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gemma-collins-ily · 3 years

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It’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do Jesper celebrating the reader’s birthday?

Jesper Celebrating the Reader's Birthday

a/n - keep in mind, fics don't normally come out this quickly, but I saw this and wanted to release it on your special day! This may be a little uncoordinated but I hope you enjoy and have a brilliant day! Also, just to let everyone know, requests are closed for a few days, just so I can catch up on requests xoxo 💞

Warnings: nothing?

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15 @i-am-the-1930s @inthegistoftime

it is guaranteed

you hear me?

guaranteed

that he will try to plan you a party

it's Jesper, he has to

so he'll set up streamers and a huge poster displaying your age

for all who enter the Slat to see

he'll get Nina to distract you, taking you out for waffles probably

his words would probably be exactly like this:

"I don't know Neens, just take them away from the Slat and don't come back till, like ummm seven."

she'd look at the half hung decorations and many more still in boxes disapprovingly and ask:

"You didn't plan this out did you?"

"Are you accusing me, the Jesper Fahey, himself, of being disorganised?"

She grabbed her coat and you, covering your eyes as she went, very clearly conveying something was happening, then left without a word more.

so, by now, you knew something was happening

or at least suspected it

but would go along with it for Jesper

trailing after Nina until your feet were sore

finally having enough and asking if you could stop and sit on a bench

she agreed with a groan

so, she was obviously tired too

"How long do we need to stay out?"

"I really do not know what you're talking about, (Y/N)."

"Come on, I know there's a surprise back at the Slat, I just need to know how long I have to wait to go home."

she'd continue to blatantly refuse the very idea of a surprise until she randomly gave in

and you'd smirk, happy to get the answer

as soon as it neared seven, she'd try to drag you back to the Slat but you'd tell her they wouldn't be ready yet

Nina would not listen and take you firmly by the wrist, marching back to the Slat

when you got there you were right

of course

bestie, can you predict the future?

no, actually

you just know how frazzled your boyfriend can get

but you were surprised to see even Kaz was helping

it did not look like he wanted to be there voluntarily

but still

you take what you can get

it was an effort so you appreciated it

when Nina would let out a dramatic gasp at the sight of Kaz Brekker hanging up decor, Jes would notice you

yelling at Nina to take you out again or to your room

just go over and peck him on the lips, tell him you don't really care about the streamers and he'll relax

even if he wanted it to be perfect

you have all the calming techniques down bestie

Kaz will sigh exaggeratingly and drop the colourful swirly thing he was eyeing with disgust

it would be between his forefinger and thumb as he did so

and this meant it was twice as funny to you

oops you may have laughed

you received a glare in return

aww such a nice present

everyone say thank you Kaz

anyway

there's probably a table with gifts on it

kaz got you a new book

but left it anonymously

no message on the tag even if you know it's him

you thank him and he pretends he has no clue who gave it to you

"Awwww, thanks Kaz."

"I didn't get you a gift, (Y/N). It's obviously from someone else."

Inej would get you some sort of herbal tea I think

if you don't like tea then it's probably also a book

wow what a match for those two

thinking the same thoughts

Nina may have forgotten to get a present and would promise waffles instead

or she'd have tried to sneakily get a board game while you were out earlier

you acted like you did not notice

it's a grammy award for you

Matthias could have either gotten you some kruge because he wasn't sure what you wanted

or a new scarf, coat ect.

he has a pretty good taste in fashion

now, Jesper would either wait till later to give you his gifts

because aww, sentimentality

or he'd give you them with everyone else's to make you blush publicly

at that point, you wouldn't care

either way, he'd keep at least one spare to give to you in private

I think his gifts would be a little something like this:

a type of jewelry, whether it be a necklace or an anklet, it would have a J on it

he probably bought a matching one for him with your initial on it too

a necklace feels a little more personal but could be taken advantage of by enemies

like in finding out you were together

not like it was oBVIOUS or anything

but an anklet would ultimately be sturdier and less likely to be taken as a means of affection from a loved one

so anklet it is

chocolates that are actually quite rich in flavour and are rare in Ketterdam

he saved up some money for those

if you like to play with his rings

he'll have bought you one

again, it may be a little blander to avoid it being interpreted as a gift of love by enemies

you didn't mind it being a little more hidden

Jesper was happy with you and you with Jesper

so you felt no need to show off to the world

you would probably take it off if you had to do any good old fashioned fist fighting

