#and i shouldn't work more than 6 hours next time i go in

[leoxxii]

i am on the Verge Of Tears™️

#work. WORK SUCKS ACTUALLY. #ive only been on for about 4-5 hours so far w a break #but today they kept me in for EIGHT #and one break #but THERES NO SITTING DOWN #4 hours of standing?? tolerable #EIGHT HOURS OF NONSTOP STANDING AND WALKING?? #i was literally limping to get back to my room and now that im lying down #my feet fucking HURT. not using them isnt even helping im just DYING over here #i just want to cry im so tired #my dad says all jobs fucking suck for a week or two as ur body adjusts #but MY GOD. #thankfully i have the next two days off to recover #and i shouldn't work more than 6 hours next time i go in #so hopefully they cut me some Fucking Slack im on my knees over here #literally i cannot stand up #😭

[i-loveyou013]

Losing interest

Al-Haitham x gn!reader

-> IN WHICH Al-Haitham loses interest in you and you can't stand it anymore.

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Alhaitham has lost interest in you. You knew that. He never confirmed this theory, but you noticed the hints.

Your lover never came home for dinner for the last few months. He's always late, always so late that even after 11pm he's not home. You spent days in your bed alone, even though you two were sharing it. Not even in the morning he had the time to greet you and say goodbye.

He just left. Without a word.

You two didn't have normal conversations either. When you do see him (which would be considered a miracle) he brushes you off. Saying you could talk later. You never did. You never will. He doesn't have time. He has more important stuff to do (What is more important than the love of your life?).

Through your pain you shrugged it off.

He's just stressed.

He doesn't mean it.

Soon everything will be like before.

It's okay, I'm overreacting.

It never did. Matter how much hope you had. It never got any better.

Even the most hopeless romantics lose hope someday.

"Can we talk? It's important." You try your best to communicate with your lover. You woke up before your usual routine just to have a chance of meeting him.

"Can it wait? I have to go to work." Alhaitham again brushes you off with his (now) usual monotone voice. Like he doesn't pay attention to a word you're saying. Just perceive that you're mentioning something not worth listening to.

"No it cannot-" You couldn't even finish your sentence as your partner has already left the house.

It took everything for you to not scream out of frustration. Instead, tears rolled down your face. Uncontrollable sobs escaped your mouth. You covered your eyes with both of your hands as you fell on your knees. What seemed like hours and hours with no end were probably only a few minutes. What happened?

Were you not enough?

Were you a burden?

Did you annoy him too much?

All these things did not matter anymore. You got a new job offer in Liyue a few months ago. Just as Alhaitham's weird behaviour started. You first hesitated. Why would you leave everything you had?

It took everything in you to finally accept the job offer. A break is what you need right now. A new country, a new area and maybe many new friends.

Who wanted you here in Sumeru anyway? It's not like you had any friends.

It was just you and Alhaitham.

Now it's just you and your pain.

Clearly, Alhaitham didn't want you here, so you being gone for a few months shouldn't hurt, right? You leave in 2 days. That's why you wanted to talk to Alhaitham today, but he seemed... busy.

You lay down on your bed and cried into your pillow. Hours passed and you haven't moved an inch. Not even to go drink or eat something. You just laid there and did nothing, but cry.

For the last 2 days you tried to talk to Alhaitham about your leave.

And for 2 days you failed to talk to Alhaitham about your leave.

It was just like the last months. Not one glance. Not one word. Not one conversation. Just you. Alone. Crying yourself to sleep.

You have packed your items for your trip and your transportation was just a short walk away. You didn't bother trying to tell Alhaitham about it.

He clearly doesn't care.

You closed your eyes. Took a deep breath and stepped out of your shared home.

Goodbye, Sumeru. I will see you in 6 months.

And hello Liyue. My new home for the next 6 months.

Alhaitham sighed in relief.

Finally.

He has been busy with so many different tasks and missions of utmost importance for the past months. As the Acting Grand Sage he had now new responsibilities which didn't make it easy for him. Especially after the whole chaos.

But now he was finished. Now he could spend some quality time with his lover. Oh, how he missed you.

He didn't want to tell you about it. He thought it would bring you unnecessary stress and worry. He didn't want that. He loves you with all his being and seeing you sad or mad makes his heart ache to the point it's unbearable. You, his precious angel.

He knew he had been neglecting you for the last weeks. He missed being near you as well. Your touch, your voice, your delicious cooking. Everything.

He was about to make it up to you with a nice date. He knew one date couldn't compensate for all the wrongs he did the past months. But he planned the best date you could even imagine. He even bought tickets for one of Nilou's shows. They were hard to get but Alhaitham knew you liked her so much and used his position and power as the Acting Grand Sage to get the VIP tickets.

"[Name]?" Alhaitham yelled through the house. "Sweetheart I'm home!" No answer.

The Sage looked confused. It was Saturday, you should be free.

Maybe you were asleep? Yeah, that's probably it. You looked very tired the last few times he saw you.

He quickly checked your bedroom. Empty. Weird. You would tell him if you had appointments or meet-up with friends. But you didn't...

In all his worries he asked Kaveh. His beloved roommate.

"Kaveh?" He knocked on the door. As he got permission to enter he opened the door.

"What?" Said roommate looked at him annoyed. Alhaitham however ignored that. It's nothing new between them.

"Have you seen [Name]? They aren't home and I'm quite worried." He announced his worries.

Kaveh stared at him blankly. "Are you serious?"

Alhaitham blinked in confusion. "... Yes? Have I missed a certain appointment today? Was it important?"

The architect couldn't believe it. Was he serious? You left to Liyue and Alhaitham didn't know? He didn't even notice?

"Alhaitham. You're telling me you didn't notice [Name] leaving about a month ago? A month?! Are you serious?!" Neither of them could believe what they were witnessing.

"W-What? [Name] left? Without telling me?" Why wouldn't you tell him? Have you perhaps forgotten him?

"Without telling you?! Are you hearing yourself? [Name] has been trying for weeks to get your attention, but you were oh so busy with work, that you completely neglected them! They left for Liyue about a month ago because they got a pretty good job offer. They tried to tell you but you were so dense you didn't care. Don't come to me and whine about how they didn't tell you because they tried. You can apologise to them in 5 months when they come back. If they even want to anymore." Kaveh scoffed and closed the door right in front of his face.

You left a month ago?

And he didn't notice?

You will come back in 5 months?

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[sunshinecherry]

sweet dumb pup … C.BG

… warnings !? puppy!hybrid beomgyu, collar & leash, gyu is tied down, orgasm denial, gyu watches reader masterbate as punishment, pillow humping. 1K WORDS.

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you've been on work calls all morning. since the jarring sound of your alarm woke you out of your peaceful slumber at 6 in the morning. Still half asleep as you ate breakfast, Beomgyu more than happy to pour you a bowl of cereal after seeing he exhaustion in your eyes. He did keep you up quite late the previous night, it's only right for him to act like a gentleman and make you food so early in the morning. "Got work calls until 12, pup. Think you can take care of yourself until then?" he nods. he knows he shouldn't interrupt you while you're working, especially if you're trusting him enough not to lock yourself in the bedroom while you do so. you finish the cereal, thanking Beomgyu with a soft kiss on this forehead and a scratch behind his floppy ears. he follows you to the bedroom, sitting patiently as you get dressed for the day. peeking slightly at you when you pull off your t-shirt and replace it with a fresh blouse. he doesn't understand the need for you to dress in formal clothes at home - you always complain about how uncomfortable they are. "they can see me on the calls, gyu." you always say, "i need to look professional." he doesn't argue with you, just sits and nods until you're done. he always compliments you as you make your way to the sofa, booting up your work laptop. that's usually his cue to find something to occupy himself with.

first, he wanders into your bedroom and sits on the bed. games are always a safe bet when it comes to passing by time. so he plays some games with his friends - a mischievous fox hybrid and a competitive bunny hybrid. then he plays some games alone. soon enough, he gets bored of the games though but when he glances at the time, he frowns. 10:00. beomgyu still had so many hours to kill. he really did try to busy himself enough to not disrupt you. his floppy ears pulled back against his head and his tail low as he approached the sofa, softly whining to get your attention. body coming around to rest his weight on the plush pillows. he's just sat there, is what he tells himself. he won't bother you if he's just sat next to you, maybe he can take a nap. that should pass a lot of time, right? however when he instinctively tries to lay his head on your lap, knocking you and your laptop in the process, he realises that perhaps a nap wasn't the best idea. he hears you huff in annoyance, eyes closing to regulate your reaction. "i'll let you go then, seems like you've got a lot on your hands." there's a chuckle and then a ping indicating the end of the call. Beomgyu sits up, tail thumping against the cushions, ears slightly perked -well, as much as floppy ears can be- and his eyes shining brightly with the thought of yn being done with work.

"Beomgyu." uh oh. that's not good. that's their 'you're in trouble' voice. "it is 9am. i asked you to be good until i'm done with work, didn't i?" he nods. he didn't even realise that he'd gotten in their way so much. his head low, tail no longer moving as he waits to be reprimanded. instead you hastily type something on the laptop, moving it to the side and grabbing the pup by his wrist, dragging him to your bedroom. he's more than confused, lips pressed into a thin line and tail wagging in the hopes of something good. "sit." you command. he sits, right by the bed, where his dog bed lays - unused for months at a time. he obeys, finally getting attention from you. he sits still as your hands make quick work of snapping his collar around his neck. "good. stay." he can smell your frustration as well as your amusement. it's really a difficult thing to hide your true intentions from him - he knows you like the back of his hand. so Beomgyu waits sitting on his bed, getting comfy. yawning. then you're back.

you're holding things in your hand, curious eyes following your figure as you get closer to him. "gonna be good puppy, yeah?" he nods. he doesn't know what you mean until you attach the leash to the collar. tying the other end to the dresser leg behind him. then he sees the vibrator in your hand and gosh, he hopes it's for him. he hopes you punish him with the vibrator against his already leaking dick. except you don't. instead you spread out on the bed, legs spread for him to see and play with yourself. poor puppy knows he's not allowed to touch himself. you told him not to. but he cant help rutting his hips against the pillow in his dog bed. positioning it right under him. then he's moaning, whining, whimpering as he watches you get yourself off. "wan' help, please yn, can be good, will be, s' good, please" and his begging is what finally gets you over the edge. cum seeping into the sheets as you turn the vibrator off.

you fall limp on the bed, breaths ragged, ears straining to hear beomgyu's soft pants. you look over the edge of the bed too see the pretty stain his cum left, seeping through his sweatpants. "naughty boy." you whisper, Beomgyu's head hung low in shame as you get up on wobbly legs. you take his collar off, petting his curly brown hair as you speak softly. "gon' be good now, yeah?" of course he is. he hums in acknowledgment of your statement as you help him up and out of his soiled clothes. you take his hand softly in yours, leading the both of you to the bathroom. you bathe him, sweet puppy boy already exhausted. you had already messaged the last person you were meant to talk to about a 'hybrid emergency' that you were having so you decided to lay down on the bed with Beomgyu. allowing your puppy to take a nap curled up by your side as you stroked his locks, "sweet dumb pup."

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[gabriel-xander]

I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 6

[Scaramouce x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

{Also on Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 6: Bitches on Me Left and Right

You furrow your brows in your reflection, putting in the red dangling earring that Childe had given you. You tug at the fluffy collar around your neck and sigh heavily. You're going to ditch the coat. It's your first day in Liyue and the weather is already getting to you.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Who the fuck is that? Aside from La Signora's direct subordinates, no one should be coming to get you. And you shouldn't have any visitors either.

You grab your mask from the nightstand next to the mirror, making sure it's secure on your face.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You hold back the sigh and drop your coat onto the bed and rush to the door. You swing the door open and automatically stand up straight.

"Good mor-NAOOO!!"

You throw your mask off and throw your arms around Kazuki's neck, pulling that fucker into a hug. You feel his arms go around your waist, squeezing the life out of your. Your best friend chuckles and sways you both side to side.

"You should've told me you were coming. I thought you were working for the Knave for the time being."

"I-I had no time to write to you, the Fair Lady suddenly requested my recruitment," You pulled away from the pretty man, holding him at arm's length with a grin, "Oh, Nao! I missed you so much! Did your hair get longer? We should trim it. You wanna have lunch with me? Show me around Liyue! Oh! How is Lord Childe? Are you two getting along? How have your missions been? Do you think-"

Kazuki cups your face with both hands, and leans forward to kiss your forehead.

You stop immediately, your shoulders relax and you allow yourself to enjoy the moment. He pulls away after a few seconds, wrapping his arms around you again and hugs you close. You just sink into the embrace, smiling to yourself and relishing in the familiar touch of your best friend.

"We have a few hours to ourselves, let's go get something to eat first, yeah?"

You nod.

"There's a few places I want to take you. My favorite place is the Liuli Pavillion, but Xinyue Kiosk is really good too. And maybe later tonight, we can head to Third-Round Knockout for drinks."

"I don't know any of those places, so I'll trust your judgment on this one."

Kazuki pulls away and smirks very slightly, "Come on, let's get going."

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Kazuki takes you straight to Liuli Pavillion for breakfast, ordering a lot of Liyue dishes that he thought you'd like since you're a bit hesitant to try new foods you're unfamiliar with. They didn't have forks or spoons though, only "chopsticks", which kind of sucked ass.

Kazuki was already a master of them, making fun of you as you struggled to get food in your mouth. You felt so bad though, he ordered so much food but you barely managed to finish one and a half of the seven dishes he ordered.

"No matter," Kazuki simply said, "We'll box this and take it back to where you're staying."

"You're too frivolous with your Mora."

"You're just jealous that I make more money than you."

"Yes I am, and I'll die mad about it."

"Hm."

Fucker.

