a difference between being dead and being alive that made the translation difficult.

Right now, he was focused on that while Conner took the time to think. He had some conflicted feelings about the situation. On one end, he was happy. He had someone to relate to a little better. He saw that there were actually people who had good relationships with their clones, even taking them under their wing. He was more convinced that there was a chance that if his original saw the way they interacted, he might do the same.

On the other hand, however, he was jealous. Conner didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but it was unfortunately true. He couldn’t even relate to Danielle on a level he wished he could because Phantom didn’t practically ignore her existence for her being his clone. It made him feel a little more alone than before. He also didn’t think that letting Superman meet Danielle was a good idea because Phantom was already mad at him because of what he said last time he was there.

He made the room’s temperature drop by around 20 degrees in a matter of seconds and didn’t take his eyes off the league member until he left. It was probably best to avoid both the argument that would undoubtedly happen between them and what he might say to Danielle if he found out she was also a clone.

“Are you okay?” Phantom spoke up. Conner blinked and turned to him.”Are you okay?” The ghost repeated. Conner nodded. This earned a look of suspicion from Phantom.

Oh. Right. The whole “smelling emotions” thing.

Conner briefly glanced back at the two girls chatting away, sharing stories about their experiences on Earth, then leaned in closer.”Are you going to let her meet Superman?” He asked in a hushed tone. Phantom’s gaze hardened.

He shook his head.”Absolutely not. I’d like to avoid it as much as possible.” He whispered. Conner was a little relieved to hear that. He opened his mouth again to tell him that he’d help him do that, but he was cut off.

“Hey, big bro? What happens if Megan eats ectoplasm?” Danielle called.

Phantom immediately shot up from the couch, knocking both his books and his pencil onto the floor.”No!!!” He instinctively shouted. He quickly flew over to Danielle and Megan to see if he needed to snatch anything from them. Megan laughed at him as he checked the counter. Conner couldn’t resist a small smile, either. It was pretty funny.

Danielle also laughed at him as Phantom realized there wasn’t any in the food or in their possession. He crossed his arms.”Ha, ha, very funny.” He said, obviously unimpressed. Danielle calmed down enough to speak.

“I know it’s funny! I wouldn’t actually give her ectoplasm.” She said. Phantom gave her a pretty disapproving look, but her smile didn’t falter.”I just wanted to annoy you.” She said. Phantom’s eyes widened and seemed more irritated than before. Danielle did her best not to laugh at him.

“You have five seconds to start running.” He said. The younger ghost quickly fled the room and Phantom waited, counting down from five out loud. Once he reached one, he went invisible and vanished from Megan’s and Conner’s sight.

Soon enough, they’d hear the pleading screams of a younger sibling being mercilessly chased by their older brother.

#not as long as I would’ve liked #but i still like how it turned out #dp x yj #yj conner #yj megan #yj #yj x dp #Danny phantom #danielle phantom #Danny phantom being a good big brother to Danielle #Seeing Double #danny phantom crossover #young justice crossover #comments are appreciated!

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A Monégasque Story ( Part 2 ) - Charles Leclerc

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.

Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...

Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.

After debating on my options for a while, I opted for a restaurant I saw while walking on the marina the other day. I've never been there, but the place look really pretty.

I grab my phone on the counter beside me to increase the volume, as my favorite song starts to play. 

I love the luminosity in this bathroom, and since my brother have one in his bedroom, it's a little bit like this one was mine.

 

Charles swiftly opens the bathroom door, stopping dead in his track as his eyes land on me. I’m eyeing him through the mirror, trying my best not to laugh at his facial expression.

He is barefoot, dress in a simple black pants and a white shirt, visibly in the process of being put on.

« What ? » I let out through a laugh, slowly but surely averting my gaze from his chest. 

He looks at me up and down. "And what are you doing exactly?" a teasing smile made its way on his face as he gets closer to the counter on which Im currently sitting. 

"My makeup." I state simply, knowing really well why he asked. 

He looks down at the makeup products all around me, then back to my eyes.

 

He gets even closer and put his hands on each side of my waist, giving it a squeeze, tickling me lightly.

i let out squeal in a fit of giggle, making him smile. "No shit princess, I can see that. What I want to know is, what you are doing in the sink ?" he says, still holding my waist. 

I maintain eyes contact through the reflection, trying to shake off the fact that my back is pressed against his bare chest.

 

"Well it's simple, that way im closer to the mirror and It help me to see what im doing better." I answer, smiling as I see him nod. 

"Well missy, you're taking all the space so make some room for me will you." I laugh and comply.

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In the car, Charles and Raphael start talking in the front. The music covering up most of their words making it really hard for me to follow the discussion. So after a while, I gave up on trying.

I watch then wind dancing in the leafs, The sweet melody of "never let me go by Florence + the machine" in the background as we drive on the coast. I walk here nearly everyday when Im home but at night it just hits different. 

I glance toward the front of the car, feeling eyes on me. I catch Charles” gaze in the rearview mirror. He’s eyeing me intently, not dropping the eyes contact a second when he sees me looking at him. 

I fell my heart skipping beats.

I avert my eyes from him, looking back to the window.

As if on clock, Raphael pull up in the parking lot, just in front of the restaurant.

I get out of the car, taking my bag on the seat beside me. We get in the restaurant, and one of the waiter immediately reach to us.

"Good evening" he greets with a warm smile. im not going to lie, he is really attractive, and tall. 

I smile up at him "Good evening, do you still have a table on the balcony please ?"

He checks on his tablet and nod "Sure a table for three on the balcony for the gorgeous lady coming right up" he says making me blush a little.

I fell Charles side glance on me.

I turn toward him as I hear him sight, only to see he was sending death glare to the waiter. His entire body was tense. 

Should I be ashamed to say that i liked his reaction ? Yeah probably.

But him being protective over me, it’s making me fell some type of way. 

We make our way outside, to our table. It has the prettiest view on the marina.

Maybe I'm getting good at choosing restaurant. 

The waiter pull a chair out for me, I smile up at him and sat down, whispering a thank you. He smile back.

My brother took a seat on the other side of the table beside Charles, who’s watching me intently like he’s on the verge of saying something, but he shook his head and sat down instead. 

The waiter took our command, but not without making Charles’ blood boil. 

I watch his reactions, trying to contain the smile making it's way on my lips. 

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I sip my drink slowly, chuckling as I listen to the guys fighting over a memory, apparently they don't share the same version.

"Mate I promise you, it never happened." Charles says laughing.

My brother sights, "Bro I wasn't that drunk, and im telling you there was a car. im sure I have a pics somewhere."

Raph gets his phone out of his pocket and began to search in his gallery.

I was there that night and there was indeed a car, but I don't say anything. Wanting to see Charles' reaction when discover his wrong on his suborn face. 

It was 5 years ago at a party my family organised.

They were about eighteen and drunk as heck after stealing alcohol from our parents.

Us and few other teenagers finished at the other end of the neighbourhood. And charles, my brother, Joris and other guys of their friend group broke into someone’s garden, where a Ferrari was parked.

The owner of the property called the police and they finished the night in jail.

"AH!" Raph exclaims showing his screen to Charles, who’s mouth hang open and the memories seem to rush back in his head.

"I was more drunk that I thought" he chuckled.

"My bad Raph, you were right." My brother shrugs "of course I was" he sass.

"it was so stupid to do that tho." 

Charles expression tell me to get ready to be tease. « like you never did something like that ever ? » I shook my head. 

« Well, we need to do something about that. If you haven’t done at least one stupid thing, you haven't lived." he states with a grin painted on his face. 

I playfully roll my eyes at him as he wink in my direction.

Charles' POV : 

I watch Y/n as she stand up and walk toward the bathroom, following her every move till she disappear inside the restaurant. 

Everything about her is captivating. The way she laugh for everything and try to hide it, but her lips can't help but break into a smile every time she hear a joke no matter how lame it is. 

How she always mindlessly reach for her bracelet when she's caught in her head or how her beautiful eyes always seem to flicker down when she's shying away. 

I love the way she never look at anybody in the eyes but she always seems to stare in mine. 

Some things doesn't change and I'm happy to discover that all of this never did. 

I quickly avert my eyes from the door, switching my attention to the waitress arriving with our plates. 

"Merci beaucoup" (Thank you so much.) Raphael say, as she dispose the plates in front of us.

"Vous avez besoin d'autre chose ?" (Do you need anything else ?) she ask kindly,

 I smile up at her "Merci, ça ira pour le moment" (Thank you, we're good for now) She nod "bon appétit."

as she walk away, Y/n reappear on the balcony, with a big smile on her face  "what got you smiling like that ?" Raphael asks laughing.

"I saw the desserts menus, It look so good" she let out excitedly.

I chuckle as she sits back down with hearts in her eyes.

We start eating, just talking and catching up on each other's life. Y/n's is telling us about her favorite place in Paris.

"There's this spot," she marks a pose, swallowing her bite before pursuing "it's hard to describe but it's a sort of café with books literally everywhere and it looks absolutely beautiful, I often go there in the afternoon after school to work and it just fells so magical" she explains, having a hard time contening the happiness in her voice. 

"And Daphné the older woman who owns the café, she sat with me the other day..." I admire the little dimples appearing as a smile appear on her face. "...Her husband worked in the automobile too you know." I raise a brow. "oh yeah?" She nods her head "for alpine."

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"No way he said that to you !" I exclam looking at Raphael with wide eyes. "He did, he so serious about it too" he let out in a laugh. 

"That's crazy mate" I say still chocked. 

Im interrupted by the waiter, coming back to clear the table.

He collect our plates starting by Y/n obviously.

"Est ce que je peux vous servir un dessert ?" (Would you want some dessert ?) He ask looking at her. Im not even sure he's aware that there are other people around this table at this point with how little attention he give to Raphael and I. 

She smile up at him politely. "Je voudrais bien une tarte au citron s'il vous plait. Vous voulez quelque chose ?" ( I would really like a key lime pie please. Do you guys want something ?) she say turning to us.

"Je vais prendre une tarte a la fraise." ( Im going to take a strawberry pie.) Raphael say then reach to the water bottle in the middle of the table.

"Et une mousse au chocolat s'il vous plait. "And I'll go with a chocolate mousse please" I say sending a tight smile at the waiter. 

"Oh I was hesitating between that and the pie, it looks so good too." Y/n say looking at me with a proud look, making me chuckle.

"Donc une tarte au citron, une tarte a la fraise et une mousse au chocolat. Ce sera tout pour vous ?" (Ok so a strawberry pie, a key lime pie and a chocolate mousse do you need anything else ?)

 "No we're ok thank you very much." 

When the dessert arrive, 5 minutes later. I immediately see Y/n glance at my chocolate mousse. I smile at myself knowing very well that im going to score points with my next move.

Y/N's POV :

After asking for the tab, we make our way out of the restaurant really satisfied.

Honestly the all thing was so good but the desserts…incredible.

Charles as been the kindest by letting me taste his chocolate mousse, well we actually ended up sharing it because it was too good.

It might be updated as my favorite restaurant.

The temperature outside is so cozy, it’s windy but not chilly, it’s the perfect summer weather.

I turn toward the guys "Do you want to go home now or are we still doing something ?"

Charles give me a questioning look “what do you want to do ?”

Well I don’t know, I’m just not ready to go home yet.

My brother check is watch, “how about we walk on the marina for a little while then ?”

I smile at him, happy that he understand what I mint, “Charles is it ok for you ?”

He smile “Fine by me.” He put his hand on the small of my back leading me to the car.

He open the door for me, waiting patiently till im well installed before closing it.

The drive took us toward 6mn, I’m not sure it was necessary to take the car, but at the same time I wouldn’t have appreciated the walk back with all those slopes.

We start walking, admiring the view, when a guy run by, “hey Charles” he say sending a little wave our way before continuing his workout.

“Do you really get recognise by everyone here ?” I ask him a bit curious about how it all works out.

He chuckled “Well not by everyone, or at least not everyone make it known but I don’t know, it depends of the places I guess,” Charles say as he come to a stop.

"Do you guys want to take a quick trip." He says looking at his boat.

Charles put the key into the ignition, starting the boat.

"Do you want to steer ?" he ask me.

"No not really it’s too dark." I was quick to answer. Not wanting to admit that I still don’t know how drive a boat, even if I own a bunch of them.

Once we’re far enough from the coast. We get confortable on the desk fournitures with some drinks.

“Joris told me that you run into THE tifosy at the bakery the other day” Raphael tell Charles.

Charles laugh as he seem to recall the moment. “Yeah I did, it was pretty funny actually, they are so kind”

I look between the two of them, not getting the discussion.

“It’s a group of fan that we meet, I think 2 years ago in monza. We we’re in the same restaurant, and we end up eating together, and it was really to get to know fan, and have a real discussion.” He say with a little smile. I love when he make that face it’s so cute.