pocketing it quickly

he'd also give you a nail makeover the next day

but you would have to paint on his nails in return because if he tried, he would probably mess up while using his non-dominant hand to paint the other

you could match because #couplegoals

he'd bring you breakfast in bed the day after your birthday

being so busy planning the day before, he didn't get you any

I hate to disappoint but it would not be made by him

he would burn everything

so Matthias' second present to you is the breakfast

delivered by Jesper

he'd probably be sat at the counter making snarky remarks about Matthias' cooking

until he got whacked with a tea towel

if you're an early bird

Jes would be given the task of distracting you and stopping you from walking downstairs

or getting out of bed at all

this could be easily done with the persuasion of cuddles

then Matthias would yell for him and he'd have to leave to get the tray

when he brings it up he'll sit you between his legs, leaning your back against his chest and resting the tray on your knees

may feed you bites that sOMEHOW end up like a lady and the tramp scene

even if it's a slice of french toast, he'll manage

would tactfully steal little bits off your plate

and you couldn't really be mad at him because he would just smile charmingly

(maybe with half a piece of bacon sticking out of the side of his mouth)

but charming none the less

he might have a gift hidden in the corner of a chest of drawers somewhere you find one day and he remembers he was supposed to wrap that up and give it to you

if it's almost a year later and near your next birthday

just leave it on his dresser

no words need to be exchanged

the only difference is now one of your presents is less of a surprise

oh cards

kaz would write in his a simple,

'Inej made me write this. Have a good day. You are one year closer to being dead. Congratulations.

-Signed sincerely, Kaz Brekker'

Nina and Matthias share a card

meaning she wrote it and he signed his name with an extra

'I hope you have a lovely day, (Y/N).'

Nina's message/ the main one in the card would be:

'I can't believe we're all growing so old now! Anyway, we love you, hope you enjoy the presents and your birthday. You deserve it! Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Nina'

Inej's would have a very sincere message:

'(Y/N),

You are truly a wonderful friend and person, helping everyone with anything they may need. I feel so lucky to have you as my friend and I hope you will continue to be for years to come. You deserve a fantastic day and I hope you get one, I know Jes will try to make it perfect!

-From, Inej x

p.s - I tried to get Kaz to sign a card, but he was smirking and wouldn't let me see it before he put it in the envelope, so I'm terribly sorry if it's rude.'

now to Jesper's

'Love,

I adore you with all my heart and wish you a truly happy birthday. I hope you like the gifts I bought, I wanted to symbolise my love for you through each. I know one or two presents are a little bland but I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me. You are the most amazing partner I could ever dream of having, and every time you do something, I never expect it.

You are unpredictable, my love, and I can honestly say I do not mind it. In fact, it is one of the many factors that made me fall in love with you. Have a happy birthday!

-Love from Jesper, xxx

p.s - Kaz looked terrifyingly happy when he finished signing your card so be careful, he probably pulled something.

you might have cried

yes

you, a Crow, feared on the streets sniffled over even Kaz's message

knowing if he didn't actually want to, there was no way he would have signed that card

all in all, you have a great birthday and Jesper (and everyone else) makes you feel really special

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x you #jesper fahey fluff #jesper fahey fics #jesper fahey imagine #jesper fahey headcanons #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone imagine

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sorcerersofnyc · 3 years

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The Last Thing Left (Zemo x F!Reader) 2/9

If it wasn’t so painfully ironic (and hilarious to watch,) Helmut would find the relationship between Sam and James a little sad.

Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.

Chapter 2: While they wait for Torres to locate Donya Madani, Zemo brings Sam and Bucky to the home you shared.

Slow burn, previous relationships, angst, various mentions of death & mourning. You both lost your spouse. You're a regular civilian person. Zemo's wife's name is Heike because of comics. The reader likes waffles (this is a non-negotiable fact)

Did I set this whole story in Spain because of Daniel Brühl? Yes, I did. The most impactful dialog has been translated.

Note: Main Character is neutral in most regards but the story was written with my own cultural background in mind. (In other words, I won't say what she looks like but I envision her as being black.)

First Chapter | Previous

***

The plane lands mid-morning near the Bay of Biscay.

Thin clouds give form to the blue sky above them, gathering to shield the world from the worst of the heat. It’s a lovely day , Helmut thinks, even as the smell of jet fuel lingers pungently in the air.

As he drapes his coat across his forearm and Sam and James stretch their limbs. But as a middle-aged woman struts. across the airfield to greet them, they’re attentive, alert.