After that, he takes you around the city to look around, buying you a few trinkets and clothing if you spend a second too long looking at it. Kazuki is too eager when it comes to buying you things, since that's his love language–both platonically and romantically. And Kazuki? He loves you very much, and you love him just the same.

However... Kazuki was insistent on carrying everything for you, but he started buying you too many things that you also have to carry. And not is not an issue either, but both of your arms are getting full and supposedly he wants to take you somewhere else?

"Uh, Nao... I-I don't need that, I swear! My eyes just looked at it for a second!."

"Nonsense. You like the color, don't you?" Kazuki hums, holding up a skirt that, yes, was very pretty in color. "How much is it, boss?"

"Naooo!" You whine, your arms beginning to get sore from carrying so many things.

"Well, if it isn't [Y/n]!"

Ah fuck berries!!

You turn to the voice with a tired smile. "Lord Childe! It's good to see you! Ah, and... you are?"

You don't know if it's good or bad luck that Childe managed to find you. You knew he was still in Liyue, but you thought maybe at the moment he was dealing with his Harbinger duties? Walking next to him was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Well, not really dark since his skin was pretty pale. But his overall color scheme was browns and golds.

"I am Zhongli, a close associate of Childe," The man greets politely with a smile, "I assume you are as well?"

...You are as well what?

Oh!

"Yeah, I guess you can say that. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Zhongli. You can call me [Y/n]," You nod.

You didn't understand why he'd think you're close with Childe, but you guess it's because of your matching earring with the Harbinger. You don't know if that warrants an assumption that you two are close, but you guess it doesn't really matter.

"What are you doing here in Liyue, [Y/n]? Is your boss here too?" Childe asks.

"Uh, he's-"

"-Perhaps we should talk somewhere else and not hold up the stall," Kazuki cuts in, "Not to mention, I believe [Y/n] is getting tired from carrying all this. I should escort her back to where she's staying so we can drop this off."

Ah, you know that look. To outsiders, his blank expression is one that never changes no matter what emotion he feels. However, yOu'Re NoT lIkE tHe OtHeR gIrLs and you notice every slight change in his expression and body language. You can read that he was actually feeling quite annoyed that his alone time with you is likely coming to an end.

"Oh, why don't we help you with that?"

As Childe decides this all on his own, he takes the bags from your arms, and the boxes you were holding. He was having a much easier time than you were, and Zhongli even took it upon himself to take a few things from Childe to help him too.

You smile at Kazuki apologetically, taking some things from his arms now that you had more help. He narrows his eyes slightly, getting more irritated as the second passes.

"Lead the way, [Y/n]," Childe smiles.

And lead the way you did. You take your gaggle of friends (Can you call Childe and Zhongli your friends? You feel that's a bit unprofessional and a bit presumptuous of you to assume you're all already friends) to the place you, La Signora, and the other Harbingers under her command are staying. Though as you get closer, Childe seems to light up.

"Oh, you're staying here?" Childe speeds up a bit to walk closer to you, "What a coincidence! My troops and I are staying here as well!"

FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!

So not only are you blessed that Kazuki is in the same building as you, you're also cursed that Childe has easy access to you too now!

You'd be more open to being Childe's friend if you weren't super cautious of ALL the Harbingers. He seems really nice, and expressed that he desires to be your friend, but that doesn't suddenly make you more trusting.

"I should warn you, Lord Childe. I'm not here for Lord Scaramouche, I'm here with the Fair Lady," You inform, walking up the stairs to get to your floor, "So you should do your best to avoid her... Don't tell her I said that."

"La Signora?" Childe frowns, "But why are you with her? You're Scaramouche's subordinate, aren't you? Did something happen?"

You shrug, "My Lord was sent somewhere, but that's all I know since he refused to tell me anything more. He said he could be gone for a while, so in the meantime he ordered me to assist any other Harbinger so that my skill isn't going to waste. The only person he prohibited for me to help was the Doctor, so there's that."

You're too busy to not trip over the stairs to see the look on Childe's face. Maybe if you were paying more attention, you would've noticed how... guilty he looked when you mentioned the Balladeer was sent somewhere.

"So that's why I'm here with La Signora. Before this, I was with the Knave."

"I heard she's a stone cold bitch," Kazuki hums, "I hope that wasn't too unbearable."

"Ooh, watch your tone in the presence of another Harbinger," You snicker, "Lord Childe might rat you out."

"Ah!" The ginger makes an exaggerated noise as if he was offended, "Comrade! I would do no such thing!"

"It's true. Lord Childe's favorite pastime is to shit talk-"

"Ah-ha ha ha! Ah, Kazuki...!" The Harbinger clears his throat, sending a not very subtle message to keep the other quiet.

"Yeah, yeah," You hum, walking down the short hall until you get to your door, "So, Mr. Zhongli, what do you do for a living? I don't think I've had the chance to ask yet."

Appreciating that he could be part of the conversation now, the brunette offers you a smile even if you couldn't see it, "I am a consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. I perform all manners of ritual for burying the dead, along as funeral rites for the adepti."

"Oh wow! That's pretty serious stuff. And that's really admirable too, you know? It can't be easy being surrounded by death all the time, and having being the one to send them off too? Your work is very important to a lot of people, Mr. Zhongli. I hope you take a lot of pride in that."

Zhongli smiles a little more genuinely at your words, "I'm glad you understand and see the importance as well. It's nice to meet and talk to someone who can appreciate what I do... No offense, Childe."

"Wha–Well, I didn't take offense until after you said that!"

"Me personally, sir," Kazuki leans towards the ginger, "I wouldn't let that slide."

"Do NOT be an instigator, Kazuki!" You laugh.

Putting your shit in the room didn't take too long, as you told them you'll properly put it all away later tonight. You did forget that Kazuki plans on keeping you busy for a long time, so it might actually have to wait until tomorrow morning. But that's tomorrow's problem.

Today? It's your day off and you might as well spend it with some friends while you can.

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05 . 14 . XXXX

My Dearest Scaramouche,

...

...

Ha ha! I bet that got your attention, didn't it? Since I've never addressed my letters to you that way; it's always been "To My Lord" and all that. I thought the change would be funny, and it would keep you on your toes.

Let's see.

It's been about five months since I've last seen you, five months since you were sent away by Lord Pierro. I wonder... I'll just be frank. I am, admittedly, getting worried about you.

I've been told my letters are getting to you, but I haven't received anything back. And if you had died, I CERTAINLY would've gotten word about it, too. But that might be very presumptuous of me to assume that you'd even write back. We're not remotely close, or friends for that matter, so you have no reason to respond. But you ARE my boss, and it's always been my duty to protect you.

How have you been? I hope you haven't been through too much, I know how much work inconveniences you very easily. How are the people who accompanied you? I heard you only brought along two other people; are you treating them well? Are they treating YOU well?

I've done as you said, helping the other Harbingers, staying clear of Il Dottore, doing my best, not letting my skill go to waste.

...

Do you remember all those months ago when we investigated those Treasure Hoarders? Noah, Ivan, and Isaac? And when we got the information we needed from them, you...

I think about them a lot. You had the mercy of allowing me to look away and not help you bury them, but I still carry the burden knowing that we had killed them. That YOU killed them and I did nothing about it. I always took it for granted, how you always let my hands stay clean, how you never forced me to look.

... I've seen a lot of fucked up shit when I was working with the other Harbingers, especially the Knave. They made me do horrible things too. Well... normal things expected of a Fatui, I think.

For the past month, I've been working with the Fair Lady, and we've been residing in Liyue. I don't really do much. She makes me do paper work, help out at the Northland Bank, keep tabs on Lord Tartaglia and Mr. Zhongli of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. She hasn't told me why, but I honestly think she might just be nosy. Don't tell her I said that, okay?

Kazuki has been a little more... reserved? I don't know what happened to him while we were separated, but I hope one of these days, he can open up to me and tell me what's happened to him. He's my best friend, you know? He's my person. Did you have someone like that before? DO you have someone like that?

I'm getting a little sleepy now, so I'll wrap this up. I know you're getting these, but I have no idea if you're reading them or not. If you don't, then that's fine. At least then you wouldn't have to read all my embarrassing thoughts.

And if you do...

I hope you're okay, and I hope I can see you again soon. Please take care.

Your faithful servant,

[L/n]

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"Hmph..." Scaramouche smiles tiredly, "What an idiot..."

He sighs through his nose and folds the paper up, tucking it away in his open kimono for safe keeping with the rest of the letters. He looks down at the two spots near his camp. Two half-assed graves that he made almost immediately when he arrived.

The two that had accompanied him survived the best they could, but he's not completely surprised that they have died after a few years. After all, they're only human.

It's moments like these where he's glad he fought tooth and nail to convenience Pierro to let you stay behind with the other Harbingers instead of letting you accompany him.

In your letter, you said it's been about five months since he had departed, but to him it's been nearly three centuries. Time works differently in the Abyss. If he had to make the estimate, one day to you is about one year for him. So by that measurement, you've been sending him letters once every two weeks, but he's only been receiving them once every 40 years or so.

He's actually very grateful for your letters. It helps him keep track of time, helps him stay somewhat sane, helps him remember that it hasn't ACTUALLY been 300 years, helps him not feel THAT lonely...

It helps remind him you haven't died, and that you're still waiting for him.

You're still waiting for him...

Scaramouche stands up and works to put out the fire.

He can't send you anything back even if he wanted to, the only papers he has are for his reports back to Pierro and he's already running out. You'll just have to wait for him for a little while longer.

For now, he'll do the best he can to hurry up. It's not that he particularly cares about you, but he supposes he should repay you with his presence.

It's the least he can do in return for all your letters.

Scaramouche leaves his camp with a slight smile.

He can't let himself die, he's extremely looking forward to your next letter, after all.

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[nightmarevore]

I Get a Craving and I Wake Up For You

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Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies. Luke belongs to me. (Medli wrote half of this chapter! We're going to be writing together from now on!)

Rowan sits alone.

Rowan doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. He can’t let people get close to him, because he’s just going to hurt them. He tries to push his roommate, Luke, away, and things just get worse. He’d hurt Luke. Does he even care? He doesn’t want to hurt Luke, but he ended up hurting him anyway. He knew that the moment he thought of eating Luke more than once that things would go down hill, and they did. 

Oliver called him an asshole. Luke started panicking and shrunk down, unresponsive. Oliver made it sound like he was the cause of that, and he was right. It was ROWAN who cut Luke off and got in his face. ROWAN, who yelled at him and told him he wasn’t interested. He had to lie. Of COURSE he did. If he didn’t, Luke was going to end up just like…

The predator groans, slapping his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it.

His predator urges were always so easy to control. They never were so bad. Rowan used to be able to go weeks to a month without needing to bribe someone to be eaten and stay in his stomach for an hour or two. They would never see each other again. 

Rowan lays down flat in his bed, keeping his hands covering his face. He feels so horrible. Like a massive dumbbell is compressing his chest. If he had one with him now, he’d definitely lay it on his chest. The feeling within his chest overwhelmed him. It felt like a heavy, black tar that pumps itself from his heart and into his veins.

He hates this feeling. 

“What did I do wrong?” He asks himself. 

A lot, clearly. 

“For Luke’s sake, you’d best think of an apology. You were being an asshole, and I can’t believe you can’t see how hard he’s trying to make this work with you. The way I see it, you don’t deserve it.”

If pushing people away made him an asshole, maybe being an asshole is okay. 

( No, you idiot! Oliver essentially told you that you triggered him and forced him to shrink like that. That was YOUR fault, and he felt it necessary to use sarcasm. )

But what if he hurts Luke by being open with his predator bullshit? 

He doesn’t even know how he was being an asshole in the first place. He was trying to protect Luke from Rowan himself. How is that an asshole thing to do? 

Could he have been nicer in tone about it? Maybe his yelling is what forced Luke to shift tiny. It triggered something that Luke felt he needed to hide, right? It was something that Luke was hiding from Rowan, just like Rowan tried to hide the fact he’s a predator from Luke.

Oliver said that Luke never tells anyone what he goes through. It’s the same thing as himself, isn’t it? God, it’s like his hunger forcing fugues, isn’t it? His stress forced his body to change size. Stress that he caused. The fact that the predator was responsible for that… 

Rowan, for all his faults, tries so hard to keep himself from hurting people. He was told that the fact he needed to eat people was something to be ashamed of. It would hurt other people. Instead, he hurt Luke just by… well, being himself. Not by being a predator.

Why does the thought of this bring such agony to the man? Why does his stomach churn uncomfortably at the thought? Why does Rowan feel nauseous? 

He may as well dig a pit for himself and fall into it. Disappear and never return. He’d already fucked up this roommate situation. Luke’s going to get rid of him. Oliver will tell him to kick Rowan out, and it’ll be what Rowan deserves. He doesn’t deserve anything nice. 

He should starve himself.

No, No, wait… No he shouldn't. He shouldn’t, because the last time he didn’t feed himself around Luke, he nearly fell into a fugue, and the second time he did fall into a fugue. What was he supposed to do, then? 

Hide the monster, never let anyone get too close and risk seeing that side of him. It was his one rule, his biggest most important rule. It was the first lesson he’d learned as a predator. He is dangerous, he is deserving of punishment in the face of his voracious instincts. The lesson was drilled into his head; a flashing neon sign. Always reminding him in his subconscious that he was a monster and always would be.

So why… Why did it always seem to go so wrong? Hiding this side of him was supposed to keep himself and others safe. Being distant was a necessity, yet the pattern was becoming clear to him. He’d lash out, and others would get hurt. The worst part of it all was one simple fact that pushed its way to the forefront of his mind as he sat alone in the all too quiet apartment. It was because of him.

Him. Not the predator. The predator came through and caused its own problems, of course, but what happened today? What kept happening for years? It was always simply because of him. Not the hunger, nor the fugues. Rowan clenched his fingers hard into his palms as nails sank into his flesh, nearly drawing blood. The revelation pounding in his mind and repeating itself over and over. A chorus of voices, vitriolic and unrelenting.