“How is Joris by the way, It’s been a while since we talked, I need to meet up with him ! “ I ask genuinely curious.

Charles look at me a bit perplexed “He’s okay ?" He say, the words sounding more like a question than an affirmation.

"When did you guys last met up ?" He ask, curiosity written all over his face.

I"I don’t really remember, a week ago maybe." I answer, not thinking much of it.

He shift in his seat "I didn’t know you guys were still hanging out."

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We decided to spend the night on the boat after realising how late it was.

There’s two cabins so Charles and Raphael are sharing one and I have my own.

I get in the shower and turn on the water, letting it heat up a little.

I try to remove my makeup the best I can with the shower gel. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than not.

Once Im done brushing my teeth with one of the numerous toothbrush kit displayed in the drawer, i open the door.

I directly feel the fresh air of the hallway hitting my still hot skin.

Charles gets out of his room at the same time. His head down, looking at his phone. I remember what im wearing when he look up.

He let his eyes linger down my body, still silent, i just hear the faint shaky breath that come out of his mouth. My towel isn't as long as I would have liked it to be right now. I try to push it down a little.

He clears his throat and gets past me, no word exchange as he closes the bathroom door behind him.

I let out a sight I didn't even know I was holding, all flustered. I open my bedroom door and close it right behind me slowly coming back to my senses.

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I open my eyes, stirring a little before immediately looking to my side searching for my phone.

2:30 am seriously ? I groan, felling the dryness of my throat. 

I puch the sheets away, getting up with little to zero motivation.

I quietly make my way to the kitchen trying to not make any sound as I open the cabinets.

As I finish filling my glass, I hear some sound coming from downstairs. 

Next thing I know the tall figure of Charles make his way to me. 

"Can't sleep ?" he ask taking the water pichet from my hand serving himself a glass. 

I nod, looking at him. 

I puch myself from the counter, the kitchen feeling a little to small for us two.

I make my way to the deck, sitting on one of the deckchair.

Charles take his glass in hand and do exactly the same I just did, siting by my side.

We look up at the sky full of stars. It never ever fail to amaze me how it happens every night, and still manage to look unique. 

The city lights shining , showing us the life happening all around. There's something so peaceful and reassuring in the air. Like time was slower.

Every single one of this little lights we’re admiring, are houses with peoples doing exactly the same as us, trying to have 60 seconds of calm. 

I fell Charles eyes on me so I turn to look at him. We maintain eyes contact for a second.

"What ?" I finally let out, intimidated by his attention. He smirk then shrugs. "Nothing. Just admiring you." he say casually. 

I fell the blood rush into my cheeks and I quickly look away, to worked up by his words. He chuckle taking my hand in his. 

I look back at him not really sure of what was happening. He draw shape on my hand with his thumb and look up at me.

"Do you remember when we where little, we drew stuff on each other skin and we had to guess what it was ?" He say, his movement on my skin never stopping. 

"Yeah I do remember ! And I also remember that you loved to draw random stuff that where completely impossible to guess." I tease.

He raise his brows at me. "It wasn't impossible you just weren't good enough at this game to find out what it was."

I laugh, "Oh yeah, so drawing a car motor isn't weird according to you ?" I tell him smiling at the memories. 

"Not at all." He say not even slightly convinced by himself, making me laugh. 

"Ok, how about, you give me a second chance to prove you I'm good at drawing ?" He say confidently putting his glass down beside him. "show me what you got." 

I look away from our hands and he began to move is thumb delicately on my palm, a focused look on his face. I try not to fidget at the slight touch, tickling my skin. 

After a while he looking up at me expectantly. "So, your guess ?"

To be honest I didn't pay any attention to it so I have no idea what to say. So I decided to give a wild guess "hmm, a rose ?" I state sounding more like a question then intended. 

He chuckled, "Nope, it was a snowman ! See you're no good at this." He tease with a growing smirk on his face. 

I roll my eyes, trying to suppress a smile from my lips. "give me your hand." I say and he willingly give me his hand "bossy."

I try to think of an idea as quickly as possible, Charles wait patiently looking at the stars. "Ok, close your eyes." I ask once I found my drawing. He did as I say and I process to draw the form on his hand.

I take my time, giving my best. He open his eyes and look at me a grin plastered on his lips, " I think I know." My eyes brow furrowed. "how do you mean ? I only did it once." He shrugs. 

"Ok, give me your impression ?" I say, thinking there no way he got it right the first time. "a treble clef !" He say confidently. 

My mouth hang open. How did he ?  His grin just get bigger and bigger. "I give up." I say raising both my hand in the air, making him chuckled.

"your not that bad" he say sarcasm drolling from his word as he pull me against him. I immediately relax into his hold. "sure." I sight against my neck rolling his eyes, putting my arms around him.

"Tu m'as manquer." (I missed you.) he whispered in my ear, I shiver feeling his hot breath against my skin. "Toi aussi." ( I missed you too.) I whisper back and he squeeze me lightly.

I can't help but smile. I missed this so much. Our relationship have always been so precious for me. It's like we were still ten in my garden, like we never leaved.

To be continued….

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Carry Your Heart: Danny's Arc Part 1

So I've collected all my snippets from the 1000 follower ask game (and added 800+ words). So enjoy the next part of Carry Your Heart!

Story Summary: Danny meets a ghost, Jason, in the Realms one day when cursing out Chaucer and Mr. Lancer both. Jason is determined to make him see the error of his ways.

And it turns out he can offer his help in more than just English.

They get closer and closer. Then they have their first kiss. Jason, still haunted by his own death, isn't willing to date Danny if he can't grow up by his side. He doesn't want to hold his boyfriend back or face their inevitable breakup when Danny gets too old for him. And he misses his family more than he can say.

He goes to seek out Desiree to make a wish.

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Danny floated back and forth—pacing without legs—in front of the door to the examination room. Frostbite was in there with Jason. Other yetis rushed in and out, most able to spare him nothing more than a sympathetic look as they hurried off to get some medicine or another expert or a new device.

He just wanted to know.

What had happened to Jason? He’d been fine the last time they’d seen each other. It’d been perfect. Jason had enjoyed the date and even kissed him and he was supposed to be there again today. He just wanted his boyfriend.

He landed heavily on the floor, and buried his face in his knees, back pressed against the wall just waiting for someone, anyone, to tell him anything.

But it was hours more before Frostbite came out. And when he did, his face was grim.

“I’m sorry, great one. We cannot determine what has happened to your companion nor how to help him.”

Danny core stuttered, and he launched himself at the yeti, wrapping him in a hug. “No, you have to be able to do something. Please. He can’t—” His breath caught. He wouldn’t finish the sentence. Voicing it would make it true.

Frostbite hugged him back, his thick arms and fur made his hugs the most comforting ones Danny had ever felt. “We will, of course, continue to research Jason’s condition and try new treatments. However…”

Danny tensed and sniffed, trying to keep himself from succumbing to tears again. “However?”

“Jason is a fire core. The Far Frozen is not an appropriate environment for him while he is in such a delicate state. A few hours, even a day or so, every few weeks will not hurt and will allow us to try new therapies. But he will not thrive if he stays here longer than that.”

Danny lost the fight and cried into his mentor’s chest. Where else could he take Jason? Where would he be safe? What would happen if he brought him home and his parents found him? Would they even recognize what he was?

Before too long, though, Danny pulled away. “Will he be safe here for just a bit longer? I need to go home. See if, see if I can keep him safe.”

“Of course, Great One. We will watch over your friend for as long as you need us to. And we will prepare a heated chamber for him to rest in. But I urge you to return quickly.”

Danny nodded. “I will. Will he… Does he understand what’s going on? Can I say goodbye?”

Frostbite stepped back and placed a giant paw on Danny’s back. “We do not know what he may be aware of while he is in this state. But you are, of course, welcome to say your goodbyes. If he is aware, I am certain he will appreciate them.”

Frostbite led him into the room. Jason, appearing as a mostly blackened coal, his fire only barely visible deep in his core, was floating over a pedestal, three other yetis around him taking notes on tablets.

“The Great One wishes to speak to his suitor,” announced Frostbite when they entered. “Please give them some privacy.”

The yetis all murmured their agreements and filed out, each wishing luck and good health and condolences to Danny as they did.

“I shall be just outside. Take as long as you need.”

“Is there anything I should know? Will I hurt him if I touch him or anything?”

Frostbite shook his head. “Be gentle, of course, but there is little you can do by accident that will worsen his condition.” He patted Danny on the head, then followed his people out of the room.

For a minute, Danny was frozen. Jason was just a few feet away, but Danny couldn’t bring himself to move closer. He didn’t want to do this. Why did this have to happen now? When things were finally going well for him?

Danny sniffed again and floated forward. “Hey, Jay,” he started. “Um, Frostbite says that he and his yetis can’t figure out what happened or how to help you.” Danny’s voice cracked, but he kept going. “I’m… I’m gonna do what I can to help you. Find the people or medicine that can help.” He reached out a hand and gently brushed the edge of Jason’s core. “I just… I need to make sure I can keep you safe, first. I’m gonna, I’m gonna tell my parents. And if, when, they accept me, I’m gonna come back for you and bring you home.

“And then my parent’s can help find a cure for you, too. They’re brilliant, you know,” Danny choked back a sob. “With them and Frostbite working together? We’ll have you fixed up right away. So hang tight, okay? I’ll be back for you soon.” Danny leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to Jason’s core. The surface was rough; after pulling away, he rubbed at his lips, half expecting to see soot on his gloves. But they were clean. With a sigh, he turned and left the room, only glancing back once when he got to the door.

“Great One, are you ready to depart?” asked Frostbite from the hall.

Danny peeled his eyes away from his boyfriend and nodded. “Yeah. I am. I’ll be back soon, though. I promised.”

“I have full faith in you. I wish you safe travels.”

Danny gave a half-smile. “Thanks. I just need to make sure I have a safe place to take him. Once I confirm that, I’ll be back to collect Jason.”

“I shall have sentries posted to watch for your return.”

With one last thanks, Danny left.

The trip to the portal seemed both endless and like it was over in no time. Rumors had spread from the mad dash he’d taken to the Far Frozen and no one bothered him on his return.

And then he was in front of the portal. With a deep breath, he turned invisible and crossed over. His parents weren’t in the lab. Good. That meant he had a few minutes. He could get Jazz, let Sam and Tucker know what had happened. Prepare for what was going to come next.

He transformed and made his way upstairs. No parents in the living room or kitchen.

“Jazz?” he called out.

Footsteps echoed from upstairs, then Jazz was hanging over the railing. “Danny! Welcome back. You were gone quite a while. Get up to trouble with your boyfriend?” she grinned at him.

Danny didn’t know what expression he made at her innocent question, but Jazz’s smile disappeared.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny opened his mouth, then closed it again. Where did he even start? He rubbed at his eyes and focused on just breathing. “Jay, he’s… Something happened, Jazz.”

Suddenly Jazz was in front of him and hugging him tight. “It’s okay, Danny. We’ll figure it out. What happened?”

He clutched at her shirt, just trying to keep from breaking down in tears again. “Jason, he… He’s in a coma, Jazz. Frostbite and his doctors can’t figure out what happened or how to fix him.”

Jazz ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Danny. I’m so sorry. I’m sure they’ll figure it out, though. They’re the experts.”

Danny shook his head. “They can’t keep him there. It’s the Far Frozen and Jason has a fire core. It’s not safe for him to be there when he’s so weak, Frostbite said.”

Jazz let out a steady breath and squeezed tighter. “What are you going to do?”

Danny pulled away. “Jason is trapped as just his core. I can’t leave him in the Far Frozen and there’s no one else I trust to be able to keep him safe. I have to keep him here, with me.”

Jazz bit her lip. “Danny…”

Danny held up his hand. “I know what you’re thinking. If mom and dad found a ghost core in my room or my backpack? No. I’m not going to risk Jason like that. So I have to tell them. Once they know, they’ll accept me. And I’ll convince them that Jason is harmless and it’ll be fine. It’ll be just fine.” Danny clutched his hands into fists and crossed his arms to hide the fact that he was shaking. His parents would accept him.

They had to.

Jazz stared at him for a long moment and Danny had no clue as to what she was thinking. But then she sighed and ran a hand through her own hair. “Okay. Okay, we’ll do this your way. It’ll be fine. You’re right. But we’re getting Sam and Tucker here first and we’re putting together a go-bag. We’re not going to need it. But we’ll have it.”

Danny forced a smile. “We’re not going to need it.”

“Now, text your friends. Mom and Dad will be home in an hour or two.”