“¡Hola señor. Es bueno verte otra vez.” She gives Helmut’s hand a gentle squeeze, her voice heavy with relief.

“Hola vieja amiga. ¿Recibiste los artículos que pedí?”

“Sí Sí. Las flores y los gofe se enviaban antes de su llegada.” She nods and sends a knowing glance his way before adding, “Y tu coche te está esperando.”

“Muchas gracias,” Helmut replies.

The woman takes a step back to acknowledge his company. Sam gives the woman a polite smile and James acknowledges her presence with a nod.

“There’s a car waiting for us,” Helmut tells them. “Come with me.”

“Man, how many people work for you anyway?” Sam asks, looking back at the plane, watching as Oeznik descends the stairwell and the woman waves over the maintenance crew.

“Very few really,” Helmut says. James scoffs at his reply.

But true to his word, a car waits on the street; a dark classic model, freshly polished with wide leather seats.

“Gentleman,” Helmut gestures toward the car you sent, “our carriage awaits.”

It was hardly discreet, but that was the point.

You did exactly as he asked.

***

When he promised to take care of you, you rejected out of a sense of humility. Humility, however, could not ensure your survival, let alone your well-being.

Simply put, you had nowhere else to go. The long shadows cast by the sunset cast over your face, highlighting all of your tired, tear-streaked features. But when you looked at him, there was recognition in your gaze, an acknowledgment of the grief that sat between you like a weight.

“I… I appreciate it, thank you.” You sniffed, “And I… I’ll be there for you too.”

He guided you away from your husband’s grave a moment later, vowing he would find you a better tomorrow.

There was no helping Sokovia; war and dissension plagued its streets long before Ultron. So Helmut gathered what he could from the rubble of his father’s home and made arrangements for a jet to be ready at the nearest functioning airport.

The airport was a dome of steel. Its once white titles were scuffed and crowded with people taking shelter and vying for seats on commercial flights.

You were quiet, your eyes glued to the broadcast showing on nearly every TV. There was a video playing, some newly uncovered camera footage of Novi Grad being lifted in the air.

“Come on,” he told you, leading you away with his hand upon your shoulder. You didn’t have much, not physically, just a duffle of what you salvaged from your home and the letter Dominik carried.

Oeznik was waiting in front of the plane, and it relieved Helmut to see him. His faithful butler had been on vacation in Belgium with his family, but once he saw what became of Novi Grad, he came back early.

“It’s glad to see you in good health, Sir.” He said.

“Thank you, Old Friend.”

They kissed cheeks and Helmut escorted you inside the plane, which carried the distinctive smell of cleaning supplies though neither said a word about it.

It wasn’t until you reached the cloudless blue sky that you spoke of what you saw.

“I was in the city that day,” you told him. “I was saved but… I don’t remember how I reached the boat to the helicarrier.” Confusion colored your expression, entangled with sorrow and relief.

Your eyes met his and flickered away just as quickly as guilt—survivors’ guilt—overtook you. He’s seen that look on far too many times on the faces of the soldiers he commanded not to know what that look was. “It happened so suddenly,” You continued, “I was on the ground and then… I was there. It was like someone picked me up and… I was just...there, on the boat with the others.”

“You were rescued by one of the Avengers?” Helmut leaned forward in his seat. “Thor maybe?”

“It must have been, but I don’t recall him being capable of such a thing.” You looked down at your feet.

“We didn’t think them capable of many things.” If there was an edge to his voice, you didn’t seem to notice or care. He continued. “The very idea of the Avengers has always been troubling; they’ve become idols, icons, something more than human. We are meant to forget their flaws and the destruction left in their wake. Remember New York? London? Washington D.C? Did we not watch the Hulk rampage through Johannesburg mere days before Sokovia was destroyed? It was always a mistake, allowing them to act freely.”

You looked at him then, your head tilted to the side in contemplation, taking in all he had to say.

“Has anyone said where Ultron came from yet? No one seems to know if he is an alien or some sort of rogue government experiment.”

“No. But one thing is clear; so long as the Avengers exist, someone will rise to challenge them; They will fight, and Sokovia will not be the last place they bring to ruin.”

You nodded, consciously or not he didn’t know, but on some level, you agreed.

***

Helmut’s thoughts are interrupted when the car turns onto a street lined with elegant townhomes with low-pitched roofs.

James breaks the silence that settled between the three.

“Where are we going?”

“My home.” He announces as the car stops before a large house made of grand arched windows and a sand-colored stone.