Rowan was not only a ravenous freak, he was simply a terrible person, as well.And he did not know what to do.

He felt stuck. He felt dirty. A virus that planted itself in one location to wreak havoc upon its environment until it fell apart around him and then moved on to the next. Starvation was not an option, as it would bring out the monster. Isolation was what got him into this situation in the first place. So what could he possibly do? He wishes he could just cease to exist. Erase himself from history entirely. Wipe the slate clean of his presence and avoid so much unnecessary hurt brought upon so many people. His family, his friends, his…

The predator scowls as he feels hot tears trail down his face. He had no right to cry. Oliver was right, this was all because of him. Rowan was dragging down Luke with him. It wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be here wallowing in his own miserable thoughts. He hurt another person, and the thought of running away and ignoring it again was unbearable. The shifter would be back. After Oliver fixed the mess he created, Luke would inevitably come back. Whether it was to gather his things and leave or continue living with his asshole of a roommate, Rowan wasn’t sure, but he would see the brunette again eventually. He needed to be prepared for it. He has no idea what he’s going to do, but he needs to do something.

Fuck, Rowan, get yourself together and fucking figure it out!

The predator slaps his face and clears his throat a couple times. He had to do something. The lump in his throat wasn’t getting any smaller by sitting like this. 

Thinking of a way to say sorry and truly mean it would be a good place to start. 

Thinking of a way to avoid closing himself off and making the same mistake twice would be a perfect place to start.

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Hey hey

imagine if you're crushing on your best friend Grusha. Always supporting his dreams even when he's in his glory days, Grusha reciprocate your feelings too, but both of you never mention it!

All confident Grusha lost his shine after the incident that ended his career, and then he even hesitate to make the first move as he cried his hearts out in your arms.

His golden days of snowboarding are gone and now he's a gym leader, but you're alway there to aupport him still. Arceus help him, he can't hesitate, he needs to do the first move, Please!

Another Grusha enthusiast, I have more-

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And I would love to hear more Ideas !! ^^

I never wrote a whole "One Shot" in English, so I'm kinda proud that I finished it :)

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☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: grusha/reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: not proof read, ooc, gn!reader, spoiler, grammar mistakes

You were sitting on your couch, Grusha sleeping in your arms.

It's been two hours since the boy knocked on your door, tears streaming down his face. After the incident a few weeks ago, he stopped visiting you, this was actually the first time since then that you even saw him.

-

"Grusha? What are you- oh! Are you okay?"

The boy in front of you just sniffed, head low and walked past you, into your living room. He sat himself on your couch, face still on the ground.

You closed your door and sat yourself beside him. He didn't look up as you did so, just playing with his scarf, ignoring the heat that spread out on his face.

Even tho he was devastated, he still got nervous around you. His feelings for you even grew stronger in the time he didn't see you.

He missed you so much but he didn't had the strength to face anyone. He needed time for himself so he ignored all your calls and texts.

"Okay, what's up?" you asked, hoping he would finally look at you, which he, surprisingly, did.

Now you could see his red eyes and wet stained cheeks, so you just pulled him in a hug. He started to cry hard, his loud sobs could be heard in Mesagoza.

While he was laying in your arms, he thought it would be a good time to finally confess.

"Y/N, I-"

He stopped mid sentence, which confused you but you didn't want to push him. He looked in your eyes, thinking it through. Maybe now wasn't a good time, it didn't felt right. So he just hid his face in your neck and took in your scent, before he drifted off to sleep.

-

It's been 6 month since Grusha became a gym leader. At first he didn't was happy about it, but now he seemed okay with it.

You're still thinking about what he wanted to say that night but just brushed it off. " Maybe it wasn't important, I shouldn't think about it too much. "

Grusha and you started to hang out much more, even if he had much work to do, he still made some time for you.

You were planning to go to a Café this evening on his break.

You were already waiting in front of the Café, when you saw Grusha walking towards you with something in his right hand. You didn't see what it was, since Grusha now hid it behind his back.

When he stood next to you, he just lightly smiled and opened the door to let you in. What a gentleman.

You two found a good table in a corner where no one would see much of you. When the waiter came back with your orders, Grusha finally put the thing he brought with him on the table, facing you.

It was a letter, your name written on it. You looked at Grusha, still confused, but he just shrugged his shoulders and looked out of a window to his left, while he drank his coffee.

You grabbed the letter and opened it.

"Dear Y/N,

sorry you will not hear this out of my mouth, but I think I'm better with my words written than spoken.

The truth is, I actually grew quit font of you in these past years. Maybe font isn't the right word, more like, I catched very deep feelings for you, that I can't resist anymore.

I tried to ignore them, hoping they would just disappear, but the opposite happened.

I hope this letter will not scare you away but I would like to be in a relationship with you."

Under the text were two small caskets, under each of them "yes" and "no".

You looked at Grusha, who still stared at the outside, and smiled, crossing the casket with the "yes".

When you gave the letter back to Grusha, he slowly observed your answer, a small smile creeps on his face. He then finally looked at you.

"So, now that we're together, how about we make this an actual date?"

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The Queen and Her Levi - Chapter 6: Your Grace.

King!Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

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"All my life I have never known what it was like to love someone, if anything, really. Until I met you, and everything changed, you brat."

"Reader" has a name, if you don't like it, then change it to your own, the world is your oyster.

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Prologue | Previous chapter

Asuna woke up more sore than she was the night before. Still naked, she opened her eyes to see Levi's side of the bed empty. She heard the shower running in the bathroom. She didn't even realize he ended up sleeping next to her last night, she never saw him. Maybe he didn't stay at all, though she did notice that his side of the bed wasn't made yet. Yeah, never mind. He stayed. 

It was 10:30am. Damn, I only got 4 hours of sleep. How the hell am I going to get through today? Finally more awake then before to be able to think properly, but extremely sore, she quickly grabs one of her dresses from her suitcase and puts it on before Levi got out out the bathroom. She sits back down on the bed and patiently waits for him, ready to confront him for his actions and pain that he had caused her the night before, early this morning actually. 

Levi stepped out of the bathroom which made her jump a bit. He was wearing a towel over his waist and still had water droplets in his hair, he looks at her and gives her his soft smile that makes her stomach flutter. He walks towards her and takes off the towel around his waist and hangs it up, leaving him completely nude and walking right toward her. 

She expected the worst again. He's just going to do this all the time now isn't he? Asuna stands up and takes a few steps back, silently asking him to please not do this right now. Before she knew it he was right in front of her, cupping her cheek and passionately kissing her again, slipping some tongue. He lets go after a couple seconds then walks back to grab his pants and belt, putting it on. She breathes a sigh of relief and sits back down, not knowing what the hell to say. 

"Good morning," he breaks the silence. "You sleep well?"

"No, not particularly..." she replies, turning her back toward him, hoping that he got the hint as to why she got no sleep and why she is more terrified of him than she ever has been before. 

He starts to put on his white dress shirt with his trademark white ascot, looking in the mirror to make sure that his hair isn't messed up and that his ascot is straightened out, he finally finished by putting on his black blazer and tightening his belt. She could see him getting dressed in the corner of her eye but still refused to look at him, but he makes it back to her first before leaving.

"There is a lot of work to do before the wedding, I've already begun preparations for it. If everything goes as planned, it will be within the coming week." He says. Staring down at her while she continued to look down sitting on the side of the bed. She doesn't respond, she just listens and sighs.

"Hey," he raises his voice a just a bit which causes her to instinctively look up at him. He holds her chin up so she can look into his eyes. "Was your innocence really that important to you?"

"I had told you multiple times that I was not ready, and you did it anyway. You fucking tied me up, Levi." She breaks her silence. "What do you expect me to make of that?"

"The deal was when I took you was that you were mine, and you're going to be my wife." He replies. "Shouldn't a husband be able to do whatever he wants with his wife?"

"I'm not your wife yet... even then I don't think its in any rulebook that a husband is supposed to force himself onto his wife." she defies him. She may be terrified of him, but she had been raised to always defend herself against anybody that takes advantage of her, even if that one person happens to be the King. 

He looks at her and doesn't say anything, just thinking. She was right, though. He knew that when he had done what he did last night, then she was most likely going to hate him for it, or even be afraid of him, which she was. Though, at the same time he was confident that he would eventually gain her trust and get used to him and his ways. After all, she wasn't going anywhere. He tries to put both his hands on her face to look at her better, but she slaps his hand away.

"You told me... you would never hurt me!" she cries. Trying not to let tears run down her eyes once again, she wanted to be stronger from now on, considering her circumstances and her future as a Queen.

"Even if it's right or not right in your eyes, I don't plan to hurt you, nor stop what I want to do with you." Levi says. Preparing to walk off and leave her questioning her worth once again. She softly looks to her left towards the doors of their bedroom, then looking back up at him to see what he did not take his eyes off her the entire time.

Asuna realizes that her version of 'hurt' and his are completely different. He wasn't going to change, he wasn't going to take her interests at heart. She got it now, he wasn't just humanities strongest nor the King of the Walls, he was a selfish asshole, who takes advantage of his own power and does what he wants to others, even his Queen. A part of her always knew, but now she was certain. He may have been attracted to her, but Levi only took her hand in marriage because he needed to get married, and rejected to marry any other girl that was thrown at him, and that the only reason she is here is for his mere entertainment. 

She sighs softly, the discreetly looks to her left towards the doors of their bedroom, then looking back up at him to see that he did not take his eyes off her the entire time.

"You planning to run away?" he asks.

"I am strongly considering it." 

He chuckles, giving her one last kiss to her forehead before walking away and heading for the door. She stands up and thinks in her head that she can probably make a run for it, but all the odds seemed to be against her. 

"Well, you can't." He turns back then opens the door to leave. "I have work to do, there should be maids coming in soon to help you with your wardrobe. Hange also insisted that she would be the one to show you around the castle, so get ready for that, too."

With that, he turns around and closes the door behind him. Hearing a lock shortly after, she groans in annoyance. Falling onto the bed face first and screaming into the pillow. Is this asshole really going to keep me locked in here the entire time? I sure fucking hope not. Asuna thought about what her rights will be as a Queen once her and Levi get married, maybe once it is official he won't be able to enforce her being locked in this room 24/7. So much for the version of 'never hurting her' or 'never treat her unfairly.' Did he actually say that? I don't remember. Regardless, he's not going to keep me in this fucking room forever.

She walks out to the balcony and feels the sunlight shine on her for the first time since she's been here. She sees the town beneath her, she hears the voices and commotion within it, as well as Wall Sina in the distance. She doesn't think she has ever seen the wall open like this before, and it was beautiful, all of it. Feeling the breeze against her face, she takes a deep breath and admires the life living below her. It is absolutely insane that a world like this is surrounded by giant monsters who want nothing but to eat us, not that I've ever seen one. Is this how it is going to be for life as we know it? 

She tries to lay back down, still exhausted from the events of last night as well as her lack of sleep. Now that he's gone, maybe she can just rest a bit before those maids or whoever he referred to were going to come in. She was surprisingly excited to meet new faces, the fear of the idea of her being trapped inside a room all day with nobody to talk to. I wish he would let me actually know him rather than just kiss me and fuck me, take my virginity, with no meaning behind it. All I've wanted was to feel loved by someone, if anything. I felt that kind of love with Harrison, but it was unfortunate that I didn't feel the same. 

This, on so many levels, was different. 

After about 20 minutes, Asuna closes her eyes and drifted off, the exhaustion that she's felt since this was all happening was finally catching up to her. The nerves calmed down, all the fear she felt was slowly slipping away, finally, she could rest her head in peace. 

Like she has been so many times, she was wrong. 

She hears a knock on the door, quickly shooting up from her slumber and looks at the door. Hearing it knock one more time, she doesn't know where to go from here. Do I say something? Or are they just going to walk in?

"Uhh, come in?" she hesitantly says.

After that, the door is unlocked and opens before she knew what was happening. A tall girl walks in with a hand maiden dress, she had short black haired and smiled at Asuna with delight and waved. Asuna gets up from the bed and rubs her eyes, attempting to wake up. Seeing the black haired girl waving at her, following her was five other handmaidens who came in with countless amount of dresses, clean sheets and towels and bows before her, as if she was some sort of Goddess. Ladies, please don't. I'm no Goddess, nor am I a Queen.

"Your Grace," the black haired girl bows to her, following the others to do the same. "We have been ordered to help you with your wardrobe and getting set up with everything!"

Your Grace? Are you kidding?  Deep down she didn't want anyone to call her that, but she expected that is what was expected of them, since she is now the Queen, or will be at least...in the coming week, she will be officially be titled as 'Your Grace,' despite not feeling that way at all, nor feeling like she could ever deserve that kind of title. 

"Hi." Asuna replies. Seeing all of the handmaidens await for her to give her cue for them to come forward and walk in. They didn't want to upset her or make her uncomfortable, after all. 

"May we come in?" the black haired girl asks politely. She can sense by their presence and their manners that they are only here to help. With that, she nods.

They all walk in as if they knew the bedroom by heart. Carrying in lots of clothing that was covered so that she couldn't see what they looked like beneath. All walking towards her and putting the clothes in her closet while quietly saying 'Your Grace' as they continued doing what they came to do. She didn't know what to do or what to say, politely nodding her head as they walked all around her. They must have been told not to speak to her unless spoken to, but that's not what she wanted at all. The only person who spoke up and broke the silence was the black haired girl, who came up to her and bowed in front of her. 

"Your Grace, we have been sent to get your wardrobe set up, as well as grant you with any request that you may need."

"Um, thank you!" she hesitantly replies. "Actually, I am pretty hungry, I... haven't eaten since..."

"Yes! Of course!" the black haired girl responds. "Shall we get you some breakfast?"