Danny did as told. As soon as he hit send, his phone started vibrating with two incoming calls. He hesitated just a moment before answering as a three-way call. “Jason’s been hurt,” he said, interrupting their shouted questions. “He’s been forced into his core. Frostbite can’t figure out how to help him and since he’s a fire core, he can’t stay in the Far Frozen. I want to bring him back here and keep him safe with me—”

“But your parents,” finished Sam.

“Yeah.” Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “So I’m gonna tell them. Can you come?”

“Of course, dude!” exclaimed Tucker. “Almost out the door now. I’ll be there in ten.”

“It’ll be twenty for me,” said Sam. Then she hummed. “Maybe thirty. There’s some things I want to get, just in case.”

“Thanks, Sam, Tucker.”

“You should know by now,” said Tucker, “you don’t even have to ask with us.”

“Yeah, dummy, we’ve got your back. Be there soon as I can.”

Danny hung up and gave Jazz another shaky smile. “They’re on their way. Tucker will be here in ten, Sam might take a bit longer because she wants to grab some things.”

Jazz nodded. “Good. I’m going to start putting together your go-bag. Is your backpack in your room?”

Danny nodded and Jazz ran up the stairs. He followed her at a walk, trying to ignore the way his heart was beating hard in his chest or the way his knees felt like they were going to give out with every step. His parents loved him, they did.

It was going to be fine. He’d tell them, they’d hug him, and he’d go get Jason and come home.

When he got to his room, Jazz had dumped all his school books and binders and papers out of his backpack and was raiding the first aid kit under his bed to transfer as much of it as she could into the bag.

“There you are, get two large water bottles and all the breakfast bars from the pantry. And whatever other food you can find that is both high-calorie and easy to pack.”

He turned and walked back downstairs. Nothing felt real, he almost felt numb and he couldn’t muster up the urgency Jazz had as he sifted through the pantry and grabbed the water bottles.

That was how Tucker found him, staring at the pantry with a stack of snacks on the counter next to him.

“You doing okay?” he asked.

Danny just shrugged and pulled out a box of cereal. He tasted some; it was stale. He put it back.

Tucker pulled him into a hug. “Hey, there, Danny. It’s going to be okay. Frostbite will be able to help Jason, and we’ll be by your side as you talk to your parents.”

Danny hugged Tucker back, trying to just keep his breath steady and his hands from shaking. “Jazz is upstairs. We should go.”

“I’ll help you carry everything. And I’ve got some jerky to add to the pile, meat is the most important food group, after all!”

That finally caught his attention and he pulled away with a small smile. “I won’t need it, you know. Jazz is just being paranoid.”

Tucker frowned, but didn’t contradict him. “Then let’s go make her feel better.”

“Okay.”

“Also!” exclaimed Tucker. “I’ve got a new phone for you. This one uses ectoplasm to connect to my devices and from there, can connect to anyone else. It should work even in the Realms.”

That finally broke through some of the numbness surrounding Danny. He cracked a small, but sincere, smile. “You’ll have to explain to me how you managed that.”

Tucker laughed and immediately launched into his explanation as they brought the food back upstairs to join Jazz.

Jazz gave them a tight smile when they walked in. “Hey, Tucker. What did you get, Danny?”

“Like you said, all the protein and breakfast bars. Tuck’s got some jerky he can add to the pile.” And last, Danny dropped the box of cosmic brownies. “And I grabbed these, too. No one else will eat them.”

Jazz stared at the brownies for a long time, and Danny thought she was going to scold him for grabbing something frivolous. But she shook her head and packed them without comment. “Thanks, Tucker,” she said when she grabbed the bag of jerky next.

“Tucker made me a phone,” said Danny. “One that should work, even in the Realms. He was just telling me about it.”

This time, Jazz’s smile was much more genuine. “Really? How’s that work?”

“So, as I was telling Danny, the phone is connected to my computer through ectoplasm. It took a long time to figure out how to do it, but they will always be connected to each other now. Then, through my computer, it can connect to other computers or even the phone network. Gives it access to the internet and cell towers and your service will be as good as mine.”

Jazz shook her head. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Tucker blushed. “Uh, well. It’s really not a big deal.”

Jazz held up a hand. “No, it is a big deal. Thank you.”

Danny looked around his room, cataloging all his belongings. His skateboard leaned against the wall next to his bed. The model rockets on his bookshelf. Then his eyes landed on his old, beat-up copy of Canterbury Tales. He walked over as Jazz and Tucker continued to talk and took down the book.

He flipped it open and was faced with the comments Jason and he’d written in the margins. Jason, cheering on the Wife of Bath or scoffing at the Knight. Jason, using modern slang to improve the old-fashioned translation. Jason, doodling a little star when Danny finally got something on his own.

He blinked and a tear tracked down his face, then another. He wiped at his cheeks and closed the book. “Jazz,” he said as he sat next to them on the floor, “pack this, too.”

“Danny…” she started as she saw the book. But then she took in his expression and she sighed. “Of course. I managed to get two outfit changes in your bag, four pairs of boxers. A good amount of medical supplies. And all the food you brought up. We’ll get the book in there, too. Anything else you’ll need?”

Downstairs, the front door slammed and all three of them tensed.

“Just me!” shouted Sam, followed by the sound of her combat boots echoing on the stairs.

Jazz let out a relieved laugh and the rest of them relaxed.

“I got what I wanted to give you!” said Sam as she pushed her way into the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She tossed a wallet to Jazz who opened it and gasped.

“Sam, this is too much!”

Sam shrugged. “I’ve been saving it up. My parents won’t even notice, just had to stop by an ATM on the way here.” She flopped onto the ground and wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulders. “So how are we gonna do this?”

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I am so sorry for asking this a second time if you've already seen it, but I think Tumblr went and gobbled up the original and I didn't get it back :p Hope this isn't a bother, but...

You mentioned at one point that you work as a storyboard artist, and I got all curious about that since it's basically my dream job! I wanted to ask, what's it like being a storyboard artist? Do you have coworkers, or work within a building with a couple other people, or is it a work-at-home kind of job? Are the deadlines hard to reach or are the manageable? Do you need certain equipment for this job or can you use any drawing/art program as long as its functional?

I have a few more questions but they're a bit more "Personal," (monetary junk that you probably don't wanna answer) so I'll save them for the actual job interview. Decided to re-ask this now since you're shadow-banned (Never knew what that meant until like 6 hours ago) and asks are easier to receive. Hope the ban gets lifted soon btw because I am IN LOVE with your comics! They never fail to make me smile.

Okay thanks for reading and answering if you do and sorry for bothering you with the same question twice I must ascend to the heavens now kk baiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-

I'm..hahah...so..hahahahhasnfkgn

Let me put on my clown costume real quick

So~ About my storyboarding experience~

I can tell you about it, but if you speak fluent English, your experience is likely to be VERY different from mine.

Because in my country the animation industry is practically dead.

So...haha yeah...my situation is a little unconventional I guess.

Basically, I have nothing.

No office, no co-workers, no requirements for the programs I use.

I kind of...work sitting on my bed with a tablet on my lap because I don't even have a fucking table lmao. Deadlines were really hard to meet when I first started, but after a year on the job I've learned to draw five times faster and it's no longer an issue.

My goal now is to learn English well enough to find a job in any country that isn't mine. And I have absolutely no idea what it looks like to work at a studio that pays you in dollars, not leaves :т

#I'll buy myself a table #When summer comes #Because I live in the woods #and it would be hard for me to bring a table home through all the snow and ice #God #it looks like I made it up.

[midnighmoonligh]

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Gender Neutral ; They/Them ; little

König ;; He/Him ;; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, COD yk.

Sleep anxiety, general anxiety, & lil violence (you hitting)

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Plot Summary

Y/N is stressed and struggling to regress, so after asking König for help he takes a crack at being a cg for you.

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You have been having trouble regressing for a few weeks now. You rarely went to other people, but after confessing to your Colonel, König, that you are an age regressor during a mission, he always offered to help. Sometimes, when things on base were slow, he would even do small things to encourage you to regress. Usually you just laughed at him and teased him for it.

König had been noticing you struggling to be little and relax. After a particularly hard mission, you showed up in his office. You gently pushed open the door after knocking softly. As usual, you waited until you were given the okay before coming in. Once in, you gently shut the door behind yourself. The noise made the large man look up from the tablet on his desk. At first, he looked confused but quickly his expression relaxed when realizing it was just you. König didn't mind, though, was definitely awkward.

" What is up? " he asked hesitantly, words thick with his usual German accent. His english has improved lately, on the bright side.

" König... " you trailed off hesitantly, nervously even. You fidgeted with your hands as you walked towards the desk. You stopped once in front of it. " Could, uh, could you help me regress? I feel awful and just... need it, " you did your best to voice what you needed.

König clearly was surprised by it too. Even so, he couldn't help but smile under his mask. He wasn't trying to push you into him caring for you, as much as he really wanted to these days. He was definitely cherishing the moment, to say the least. He turned off the tablet in his hands so it would lock then pulled himself to sit up better.

" Of course, " he replied quickly, not wanting you to over think more than you, clearly, already had.

You gave a short nod. Then the space became so awkward. You sat down into the chair across from him and just stared at the floor nervously. You could feel bus eyes burn into you. The room was tense with anxiety from the both of you.

" So, " he finally spit out after a long silence. " What... can I do to, um, help? "

" I don't... really know, " you replied hesitantly. Slowly, you moved to bring your legs up onto the chair. They pressed against your chest as you hugged them close. " I've tried everything that normally works, but they didn't work, " you voiced sadly.

" Hmm, " König leaned back in his chair and studied you. His blue eyes seemed to scan your head to toe. " Do you think it was the mission? " he asked as he rubbed his chin. " Are you stressed about more things than ususal? "

You couldn't read him. He seemed to show genuine interest, and want to help you, but his tone was so flat. It was quite different than speaking to a counselor... You chewed on the inside of your cheek, eyes keeping on the floor to sooth your anxiety.

" I don't know, " you mumbled, repeating the phrase once more. You didn't know why you were having a hard time regressing lately. It bothered you.

König sighed before speaking, " We can always try a few things. If it doesn't work, we will try something else. "

He went to his desk and shuffled around some papers. He then turned back and looked at you. It made you feel guilty for interrupting him mid work day.

" Do you like anything in particular? " he asked as he returned to his chair. " Are you sensitive to sounds, light and smells? Or are you particular about the things you need? "

His face was quite neutral, but he looked concerned. You let out a short hum as you thought about what he had asked.

" I don't like loud sounds, " you told him, though it wasn't an uncommon thing. Let alone on the base. " I don't know, sorry. Just, hard to focus, " you admit as you sank down into your chair further.

König nodded his head, seemingly making sense of it all. He was not a stranger to concentration problems. " Hmmm, " he mumbled as he thought over some things.

He went over to a cabinet and pulled out a few items. A small, fluffy rabbit stuffed animal, some colouring sheets, a few markers and a small blanket. You were surprised when König pulled out the items. Apart of you wanted to ask why he had these things, let alone where he got them from. Thankfully, you decided to keep those questions to yourself instead. König brought these over to you and pushed them into your hands.

" I'll stay around in case you need help, " he said as he sat back down in his chair. " Tell me if you need anything, okay? "

You set the coloring stuff into the desk before tugging the blanket around yourself. It was warm and cozy, making you smile.

" Okay, " you mumbled as you looked through the coloring sheets with a bored expression. You eventually picked one, coloring despite not being regressed. You hoped it would help, which is why you were trying. It was better than not trying at all.

Despite seeming quite confused when you began to color despite not being regressed, König made no comment. He didn't went to discourage you from trying at all. He watched you and even brought his chair closer, seeming to try to offer comfort and support. You looked over when hearing König move closer. Though your attention soon returned back to coloring. Your head was placed in the palm of your hand, elbow against the arm rest of the chair.

A long moment passed as you colored. Eventually, he spoke up after glancing at the clock on the wall. " Is this helping? " he finally asked. " Are you any closer to regressing? "

" Not really, " you admitted, but didn't stop what you were doing.

König nodded slowly and sighed once more. You weren't sure if he was just trying to help you or genuinely curious. Still, he stayed close, leaning back and tapping his fingers quietly on the arm rest of his chair.

He watched you a little longer before speaking up again. " How long has it been since you regressed? " he asked you curiously.

" Mm, maybe a month? " you recalled. You closed the cap of the marker and set it down in defeat. Your hands fell into your lap afterward.

" Had a mission for two weeks... obviously couldn't then. Then we got back and I just, couldn't I guess, " you struggled to explain.

He had heard of regressors being unable to regress for long periods of time, but it was still unfortunate that you hadn't been able to.

" Hmm, " König murmured to himself as he thought. " Maybe... " the words left his mouth, but he seemed to lose his train of thought and remained silent.

He thought a little longer; " Maybe you are just, um, needing some attention? " he finally said; looking at you with a somewhat awkward expression. You smiled and snorted at König's words. They were cute and sweet.