“Is this where you lived when you were plotting against us?” Sam sends him an incredulous look, as though the idea of stepping into his home offended him somehow.

“My home in Sokovia was destroyed, Sam. I needed to live somewhere—but yes,” Helmut shrugs, “you’re exactly right.”

“Oh great,” James mutters, but Helmut pays him little mind.

Two columns embrace the grand archway that sits above the ornately carved wooden door.

Upon it he knocks loudly, ignoring the questioning looks he gains.

He waits.

The air is dry and his attention drifts toward a fallen leaf on the pavement; it’s deep green and browning at the edges, its middle eaten through by an insect. The leaf skitters away when the door flies open and he’s forced to confront his worry.

He looks at you. You stare at him in disbelief. The world falls away into nothing.

“Helmut,” you finally say, breathing his name out in relief. “Estás de vuelta.” You’re back.

Your hands are trembling as they reach for him, as your thumbs brush across the curve of his cheek.

For so long your face was but a fragmented memory, your voice the chorus of a song. Only now, as you stand before him, are you complete. You smile.

“Sí, estoy en casa ahora mi amiga.” Yes, I’m home now my friend.

He touches his hand to your own, basking in the simple joy of your touch.

But then you glance behind him, your eyes narrow and the moment ends.

“Helmut! “You hiss. “¿Has traído a los Avengers a mi casa? ¡Por qué!”

Sam and James exchange glances. Whether either spoke Spanish is a matter of speculation, but they surely recognized the name of their allies.

“I’ll explain everything once we settle in.” He raises his palms in surrender to you, looking for all the world like a man abdicating his control.

You don’t move.

“I would like to see the paintings you mentioned in your letters.”

Your scowl deepens, your stare sharpening to a knifes-edge.

“I promise to have a good explanation.”

Finally, you step aside, ‘come in’ you say, and Helmut leads Sam and James further inside. The two have been quiet so far, observant of their new surroundings. He can’t be sure what they assume is happening, but Sam thanks you as he passes. James nods but says nothing.

The house is just as lovely as he remembers it to be; tall white walls, polished tile, an overabundance of lamps, and a painting on every wall. He never agreed with your sense of design but the home was undoubtedly welcoming.

“Make yourself at home,” you lead them inside, into the parlor where a fresh bouquet of thick-stemmed roses sits in a vase beside the entryway.

The rest of the room is familiar to him; red cushioned seats and glass-top tables, and rugs that sit just so beside the bookcase.

He briefly wonders where Anežka, your young housekeeper, is. The paper cranes she’s so fond of sit artfully on the shelves but there’s no evidence of her presence there.

You must have given her leave in anticipation of your meeting, he reasons.

You wanted to be alone with him.

His heart swells at the thought of what you might have done together.

Unfortunately, he sighs, Helmut isn’t alone with you. So instead of the immeasurable amount of fun his mind conjured, he watches you look between your guests—Sam, then James, then Sam again.

“I believe introductions are in order,” He finally announces, draping his coat across the back of his favorite chair.

“Yeah. That would be nice,” Sam retorts. He lingers near the entryway, unsure of the space. “Is this really your house?”

“It is. Well, it was. It now belongs to my lovely associate, gifted to her before I left on my mission.”

“Your mission,” James scoffs. He leans back against the wall near the bookcase, fixing him with a heavy stare.

You skirt the moving to stand at Helmut’s side as you wait for his promised explanation.

“Sam, James,” He calls for their attention, “This is my partner,” he tells them, introducing you by name.

***

Thanks for Reading!

I debated the ending for quite a while. It changes the initial trajectory of the story but it provides for a dramatic ending. Next time, we'll see how your relationship with Zemo changed from persons with mutual friends to 'partners.'

There's a deleted scene that I'll post as a special chapter soon!

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charmspoint · 3 years

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THANK YOU FOR SAYING THAT ABT THE BSD MANGA ILY THANK YOU I FEEL LIKE MY OPINION IS FINALLY VALIDATED WHICH IS: BSD has turned meh. I have become indifferent towards the plot due to the fact there are no real stakes - I feel like the OP characters like Dazai will always have a solution with a deus ex machina feel to it, making it impossible for me to care. With the recent chaos happening in the manga (I too gave up on the manga a year or so ago!), I was baffled to find out I could no longer enjoy it. My memory is poor, and I can't really pinpoint it at the moment, but BSD just... doesn't engage me as it used to. Keep in mind I was an obsessive fan of it and analyzed it to the tiniest details, but all of my great love for the series has long died, sadly. But! I am glad to hear you feel similarly about it because, yes, the potential was there, but it got terribly wasted.