"Yes please." Asuna smiles, grateful to someone for actually granting her some kindness. With that, a couple of the maids nod and walk out to go get their Queen some food, while the others stayed and get up the dresses for her to try on, as well as changing the sheets to the bed, which were far from clean prior to the night before. As the two girls change the sheets to the bed, they saw small blood stains that covered it, they notice it and expected why they were there, but didn't say anything to avoid making their Queen feel awkward. 

Looking down in embarrassment, she got reminded again on everything that just happened the night prior, feeling slightly sad and defeated. The black haired girl stands in front of her and looks at her in sadness. She can probably guess why Asuna was feeling down, as well as why there were blood stains on the sheets, she wanted to comfort her and tell her that everything will get easier, and that she is going to be happy here, but at the moment, she wasn't happy at all.

"Are you okay?" the girl asks her. Asuna looks up and seems surprised on her asking her if she was alright. Do I really not look like I'm okay? I mean, I'm not... but I really don't want to look like I'm sad. 

That question seemed to get to her more than the maid girl expected it to. She looks up at the girl with an expression in her eyes that would break anyone's heart, her eyes started to water as she attempted to not break down once again. She nods without trying to show her true feels and smiles softly. 

"May I?" the black haired girl asks her while extending out her hands to grab hers. Asuna nods and takes her hands in hers, small tears finally slipping out as she couldn't hold it in anymore, especially if someone is nice enough to give her comfort while she goes through her this kind of stress. 

"It will get easier," the sweet maid girl reassures her. "I promise."

Asuna wipes her tears and chuckles softly. "I'm sorry, but can I ask who you are?"

"I'm Dana, Your Grace!" she responds joyfully, still holding onto her hands and squeezing them to comfort her. "I'm your new personal handmaiden!"

Personal handmaiden? She thought. Like somebody that's going to bathe and cloth me all the time? I'd really prefer to do that all myself... I mean, if she's going to be considered my personal handmaiden, she should let me know what I want. At least she seems sweet.

"It's nice... to meet you..." she replies shyly. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit nervous."

"That's okay," she smiles back. "I can understand completely, but if there is anything you need at all, please ask me. There is nothing I want to do more but to make your new life here better."

Asuna smiles and silently thanks her. Maybe this personal handmaiden of hers will become somebody she can actually trust, somebody she can talk to whenever she needs it. Hange seemed like she'd be trustworthy and would be there for her when she needs it. Though, Hange was extremely busy all the time with Scout Regiment missions and her studies on the existence of the titans, Asuna doesn't want to bother her when she's occupied on other things. So with Dana, she was able to rely on her when she is going to need it most. 

"Shall we start with your wardrobe?" Dana asks. "We have brought lots of custom designed dresses that I think you'd look amazing in!"

She nods once again, not ever being treated like this before. She turns to see the other handmaidens who just changed the sheets to the bed grabbing out the dresses and items that were in her suitcase. Putting her pictures and other items that she brought to the side, they grabbed the dresses she brought and walked out with them, surprising her on what they are doing with her clothes.

"Wait, what are they doing?" Asuna questions. 

"You don't need those worn out clothes anymore, we're here to bring you new things to wear! After all, since you're going to be the Queen, you'll have to look presentable!" Dana answers her.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Wait, I'm not going to say that out loud, I don't want to be mean when she's just here trying to help. Are my clothes not good enough for this place? I mean, most of them were clothes I wore when I was working on the farm at home... But they didn't have to take them away, what the hell.

"I guess?" Asuna responds. 

All the handmaidens helped her undress and took turns helping her into different dresses. A lot of the dresses didn't fit her and started tightening around her waist, her breasts were too big for most of these which surprised the girls on how beautifully shaped she was. They had given her and tried on over 20 dresses that she can wear, the one she liked the best was the long, cream colored silk fabric dress that almost liked like Daenerys Targaryen's wedding dress. It was comfortable and soft, most of the dresses were like this and not too fancy that she would look like a Barbie doll. 

"You are absolutely gorgeous." one of the handmaidens said, warming Asuna's heart a bit. 

"Levi picked well." Another one said. 

"Yeah! I'm jealous!" One more said.

The comments from the other handmaidens made Dana glare at them to shut up as they quickly backed off. The last thing Dana wanted was for Asuna to be more uncomfortable and embarrassed than she already was. After all, four or five girls had came into her room, undressed her and had seen every inch of her body. Dana had decided that from there on she wouldn't bring so many handmaidens to help her dress to make Asuna more comfortable. 

After about an hour, they had given her new dresses and some nightgowns that she can wear to sleep, it didn't seem to bad, she actually really liked how they looked on her, she felt like a princess. As they had began to finish, other girls had finally brought in her breakfast which made her mouth water. She was so hungry, the other girls left, leaving her with just Dana to accompany her. It was a beautiful dish of with French toast and eggs, with some pancakes on the side. It looked so appetizing.

"Thank you for everything," Asuna gratefully says as she begins to dig in, feeling like she hasn't eaten in years. Dana smiles and feels like she was successful at making her Queen feel slightly better.

"Of course, Your Grace." she responds happily. "I just hope you eventually start to like it here, every girl in the kingdom, as well as in the castle, all wish they could be in your place right now."

Dana was right. She was luckier than most, especially on where she stands right now. Beautiful dresses, a luxurious room, and delicious food. The one thing that she wishes would be different was the behavior of her fiancee. She couldn't get the thought out of her head, will he ever change? Or is this just going to be how it is for her now? 

"Also, you don't need to call me that. Just Asuna is fine." She addresses. Dana nods. Anything for my Queen. Dana thought. After a couple minutes of Asuna enjoying her food as if she hadn't eaten in her entire life. She realizes that this new personal handmaiden of hers seemed to be someone who truly had her best interests at heart, unlike someone she knew. 

"I hate him..." Asuna said out of nowhere. Dana glanced at her and widened her eyes in shock, surprised on what she said as well as the idea that she is actually expressing her true feelings to her. 

"Levi-sama?"

"Who else? I don't know how I am going to get through any of this." she said, drinking the tea that was given to her with her breakfast. 

"It's only been one night, and I almost thought about running out the door and getting as far from here as I can." She finishes. 

"Like I said, it will get easier." Dana reassures her again. Knowing what she is referring to. He took her virginity against her will, didn't he? Great way to introduce your future wife to her new home. Damn it, Levi-sama.

"Listen," Dana continues. "I've been here a long time, and I have heard how scary Levi can be, but he's not a bad person. This kingdom is thriving because of him, and now he finally has someone that he can call his wife. You won't be stuck in this room forever, Your Gra- I mean, Asuna-sama. Just give it some time, I promise you everything... will work out."

Dana words really touched her, and surprisingly made her feel a bit more confident than she was before. She was also happy that she called her by her first name rather than Your Grace. I am really starting to like this girl. Asuna thought. 

She may have claimed that she hated Levi, but deep down she may feel like that's an overstatement. He may of hurt her and took advantage of her, with no feeling at all that he might deeply care for her, but he had to have chosen her to be his Queen for a reason, right? The words that Dana said gave her some hope that maybe he might eventually change, and this will all get easier soon. 

"Yeah..." Asuna responds. "Anyways, um.. I was told that Hange was going to come get me soon to show me around the castle. I'm actually quite curious to see all of it! Is she running late?"

A handmaiden girl comes and grabs her plate from the table as Dana tries to figure out the right way to respond. 

"Yeah, she hasn't forgotten!" Dana states. "She's just been a bit preoccupied with some serious business right now." 

With that, as the other handmaidens leave the room, Asuna sees that there are about four guards standing watch at her door, with strong alert in their stances, and other soldiers running by the hallway in a rush to get to their destination. That's weird, are there usually this many guards at my door? 

Confused, she agrees that Hange might have some business to work on before she could get to her. Though, she couldn't help but see the hesitation and fear that Dana had in her eyes, there must be something she wasn't telling her, because she seemed to tense up a bit as if there was something wrong. 

But what was it? What is wrong?

AN:

[I am sorry if this chapter was slow and boring, I am trying to get it so that we understand Asuna's (Or Y/N's) surroundings, also introducing new characters that seem like they can help her along the way. If you've gotten this far in my story, please let me know if you like it so far, I really appreciate you :)]

-Kat

#attackontitan #kinglevi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi heichou #levi x reader #levi x you #leviackerman #levi art #levismut #snk levi #snk #aot levi #aot x reader #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #leviackerman x reader #captain levi

[portra400s]

MUN INTRO: hey! my name's peyton [th/th, cst, 21+] & i'll be writing for sverre olsen, lee hyeon, selena palacio & dylan hwang here. you can find me on discord @ #seamonkeydefender & please feel free to add me w/o asking as well! discord is my preferred plotting method. all of my characters are on sideblogs aside from sverre, so i will be dming from this blog when necessary... hehe

CHARA INTRO: first up, sverre olsen. he's a 26yr old grad student studying @ jeju natl university on the gks scholarship. he's an assistant editor for the local paper, but mostly works remotely as he spends a lot of time in jeju city for school. currently on his ~2nd year of living in yuseong bay. you can view his stats here & his pinterest here if interested!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?: technically, about three and a half years ago when he did a semester abroad @ jeju natl uni as an undergrad student. he was living in jeju city, but a friend brought him to yuseong bay to see the meteor shower and he kind of fell in love with the place, which prompted him to consider doing the entirety of his grad studies in jeju. obviously, things ended up working out in his favor and he moved to yuseong bay two years ago.

what does an average day look like for your muse?: wake up at 6:30am, check on his cat (let her in if she spent the night outside; let her out if she spent the night inside) / make sure she has food, get ready, grab a quick coffee & breakfast @ andante cafe, catch the bus to jeju city, hate his life for about 7 hours, catch the bus back to yuseong bay, check on his cat (let her in if she spent the day outside; let her out if she spent the day inside), spend the rest of his evening working thru his laptop, which he will usually do in a public setting in order to people watch and daydream about having more friends than he does, try to go to bed by 10:30pm, usually lay awake regretting until midnight. rinse, repeat.

where can your muse usually be found?: around 7:30am he'll make a brief appearance at cafe andante (every weekday) / 8am to 3pm he'll be in jeju city @ jeju natl uni (mon, tues, thurs, fri) / frequently makes appearances at daeyanghwa florals to buy himself flowers, usually around 5:30/6pm / stops by ojo records about once every two weeks to see if anyone's given up any old records that might be up his alley / seen in the vicinity of hanwha resort wednesdays around 11:30am for undisclosed reasons, shut up, no you didn't see him there, that must've been someone else / does his weekly grocery shopping at lemon martes on wednesdays somewhere between 2pm and 5pm, usually loiters for a bit hoping to have a meetcute (hasn't happened yet, maybe next time?).

how does your muse feel about hanwha resort?: admittedly indifferent, but the general consensus suggests that he shouldn't be too into the idea, so he'll talk his fair share of shit if the social situation calls for it. unfortunately his parents chose to purchase a timeshare as an excuse to be closer to him for at least two weeks out of the year, so that's both making sverre truly hate the place but also making the locals think he's a supporter since his name is also on the timeshare and he has to attend the seminars.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?: eh... he's got a stray cat that's taken a shine to him, he's on a full-ride scholarship and still has another year to go before he gets his master's degree, and rent's cheaper here than it is in jeju city, so he's got reasons to stay at least for the next year. however, he doesn't romanticize yuseong bay like he used to & wouldn't be opposed to relocating—regardless, he'll have to go back to the netherlands once he's done with school, soooo...

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse's three favorite songs: annie's song by john denver, chateau lobby #4 (in c for two virgins) by father john misty, my girl by the temptations; a fan of emotionally-charged, old (or old-sounding) love songs.

describe your muse's wardrobe: “grandpacore,” to put it simply. a color palette of neutrals in vintage inspired pieces. a lot of chunky sweaters, loose trousers & loafers, has sometimes been told that his fashion choices are “reminiscent of oatmeal,” whatever that means. occasionally breaks out a bold t-shirt or sweatshirt with some ironic phrase on it. accessorizes with messenger bags, dad hats, minimal gold jewelry & retro (sun)glasses. has a collection of converse high-tops, but rarely wears them these days.

color, word, and emoji to describe your muse: beige, "oatmeal", 🧸

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse: really likes animals (especially ones that people are usually afraid of or grossed out by, i.e possums, insects, rodents), the sound of the ocean (including putting a big shell up to his ear to "hear the ocean"), laughing / really doesn't like ac/dc, traveling by taxi, action movies.

three positive and negative traits for your muse: positive affectionate, sincere, intelligent / negative obsessive, irrational, dependent.

three talents and shortcomings for your muse: talents cooking, picking up new words, befriending wild critters / shortcomings can't drive, nervous about making phonecalls, low spice tolerance.

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome: at the moment, sverre's an assistant editor for the local newspaper; in the remaining time that he'll be in yuseong bay, he would like to be promoted to just... an editor... but that probably won't happen. aside from that, he's currently The Loser of Yuseong Bay so it would be nice to see him gain more confidence in himself / make meaningful friendships!