" I don't know anymore, I've genuinely tried everything I could, " you sighed, but a content smile kept on your face.

" I understand, " König reassured as he slowly nodded his head again. He was starting to wonder if your inability to regress was his fault, or something.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He didn't mind you being in his office, but he also understood that you had a job to do outside. You fidgeted with your hands quietly while your eyes watched the coloring book. It wasn't really helping, but you liked looking at it. The pages were very cool in a pleasing way, even for your adult mind. König really had picked a good coloring book.

" Is there... anything else I can try doing? " the larger man spoke up, body language awkward but he really wanted to help you.

" I don't know, I'm sorry, " you sputtered out an apology quickly.

" No need to apologize, " he said softly, putting his hand up. He hesitated to speak, a slight frown crossing his face. " I would like to see you after you are off-duty, " König said after a long moment.

You blinked a few times before nodding. You knew König had work to do, which made you feel bad for getting in the way. Carefully you pulled yourself to sit up. Your fingers fidgeted with the blanket he had given you.

He shifted in his chair, moving his hands into his pockets. " I would be happy to help you try to regress... "

" Okay, I can do that, " you agreed to meet König later when they were both off-duty.

" Are you free around 5? " he asked in a soft tone. " I'll be by your room... "

He didn't know how he had become your caregiver; at first you had only mentioned having social anxiety and you both had bonded over having that in common. Then, later at a very awkward time, you had told him you regressed. König still didn't know how to process it. A part of him wanted to protect you and help you. Another wanted to take care of all your problems for you. His heart skipped a beat.

König was probably just being dramatic.

" Should be, " you nodded softly at the offer of a time frame. Hesitantly, you got up from the chair. You folded the blanket gently before setting it across the backing of the chair you had been sitting it.

" I guess, see you at five then? " you sheepishly spoke as a sort of goodbye.

" Yes, " he nodded. König sat quietly in the chair and watched you leave.

" Until then... " he mumbled to himself before picking up a pen and doodling on one of the many sheets of paper on his desk. He didn't know what to make of you; that you regressed, needed his help and seemed to like his company.

Most people didn't like him or his company. The times they needed it was for work anyways. König let out a long sigh. He promised himself, internally, that he wouldn't mess this up.

***

Soon the time hit five pm and you were waiting for König in your room as you both had agreed. You left your door unlocked, sitting on your bed messing with a plushie in your hands. The soft texture easily rolled through your hands as you petted it. You weren't really sure what to do with your stuffies when you weren't regressed. You could admit, however, that it made you feel guilty for neglecting them in s way.

König arrived in front of your door at precisely 5 o'clock. This was the first time he had entered you room alone, so he was somewhat nervous. He cleared his throat and gave a light knock. Then he spoke, his voice quiet and nervous.

" Y/N... may I please come in? " he asked. He felt so nervous he was worried he'd trip into something or hit his head on a doorframe.

" It's unlocked, " you called in reply, not bothering to get up as you had made yourself very comfortable.

The doorknob of your room slightly turned and König peeked into the room. König was still in uniform, but it was clear this was after the workday by the way he carried himself. He looked more tired than usual, more expressive too.

" Hallo, " he greeted softly. His eyes wandered the room after he finally stepped into it. The door softly clicked shut behind him. He didn't have the same cold aura as usual, but his tone was still rather flat.

You looked up from the plush in your hands when hearing König's voice. You blinked a few times before giving a small wave to greet him. König slowly entered the room and just stood there in the middle of the room rather awkwardly. He had no idea where to go or what to do. He fiddled with his fingers, his expression staying as it was.

" Do you mind if I sit? " he asked after a moment of silence.

" Have at it, " you mumbled while fidgeting with the plush. The blankets were lazily thrown over you, but only enough to cover your waist. You couldn't really make up your mind if you were hot or cold, so you had compromised with this.

König nodded once and moved towards the bed, sitting down on its edge. His hands rested in his lap and he didn't speak.He watched you play with the plushie, not sure what else to do. After a few seconds, he spoke up finally.

" So, er, you said that you couldn't regress, um, on your own? "

You knew he was really trying, which meant a lot to you. As the topic of conversation came up, you slowly pulled yourself to sit up. You rubbed at your eyes when gently setting the plush aside.

" Yeah, I've been tryin' an stuff but nothing's working. "

" Hmm... " he thought out loud before leaning back in his seat slightly. " Have you tried the normal triggers? Or some other ways of regressing? "

He tilted his head to the side. " I understand that it can be frustrating, " he offered as he watched you.

" We can try different things, if you want. But you should be able to relax, not force yourself to regress. "

You sighed heavily. You knew König was right, you couldn't force yourself to regress as much as you wanted to. You carefully shifted to sit comfortably, feeling a little anxious.

" Yeah, I've tried the usual things that help already, " you told König with a heavy, pretty frustrated, sigh. " I've looked up what other people recommend but it's just... not working. "

He nodded and looked down at the floor for a moment, as if considering something.

Then he looked at you. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, making you give a short smile back out of reassurance. It almost looked like he was holding back a lot of words.

A few moments passed and König finally spoke up, his tone sounding surprisingly soft and sweet. " Would you like... help? To feel little? "

" Please, " you asked in a soft, but clearly desperate, tone while your hands gripped at the sheets pooled in your lap.

He smiled a little wider and scooted to sit closer to you. His voice had become so soft and gentle and he didn't know where it was coming from.

He reached out a hand and gently touched your head. " You are safe... " he said while keeping his hand on your head.

" You did a good job on the mission, " König continued. " And I am here to take care of you. You don't need to be tough right now. "

He reached his arms out to you after a few moments. The action was simply asking for a hug, you knew that very well. You blinked a few times as you looked at his arms. You were surprised, but not sure as to why.

" Come here, " König said, his tone remaining strangely soft and sweet.

His heart was racing, but if he couldn't help you regress for your own sake, he would help you feel little by other means; as a caregiver. You paused for a few seconds. After giving yourself a moment to process, you gave a short nor before shuffling yourself closer to him. You flopped right into his arms wordlessly.

König's face lit up at the gesture. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. It seemed like you were his little boy, now. He cradled you in his arms and played with your hair.

" Now listen to me, " he said softly in a more paternal tone. " You are in my care now... " his voice wasn't as flat or as cold as before. You could swear you heard his heart beating.

" I will help you be little. Okay? "

You curled up into König's arms and nuzzled into his chest. You liked being held, it was soothing. You let out a small breath while you allowed yourself to relax.

" Kay, " you mumbled quietly as you cuddled into him.

For a long moment he just held you. He felt very proud to be holding you. It felt like you trusted him more than he, honestly, had expected you to.

" I am going to hold you for as long as you need to feel safe, " he murmured softly.

" There is no rush. Just, um, tell me what you need. Okay, little one? "

" I'm okay, " you mumbled. Then you shifted in König's arms.

You reached out and grabbed the stuffie you had been playing with when König had walked into the room. You pulled it close and hugged it, leaning into his chest more as you settled back down. His body felt warm when you rested your head on his chest. His hands remained gently wrapped around you.

" I don't know what I need or want right now, " you admitted quietly.

He hugged you even tighter and gently kissed the top of your head.

" As I said, " he muttered, " Relax. Try not to think too much, hm? "

König brushed against your hair with one hand, while his other held you close and rubbed against your back. It was quite a calming motion as it repeated over and over.

" Take your time, little one. "

You fell quiet, unsure what to do. You felt nice being there. Unfortunately, it wasn't really working though. After a few minutes you shifted, squirming in your spot. You were starting to get uncomfortable being there. Only because you disliked staying still for too long. It was a bit heartbreaking to watch you become uncomfortable. You were so used to regressing when you wanted; it felt like you were so close to regressing.

" Little one seems restless... " he muttered playfully with the same soft voice he had been speaking with this whole time. König kept on brushing against your hair, still holding you close and his hands resting against your back.

He pulled you onto his lap to sit with your back against his chest while he started to rock back and forth. The moment surprised you and made you look at him with a confused expression until he had quit moving you. The movements were gentle, but steady as he held you close. He hummed a little, trying to think of other ways to calm you. You were still fidgeting and he could tell you weren't comfortable.

As soon as he had started rocking, your brain seemed to melt. It was such a comforting motion. You slowly sank into him while hugging the stuffie to your chest. You took in deep breaths for a few seconds to sooth your mind. For a moment, you felt the familiar fuzzy feeling you got from regressing. Unfortunately it faded after a few moments.

" Can we do somethin? " you asked quietly while speaking slower than usual.

" I... I don't really know, " you answered. You've always been so indecisive. You couldn't help it. You chewed the inside of your cheek, feeling guilty for wanting to do something but being unable to pick what exactly to do.

" Hmm, " he said as he kept rocking you, thinking to himself. It seemed like there was one thing on his mind. " What if I gave you... a pacifier? " he offered hesitantly.

You were surprised by the offer. You shifted to look up at him, blinking a few times before looking away. Your mind felt fuzzy, scrambled even. Slowly, you nodded in agreement to the offer.

" Maybe that would help you relax? " König asked you, hoping he wouldn't ruin the mood. His eyes looked back at you, studying your reaction to what he suggested.

" Wouldn't hurt to try, " you mumbled. " I keep them in my nightstand, " you told him as you nodded over to said nightstand. However, you don't move from your spot. You were way too comfy to move now. He looked at the nightstand curiously, but didn't ask for you to move.

" I'll just... get it for you. "

He got out of his chair and made his way to the nightstand. You squeaked as you were picked up, but didn't hold any complaints. At least not yet. You watched him take out a pacifier from the bottom drawer of the nightstand. He placed it into your mouth. As he did you opened your mouth with the paci could be placed, then slumped against König. The colonel sat back down on the bed and resumed rocking, his other hand gently caressing your hair. You chewed on it, finally feeling like you were feeling smaller. Your fingers gently held onto König, even after he sat back onto the bed with you in his lap.

" How about this? Do you like that better? " he asked, his tone sounding rather sweet.

" Mm, " you mumbled in reply to yet another question.

" I am guessing that was a yes, " he smirked and looked back at the pacifier in your mouth. The sight was quite cute.

König ently caressed your hair and tilted his head to the side. With each movement he made, he rocked back and forth; continuing the slow rocking motion.

" So, little one, what now? " he asked you after a moment of silence.

You didn't entirely reply, not at first. You kept slumped into the largers chest while you thought about it. Though soon, you had an idea. You carefully crawled out of König's lap and onto the rest of the bed. He was a bit surprised when you crawled out of his lap, but he didn't force you back or anything. His hands moved to rest in his lap instead while he watched you. You grabbed a few more stuffies you usually kept on the bed before offering one to König, silently urging him to take one.

König looked at the stuffed animal you offered him. He took it and placed it on his lap as he looked at the others. The moment he had taken it, you giggled and squirmed a bit in your spot to express how happy you were. Thats sort of when you realized you were finally starting to fall into little space. König tilted his head to the side in thought, a soft smile crossing his face as he thought through something.

" What if... What if I read a bedtime story? " he asked, his tone slightly curious.

He looked at you with a rather soft look in his eye. It seemed like the idea of reading you a bedtime story sounded sweet to him.

You frowned and looked to the small window in your room. You knew it was late, which was normal given your shift ended so late. However you didn't want to go to bed yet. You hugged your favorite stuffie to your chest before looking to König with a pout. It was definitely time for bed, you knew that, however you didn't want to go so easily. You wanted to play!

" Nuh uh, " you huffed at him, almost dropping the paci out of your mouth.

" I know you want to play, " he chuckled softly, putting a gentle hand to your cheek, " but it's quite late... You need some sleep. "

" Come on, " he said in a slightly teasing tone. " You don't want your captain to get mad at you for not sleeping at night, do you? "

You whined at König's attempt to get you into bed. You didn't really care what others thought about your sleeping schedule honestly.

Suddenly, you got up from the bed and fully ran off. Giggles escaped you as you ran off down the hallway. Thankfully the base was pretty quiet right now, most people were trying to get what little sleep they could. You definitely are regressed now though. You felt little, but not extremely young. Your headspace was probably about five or six years old.

König was a bit taken aback for a moment, but he chuckled at your reaction. He got out of the bed himself and ran after you as you ran down the hall. He chuckled as he caught up to you at a full sprint. He had you in his arms a moment later, a big grin on his face.

You whined and squirmed in his grasp. It's unfair, he's so much bigger and could catch up so quick. They had made it to the rec room, surprisingly. It was a beat up space, but no one was in it besides Horangi who had fallen asleep on the couch.

" Little one, why do you run from me? " König sounded like he wanted to play with you. He wasn't going to put you down until you told him to.