Bruh don't I feel it, me and @autumn-foxfire have like monthly bitch sessions about the state of bsd at this point. I was also super invested in it in initial arcs (Up until the guild arc ended) and then slowly started petering off only to drop it the first time around the hunting dogs introduction. Then after some time i was like okay ill go give it a second shot, came to the vampire arc went 'wow this is really fuckin stupid' and dropped it again. Idk will I pick it up again, maybe I'll just stick to being an anime only, even tho I also have problems with some adaptation things but that's BESIDES THE POINT.

Please click under for The Point

The thing about Kafka is: He's really good at coming up with interesting concepts and ideas and REALLY BAD at executing them in any sort of satisfying way. Like, when I say I only like bsd until the end of the guild arc, I don't mean it was perfect. It could have handled it's female cast better, it would have been fun to see more mafia and agency team ups besides soukoku and shin soukoku, I still don't get why shin soukoku is supposed to be a replacement in training since Dazai and Chuuya still work together perfectly and even if they hate each other they hate each other less than Akutagawa and Atsushi AND have way more experience fighting together but that once again is besides the point. The point being those arcs of bsd were SATISFYING. We got introduced to two organizations, seen them butt heads and then have them forced to work together against a common enemy. It's very simple but it's effective and it's satisfying.

And then the rats struck.

While up until then bsd wasn't perfect it was fun and had lovable characters and an interesting plot and engaging dynamics. Rats arc wasn't horrible per say, the idea of the cannibalization was really fun (Though I think Kafka should have used it to get rid of Mori, nobody fuckin likes Mori) but this is where we slowly get introduced to what I think are two main failings of Kafka's writing: That he's unable to handle characters properly and that he likes writing smart things but doesn't know how to write smart things.

Kafka has a very, very bad habit of INTRODUCING TOO MANY FUCKING CHARCTERS. Every arc is a new massive group with like a bunch of members, one of who may actually end up being fleshed out before they are inventiblely replaced by another large group or maybe two why the fuck not. The mafia and the guild left lasting impressions on me and I can still name all the main members but fuck me if i know a single rat aside from Fyodor (AND ILL GET TO FYODOR). Kafka feels like someone who's idea of rising conflict is 'introduce a bigger enemy each time' and it's just so annoying. Chapters and arcs end up centering around these groups of new characters while old characters, who we loved the manga for, just fall into obscurity. He almost had me in the hunting dogs arc by giving Yosano a backstory. I was so excited! I was like!!! finally development for the agency!!! But that barely went anywhere did it. I've talked about this with Foxy but it really feels like Kafka is just BORED of the og characters and is trying to silently sideline them for his new shiny characters. When's the last time we saw Chuuya again, you know, the ex partner of one of the series protagonists? The next predicted mafia head? Is he important? Foxy tells me Dazai's been sidelined too, fUCKIN DAZAI, for a good while I was sure Kafka liked Dazai a lot better than Atsuhi for protagonist and now he's getting sidelined. I know bsd is still really popular in japan but at this point i think it would have been more merciful for Kafka to just end bsd and start a new manga with new characters instead of doing whatever weird metamorphosis this is turning out to be.

Introducing new characters isn't a bad thing of course, but bsd has become mcdonalds of new characters. They are cheap and disposable. I can't feel anything for them because I know nine times out of ten they'll barely make any impact and they'll disappear as soon as the new group slides in. When adding new characters you should do so while knowing what role those characters will play in your plot, what will they bring. If a character is just there to waffle around until they get shoved away they should probably be cut because they are wasting time and space. AND YOU SHOULDN'T SIDE LINE YOUR CORE CAST FOR UR SHINY NEW CHARACTERS YOU'LL GET BORED OF IN COUPLE OF ARCS ANYWAY, ARE YOU A TODDLER???