#yshqs:intro #i'm the queen of yapland #i luvvv to yap

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I must say, it's pretty poetic that I've gotten to season 6 of Vampire Diaries right before another solar eclipse happens in America. I certainly didn't plan it, but it does feel like my timing is very appropriate with this one. I do have questions about the accuracy of the eclipse portrayal in the show, though. I mean, a solar eclipse did in fact happen on May 10, 1994, and it was visible across much of the country, so that much is accurate. But I don't think Mystic Falls would've had quite as good of a view as they show it having. For reference, here's a map of the May 1994 eclipse path (credit: timeanddate.com):

And, if you'll remember, Mystic Falls is like two hours from my old hometown just a stone's throw north of Lynchburg, Virginia, as seen on the locator spell map (this one's all over tumblr, forgive me for not remembering what blog I grabbed it from):

So if you zoom in on the timeanddate map and pick somewhere closeish to there:

It looks like Mystic Falls would be getting a little over 77% coverage or so. It's also worth noting that the '94 eclipse was an annular eclipse, not a total eclipse like tomorrow's eclipse. That still means that the moon went directly in front of the sun, but it does mean that it was small enough/far enough from earth that you didn't quite get full coverage of the sun (thanks to weather.gov for the nifty graphic):

So, I'm not positive whether it would've looked quite as dark as was shown in the show:

Although, I must admit, in this video I found on youtube of the '94 eclipse, (part of me is shocked to find footage from then but I know I shouldn't be like yes they had cameras in the 90s) it actually looks more similar than I expected it to look, but I imagine it was most likely filmed within the path of totality:

But also, when Kai takes Bonnie to Portland, don't they see the eclipse again there? I couldn't find that clip on youtube just now, but Portland barely had any eclipse--only 42-43% coverage, so it would've been way milder of a visual effect, barely any dimming in the sky noticeable without eclipse glasses.

The funny thing is, the area where I live is going to be sitting right around 80% coverage tomorrow. I was lucky enough to get to travel to Missouri for the 2017 eclipse to get into the path of totality, but I'm afraid that it hasn't worked out for me to do so this year, which is immensely disappointing to me as an astronomy enjoyer, but I do still plan to go to an eclipse party and I'm going to start saving to try and get to Spain for the next total eclipse in 2026, which is going to be right around my 30th birthday (screaming). Anyways, it isn't great, but here's my best picture from the '17 eclipse:

I didn't even have a smartphone yet then, because despite it being 2017, I was somewhat of a luddite, so I had the purple flip phone I so stubbornly clung to and a point-and-click Nikon, but I still think this picture is pretty cool for what it is. Here's the zoom in so you can really see that ring of fire (and my shaking hands doubling the image):

Obviously you can find thousands of better eclipse pictures online, but that one's still special to me because it's mine. Anyways, I'll report back with smart phone pictures from whatever I see of the 80% total eclipse tomorrow to compare and contrast with Mystic Falls's 70% annular eclipse of the 90s, because from what I've heard it's going to be much less impressive than full totality was, but I've yet to watch a partial solar eclipse, so I'll just have to find out. Also, if you happen to have any vampiric loved ones trapped in a magical prison dimension who you need help freeing during the eclipse tomorrow, let me know and I'll see what I can do! ;) Hahaha. Anyways, happy eclipse everyone, and may we all possess sufficient self restraint to avoid eye damage (says the woman who has looked at the sun unprotected so many times and is probably going to go blind because of it some day. I know what I've done lol. Don't be me.)

#posts where I actually feel like I'm using my blog as a blog #Solar Eclipse #Solar Eclipse 2024 #Solar Eclipse 1994 #The Vampire Diaries #TVD 6x02 #is where the screenshot's from specifically #Damon Salvatore #Bonnie Bennett #Eclipse History #nerding out over the eclipse in the vampire show #it's also funny to me how two eclipses in my lifetime are so close to my birthday. I think it probably means I have magical powers ;) #May 10 1994 #that's two years and change before I was born #April 8 2024 #I'm so tempted to ditch all my responsibilities and drive south to totality but it's an 8 hour drive and I'd have to leave at like 4am #if it was a 4-5 hour drive to totality I'd do it. but I think a 16 hour round trip would kill me and I didn't have the good sense to plan #or book a hotel in advance or anything and everything in totality will be booked up for sure. and tonight is the night I would need to be #in a hotel anyways so. missed that boat. I mean I could go now and just drive through the night. but ugh. I just. ugh. I can but I can't yk #anyways everybody says that the Vampire Diaries writing quality drops off around here but I'm still loving it so far #it's incredibly frustrating sometimes but like. it knows how to give me The Feels(tm) and so I'll let it jerk me around all it wants #I would personally prolly want to stay in the prison world for at least a little bit to get to enjoy that eclipse from a bunch of angles th #like that's a rad as heck day to get trapped on imho. Love me a good eclipse #i ramble #even in the tags I ramble #Youtube

[writermuses]

Hello darlings!

I'm still alive/here. I know I owe all the things and I appreciate you all following my "queue that" rule because I haven't been on my computer to write let alone draft. In case you're wondering what I've been up to I'll give you a bulleted list of the teacher life near D.C. under the read more.

🩵 Natty

Here's some chaos:

My student pulled the fire alarm and rather than addressing that for the felony it is, kiddo is on a 1 month suspension (you get 45 days for fighting) Worth noting this student was previously expelled 2 years ago for a gun situation.

We've had 2 mob fights at my school and another at the next closest high school (they also had a stabbing and the response was "well at least it wasn't our school on the news this time")

I've had more meetings than there were days of the week and worked past 5 nearly every day (we love unpaid work... i'm talking like full time job hours of unpaid labor)

My school has gone through more than 12 principals in my 6 years here and the new one has given me 9 blocks of classes to have my students research, make posters, assemble 550 meal kits, complete a reflection, and present a summary (to whom? idk bro) All while never answering my emails... in case you're wondering it costs 20k to get the groceries for this task alone. As of right now I have 3 students that can build the 550 meal kits. We have 2 80 minute blocks to build them all or our low income families have nothing to eat over spring break 👍

Our bell schedule is changing so that we'll have 3 lunches with students required to be in the cafeteria, instead of 2 where they're in our classrooms. This will end all in school clubs (RIP Four Square Club 😢 ) and we need 350 more chairs in the cafeteria 😂 fyi I had to have 3 students standing per block for 4 weeks because we couldn't get desks and chairs for my classes of 33. When I got desks they gave me elementary cubby desks. (I teach HS. The average 'kid' is like 5'5 hahaha)

The students booed the new principal so loudly at the pep rally that I could hear it with earplugs in and she didn't send their bitch asses back to class. She said, "Hmm, I think I hear some boos? Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last."

Here's some cute shit:

My nearly non-verbal gem of a human told me a joke: Why did the sun go to class? To get a little brighter!

That same student: His current hyperfixation is roasting my lack of an immune system. He calls me his weakest superhero 😂

In a room full of extremely politically divergent teenagers, they almost unanimously agreed that a person facing criminal charges shouldn't be allowed to run for office and then had civil discourse about it.

The hype of my Afghani students getting to teach their class the Arabic alphabet when we started our new module. (Also their hype over the teachers showing up to their club's fundraiser)

A parent made shirts for the seniors on our 🏀 team (just 4 boys). They got to pick their favorite and most impactful teacher and she wanted each one to have a different teacher wearing theirs but 2 of them insisted it be me and wouldn't budge 😭 (also one of them interviewed to play ball overseas so 🤞 for him)

A parent made the staff valentines day cupcakes

A student in culinary arts gave me a banging cinnamon roll the size of my head

A quiet student from last year came by to tell me he bowled nearly 300 and made brownies- they were not pot brownies, I took the risk and it was worth it 😂

2 of my kids with over 100 absences showed up this week! They won't pass but 👍 nice to know they're like alive

#ooc

[houseofbrat]

I am just laughing because I sent you that ask, and days after, we have another reporter making W the biggest victim (again, I have sympathy but he is the last one on my list). I find it very tiring TBH, 24/7 they are writing articles like that one, and they should be careful, because many people can start saying that he is crying too much and that he is being tone deaf, that the normal UK people don’t have such privileges and he is still playing victim when nobody is asking for explanations. I think it’s time that his PR stop the articles, because honestly is becoming too much.

I know Chemo isn’t an easy process, it’s honestly very difficult, but reporters and even W’s PR act as if he is the one receiving it and not Catherine. I know Charles doesn’t have small children and maybe he is receiving radiotherapy (that’s why he can do more duties), but still, it’s very odd having him working more than W, when he apparently had Carole and Michael mainly, helping their daughter and most importantly, helping with the children. It’s honestly very bad to have Rebecca saying that he only will work one day per week, yikes, again, I understand it, but I think he can at least work 3 days (and even one day doing 2 engagements and the other 2 days one engagements, at the very least 4. He should have never said that he hates the ribbon cutting engagements, those ones could have been their saving in this period (just 1 hour per engagement, and then he perfectly can do the school run in the morning and in the evening).

Do you think the Wales children will attend Trooping the Colour? It will kinda weird having them on the balcony but not K (since English basically said she won’t attend), and after all the conspiracies, I can’t stop thinking that having such picture with W and his children, will fuel the drama again.

William's inability to do an appropriate level of engagements at this point is completely ridiculous. His kids are in school five days a week, but he can only work one day per week? What utter bullshit.

Yes, I think George, Charlotte, and Louis will attend Trooping the Colour (TTC). They've done it before. George and Charlotte are old enough to ride in a carriage unsupervised by an adult, as they are almost 11 and 9. Louis will be 6 soon, but he's ridden in carriages before without problems. All the kids have to do for TTC is get dressed up, be at Buckingham Palace on time, ride in a carriage to the site, watch the parade from inside the building, and then ride back in the carriage.

Given the practice those three kids have had with the Platinum Jubilee, last year's coronation, and other TTCs, it shouldn't be a problem for them to ride in a carriage with or without their mother. Anyone suggesting otherwise needs to get their head checked, as it will immediately invite more scrutiny and problems regarding the Wales family in general and Kate. The kids don't engage with the general public during TTC. They sit in a carriage to the Horse Guards Parade and back to BP. It is not far at all.

I didn't see Rebecca English state anything in her last piece about Kate not attending TTC. Perhaps she said it elsewhere or people are just jumping to that conclusion as it is unlikely that she will be doing The Colonel's Review the week prior (08 June). Even still, it's more than a month away. We don't even know if King Charles is going to ride a horse or ride in a carriage yet. Kate could easily just ride in the carriage with George, Charlotte, and Louis, and watch from inside the building instead of being outside on the dais, as she was last year with Queen Camilla.

Again, if Kate doesn't appear at TTC at all, then it supports my previous statement that "she is going to be more reclusive for the next year or two."

#ask #Workshy Will #William The Terrible #William The Weak #William The Prince of OWN GOALS #prince william #William The Prince of Wales #Trooping The Colour #kate middleton #Catherine The Princess of Wales #prince george #princess charlotte #prince louis

[samrieimg]

Welp. Late night vent time.

But before that, thank you for 1001 kudos on Sugar Lips :3

In simple,  my co-writer ghosted me. In long, it shouldn't have been a surprise.

It is hard to write without them as silly as it sounds. It has been hard for months--our talks got few and far between and they haven't wanted to talk about writing for a year-- but...a complete absence bears a lot harder.

A lot of my writing feels like a reminder. I'm left dismayed by it. If it had to end, I wish we could have ended it sooner and properly with closure. On some note, I'm grateful this is a form of closure to what's felt like months of communication issues.

But on the other hand I'm angry. The ordeal has made me feel worthless and I feel wounded. It was a tumultuous last few months and I feel like I tried to be as understanding and caring as possible. This feels a lot like being backhanded.

Maybe with time I'll feel less sour and upset and angry about it all, but when 90% of my AUs are buried in that...

I'm deleting all mention of my co-writer in next 24 hours from works. Symbolically, I need to and I don't think they'd care either way, they haven't cared for awhile about my writing.

Which...is a realization that stings a lot more than I thought, enough i admittedly lose my tough big man status and cry a bit.

Funny thing is we met because of my writing. They originally made fan art of it in a previous fandom I was in.

I'm not giving up on my works. I love them all dearly still.

And a final message I won't ever send, because I'm as much of a coward as they are.

"Fuck you. I'm going to be honest the last 6 months sucked. I regret visiting you IRL. I did not have fun. And also I loved you like a sibling, and I will miss you, and I'm thankful for what you inspired me to do, and resentful all the same."

#author rambles

[zoeykallus]

Tech – Thank You For Loving Me 22 – The Future Ahead Of Us

Tech x Fem!Reader FF

Warnings: Future Talk/ Family Talk/ Fluff

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Tech thinks about your future together and lets you share his thoughts. Soon, things could change for both of you.

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What Happened Before:

Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Part 14 - Games To Play

Part 15 - Work Work Work

Part 16 - Trouble

Part 17 - In Loving Domination (½)

Part 18 - The Game Changer

Part 19 - Wild Animal

Part 20 - Embarrassing Vulnerabilities

Part 21 - Between Hangover And Love

Part 22 - The Future Ahead Of Us

You were lying next to Tech in the engine room among tools, cables and other machine parts. The Hope had suffered some small failures lately and at the moment you had some free time to take care of the matter. Since you didn't want Tech to spend so much time alone at work again, you offered to help him.

You were both covered in machine oil and focused on your work. The hours passed until Tech finally exclaimed, "I've got the culprit!"

You sighed in relief and looked down at the little thing he held up in his hand, a burned-through chip barely bigger than your thumbnail. No wonder it had taken so long to find it.

"That little thing caused all that trouble?" you asked, surprised.

Tech nodded and said, "Never underestimate the little things in life, they too can have a big impact."

You laughed softly.

"In a philosophical mood today?"

He cocked an eyebrow at you, with a small smirk.

"Well, it's true, after all, that little thing has caused quite a few malfunctions in the Hope," he noted.

"Where do we get a replacement? Is it hard to replace?" you wanted to know with concern.

Tech sat up and said, "No, it shouldn't be too much of a problem, you can find these control chips at most scrap dealers, it's not expensive either."

You nodded in relief. Not too many jobs had been coming in lately, and your finances were getting pretty tight.

As if he suspected your worries, he smiled at you and said, "It's all okay, the repair will be done quickly and we won't lose many credits on it. Don't always worry so much."

You smiled at him, caught.

"How do you know I'm worried?"

"It's written all over your face, in neon letters" he replied teasingly and kissed you.

When he broke away from your lips he smiled again and said, "You look sexy and cute at the same time right now. Smeared with machine oil, hair a little disheveled".