Instead of replying, you managed to slip from König's grip. He chuckled at you as you wriggled out of his grasp. He was determined to get you back to your room, though. It was rather late and he wanted you to just rest and relax. You took off again, running around the hallways while giggling before returning to the rec room.

Quickly, you looked around. Then you found a spot to hide. You hid yourself behind the couch, squishing between the couch and the wall behind the couch. You covered your mouth to keep from being too loud. You barely could contain your giggles though. There was no way he'd find you.

König had followed you into the rec room. He spotted Horangi sleeping on the couch, but decided against disturbing him. He did his best to keep quiet so he wouldn't wake him.

" Man, where did Y/N go, " he commented, quietly but loud enough you could hear. He sighed to himself in defeat before sitting on the couch. " This is hard.. " he pouted.

" I can't find you! I give up, " he admitted defeat vocally before leaning back into the backing of the couch.

Of course, you were smart enough not to fall for it. You quietly squirmed in your spot out of excitement while listening to him struggle to find you. You pressed your favorite stuffie close, burying your face into them to keep from giggling too loudly. A few minutes passed and König looked at the couch and smiled. He was sure he knew where you were.

" Little one, please, stop hiding from me. You need to go to bed. "

Suddenly, you heard the couch squeak. Then you heard König's footsteps. You looked up to see the colonel peeking over the edge right into the gap. You squeaked, only to burst into giggles over him having found your hiding spot. He only sighed tiredly in reply. Though König could admit he was having a lot of fun with you.

However, you didn't come out just yet. You knew König could not fit, being way to big. You were just out of arms reach for the colonel anyways. But that didn't mean he couldn't wait you out, did it? You didn't move from your spot, giggling out of victory of getting to stay up and play.

König chuckled and moved up onto the couch. He sat on the edge of it and waited for you to come out of hiding. His look was stern and serious, but he wasn't going to let you stay up and play with him. He would catch you when you came out. This was going to be an amusing little game for him.

So that's what happened. You both played with waiting game. Your giggles did eventually quiet. You played, cuddled, and hugged the stuffie you had with you. König was a lot more patient than most. He was quite stubborn himself too, being able to wait out that game as long as you could. You refused to move from the spot even after an hour had passed.

By the second hour of hiding away from the large man, hyour eyes were feeling heavy. You didn't really realize how tired you actually were fter working all day. You rubbed at your eyes as a yawn escaped you. You didn't want to stop playing though, it was unfair.

He looked at you when spotting the movement, catching that your eyes were getting rather heavy. It looked like you were getting a lot more tired, which was expected since it was quite late...

" Little one... " König said as he watched you. " I think it is time for you to go to sleep. Your eyes seem very tired. "

You whined at this fact, denying it of course. It wasn't too surprising that you had denied it. Even if you denied it, that didn't change the truth. Your eyes were looking pretty tired and it was late.

With a split second decision, you tugged yourself into a more comfortable position. Then you darted out from behind the couch and tried to run off again. König chuckled as you tried to escape. He grabbed at you and got hold of you quickly. He held on tight, but not so much so that it hurt you.

" Little one, I believe it is time for you to go to bed. " he spoke with a stern tone, but a gentle one as to not upset you.

You squirmed in his grasp, trying to escape. You shoved him and even kicked him. You didn't want to go to bed, even if you were tired. You whined until you fully threw your poor stuffie at König in hopes of distracting him enough to get him to loosen his grip enough for you to get away. König was a little surprised, but didn't seem to bothered by your kicking and shoving. He only held onto you tighter. However, your stuffie being thrown at him did distract him enough to loosen his grip on you. Unfortunately, he tightened it again quickly enough that you couldn't escape.

" Nuh uh! " you yelled after removing the paci from your mouth. Your tone was childish, showing you were very much regressed now.

He chuckled at you, " Little one, it seems I will be putting you to bed after all. "

König stood back up and grabbed you around your waist to lift you up while still being able to hold onto you. As he did so, you squirmed and kicked him, still hitting him too. You didn't want to go to bed, but it was becoming increasingly more clear that you were upset over more than just being put to bed. It wasn't the bedtime that was upsetting you.

" And remember, it isn't because I am mad at you, " he reminded, reassured even. The last thing König wanted was you to feel he was upset with you in such a way.

As they reached the bedroom, you began to cry. Your actions became rougher, more desperate to escape, to where you likely did give König a few bruises without meaning to.

König's expression softened a bit when you began to cry. It didn't make him feel sad, necessarily, but he did feel a little concern for you. He was a softie sometimes. Then, you began to become rough... And his concern changed into anxiety. He didn't expect you to try and hurt him, but... It's not like you were doing it on purpose. Maybe... You were being a little rough with him because you feel upset or uncomfortable?

" Shhh, hush little one, " König murmured as he kept a careful hold of you as you hit him to try and escape. He did his best not to react.

He walked over to your bed and placed you on your bed. As you were placed down you kicked at him more, but he still kept trying to be gentle in hopes it would calm you down.

" I know you are upset, " he said, brushing a hand through your hair. " But if you don't get some rest, you will be in time out. "

He seemed sad to say this, but he seemed to be the only choice. " Please, if you would rather not have a time out, you need to go to sleep. "

Though the threat hung there, you didn't really believe him. You didn't want to go to sleep, but was clearly more anxious then you were genuinely upset over the idea of bedtime. Your sobs hiccupped out of you aggressive from how hard you were crying.

" No! " you shouted at König as you tried to kick him away again. At least this time he wasn't surprised that you hit him.

" Little one... " he sounded more stern, " If you keep acting like this, I will not hesitate to give you a time out. "

He seemed a lot more serious, not wanting to deal with your behavior right now. If you gave in and decided to sleep, he would keep you into bed. However, if you didn't listen, a time out in a spare room would be the other option until you cooled down.

Of course, you chose not to listen. Some words wouldn't affect you in this moment. You were far too anxious and upset at the thought of having to go to sleep.

" Alright, little one, you have had too many chances. "

He gently picked you up and carried you to his room. Of course, you didn't make it easy. You practically woke up the whole base from how loud you were being. You kept trying to get our of his grip, but he kept firm so you wouldn't hurt yourself. König didn't care that you were hurting him in your moment of being upset, but he was concerned over you hurting yourself.

He set you down on his bed once to his room. He then went to fetch a chair from his desk to use. This time it was being used for you, someone who refused to sleep for a reason he genuinely couldn't figure out.

As he placed the chair next to the bed, he sighed heavily, " I don't want to do this, but I have to. "

He sat you in the chair and looked at you sternly, " You need to stay here for the next... 20 minutes. "

Your tantrum stopped abruptly as you were placed in the chair. You stayed still, even stopped crying. Unfortunately for König this didn't last long. Once your little mind processed what was happening again, you began to cry while escaping the chair. You tried to make a run for the door to leave the room as soon as you were off the chair and on your feet. König didn't expect you to make a run for it... However, as soon as your feet hit the ground, he was already on them.

He picked you up into his arms and placed you back in the chair, " Now now, time spent running is time added onto your time in the chair. "

He picked up the stuffie you dropped and took it over to the chair. He placed the stuffie on your lap while he went to go get the timer. Walking away was a bad move though. As soon as he has turned his back, you were off the chair and making a run for it. Though you had left behind your favorite stuffie. König quickly turned back around and saw you almost at the door. He immediately dropped what he was holding and ran after you.

" Come back here! " his voice was a bit stern now, but it still was mostly soft and gentle.

He caught up to you quickly in only a matter of seconds. He then picked you up into his arms, and placed you back in the chair. You let out a scream as you were picked up again. You cried loudly while trying to escape König's grasp, obviously failing and being placed back into the chair again.

He got a stern look and sighed, " It seems like this will be a longer session. "

You sat there bawling for a good two minutes before calming down a little. Then? You tried to escape again. You hopped off the chair and tried to run to the bedroom door. König got sick of this rather quick.

" Alright, this is the final straw. "

He placed you back down in the chair, grabbed the timer and started the timer.

" You will now be in the chair for 20 minutes. " he said, his tone now being a bit more stern and serious.

Once the timer was set, he sat on the bed and looked at you. He still looked a little guilty, but he was quite firm now.

This time, you actually stayed. You cried while your body trembled softly. You were panicking, but more at the thought of having to go to sleep. You wasn't throwing a fit because you had to go to bed, rather that you had to sleep. You're scared, really. Your regressed mind only knew how to express that by throwing a fit like this.

The timeout was well warranted, as much as you hated it.

You finally stayed sitting while squeezing your favorite stuffie to your chest. Having it helped you feel safer, also reminded you that König wasn't trying to upset you or hurt you in any wah. By 15 minutes your crying had calmed down to soft sniffles. By 20 minutes you finally had stopped crying all together. You were calmer and felt a bit better. Though you felt heavily guilty. Seeing you calm down made König a bit happier.

Slowly he moved over to you. He kneeled down in front of you, making you feel smaller than you were before. You felt about two or three now, having regressed younger due to creating so much stress on yourself.

" Do you know why you were put in timeout? " he asked as he gently placed his hands onto the chairs arm rests, more to balance himself so he didn't topple over.

" 'm no wan to go to bed an ran, " you slurred your words due to your young headspace, but König clearly didn't mind. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at hoe cute it was.

(I didn't want to go to bed and ran)

" Yes you did. I put you here in hopes it would help calm you down, " he explained in reply. You gave a small nod, understanding where he was coming from.

" 'm sorry, " you mumbled out as you slightly his behind your stuffie. You felt the need to cry again.

" Oh Schatz, " he whispered with concern in his eyes. " Come here, " he spoke a bit louder as he raised his arms out towards you.

Gently, you set your stuffie aside and quickly hugged König. You felt guilty for hurting him, even if it was out of fear. Even if he did forgive you. You hugged him tightly while your sniffles became harsher. You were already crying again.

" It's alright, " he reassured softly as he embraced you. He gently rubbed your upper back with one of his hands. " I'm not upset with you, I promise, " he added.

After a few moments, he pulled away. He stood up and helped you out of the chair. You two stood together, you holding onto a few of his fingerd while your free hand held your stuffie. König held this loving expression in his eyes as he looked down at you.

" That was quite a tantrum you threw, little one. Why did you hate going to bed so much? " he finally asked you.

König seemed to have forgotten his concerns over you being regressed. He is just more concerned over why you were so adamant to stay up. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that you regressed, honestly.

" Scary, " you replied so quietly he almost missed it. He watched as you used your free arm to hug the stuffie to your chest. Gently, he squeezed your fingers that held onto his in a way of reassurance.

" Oh, little one..." He whispered to you, now concerned. He tilted his head to the side as he spoke to you softly.

" What is so scary for you? Why are you so afraid of having to go to sleep? "

König wanted to help you so badly right now.

" Bad dreams, " you mumbled as you leaned in towards him. He gently reached out his spare arm to wrap around you as you rested against him. Your head rested against his stomach as his hand rubbed the back of your head in a soothing motion.

" Bad dreams? " he asked quietly before sighing deeply.

He was rather concerned by this, especially thinking of a little one like you having a nightmare. König was torn between getting you ready for bed and staying awake so you could feel safe and calm.

" If you don't sleep now, those dreams will only get worse. Your body needs to rest and the best way to do that is a good nights sleep, my little one. "

You nodded, understanding once more where he was coming from. Besides, at this point, you were so exhausted you could barely stand straight. You had been crying so much you fully cried yourself into pure exhaustion. You wanted to go to bed now, even though it is scary.

" Mkay, " you mumbled before reaching a hand up and rubbing your eyes.

He smiled gently as you finally seemed to understand why you needed to go to bed. He was glad that you did.

" Good. " he sighed softly, " Would you like help in getting ready for bed? "

König was ready to make sure you were comfortable and safe going to bed. As your care taker, it was his responsibility to make sure you were safe and taken care of in times of need. Honestly though you didn't think you could stay awake long enough to get ready for bed. You just wanted to go to bed now. Gently, you reached your arms out to König to be picked up. One of your hands still held onto your favorite stuffie still. You let out a small whine to emphasize wanting to be picked up.

König crouched down and gently picked you up and stood up again, holding you close with one arm. You slumped into König after being picked up. You hugged your stuffie while your free hand held onto his clothing. Even your head is rested against him. You looked like he was going to fall asleep in his arms at any moment.

You were so tired now...

" Alright, little one, " he smiled.

He held you up with his right arm and walked over to your bedroom with you. " Now, I need you to get into your pajamas. After that, you can get into bed and I will tuck you in. "

You got the impression that he would wait with you until you were asleep if that is what you wanted during your rest. You whined at having to change clothes first. You just wanted to go to bed. However, you remained good this time and patient.

" Okay, " you pouted.

He was surprised by how tired you seemed and wondered if it was a good idea to try and get you to change. However, you seemed to be waiting for him to have you change right now.

" Alright, little one, " he spoke gently, " I can put you to bed first if you want. "

He didn't want to push you too hard. You already seemed tired enough as it was. If all you wanted to do right now was to go to sleep he would try not to push you too hard to try and change first.

" Is oki, " you shook your head.

As much as you just wanted to go to bed, you knew it would be better for you to change first. You'd be way more comfy that way anyways. Besides, König is in charge not you. He went into your bedroom and placed you on the edge of the bed. He looked at you for a moment. You rubbed at your eyes, yawning as you kept yourself awake. You looked so peaceful right now.

" Now, what pajamas do you want to wear? "

He seemed determined to ensure you get a good nights rest, so that meant dressing you to go to bed.

" Umm, " you trailed off for a moment to think. You yawned again before finishing your thoughts. " 'm want the purple ones! " you giggled sleepily with a smile.

" Purple it is, " he laughed softly.

König took put your purple pajamas and placed them on the bed next to you. You watched as the pj's were placed on the bed next to you. He then turned around and opened up the top drawer of your dresser. Once it was opened, he turned back around and looked at you.

" Will you be okay changing into your pajamas, or will you need my help? "

If you were too tired to change yourself, he was alright with helping you. He was more concerned about making sure you were comfortable right now. You thought about the offer before nodding.

" Yea, needs help pease, " you asked nicely.

You felt too little to dress yourself right now, on top of being as tired as you are now. You rubbed at your eyes again before setting your stuffie aside.

" Can do, " he agreed with a hum. He gently shut your dresser completely before moving over to you.

Once you nodded, he gently started to remove your clothes so that you could get into your purple pajamas. Thankfully it didn't take too long, especially with you helping him. Once you were changed, he helped you put your stuffie back up in your bed before he tucked you in.

You couldn't stop yawning, especially after laying down. You snuggled up into the covers and hugged your stuffie close. Your eyes blinked closed a few times before you whined and rubbed at them.

" Won leave? " you asked, feeling anxious all over again. You didn't want König to leave while you were asleep. You're scared to be alone.

" No, I will not leave you while you are asleep, little one. "

König had already been quite firm about how he wants to stay until you are asleep, so he just smiles and pats your head.

" I will stay with you until you fall asleep. "

By now his tone is a bit more stern, as he is quite tired himself. He seemed a bit concerned and exhausted by all of this as he sat down on the side of the bed next to you.

" an after? " you whimpered softly as you squeezed your stuffie.

" I will stay by you until you fall asleep. After that... " he sighs, " I will go to my room, alright? I'm rather tired myself. "

König was clearly quite exhausted as he sat here with you.

" I'll see you in the morning, little one. "

" bu-" you whined, but cut yourself off. Your eyes pooled with tears as you shifted anxiously in the bed. " 'm scared, " you whimpered.

He sighed, " Do you want me to stay? Is that it? "

He was being patient and was more than fine with staying a bit longer if you wanted or needed him here with you.

" I can stay if you want me to, little one. "

You nodded quickly, doing it so hard it made your head hurt for a moment. You wanted König to stay so badly. You didn't mind sharing a bed with him, as long as you didn't have to be alone.

" Alright, little one, " he said softly.

König scooted himself a bit closer to you, so he could lay down and be comfy. He then put his arm over your chest, as if he was just wanting to cuddle with you. Without even hesitating for a second, you shuffled closer to him and curled into his chest. Though your arms kept around your favorite stuffie, you happily cuddled into the larger man.

" I will stay as long as you need me to. "

You calmed down quickly, settling back down and feeling super sleepy again. His words made you feel safe, so much so you couldn't even put it into words. You yawned before rubbing at your puffy eyes.

" Good little one... " König spoke gently as he rubbed your back and the hair of your head.

" Sleep now. Let yourself relax. "

As a caretaker it was his duty to make sure you were safe and comfortable. In this moment, he just wanted to make sure that you were calm. He didn't mind you staying close to be during your rest. Though he didn't say anything, he was rather happy that you felt comfortable enough with him to lay on him.

He smiled and relaxed as he waited patiently for you to fall asleep. Which didn't take long. It was barely a few minutes of head rubs from him before you completely passed out against him.

#agere community #age regression #agere blog #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #konig x reader #konig #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty

[toushindai]

speaking as someone who's repeatedly described herself as "just a girl trying to be an encyclopedia," I really wish we got more of Mineru

(headcanon/character analysis below)

My headcanon for the Zonai is that they just kind of. declined. Something about life in the sky made there be less and less of them until they dwindled to an unsustainable population level. This may be related to how much zonaite they can access--the idea of zonaite being scarce in the sky is introduced really early on[1]. And in terms of "the Zonai and scarcity" I also want to point at the description for the hydrant device, which says that the Zonai were experiencing water shortages until they invented the hydrant, which is an absolutely batshit thing to say, by the way. But anyway: scarcity. Something unsustainable about the way they lived. That's the general vibe for me.

So we have just Mineru and Rauru, now, and I think that that solitude sat differently on each of them. I think it drove Rauru to the surface, out of curiosity but also out of this horror of loneliness. We feel that loneliness when we explore the sky islands: that beautiful, lowing horn music--the cries of the birds--the gold during sunset that eats into your eyes and makes it hard to believe that you exist. A beauty that doesn't need you there. I think Rauru needed to escape that.

Mineru, I think, didn't feel that loneliness in the same way because upon realizing how little was left she buried herself in learning everything she could about the Zonai. This is after all (most likely) the first thing we learn about her: that she knows the most about the Zonai out of anyone. We know also from the tablets in the sky that she would often bury herself in her studies to the extent that she would forget to eat or sleep. And, we know the nature of her research: building a construct that would house her spirit after her body passed. There is not a doubt in my mind that she intended to make herself into the last of the Zonai, everlasting. A preserving tomb for her heritage. When she saw that she and Rauru were the last ones left--all that there would ever be--she put aside any desire to be her own person and instead intended to contain all her people's knowledge and legacy in her spirit and in the construct she crafted for it.

(But to some extent, this necessitated holding on to her sense of self. I already had this impression from thinking about the English, but the no-subject-needed nature of Japanese sentences made it even more certain in my mind: Mineru considered draconification for herself but decided that the ego death it entailed did not serve her purposes. This is why she knows of it; this is why her more heartfelt argument against it is not merely its forbidden nature but the loss of self that comes with it. What was it like, then, to see Zelda elect this course of action that Mineru had set aside for quite literally selfish reasons?)

I've seen meta before that suspects Mineru was subject to parentification, to the need to be both sister and parent to Rauru--I think that is very likely--my opinion differs from the analysis I've seen in that I do not think that was a role she fulfilled with much warmth or attention. She does not strike me as someone with much capacity for that to begin with, and once she set herself on the frankly dehumanizing path of carrying on her people's legacy I think warmth becomes a distantly tertiary concern. She has already ceased to wholly think of herself as a person, in service to the preservation of her people; she forgets or foregoes her own physical needs; it takes a mental shift, then, to ground herself enough to be present for Rauru. I would be surprised if it occurred to her to do this anywhere near as often as Rauru needed it.

I think Rauru and Sonia coaxing her down to the surface probably helped with all of this detachment a little, but not much. She really does not seem to me like a very present person. I think that if she saw Rauru's own attempts to preserve Zonai culture (teaching the Hylians to use Zonai technology, creating the shrines to encourage Zonai-style thought), it did not supersede or lessen the urgency of her own mission.

I think about the construct and her spirit--and Rauru's shrines for that matter--being converted from their original purpose of maintaining Zonai presence and legacy in Hyrule to being locked away for millennia in order to empower the hero of the future; I think about Mineru's spirit finally passing at the end of the game, Link's arm returned to his natural one instead of Rauru's, the Zonai finally and truly laid to rest. This letting go of trying to preserve one's culture forever, is it a relief or a tragedy or both?

Also I think she suffers from chronic pain and limited mobility, that's just the vibe I get from her, and that makes another reason for her to be interested in housing her spirit in a construct beyond the limits of her body, yes I know the one tablet says she dances, how nice it is that she has some low-pain days but some days I think moving is very hard and tiring for her. My mind will not be changed.

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[1] though we should note, we are told this in a zonaite-mining cave on the Great Sky Island, which was not only not originally in the sky, it was not originally in the depths, now was it? introducing at least one location where zonaite could once be found on the surface

#cause and effect: I spent several consecutive hours on sky islands and now I want to talk about the zonai again #mineru #totk mineru #zonai #totk zonai #zonau #lozbotwtotk #mineru (lozbotwtotk) #I also don't think that she liked sonia at first. I think she perceived her as someone who was going to take Rauru away from her #slash from the sky slash from the Zonai (these three things being equal in her mind) #she was a little bit right. but you have to live while you're alive. that is the philosophy Sonia brings into her life. #goldpoisoned again

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 27: Skating

Character(s): Shrouds, (Idia is on the tablet), Epel, Deuce, Vil and bg "extrovert freaks"

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"Be careful Ortho. I know you're excited to skate, but the mods you asked for-"

"I know what they do, I'll be fine! I'll be safe." Ortho let out a few happy beeps as his winter 'outfit' allowed him to form ice skates as he stepped onto the frozen lake.

"Neither you or I have actually gone skating before, just don't be reckless, ok?....Ortho?"

Idia sighed. Sometimes his brother, even with all his programming, liked to choose to ignore him when it was convenient. He figured he could just let it go this time, seeing as the first years were all there with him, along with the major extrovert freaks. He would be fine.

Everything would be fine.

Idia set his tablet to kind of just float around the lake so that if Ortho needed him, he could hear and see it before getting back to grinding his most recent hyperfixation.

It was all of two minutes before he heard a commotion from the lake, his little brother sounding an awful lot like R2D2 in his excitement? Panic? Idia had never heard that before. He looked at the monitor that gave him view of the lake just in time to see the "turbo boosters" that Ortho had begged him to install had shot him across the lake in record time, taking two of the freshmen with him as he went careening into a snow bank.

He didn't really have time to react though as mama Vil skated up.

"Is everyone alright?"

Epel's head was the first to pop out of the snow, cheeks apple red and a smile brighter than the sun as he cheered. "THAT WAS FU-FLIPPIN' AWESOME!"

Deuce didn't move much, but after the initial shock of the impact wore off he laughed softly, before fighting to get out of the snow lest it consume him, but it was clear some snow had gone down his back as he yelped.

Vil look a little more concerned at the hole Ortho had made in the snowbank, Idia's tablet hovering nearby. It took a moment longer, but Ortho managed to reorient himself before popping his head out and speaking in beeps and buzzes, very excitedly. Vil took comfort in that, and having worked with Ortho a little bit before, waited for the little robot to calm down until he found the words in English he was looking to say.

"Vil Shoenheit! Would you like a turn next?! I can control them better this time, promise!"

Ortho climbed out and super heated his body to rid himself of the wetness, then held out his highly modified, death trap-esque "turbo boosted" skate on one leg.

"It'll be fun!"

"Absolutely not, I can't risk the potential damages....however, Epel and Deuce might if you really want to do it again."

Vil had to cover his ears from the loud cheer the three boys had, sighing as the scrambled to get back on the ice to do it yet again.

"They're like toddlers."

Idia giggled a little at Vil's dismay.

"I mean yeah, they-"

"You have no room to speak Idia. You entertain yourself with bright colours and flashing pictures all day, you just happen to be substantially more pale than the freshmen."

#v talks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst headcanons #december drabbles #twst vil #twst epel #twst deuce #twst ortho #twst idia #twst fluff #vil shoenheit #epel felmeir #deuce spade #ortho shroud #idia shroud #ignihyde #twst ignihyde

[foone]

Mundane Kaya Sona timeline and links

(I'm just trying to organize what I've written so far and what I still need to write, but hey, links if you want to read)

Prologue: The Wizard arrives on earth. Rudapedi emergency-teleports in and finds himself in a rainstorm in Seattle, and panics because he's from a dry world. When exactly this takes place isn't exactly clear: it's months or years before The Crash.

The Crash (not written): A truck crashes somewhere in middle-america. The FBI gets involved when it's discovered to be carrying stolen US nuclear weapons, encased in carved white stone "coffins" marked in an unknown language.

Meeting the Wizard (not written): The FBI finds evidence of The Wizard though a language match in pictures taken by a former roommate. The wizard has moved out already, and when they track him down to a cabin in the woods, he escapes. They get his books.

Recruiting the Linguist: The FBI agent recruits the linguist to figure out the language in the books. She's reluctant but agrees. Lots of books are dropped off.

Magic Books? The number pages in the books changes based on who is reading them. I'm not certain if this is going to be included. I like it as a concept but I'm not certain it fits the story, but I already wrote it so I might end up stuffing it somewhere, and it seems to make sense here.