You laughed in amusement, "I look like you do every night after work".

Tech said teasingly, "Wow, how can you resist me even for one night?"

"Well, if it were up to me, I wouldn't either" you said equally teasingly "But you're often so exhausted after work that I hardly dare breathe in your direction for fear you might keel over"

He chuckled, "Okay good point."

He kissed you again, the touch gentle, warm and soft, your hands automatically moved to his neck and he pulled you onto his lap. There you sat together, immersed in a gentle but heartfelt kiss amidst the machines, machine parts and tooling.

It was so nice to have some time for each other, even if a few more jobs in the near future wouldn't have gone amiss for the financial situation. Everything had its pros and cons.

As you broke away from the kiss again, Tech asked abruptly: "Have you ever thought about having kids?"

You paused, even held your breath for a moment.

"Kids?" you asked, not sure you had heard him correctly.

He nodded and said, "Yes, children."

Truthfully, you told him thoughtfully, "Now and then I do, mostly because I think you'd make a great father and your brothers would make wonderful uncles, but the way we live has always made me reject the idea."

Tech blinked then said, "Once you were pregnant, of course you wouldn't be able to participate in the jobs we do, is that what you meant?"

"Also, but also that these jobs are often dangerous and I don't want to be a single mom," you voiced your concern "If we are going out together that's different than if I had to stay behind and wait and hope each time for you to come back to me."

Tech's expression softened, he kissed your neck and said. "I would be much more careful of course, maybe look for another permanent job. I'm a very good engineer as you know, a good technician and I can operate and program with practically any machine. I could leave the mercenary life behind."

Surprised, you grabbed his face with both hands and pushed his head back so you could look at him.

"Would you want that?" you asked seriously.

He looked at you from big amber eyes and nodded, "Yes, I would. I don't want to live this unsteady life forever. And since you and I are a couple, I want more, a family. I think our children would be beautiful and smart, hoping they would look more like you."

You laughed softly and kissed him on the forehead. Your heart beat faster and faster. It was a beautiful thought to start a family with Tech. But could you really settle down somewhere safe?

"Honestly, I'm a little afraid of that as well, of maybe failing as a father like that, but with your help, nothing can really go wrong," he said with a smile.

"Have you talked to your brothers about it yet?" you wanted to know.

Tech smirked and nodded.

"Hunter says he thinks we'd make good parents and wishes us nothing but the best," he said. "Wrecker was excited, a little like he was looking forward to a new playmate. Echo talked with me for a while about pros and cons, but in the end said he would love to be an uncle and would support us anytime."

You smiled then asked, "And Crosshair?"

Tech sighed.

"Does it matter that much?"

You frowned in surprise.

"He's your brother, too, isn't he? Has what he said been that negative?"

Tech shrugged and said, "Crosshair asked me why we would want to do that to each other, kids would be expensive, complicate everything and steal our valuable time"

"Wow" you said, more or less surprised "As always a sunny disposition"

Tech chuckled, "Don't worry, I didn't take his words too much to heart."

"It's probably better that way," you returned with a laugh.

After a short pause you said, "Well, he was right about one thing, even if he didn't put it that way, it would change a lot for us as a couple too. Do you think we're ready for that yet?"

Tech smiled unperturbed.

"Yes, Cyare, we are ready for absolutely anything my dear. We are unbeatable as a couple," he said with conviction.

"Okay," you said "I guess you're right."

His eyes searched yours intently.

"So you're not averse?"

You laughed softly, gently "I would love to be the mother of your children"

Tech beamed at you as if the sun had just risen for him for the first time in a long time.It was nice to see him so happy, he was absolutely irresistible when he radiated that joy.You wished you could see him like this all the time, with that joy on his face.

"We are ready aren't we?" he spoke thoughtfully with a blissful smile.

Again you nodded.

"Yes I think we are ready"

"Does that mean we're making a baby?" he asked excitedly.

You nodded once more and he kissed you deeply before you could say another word.

@ben-is-a-hoe

@kaminocasey

@nunanuggets

@hypnoash

@brynhildrmimi

@livi-s

@ttzamara

@thebadbatchscyare

@rexandechosandwich

@mybigfatspoonielife

@clone-whore-99 chxpsi

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@andyoufollowyourheart

#tech love #star wars #the bad batch #clonelove #clone force 99 #tbb #sw tbb #clone trooper tech #bad batch tech #tbb tech #tech #clone trooper tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #tech bad batch #tech tbb #tech the bad batch #tech x reader #tech x you #the bad batch tech #tech x female reader #tech x y/n #the bad batch fanfic #star wars the bad batch #star wars: the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch x reader #fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #tech x fem!reader

[kidelune]

TW: Mature themes, death, violence, blood, all that jazz. Read at your own discretion.

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine (1/2)

I'm writing this down now while it's still fresh on my mind, so in the case I'm ever found and arrested for it, I'll have this log as some sort of proof. Or even a confession.

[October 29, 2023, Somewhere between Yongsan and Incheon]

On the 29th of October of this year, four days ago, I was supposed to land safely on Japanese soil by 6 in the evening. My dad had agreed to pick me up from the airport and together we planned to grab a meal and some beer on the way back to Kyoto, where we live. It cuts me deeply now to remember how happy I'd been that day. After such a fun weekend spent with my boyfriend and friends, and of course, getting back to pops, which always excited me to all ends. I spent all morning holding my precious partner before he went to work, then gave him my afternoon, too. We had some lunch together right before my flight, though eating had been a challenge as parting for us was nothing short of bittersweet. We already knew we'd be apart for four days; he had work. And yet it had never occurred to me then that on top of that, I'd disappear entirely.

In hindsight, my joy had been a red herring of sorts.

Something strange happened around eleven, same day. The other gangs have been more aggressive lately, especially the Greens who've recently suffered a few greater losses than they've had to deal with in a while. The general goal had shifted from yielding for peace to blood for blood. They wanted Gun-pyo's head and would not stop until the hit is finally made on the right man. So around eleven that morning, I heard the burner phone I'd stolen a while back ringing for the first time since I found it. At first I had no clue what the sound was, until I realized during the second time it went off from somewhere in my closet. I found it but waited for the call to go dead prematurely, then waited until the very last ring to pick up. Up to my ear, while standing within the darkness asleep among my jackets I heard someone on the other end murmur, "I know it was you."

And for a horrifying moment the voice sounded like it came from the other side of my closet door. It didn't, but remembering now how I felt back then, how I held my breath and flushed with ire, I'm sure, despite everything, that I would've killed him on the way out.

Instead I quietly shrugged it off, drowned and then smashed the phone, blackmail material be damned. Because according to my logic and possibly greed, yeah it was me, so fucking what? Everything has already gone to shit and I was not about to be in Korea at all after the three following hours anyway.

At least I thought I shouldn't have been, but life wouldn't be life if it didn't have other plans in store for me, of fucking course. Halfway to the airport I'd asked my hyung to drop me off somewhere quiet so I could get a taxi instead, right after I noticed we were being followed. He has a kid so I didn't want him to get in trouble along with me if it came to it, although he'd stubbornly refused to abandon me at first. I hope to tell him soon that although my insistence got me kidnapped almost immediately after, I don't regret it. I could've died like he said, but I lived, after all.

As I expected though, my kidnappers were an odd mix of Greens, Reds and Blues, all guys we did business with. And I'm under the impression, still, that they'd followed me from home or somewhere too close to home for my comfort. I tried to fight them off and run, but I had nothing to protect myself. Next thing I knew I was somewhere in an abandoned building, disoriented as all hell. I didn't know in the beginning where exactly I was, though it couldn't have been too far from where they'd first apprehended me as I likely was not out of it for long. Alas, in that short amount of time they'd moved my unconscious body on location, stripped me of my clothes and belongings entirely, and was bound by the wrists and ankles on my knees.

I braced myself for a beatdown as soon as I was conscious again and rightfully so, as a beatdown I received after every question and threat of theirs I refused to answer (Tell us where your boss is. Do you know what will happen to you if you keep secrets? If you just talked, we wouldn't have to kill you). So their priority hardly was to keep me alive and that's the thing, I didn't mind it. I never could mind a split lip, some deep and tender bruises and black eyes, not even a stab. Even if they broke my bones and spit in my swollen eye and open wounds, I wouldn't snitch, though not for loyalty—not even fucking close. I have people to protect and if I had to die to guarantee their safety, I would.

Realizing this, the bastards started to burn my shit. Threw my suitcase and handbag into one of the braziers in the area. I lost my phone in that fire, alongside a lot of precious memories, messages and some of my skin. Which they burnt with a rod that's been cooking in the flames, dragging the thing down my back with a slowness so infinitesimal the space momentarily became hell itself. I saw red, I saw white, and then I couldn't see at all but just squirm there with the smell of my burning skin. While I tried to hold in my tears I imagined: this is what it must feel like to an angel having its wings ripped off.

That was the first night I disappeared.

[October 30, 2023, Somewhere between Kyoto, Japan and Seoul, South Korea]

The following section will be literal word of mouth, though as verbatim as I can help it. I trust my pops wouldn't lie to me.

He said and I scribe: he knew something was up within the first hour after I was supposed to land in Japan. I've warned him in the past before that while apart, if I ever went for more than 24 hours without replying to his messages or calls, assume I'm missing or dead. So he was more than prepared for situations like this though he also thought about waiting a while—maybe my phone had ran out of battery and I somehow forgot to charge it, while simultaneously forgetting he was picking me up. He went home, he said, and waited precisely another two hours before finally booking himself a flight to Korea for the morning. Nothing could get in the way of him finding me at that point, dead or alive, he said.

Much to my dismay, that's how he met Byungwoo for the first time. Instead of how I'd planned to introduce them in Japan, they were forced to meet prematurely at the expense of my safety. In front of my apartment proper, both of them desperate for some kind of sign of life from me. Maybe one of them might've even hoped it was all a bad dream and that they'd wake up in the next minute to me back in their realities. I would've hoped the same, yet that was our reality: his immediate suspicion upon seeing my boyfriend—who at the time to him was just another stranger, possibly some unsavoury figure from another gang waiting by the door for me to show up or come out. But pops' ability to read people is really impressive. Always has been. He could tell right away after getting closer that Byungwoo meant no harm, that they were both vulnerable flies approaching the same trap.

He told Byungwoo straight up about my position: his guess on point, being that I'd been taken somewhere and my phone had been shattered to limit contact. I don't really want to repeat what he'd said about Byungwoo's reaction to this, though. It truly breaks my heart to disastrous degrees to think about his face, the horror overtaking the beauty he'll always possess. The instantaneous panic, then a worry so raw and harrowing that it'd probably kept him up at night, waiting for who would not return so soon, nor as whole as he'd left. Who might've never returned. All I ever wanted was to do better for him. To not leave him behind to sleep and eat alone again, or have him worry to the point of tears and anger he hardly knew. All I wanted and will want, breathing or six feet under, is for him to be happy. Yet I've failed him again, to the point where my father had to warn him about getting near my apartment, lest he wanted to get hurt.

But in scenarios like this, I'd noticed, he becomes as determined as he is afraid, my partner. Last time I returned home hurt, he swore that he'd kill the people that wanted to hurt me. The hatred in his eyes at the time shocked me more than anything ever has before. It was real. Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd risk in a heartbeat something so incredibly horrendous for their sake? That'd make the two of us, at least. They ended up tracking my phone together. Two months or so ago Byungwoo and I decided to install a tracker app on our phones so he could track me in the case of an emergency. This was life or death, pops'd said, after they finally came across a distinct crosshair on the map that would serve as the first clue to my location.

Desperate but hopeful, my father rushed to Incheon with his eyes wide open, diving headfirst and alone into a full blown brawl between too many gangs to count. Kim Junseo, a legend of his own time, returned and purposely falling within the same trap his son did.

In the name of love. In the name of blood.

#kk.log #kk.written #i didn't know how else to write it without going into other povs

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weep little lion man (6/14)

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Fandom: Jedi: Fallen Order / Survivor Rating: T Warnings: N/A Ao3 Notes: still playing upload catch up, truly didn't mean to fall behind from uploading to Tumblr. There's one more chapter to upload after this! I update the fic every Thursday on Ao3, and I'm hopeful to get back on track for Tumblr as well :3

Summary: After defeating Dagan Gera for a third and final time, the Compass ends up in Bode's hands without a scratch. He could go back to Jedha with Cal... but he's holding what he wants. He doesn't see the point in pretending any longer. He makes a split-second decision. Or: Bode's betrayal goes a bit differently.

~°~

When Bode wakes, it's to pure peace.

Peace that he hasn't felt in a long, long, time.

His daughter, his sun, his moon, his stars, sleeps against his side, hair a mess, a soft smile on her peaceful face. It takes every ounce of strength Bode has to consider leaving; to stand up and let time move forward. If he's had his way, it would be just like this, for the rest of his life.

But he has work to do.

Slowly and carefully, he inches out of the bed. Kata mumbles and shifts, not waking, thank the stars. She deserves some rest. She can sleep in every day for the rest of her life.

He quickly changes into a new pair of clothes, and belts his holsters onto his body in the usual places. He checks over his blasters before putting them in place, pausing when he notices a third blaster that no longer belongs to him.

He should return it to Cal.

He can't help but feel happy at the thought of having an excuse to see Cal. Surely, today will go better than yesterday. Time and sleep could fix most anything, all Cal needed was to adjust. Surely he must realize how unhappy and unsafe he was while trying to one-man army the Empire. Their little spat last night, and the cold argument hours before that should be clearer now to the both of them.

He sneaks out of Kata's chosen bedroom, looking up and down the corridor and frowning when he realizes he doesn't exactly know where Cal had settled in for the night. He goes further down the corridor, checking the empty rooms as he goes, until he eventually finds a room which's door catches on the duffle Bode had given Cal.

He sighs in relief, opening the door further, but frowning when the room itself looks entirely untouched; not a single piece of dust disturbed.

He exits the bedroom, standing at the end of the corridor at a loss. Where else could Cal be, if not in one of these rooms?

Memories of the argument last night flutters into the forefront of his mind and he curses. He let Cal rile him up, get him angry, and Bode said things he shouldn't have. He can't count the amount of times he'd go to check on Cal back at Koboh just to find his bedroom empty and the kid turning out to be scaling cliffs and taming wild animals while under the moonlight. Cal doesn't sleep, especially if he's emotionally compromised.

He's outside.

And he's been outside all night.

He stuffs Cal's blaster into his belt and storms out of the room.

-o-o-o-o-

When Cal wakes, he wakes slowly. His body has arranged itself into something somewhat comfortable on cool ground, and the morning weather is perfectly decent; not too hot, not too cold. He opens his eyes slightly, thankfully the cliff had casted him in a shadow, so it's not too bright to look around.

He doesn't move quite yet. There's something foreboding about the thought of moving so soon.

He can feel his body, no problem. He doesn't feel injured; just majorly sore in a way that feels comforting and familiar instead of the soreness he had been suffering the day before. Nothing feels pulled, or torn, or punctured.

But he still doesn't move.

Subconsciously, he knows something is wrong. He knows that the second he stretches his legs and moves himself up so he's sitting, the wrongness will reveal itself. It's a terrifying peace before the storm; like sitting in an open field and watching a thunderstorm slowly approach. The sun still shines from behind, and the breeze is still friendly. Yet, that storm will arrive, and it'll last days, and the simple peaceful times will be a lost memory.

He slowly begins to realize what's waiting for him; it's lurking, eagerly waiting for his brain to turn on for it to pounce. He doesn't regret coming out last night, but he begins to regret sleeping out last night while in the chill, covered in sweat.

So he savors this peace for a little while, cursing himself for only making things harder.

Once the shadow of the cliff moves a little bit, and the position he's laying carefully unmoving in starts to become uncomfortable, he finally gives in.

He places his hands under his elbows and lifts himself up. His knee protests in still healing anger, but that's not what has him groaning.

It's the pounding in his skull, a stinging at the back of his throat, the blocked airways of his nostrils that he knows won't fully clear even if he found something to blow his nose with.

Great. He's caught a cold.

It's not bad, nothing he can't deal with right now. His immune system is practically a solid chunk of beskar, a year on Bracca alone introduced his body to more diseases and viruses than he'd ever encounter on a nice sterile ship as a Padawan, or even while on the battlefield of the Clone Wars. Kinda came with the mixing pot of species all squished together in tight spaces for cheap, hard labor territory.

He clears his throat and fixes his garments, looking around for his jacket so he doesn't have to walk back to the temple in just his sleeveless, sweat-stained training shirt. Bracca may have done wonders for his immune system, but nothing can help his complexion. Even on the rare partly cloudy days on Bracca his bare skin could redden. Prauf used to poke fun at him for that.

"Alright, Bd," he sighs, clearing a croaking throat as he stretches, "let's-"

Oh... yeah.

He clears his throat again, sniffing, and tugs his arms into his jacket and double checks the presence of his lightsaber.

Time to get today over with.

-o-o-o-o-

"I don't want you sleeping outside again," Bode says as they walk through the forest.

Bode had spent the whole morning worrying about Cal, even Kata had noticed it, asking him if he was okay while he made a fire to heat up breakfast rations. Cal returned closer to noon than to sunrise, caked with smears of dirt and bags under his eyes. He looked pale, still does actually, but had refused to explain his night's actions more than a I only did what you suggested.

Cal sniffs. "That a rule?"

Bode scowls at him, but turns back to the trail ahead of them. He had scouted the area after unloading Cal from the cargo-hold and finding a place to hide his jet. He had seen wildlife grazing east of the temple, wildlife that were potentially able to be domesticated. If not, they'll at least show where the edible plants are. Bode had made it clear to Cal earlier that morning that he expected Cal to help with chores and assist in making a self-sustainable home for the three of them. He had expected an argument, but Cal just shrugged and asked what needed to be done first.

"If it has to be," Bode replies. "Though it should be common sense. What if you catch a cold?"

Cal rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever you say."

And it leaves off there.

Bode resists frowning. It's like Cal has completely switched his personality through the night. What was a burning anger and a palpable sense of betrayal just a cycle ago... is now just... aloof. Bode can't tell what he's thinking, or how he's feeling, and it's slowly starting to make Bode feel worse than if Cal had still been visibly angry.

Bode's seen Cal get this way a few times before; this natural deflection of whatever truth rages within him. The first time had been on Coruscant while Cal repaired an ascension cable; Bode had tried to nonchalantly dig for information about Cere Junda but Cal had carefully kept from mentioning anything damning... not because he had pinpointed Bode's intentions with the questioning, but because Cal had hard feelings about the topic. About Cere.

Another time was long after Bode had reunited with Cal on Koboh. He had asked about Cal's love life with Merrin, and he got dodgy. That must have been because he must have had feelings for the woman, but the Jedi's oaths of celibacy was something he was struggling with.

The other times were not as obvious, just simple glimpses into what Cal had thought about his old family. The way his voice went flat while talking about his time alone, how he put on a fake smile the first time they approached Jedha, how he always avoided using the bed Greez provided specifically for him.

Bode hadn't expected this kind of concealment to be directed at himself, though it's not like he had expected to care if Cal hated him or not either. And for once, he doesn't know how to read this.

Cal's upset with Bode, and Cal's no longer going to be transparent about the why.

And deep down, that frustrates Bode.

Tanalorr wasn't a place for secrets, not between Bode's family. Bode had promised himself and Cal that there was no reason to keep secrets. Well, all except one, but he'd tell that secret to Cal once he accepts his place on Tanalorr.

He breathes a mental sigh to calm himself. Cal's understandably angry. Let him process at his own pace. He'll open up again soon enough.

Cal clears his throat, he's been doing that all morning, and continues walking to where Bode is leading.

Bode stays silent for the rest of the journey, he doesn't know what to say.

Eventually, they make it to the field where he had seen the grazing fauna. However, that's not the highlight of the day. Yes, it was exciting to see that the fauna still hung around and that they were flightless poultry that weren't native to Tanalorr, but purposely brought by the Jedi two hundred years ago with the intention of domesticating. Bode doubts there's a single fauna larger than the tip of his pinky finger that are native to Tanalorr.

No, truly, that discovery was important, but it wasn't what lingered at the forefront of Bode's mind even as they let the fauna be with plans to build, or repair, an enclosure for them.

On the way back, Cal breaks off from Bode toward what appears to be another destroyed ship; a relic of an ancient war. This one is recognizably High Republic, the Jedi symbol stamped across one of the wings. Bode watches intently as Cal approaches the fighter jet, the younger man having already pulled off one of his gloves like it wasn't even an afterthought.

Psychometry.

Bode's always wondered what that's like.

The Jedi had never been too fond of obsessing over the past, nor the future. Visions, many said, were a path to the dark side. The Jedi were also hypocrites. Casting aside prophecies until they were convenient. Bode's honestly sure that the only reason Cal was allowed to continue into Padawan-ship despite his rare ability was because Anikin Skywalker's existence challenged their views first. The future didn't exist, and the past didn't matter... until they both did.

Bode watches, fascinated by how Cal goes about his investigations, brushing his fingertips along places most likely to have been touched. He doesn't fall into any trances; the kind where his body goes stock still and his eyes unfocus, sometimes rolling to the back of his head. He does pause every so often, his eyebrows creasing and his eyes closing with a sharp downward turn to his lips, but as Bode carefully reaches out with the Force, all he feels back concerning Cal's greater emotions is mild frustration at none of the echoes being stronger. Bode backs off before Cal can notice him pressing. Bode doesn't want Cal to feel more invaded than he already is.

Bode's a little glad none of the echoes are stronger. How Cal manages to continue to be so firmly himself through the strong ones is beyond Bode. How many lives has he lived? How many points of views? How many times has he felt death, or victory, intense love, suffocating fear? He'd done a little research into psychometry when he had been assigned to get close to Cal—"little" being relative, he couldn't do much study when there wasn't much to be found—but he at least knows that those with the ability experience the memories as if they were there themselves. Bode can't imagine being in someone else's mind, seeing how they see, feeling what they feel, thinking the way they think.

Maybe that's why Cal's always been so deeply kind and patient toward most people he met. He has an empathy far deeper than most will ever know.

Which stings a little, that Cal's so firmly decided Bode is wrong in what he's trying to do here; choosing instead to wallow in his own self righteousness instead of trying to see from Bode's side and...

And maybe that's the trick of it. Why Cal so stubbornly remains himself. Maybe, somewhere in his consciousness, he's drawn lines. Things he won't back down on. Things he's made a core at what makes Cal Cal. Maybe, what Bode's doing is challenging one of those core things that make Cal. It's not something he's willing to see from another point of view.

Bode just has to figure out what exactly is holding Cal up on this kind of life. Help him through it. Maybe see if Bode can... he doesn't know... make an echo? Force Cal to see things differently with Bode's eyes?

Somehow, Bode gets the feeling that would be more of an invasion for Cal than it would be for Bode. So he stashes the idea somewhere at the back of his head with the other last case scenarios.

Cal pokes his head further into the jet's cockpit, both hands reaching in despite one still being gloved. Curious, Bode advances closer instead of watching at a distance. He has enough experience with spacecraft to know when something is doomed to never fly again, and this jet certainly falls in that category, so he's not worried about Cal jumping into the pilot's chair and taking off—though fruitless that effort would be without the compass.

"Find something interesting?" He asks.

Cal doesn't jump, but the way his body springs up for just a moment suggests a monumental effort to not react. Bode presses a tight smile to his lips; he didn't mean to startle Cal.

Cal glances at him, then clears his throat. "Not really, the pilot was a Jedi, she survived the crash, she didn't leave many strong emotions."

That's probably a good thing that she didn't leave strong emotions. If Bode knows Jedi, which he's pretty sure he does, most Jedi who show strong emotions are ones who fall to negativity. Their darkness. Struggling with one's own Dark Side is hard enough without experiencing someone else's. Bode knows he himself has distanced himself from the Force because his own connection can get dicey as of late.

Cal hums, backing away from the jet and replacing the glove on his bare hands. "Let's head back," he says, glancing at Bode with an eyebrow raised before walking away back toward the temple. He clears his throat again as he walks away.

Bode watches him go for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek. There it is again. That aloofness. There's no discernable anger, but there's no friendliness. It's like Cal's decided to treat him like a stranger. Which, fair. Cal's not lying that much of what their relationship had started as was all lies.

Bode wishes he could shake sense into Cal. Show him how good they could have it here if he'd just give in.

For now, he follows Cal back to the temple, telling himself over and over that Cal just needs time.

-o-o-o-o-

The sun is setting, and Cal's head pounds. Not only that, but throughout the day he's only gotten more congested. The entire day he's felt like he's been slowly suffocating, forcing himself to breathe though barely parted lips unless Bode looked at him, to which Cal would shut his mouth and hold his breath until Bode looked away.

He doesn't know why he's trying so hard to hide a simple, growing cold. Maybe he's afraid Bode knowing about it would hinder his plans to explore the area more on his own; or maybe he's just stubbornly trying to keep together what little pride he has left. Catching a cold on the first night feels embarrassing in ways that it shouldn't.

He brings the back of his hand to his nose, casually wiping like he had an itch, as Kata silently plays with her Mookie doll. A circle of stones corral a small fire, a pot Kata had found in the temple hung over it, boiling water. Bode had left the two of them alone while he's off getting more firewood; which feels wrong for a whole bunch of reasons. The man kidnaps Cal and then leaves him alone with his daughter like there's nothing weird about that.

Cal doesn't know how to act around Kata.

Obviously, she's innocent in everything. It's not hard to separate her character from her father's. She's smart for how small she is. Mature in ways Cal wasn't when he was her age. But she's still a child. A child who enjoys playing with dolls and singing songs to herself.

"Hey Cal? Can I ask you a question?" Kata suddenly asks.

Cal blinks. She's also unapologetically curious.

"Of course," he responds, pushing the discomfort of his own body to the back-burner, throwing her a smile. "Besides that one, I'm assuming?"

She doesn't look at him while she continues to play with the doll, walking it across the log.

"What's important to you?"

Out of all questions, Cal hadn't expected that one. Cal doesn't know many—if any at all—kids, but he's pretty sure kids don't ask questions like that to strangers they've just met. Cal would have expected something like, what's his favorite color, or where is he from, or can she see his lightsaber.

Getting philosophical with a child isn't at all what he was expecting.

The back of his throat tickles, and he clears it. "Um," he says, trying to figure out how honest he should be with a child he'd just met. A child he's going to be spending a considerable amount of time around for the time being until he can find a way to escape. A child who's just as victimized in this as he is, even if she doesn't know it. A child... who's looking at him now with an open interest and a raised eyebrow, expecting an answer.

He sighs, his shoulders dropping.

"My... mission."

"What's that?"

He brings a hand to the back of his neck, tugging on the shirt hairs. "Holding the line. Fighting the Empire. Protecting people. I'm a Jedi, one of the last, and I have to keep my people's memories alive."

She nods. "What else?"

What else? Stars, could the girl just ask to see his lightsaber or a cool Force trick?

He clears his throat. It's really starting to smart. "My family," he continues. "They accepted me when I had no one, I'd do anything for them. Other things too, but those are the most important."

"I see. Thank you, Cal."

He awkwardly nods his head. She looks like she's solved the secrets to the universe, but whatever answers she's found in their short conversation, she keeps to herself.

Feeling off-put, he lowers his hands into his lap. "Do you, uh, want to see a Force trick?"

Her face scrunches up for a second. "My papa can do those."

"Oh," Cal says, suddenly feeling distant. "Right. I... forgot."