Presentation for the FBI (not written): The linguist meets back up with the FBI (weeks/months later?) and gives an update on her progress: There's two scripts at use in the books. One's for titles and special circumstances and she doesn't really have enough info to decode it, the other she's figured out. The books talk a lot about magic and an "Empire of Kaya Sona" that controls a lot of different places.

Post presentation off-record (not written): The FBI agent reveals The Crash to The Linguist, and follows up: they caught The Wizard. She thinks she can talk to him with how much she knows of the language so far. They set up a meeting.

Meeting the Wizard (partial snippet written: definitely needs more): She is able to talk to the wizard using a tablet and her language model. She is able to get him to translate the coffin markings: "Sword of Heaven", which is the epithet of the prince (and a pun: it's a nuke!). Possibly more info revealed here (such as why the Wizard is depowered), before...

9. The FBI attacked. The interrogation room is attacked by agents from the Kalic Empire. The power is cut and a magician and two crossbowmen are clearing the building. With some help from the wizard and linguist, the FBI agent disables them enough to re-power the wizard to takes them out.

10. Magical language snippet (written but not published?): The wizard used magic to let them communicate without the tablet, and the linguist realized that he's not speaking english, she's speaking Kalic. Not sure if this goes in, if I clean it up and publish, or if it gets rewritten into another chapter?

11. The escape: They're driving away in the rain, and the wizard is explaining why the coffins were transported by truck instead of magically (inter-world teleports go to fixed locations on the planet). He rants about healthcare and is still mad at the rain. One note here: I've written it as Jay driving, but as of the end of chapter 9 he probably has a concussion. Either he got better Really Fast or I should probably rewrite this so the linguist is driving?

And that's all that's really plotted at the moment. Some bits to fill in, and then I need to figure out what happens after this.

Somewhere around "chapters" (using this term very loosely) 8-11, the Kalic Empire also attacks the place where the coffins are being stored and gets them back, but I'm not really sure if that's going to be shown or just mentioned.

Other bits where I've written about this story:

Not a love story, and mana deficit is ADHD

Inspiration and questions

A question about the no-rain thing

Inspiration for the Prologue

An earlier chapter list with some differences

A long ago twitter thread that talks a little bit about the fundamental conflict between no-mana planets like Earth and magical planets like Kaya Sona, why Earth hasn't been invaded by a Magical Empire before, and how that peace is coming to an end.

Which reminds me of another thing I need to figure out: There's some events on Kaya Sona (the home world of the Kalic Empire) which explain why the wizard had to flee to Earth. That definitely needs to be explained, but I'm not sure yet if it'll be a flashback or if I'll just have The Wizard explain it. I might want to make this story entirely earth-based, rather than jumping back and forth between the mundane setting and the machinations of the royal court of a Magic Empire. It seems more fun to just have the magical empire in another dimension just be a big Outside Context Problem for modern-day earth.

Finally, NAMES:

The FBI Agent is named Jay (and his lastname is something like Jenkins/Johnson). The Wizard is Rudapedi Yonfer. The Linguist I don't think I've named yet in anything written, but I think her name is Sarah? And the Kalic Empire is ruled by House Nor. The current ruling empire is Typec Nor, the usurping prince is written as "Nemis" on my oldest story guidelines but I'll probably change that (IT'S JUST NEMESIS WITH A COUPLE LETTERS MISSING), and I can't remember the deposed prince's name. I gotta dig up some paper documents from like 1996 to figure that out... but I don't think he's going to be involved in this story much. He's been banished to some other world where he's fighting a guerilla war against somebody not very important to this story.

Random-note: This is unconnected to my 101 magical pistols setting. That one is really more for a bunch of short-stories and doesn't have an overarching narrative, plus their magic works differently. They're much more into magical items (mainly pistols, obviously) and don't have the whole rain/mana thing going on.

#mundane kaya sona #my writing

[captain-mj]

angels of digitalism part two please very very pretty please

Done!! Part 1 is right here

Soap pulled into the parking lot the next morning just in time to see Ghost fly by and park. Without Roach. He noticed a car he didn’t recognize and assumed they must’ve came separately today. 

“Hey Ghost!” Soap beamed at him as Ghost slipped off his helmet. He just had a neck gaiter on so Soap could see his fluffy blond hair. It was clearly bleached, having the unnatural platinum that came from doing so, 

“Johnny.” Ghost tilted his head at him and Soap almost tripped over air.

“Don’t remember telling you that name.”

“It was on your resume. Would you prefer I stick to Soap?” He looked at him, tilting his head. Ghost had the most puppy dog brown eyes that Soap had ever seen. It didn’t help that his hair fell in his face and that he could only be described as pretty. 

“No. It’s fine. Only you can call me that though, alright?”

Ghost’s eyes crinkled like he was smiling. “I’m glad I’m your favorite.” He started walking and Soap felt flustered as he started to walk after him. 

Soap looked up at him, hands going behind his back. “You uh… have any plans today?”

“Mostly rigging checks. I put the wires and harnesses up myself so I’m going to make sure they’re all solid.”

Soap frowned. “Don’t the venue owners handle that?”

“Don’t trust them. A lot of them don’t follow the same standard. Not putting Rudy and Roach at stake because of that.” 

“Also you. You’re also doing the fancy tricks this time right?”

Ghost shrugged. “Not the same. I fall, I recover. They fall and they… crack. I threw Rodolfo onto a bed once and it sounded like pop rocks.“ He sighed. Soap had to pause and really think about that. 

Did he have it wrong? Was Ghost dating Rodolfo and Alejandro was dating Roach? Where did that leave Alex? Was Alex dating anyone? 

Maybe if he was single… He was a strapping young man. 

Soap laughed and decided to change the subject. “You hurt your wrist so bad you can’t play guitar.”

Ghost was silent for a minute and Soap was wondered he offended him before laughed. “Fair enough. I did…” He rubbed his bandaged wrist. 

“How did you hurt yourself anyway?”

“Scraped it up on my bike. Someone pulled out in front of me too fast and I skidded across the road. More embarrassing than anything honestly.” 

Soap frowned. “You were in a fucking accident?? And that’s all that happened?”

“No. I’m just lying to you.”

“Oh.”

“Also, don’t trust any story Alex gives you about losing his leg. 50/50 chance he’s lying to you.” Ghost patted his shoulder and held the door open for him. 

Soap nodded and just got to work. He perched on the edge of the couch since Rodolfo was lounging on it, headphones in. Occasionally, he’d speak in spanish so Soap assumed he was on a call. Made sense, he was the manager. 

Soap started to draw again and tried out different methods and styles to see what might look best. 

Rodolfo sat up after a while and used the couch properly. He kicked his legs out and took his headphones off after saying goodbye in English. 

Soap hummed. “Who was that?”

“Alejandro Vargas. He’ll be dropping by later. You can ask for an autograph if you want but no pictures.” Rodolfo started to work on his tablet.

Soap shrugged. “Might get one for a friend of mine but I don’t actually like his music that much.”

“Me either but he’s a friend of everyone here.” 

Soap nodded and showed him what he had so far. 

“I like it. This it?”

“No. This is a rudimentary sketch.” Soap frowned, wondering if they seriously considered that worth the amount of money they were paying him and decided not to ask, lest his feelings get hurt. They didn’t really seem to get how art like this worked.

Rodolfo nodded and handed him roughly 40 bucks. “Coffee again. Need me to text it?”

“Nah, I still have the texts from yesterday.” Soap took the money and did a two finger salute. He once again got all of their drinks and handed them out. When he got to Ghost, he paused. “Uh, where is Roach?” He was trying not to look at Ghost who was hanging upside and shirtless. After working up there for the past hour, he must’ve gotten hot but that logical explanation did not erase that Ghost was fit and scarred and so damn attractive Soap was worried he’d get hard right then and there. 

Ghost glanced around. “He might be working with Alex. I think they were doing something with his outfit for the vocaloid.” He twisted himself in the ropes so he sat upright and took his drink. The position spread his legs and put a little strain on his arms, making them tense. Soap’s knees started feeling a little weak. 

Ghost drank some more and tilted his head. “You okay? You look really flushed?”

“I’m fine.” Soap smiled, noticing the tattoos circling Ghost’s arm. They were clearly covering some scarring. It looked rough, a bit like a dog or something had attacked him. “I’ll go find Roach.” He stepped away and went in the direction that Ghost pointed out to him. 

Soap watched Alex grab Roach’s hips and move him. Roach’s back arched a little and the image on screen just didn’t move. Alex sighed and put his head on Roach’s, almost pouting. 

Were they dating?? 

Alex glanced over, hand going around Roach’s waist. Roach leaned into him and they both either didn’t realize the position or simply didn’t care. Soap wasn’t sure how to handle that considering just yesterday Roach and Ghost had been tangled together. He stared for another minute before Alex snapped his fingers. “Hey, Soap, you alright?”

“Yeah. I’m good.” 

“Cool.” They took their drinks and got back to debugging the vocaloid. Roach would do certain moves and the vocaloid would just stop and freeze until it would snap into whatever position Roach was in. Alex was quickly getting annoyed and it was obvious. They went back and forth on it with them either moving around or standing still. 

Alex groaned. “Soap. Wear the costume.”

“What?”

“Wear the costume.” 

Roach started to strip and Soap stared blankly. “Why do I need to do this??” When he was down to his underwear, he handed them to Soap. 

“I need Roach to help me at the computer so someone has to wear the suit.” 

Soap slowly took of his own clothes and quickly put on the outfit. Roach was a little slimmer than him so it was tight over his shoulders and ass. It was just leggins and a long sleeve shirt with wires so it wasn’t the most revealing, it was just tight. He listened to Alex’s explanations and watched Roach sign back at him. Roach had no shame in continuing to stand there in his underwear. It was hard for Soap not to look at him. They were musicians and performers, it made sense they were attractive, had to be honestly, but it was ridiculous just how hot Roach was. Slim figure, the exact opposite of Ghost, nice thighs and an even nicer ass. And the entire time, he’d bend over the laptop, back arching slightly. 

Was everyone here trying to kill him? What next? Alex taking his shirt off and pouring water over his head? Rodolfo speaking to him in spanish?? 

Was this flirting? Or were they just oblivious? They couldn’t be, right?

After a bit, the vocaloid followed the movements like they were supposed and Roach beamed at Soap. He reached up and lightly bonked their heads together before helping Soap out of the clothing. It felt more like he peeled the shirt off and it made him really flustered. Roach’s hands were very cold and they brushed against his back before he politely handed Soap’s shirt to him. He was clearly smiling and that made Soap even more flustered when he pulled it on. Soap nodded at him and fled, running back to his couch and his laptop. 

Except… Alejandro was sitting there. He was playing what looked like a knock off of candy crush and completely ignored Soap as he walked past him. 

“Hi.” 

Alejandro nodded at him. He sipped his drink and Soap picked up the tablet to get to work. The silence was… actually kinda nice. Soap wasn’t usually one that could handle sitting there without talking, but he was deep in his art and Alejandro was deep in typing whatever it was he was typing. 

Ghost reappeared and Alejandro wolf whistled at him. “What are you doing walking around like that?”

Ghost glared at him. “Fuck off you slag.” 

“Not my fault you’re a fine piece of ass.” Alejandro grinned and Ghost rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt back on. His back muscles flexed as he did. 

“You’re so annoying. Why are you here?”

“Tour just ended so I’m hanging out with you guys. Obviously. Why? Don’t love me anymore?”

Ghost shook his head and sat between them. Three big men on a couch was a bit of a hard fit, but Soap wasn’t going to complain. 

Soap showed Ghost who leaned into him to watch him draw. The silence was slightly less comfortable so he started explaining what techniques he was using. Ghost didn’t really seem to get it, but he listened nonetheless. 

Soap was coming to terms with the fact they were all a lot less cool than he was expecting, but it was nice. Maybe they could be friends when this was over.

#johnny soap mactavish #john price #captain john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #gary roach sanderson #ghostroach #roachghost #soapghostroach #eventually #alex keller

[beardedmrbean]

Weird question what is the importance of Jerusalem for Christians and Jews? Was Jerusalem the capital of ancient Israel and why Christians like the Templars wanted to retake it?

I got long, I'm gonna TL:DR; at the end ____________________

Jerusalem was the capital of the united kingdom of Israel, well after Saul at least David moved it there and Solomon built the temple there on the piece of land that is called "the temple mount" in English at least which is the single holiest site in Judaism, which if you speak to the remaining Samaritans you will hear different since they claim to be the ones following the true way and their capital was Samaria and their temple was on Mount Gerizim that was after the split of united Israel after the death of Solomon got Judea and Samaria.

Babylonians came in and destroyed and looted the first temple Solomon's Temple in in 587 BC, Assyrians had gotten Samaria and scattered it's people to the wing the best they could getting us The Ten Lost Tribes.