Bode's a Jedi.

Bode used the Force on Cal. Only once, in their initial scuffle, and he hasn't visually used the Force since... but he used the Force.

"You can still show me tricks, though," Kata continues, unaware of his inner turmoil. "If you know new ones."

Cal pushes the turmoil down and makes sure his smile looks friendly as he reaches forward with one hand, using the Force to wrap around the Mookie doll. She smiles as she lets go of the doll, laughing as he concentrates as moves the doll, limb after limb.

Mookie does a jaunty little walk down the log and then back towards Kata, jumping up her arm and hugging her around her shoulder. She giggles and takes the doll back in her hands, hugging it tight to her chest.

"Papa usually just makes rocks float," she says, amusement brightening her tone and making her sound her age.

"Papa thinks his floating rocks are cool," Bode cuts in, announcing his arrival.

Cal gives an inner speech of encouragement before turning and watching Bode set down a load of firewood before he sits down on his own log opposite of their little fire pit. He reaches over and hands out rations, then leans over the boiling water with a smile. "Good thing I thought of grabbing tea-bags."

Cal hums, looking down at his rations and taking a bite. He can't lie, the thought of tea is tempting. Bode gets to work filling three scavenged (and cleaned) mugs with the water and then dropping the bags into the hot liquid. The smell immediately washes around them, miraculously clearing Cal's sinuses just for a promising moment.

"So," Bode says, "let's talk about rules."

Cal looks up. Bode wants to talk about this now? In front of his daughter?

"Rules?" Kata asks and Bode nods.

"Rules. The three of us have this planet all to ourselves, which means we are the only ones who can take care of it, and of each other. We all need to do our part. Do you have any ideas, Kata?"

Her nose scrunches as she thinks for a moment. "Keep... our rooms clean?"

Bode snaps a finger. "Keep our rooms clean! Good one, baby girl! But what happens if we don't keep our rooms clean?"

Kata thinks for a moment longer, then smiles. "You have to clean everyone else's rooms for a week!"

Bode looks thoughtful, then nods. "We can work with that. Okay, my turn. Everyone has to be back at the temple by nightfall. If you aren't... you're in charge of breakfast in the morning. Your turn, scrapper."

Bafflement isn't anywhere close to what Cal's feeling right now. Bode raises an eyebrow, eyes so persistently not looking at Cal's face, and Cal wants to scream. He feels like he's being held hostage, forced to be civil for a conversation he truly wasn't expecting to be civil. He could argue, but that would probably scare Kata. He could play along, but that would give Bode a win.

Damn. He fights from openly glaring at Bode. "Take turns with chores. You skip out, you do extra the next day."

Bode nods, even though Cal's answer had been lazy. Stars, his head hurts.

The list of rules grows as Bode turns the conversation through a few more rounds, each person giving a rule and a consequence, nothing too steep, nothing too punishing. A few rounds in, he hands out the now steeped tea, and Cal tries not to look too thankful for the beverage and how it feels so good down his throat.

Thankfully, it eventually ends with a hefty, reasonable list as if a group of reasonable—hah—people had made it. Bode looks like he's about to send Kata to bed, but the girl startles him with a question that has Cal's ears pirking.

"Papa, how long are we going to be here?"

Bode flounders for a second, before responding gently. "This is our new home, Kata."

Her eyebrows drop, and Cal keeps his eyes on Bode, breath drawn, as she continues. "It's lonely. I don't like it here."

A thousand emotions seem to flicker across Bode's face. Conflicting ones. Ones that has Bode turning his entire body away from Cal. "It'll get better, baby. Now how about you head off to bed, papa needs to talk with Cal a little bit."

She looks between the two of them, then slowly stands up. She retreats, and Cal wonders how many conversations had gone just like that between her and her father in the past, the blatant dismissal.

Bode watches her go, before bringing a hand to his chin and sighing the second she's out of earshot. "If you sneak off at night, if you try to steal my jet or the Compass, if you don't pull your weight, I'll lock you in that room you picked out until you regret it."

There it is.

"What if I fight back?"

Bode sighs.

"Or I run?"

Bode squeezes his eyes shut.

"Bode, you can't seriously think I'd let you lock me anywhere again."

He slams a hand down on the log, and Cal quiets, holding his cooling tea. "Because I know you won't hurt me," Bode says, voice deep and steely. "Not with Kata relying so much on me. Not while there's nowhere else for you to go. If you fight back, you know I'm a lot more comfortable hurting you than you are of hurting me."

Cal holds his breath for a second, skull pounding, throat protesting, and he releases it. "Okay."

Bode seems to relax, before glancing at Cal for just a moment. "Your turn, scrapper."

Cal startles. He had thought the conversation over. "What?"

"What are your hard rules, your boundaries? This is a two way road. Give what you demand."

Cal almost wants to scoff, stand up, and leave the conversation. But he considers it for a moment, then, screw it, decides to humor him.

"Don't tie me up," he says, and Bode twitches. "I'll help with chores, but in-between them I'm allowed free time to explore and be on my own, and I get the benefit of the doubt if I accidentally stumble across anything. I'll be honest if you catch me doing something I shouldn't. No more lying." Now that he's started, he can't stop. "Stop calling me scrapper. Don't talk about my family. I also want that muzzle thrown off a kriffing cliff."

Silence settles for a suffocating second until Bode slowly nods. "Reasonable. If I break any of the rules?"

"Locked in a room until you regret it," Cal says coldly.

Bode sighs. "Alright."

Cal lifts the mug to his lips and finishes off the tea, refusing to look at Bode any longer, his barely stringed together sanity finally taking a toll. Bode finishes his own cup, then stands up.

"I'll see you in the morning, Cal," he says softly, then he grabs the pot and dumps the extra water into the fire.

Cal stays where he is for a little while, even as Bode walks away and enters the temple. It's not quite sundown, but there's not enough light to think about going out if being back before dark is so important to Bode.

He closes his eyes, and does his best to consider today a victory. He got to go out and explore the planet, and he saw another crashed ship. He got some straight answers out of Bode, and now he can finally make some plans.

Help out with chores, then go out to find a way off this planet in his free time. Keep within Bode's lines, and he'd be home free.

He sniffs, his nose stubbornly clogging again now that the tea is gone. He can only hope now that his cold doesn't get worse and complicate things.

He really doesn't need things to be more complicated.

With a sigh, he leaves the steaming campfire and enters the temple, walking into his chosen prison cell. There are folded blankets on the bed, new ones, ones that wouldn't look so nice if they had been here for two hundred years.

Bode must have put them there.

Cal doesn't have it in him to feel grateful.

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[lavena]

Guess who unlocked a new trauma during the move in to college ✌ twas me your right. Anyway I figured this out cause I was brainstorming 07 Mikey and Don angst cause I need more of that in my life apparently and after working through it I had a moment of "wait that line I just made him say kind of resembled what I was thinking when x happened" and the the moment of realization... any way I decided why not write the fic.

Here we go, dont mind the trash story line there is a reason I don't write much, I can't get the idea on to paper before I changes in my head again.

A light knock was heard outside the lab,

"Hey Dee, I- I have to leave"

Donatello, fully invested in the toaster Leo had managed to break in the less than 3 months he's been back.

"What do you mean Mikey, your birthday gigs don't start till next week, unless Jessie decides Michael really needs a-"

As he turned around removing his glasses he noticed the duffle slung over his only little brothers shoulder.

"Oh you mean- I though we were done" he says, a sad look ghosting over his features.

"I did too, but-" Michelangelo says, a slight hitch in his throat as he look down to the left, biting his lower lip as his eyes become glassy, fingers clenching against the worn soft strap of the duffle.

"Okay" Donnie takes a breath as the word catches in his throat. He forces a swallow before continuing,

"Okay, how long do you think?"

"Shouldn't be more than an hour, two tops," he says shrugging, shoulders remaining by his ears, " It hasn't left my mind since Thursday, its all planned out"

God, Donnie was gonna bang his big brothers skulls together, but that wouldn't help anything.

Taking a deep breath Don placed a small smile on his face, nowhere near reaching his eyes like when Mikey would come home and sneak him a piece of carrot cake back when Leo and Raph would still get on his shell for messing up his eating habits.

"Okay, I'll pop up in about an hour and join you. I'll bring some Antonio's with me, just for me and you, those bozos can have cold pasta,"

Michael's eyes rose again to meet his, a small smile spreading, "and you'll have Woody make it?"

Rolling his eyes Donnie responds, " yes, yes of course just the way you like it, too much cheese for any sane person and a bad of skittles"

A fond look comes over Mikeys features before fading again as a thought crosses his mind.

" I'll- I'll see you then, I love you Donnie,"

Turning on his heel and speeding away Mikey leaves for either of their big brothers can come and ask where he is going.

" I love you too Mike" Donnie says quietly, concern spreading deep into his bones.

Shaking out his suddenly cold fingers, Don turns to finish fixing the damn toaster, quicker this time, like shell was mike gonna be alone for an hour, give him fourty and he'll be out there with his little brother figuring out where the hell his mind was going.

Donnie Slipped out of the layer forty-five minutes later, not noticing the two shadows following him as he called Antonio's and asked for Woodys, Mikey style pizza, a box of garlic bread sticks, and a whole container fit for a family of 6 worth of cinnamon bites because fuck it if his little wasn't going to have a good rest of his night. Mikey deserved so much more than what he could provide, but Donnie was more than ready to compensate in any way he could.

Reaching the manhole cover, he pushed himself out, taking a deep breath of that sweet sweet New York air, pollution and all. Slipping into an alley and beginning his trek to the warehouse district where he knew his little brother would be. Once more unaware of the shadows following after from the rooftop above.

As he stepped closer and closer to his brothers secret spot he could hear faintly Modern Day Cain playing out, most certainly damaging his little brothers ears given he could hear it from down the alley, a spray can on its last dredges, like spray nothing more than aerosol at this point.

Michelangelo stands stalk still as he presses his finger so hard against nozzle that his arm shakes, staring at the point where the deep green should be coming from, as of willing it to refill and let him continue. The sing switched to Until I end Up Dead and he threw against the wall across from him by the time kick drum was hit a third time, managing to hit off the wall and into a bag strategically placed with the rest of the empty cans.

Reaching down Mikey grabbed the same color from his bag of full cans, spraying the spot he was so focused on before just standing there, staring past the wall 5 inches from the tip of his beak, getting lost in his mind again.

By the time the song ran its course and switch to another, Mikey had dropped the can, taking four paces back and letting his shell thump harshly against the neighboring wall and sliding down, dragging his headphones off and letting the clatter to the ground.

"Hey don" mikey says quietly, leaving his head to hang between where he rested his arms and his knees.

"Hey Mike" Donnie said sliding down next to his brother and bumping shells with him.

"Whats eating at you today bud? I though it was better now that they're back"

Mikey looked up into Donnies eyes, water filling them as he stood up with a hurt laugh.

"They might be back, but they're not here Donnie"

Don looks up at his brother a little confused.

" They're here, but they're not with us Don, they're leaving, pulling away, and I-" his voice finally broke as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"I don't think we are enough to make them stay Don,"

Even quiter this time

"I don't think I'm enough to make you stay" as Michelangelo turned around to look at his newest project.

A mural to Donnie, standing in his lab doors, looking past the viewer, as though longing for something far out of reach.

"Its all I can think about Don, they don't want to be here and neither do you"

"Mikey what, no I-"

"No Donnie, No, you don't, you're not meant to be stuck in that stupid lab with those stupid computers and those stupid phone calls,"

"No, I love the lab, Mikey I could never-"

"You used to love the lab, you loved it before it become a chore, before being in that lab meant you had to try to keep this family from falling apart, before when you could make things and fix things because you had the time, not because it was written into your schedule. Donnie you don't deserve that, you should be taking your classes at NYCU and correcting the teacher when they get details about particle fission wrong and you should be happy, but I'm making you stay cause I can't grow up, cause I can't handle when they yell at eachother, and you get this look in your eye sometimes Don, and I know you just want to be anywhere but here, and I can't-"

"Michael! Stop! Breathe please."

Mikey didn't even realize it but he'd brought his shaking hands to his chest as he sobbed, falling into his brothers embrace, sliding to the hard gravel as his knees have out.

" Donnie I can't do it, I can't be alone, I just can't"

Donnie had came to the back of mikeys shell, grabbing it by lip, pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes.

"And you never will, Michael No matter what I will always be here, I am not leaving you ever."

Don hiccuped as tears streamed down his cheeks

"Mikey I could never leave you, never, you are my only little brother otouto, you've been with me since the start of all this stupid shit and never once have I though it would be better to leave you, Mikey I could never"

Anyway I haven't a clue how to end this, and as I said before, I have no clue how to write down whats in my head, so this came out so much different than what originally made me figure out I have another note to add to my eventual therapy list.

Anyway my whole thought process came from me being a Kinship foster kid, meaning I was fostered by a family member, in my case My Great Aunt, I was later adopted by her when I was about 7(I think) so I obviously have some emotional problems regarding family leaving me and I just move into college, my guardian got upset at me and treated to leave even though we had this whole trip planned for her birthday and everything. Anyway this happened 3 time over 2 days and on the third time I begged her to stay, saying I really wanted this trip to go smoothly and for her to enjoy her birthday, or was a whole crying fest for me while her daughter didn't really help the situation by mentioning how she is kind of emotionally abusive. Ended with her leaving for an hour leaving me under the assumption she wasn't coming back, but she did because she forgot her sleeping machine (cpap). In the end while I was thinking out fanfic scenarios in my head I kind of had what the beginning of this story had, up to mikey telling Don that he doesn't think he is enough to make don stay. It kind of hit me I was modeling his feelings after my new found fear that even If I was sobbing and begging her to stay, she wouldnt.

Anywhoodle hope you enjoyed my attempt at a fic

Much love 💘

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