Eventually the Persian empire, (guys from the battle of Thermopylae aka 300 Spartan thing) KO'd the Babylonian empire and they were a lot nicer and also understood the politics of not getting in the way of local faiths because that's one of those things people will die for.

So Cyrus the Great gave his cup-bearer Nehemiah permission to go home and rebuild his city and its temple, so construction on the Second Temple started in 516 BC. (there's lots of extrabiblical stuff to back this up btw, in case you wondered it's not all just stuff from the Torah, names may be different that's fine tho) Ezekiel came in and rededicated it and began teaching "The Law ™" and over time it was expanded and eventually Herod the Great (same one from the Christmas story that killed all the babies looking for Jesus) got it all done and if we look at the timeline and that little bit of info about Herod we can see why Christians are so attached to the place too.

The Temple held the Holy of Holies, which is where the Ark of the Covenant (from Indiana Jones, lol) was kept had the original 10 commandment tablets a jar of mana and Aaron's staff in it and the actual location was considered the conduit between this world and the other, inelegant way to put it but still. It's where the high priest could go once a year and offer a sacrifice for the people, on Yom Kippur the holiest day in both Judaism and Samaratinsim (they agree mazel tov) I remember something about a rope being tied to their leg and they had to wear bells just in case they were "smited" and needed to be "removed" not sure how real that is.

With all of that it should be fairly simple to figure out why Jewish people are so attached to it, and the Jesus connection what with the whole bit about the money changers and flipping tables taking place in the courtyard of that temple, the whole last bit of each of the gospels starting well before the triumphal entrance on what Christians call Palm Sunday all the way through the crucifixion, resurrection, and ascension that was all in and around Jerusalem.

Jews were ending their Passover Seder with L'Shana Haba'ah B'Yerushalayim (Next year in Jerusalem) starting somewhere in the 1400's from what I can see as a wish to be able to go home and worship and fellowship in their own homeland among other reasons.

So here we have the previously mentioned Temple Mount

That bit where it says "Western Wall" is a remnant from the 2nd temple, Jesus touched that and may have taught while using it to shade himself it's all happened there.

The city is in the DNA of every Jewish person and by extension Christians though not as deeply ingrained.

Then we get to Islam, as you see in the image up there they built a mosque on top of the location for the Jewish Temple, it's how history works may have been some middle finger flipping when it happened but as history goes that's how a invading conquering force does thing, always have.

Dome of the rock there on the inside looks like this

The exposed bit there is goes by several names, "Foundation Stone" is one, it's believed by (some) Jews that this is the location where the Holy of Holies was/is and for Muslims it's where Muhammad ascended went on his "night journey" spoke directly to both Moses and Allah to get the law for Muslims some of it at least.

Spot under that rock is the "well of souls" bet you can guess what significance that has.

So bringing it all together and hitting the TL:DR at the same time. _____________________________-

TL:DR; all 3 Abrahamic faiths are very attached to the city of Jerusalem and its surrounding area because it plays a central part in the stories of them.

Jews were there first so they get the strongest claim imho but as it sits it is a holy and revered site for all 3 faiths because it's deeply connected to them all both physically and spiritually.

Slightly less holy to Muslims since their temple mount buildings are just the third most sacred place in Islam, but still dreadfully sacred. ______________

Sorry this was really long, hope it was slightly interesting at least if you read it, it's as accurate as I could make it without spending a lot more time fact checking myself too.

#anonymous

[teecupangel]

From @wisecloudnightmare:

...I wanna read chaotic Shaun interacting with Desmond's ancestors. Don't need to be time-travel (forward or backward) au or anything big. Just, like, can you imagine Shaun designs weird training courses to test Desmond while he's Bleeding? (And have Ezio flirt with him or Altair criticize the weak points of the plan lol).

(Just want to share my thought, but if you wanna take that as a request... 👀💦)

Here's a small fic of Shaun being chaotic and getting more chaos XD

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Test Subject 1

“If you could be any animal, what animal would you be?” Shaun asked as he stared at the stoic expression currently decorating Desmond’s face.

Golden eyes stared at him silently as Shaun tapped his tablet and a mechanical woman’s voice spoke, “إذا كنت تستطيع أن تكون أي حيوان ، فأي حيوان ستكون؟”

At the sight of furrowed brows and the slight downward shape of his lips, Shaun sighed, “It’s the best we have at the moment.”

Shaun tapped at this tablet once more and had the mechanical woman’s voice say, “إنه أفضل ما لدينا في الوقت الحالي.”

Scarred lips finally opened and Shaun readied the tablet to record and translate…

“More than seven centuries have passed yet all you have to show in terms of communication is that.” Altaïr dryly stated in perfect English as he looked at the tablet in disappointment.

Shaun simply grew more interested as he asked, “You can understand and speak our version of English. Does that mean you have access to Desmond’s memories?”

Altaïr slowly raised his head to stare at Shaun quietly for a moment before deadpanning, “No hablo ingles.”

Shaun narrowed his eyes as he asked, “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

“I’m not as boring as many believe I am.” Altaïr stated before leaning forward, “But more importantly…”

Altaïr quickly tapped Shaun’s tablet before Shaun could pull it away, successfully stopping the recording and deleting the file.

“Wha-! Why?!” Shaun looked at his tablet, his eyes widening as he heard Altaïr say.

“You now do not have any evidence that I can make a pathetic joke.” Altaïr leaned close as he whispered, “You will have to live with your life knowing you know something about me that no one will ever believe.”

Altaïr leaned back as he continued, “And that will haunt you for the rest of your life.”

Shaun stared at Altaïr with wide eyes as he whispered, “You’re a monster.”

“I don’t like being told to go away.” Altaïr retorted before closing his eyes.

A moment later, light brown eyes opened to stare at him and Desmond blinked.

“Desmond, Altaïr-”

Desmond’s lips curved into a cheeky grin and he began to walk away as he said mimicking Shaun’s accent, “Hello, Desmond. Go away.”

All Shaun could do was stare at Desmond with an open mouth.

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Test Subject 2

“And you want me to paint whatever I wish?” The Italian accent was clear to Shaun’s ears and he nodded.

“Yes, anything you like,” Shaun said as he handed the stylus to his current subject.

Ezio began to use the stylus on the tablet as he said, “You do understand I am more familiar with… shall we say, traditional art?”

“But I’ve got Desmond drawing on that same tablet for the past week.” Shaun explained, “To familiarize himself with the drawing app I downloaded.”

“And how were Desmond’s drawings?” Ezio asked curiously as he continued to draw.

“Awful.” Shaun stated bluntly before continuing, “But the main point is for him to know how to use the app. And now, you’re using it for the first time.”

“Do you just instinctively feel like you know what to do? Where you can get the tools you need?” Shaun asked curiously.

“Altaïr did say you were checking if the Bleeding Effect affects us as well,” Ezio commented with a nod. Ezio stopped drawing and smirked, “Here. For you, il mio bellissimo.”

Shaun took the tablet and looked at what Ezio had drawn, expecting to see a rough sketch similar to the paintings he had done for his targets back in Monteriggioni.

Shaun sputtered and raised his head to stare as Desmond grinned at him.

“I’m getting better, right?” Desmond teased.

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Test Subject 3

“You look… dejected.” A polite tone asked and Shaun sighed.

“Hello, Connor.” Shaun paused before adding, “Or Desmond pretending to be Connor. Whoever you’re supposed to be.”

“Would you like to know a secret?” The man in front of him asked as he moved one of his pawns to E4. Shaun countered by moving his black pawn to F6 to bait him.

“And what secret would that be?” Shaun asked as his opponent moved another pawn to D4 which Shaun countered by moving another pawn to G5.

Shaun froze when his opponent placed the white queen on H5 as he stated, “Checkmate.”

“Tha-that’s…” Shaun spluttered as he raised his head to stare at the man in front of him, “That’s the Fool’s Mate! How do you know-”

The man raised his phone and showed a webpage that says ‘10 fastest checkmates’.

“That’s cheating!” Shaun exclaimed.

“I’ve been told to play smart.” The man said before using his white queen to tip Shaun’s black king.

“I was distracted,” Shaun grumbled, glaring at the chessboard.

“And we do not like being experimented on.” Connor answered before adding, “And Shaun?”

“Hm?” Shaun raised his head to stare at Connor.

“No hablo ingles.”

“Oh, piss off, you wankers!”

#assassin's creed #shaun hastings #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #teecup writes/has a plot

[nihilizzzm]

I have something hilarious to share. I study history and rn I have this lecture from ancient history. Yesterday we analysed the life of Shamshi-Adad — a great leader of Assyria. He based his actions and politics heavily on Sargon the Great (who btw I always mispronounce as Sauron the Great and my professors are fuckin dying every time).

So anyway, bitch was talented leader, conquered a lot of lands and shit, BUT WHAT I WANT TO SAY IS THAT HE HAD TWO SONS. And due to the survival of many clay tables from ancient Mari WE HAVE CORRESPONDENCE HE HAD WITH HIS YOUNGER SON (Yasmah-Adad).

Let me just say he roasted the shit out of this poor guy, while also praising the older one (sounds familiar lotr fans?)

Here are some golden moments from those letters, and bc I study and read them in polish translation, I stole english version from online sources (I checked if they are correct tho, so i hope it’s all fine).

You are a child, not a man; have you no beard on your chin? While here your brother is victorious, down there you lie about among the women […].

But there is more, this time Yahmad-Adad answered his father.

Thus (speaks) Yasmah-Addu, Your son. I listened to the Tablet which Adda sent me, which ran as follow: 'How much longer do we have to keep you on a leading rein? You are a child, you are not a man, you have no beard on your chin! How much longer are you going to fail running your household properly? Don't you realize that your brother is commanding enormous armies? Do you even command your palace and household properly?’ That is what Adda wrote to me. Now, how can I be a child and incapable of directing affairs when Adda promoted me? How is it that, although I grew up with Adda from when I was a child, now some servant or other has succeeded in ousting me from Adda’s affections? So I am coming to Adda right now, to have it out with Adda about my unhappiness!"

…

It’s so fuckin Denethor, Faramir, Boromir coded i can’t—

Also the title Adda for father? Ironic.

So yeah. That’s all i wanted to say today, go drink some water now

#lotr #lord of the rings #boromir #the lord of the rings #faramir #denethor #history student is a state of mind

[luoisalunitic]

so like I have the urge to share all my HK human AU headcanons

Hollow Knight human au things

One: Long hair means great loyalty, those with short hair aren’t as great as others

2: vessels can talk, they choose not to though

3: Pale King has albinism, hence why he has light skin and white hair

4: both Monomon and Quirrel are immigrants from a far away country 

5: Hornets hair is really poofy because of her mothers hair

6: Radiance has a mortal form so she can walk around in the mortals 

7: White Lady used to fight, but put her down her weapon when marrying the Pale King

8: Lost Kin was adopted by Oro (no evidence, let me have this)

9: Sheo and Nailsmith are married 

10: Grey Mourner didn’t cut her hair so it’s long asf

11: Cloth, Quirrel, and Tiso are that one friend group where we have the happy, the smart, and the hot headed

12: Grimm and PK knew each other once

13: All vessels have the Kings brand either on their neck, back, arms or legs 

14: Everyone is somewhat still like their bug counterparts

15: Ghosts elytra was glued shut, and Hollows was broken/shattered when stabbing itself

16: Hornet, Midwife, and Herrah all have extra arms

17: PK has a tail and dragon like legs and feet

18: Radiance actually cared for Hollow, motherly instincts for the poor child 

19: Hollow only wanted to make sure Hallownest ended up okay in the end

20: Hollow and Quirrel were good friends

21: Radi and Shade Lord were good friends when they weren’t gods

22: Black Wyrm and PK are brothers

23: Markoth and Xero intended to help Hallownest but Radiance got to em

24: Hornet says Shaw because PK showed her a one of his 420 saw blades in still can’t pronounce it right 

25: They speak another language not English, Team Cherry was just nice about it 

26: Abyss tribe had there own language that no one could understand Moth tribe also

27: Monomon and Quirrel didn’t know how to speak this Hallownest language, thus why the Archives Lore tablets were messed up like that. And Radiance also doesn’t speak this Hallownest language, so she was like- yelling at the HK in a Radiance it doesn’t know-

edit: 28: THIS IS BASED OFF OF RADDEST LADDEST (I hope I spelled that right I didn’t want to @ you 😭) WHOLE POST ABOUT MONOMON IN THEIR PROSPERITY AU- but since Jellyfish have very long life spans in real life, Monomon will outlive almost everyone in present Hallownest, depression 👍

29: Hornet had also inherited PK’s albinism, so, she has silvery hair and light red eyes (mainly because Herrah has dark blue-black hair and black eyes.)

#hollow knight #hk #headcanon