I still think that bsd could have been SO much better if instead of focusing on the next big evil group they just focused on shifting tension between the agency and the mafia. I mean they've had to team up for the guild and then they immediately got thrown into the cannibalization. It would have been interesting to see them pull against and pull towards those ties made during the guild arc when they are forcefully pitted against each other again (and decide that killing mori would be in everyone's best interest). Instead we got, idk I already forgot what the rats arc ended up being about, atsushi and aku team up again yadda yadda yadda, Chuuya gets done dirty and never recovers, Fyodor ruins Dazai

SO ABOUT FYODOR. As I said, Kafka strikes me as someone who REALLY likes to write geniuses and who wants people to think he's super smart but also has no idea how to show his work. At first this was okay. We had Dazai and Ranpo who were very good at pushing the plot along and sometimes you'd get explained how they got to that conclusion and sometimes you didn't but it usually wasn't a big deal. But then the writing became more and more and more of 'well he's smart so he figured it out so just trust me' without actually explaining anything and as you said, it ended up feeling boring, unengaging and very deus ex machina. You know what Kafka's writing reminds me off? That video about how Sherlock is so happy to stroke itself to how smart they look while never showing their work, you know the one. Kafka likes writing smart characters but doesn't actually know how to write smart characters so instead of giving us reasons and clues and explanations to how they come to some conclusion, how they predicted or planned or whatever, he just goes 'oh well they are super smart so they figured it out'. I don't think I need to explained why this is bad, annoying and unengaging writing. This is why i say Fyodor ruined Dazai for me, Dazai was fine as a genius but then they had to pit him against Fyodor who's another genius and things just got ridiculous. You know how in that sherlock video the guy points out the one scene that encapsulates every irritating thing about sherlocks writing. This had been it for me and BSD (thank you Foxy for helping me find the panels)

THATS NOT HOW CODES WORK, THATS NOT HOW ANYTHING WORKS, THEY WOULD JUST BE COMING UP WITH TWO DIFFERENT SETS OF CODES HERE. Even if they were both smart enough to remember every conversation in detail, how on earth are they supposed to 'guess out' what the other means. How are they supposed to confirm or deny that's what a certain word means in a way that can be understood, how can they even guess what the word the other guessed is IF THEY ARE BOTH TALKING IN CODE. KAFKA'S ANSWER: THEY'RE MONSTERS, THEY ARE JUST THAT SMART, NO NEED TO EXPLAIN IT BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST THAT SMART AND THAT'S YOUR SOLUTION AND THAT'S BULLSHIT. This scene broke bsd in half for me and honestly made me dislike Dazai for a long time (I got better), but it honestly shows so well how Kafka wanted to make his characters so smart he actually made his manga really fuckin stupid, ruining very good and interesting concept he had started with.

In the end, Kafka writes how I wrote when I was 15. With no idea where the plot is headed, adding new characters and situations whenever it strikes his fancy whether they work for the story or not, ending up just flopping around plot holes and fizzled out character arcs and boring ass writing. And that's fine for a 15yr old writing fanfiction. It's not fine for a presumably grown ass published author of a relatively popular manga.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#anon #bsd #if you like bsd dont read this i tear it apart #BUT KAFKA MAKES ME SO ANGRY AAAAA #IVE NEVER SEEN SO MUCH POTENTIAL WASTED SO EFFECTIVLY

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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Sunday Morning With Pedro Characters but I’m Only Slightly an Asshole to the Characters

I love Pedro and everyone’s fics and headcanons for him and I’m kind of nice in this one anyway.

Agent Whiskey

you have brunch every Sunday and yes it is at Denny’s

it’s a little nice, though, listening to the mixed conversations of all the other people in the restaurant as the two of you quietly enjoy a meal

Jack keeps smiling across the table at you and it makes something in you flutter

“You make a man like myself enjoy Sunday morning like a black-bellied whistlin’ duck enjoys a quiet swim in the crick.”

you’re not sure how much a black-bellied whistling duck enjoys a quiet swim in the crick, but he reaches across the table to hold your hand over your Grand Slam and runs his thumb gently over your skin and you then understand everything about black-bellied whistling ducks

brunch is followed by a drive in that thing he calls a car

sometimes you go back to your or his place and canoodle (his words, not yours), but then there are times when he parks his car in a secluded little spot and you “come across the goods” (HIS WORDS, NOT YOURS) in the backseat

Sunday mornings with him are relaxed, but you are going to end up with your legs above your head thanks to that Southern charm

Comandante Veracruz

he sleeps in for an entire half hour

wakes you up with a smack to the ass so hard you wake up in another dimension

you mumble something to him about being a normal human being as he presses sucking, biting kisses along the side of your neck

“Your breakfast is ready.”

you know exactly what he means don’t even pretend you don’t it’s pressing into your thigh

and you suck his dick bc it’s fun and it makes him real soft afterwards (in two ways!)

he pounds two orgasms out of you with his fingers then gets up to get ready for his day

Sunday mornings with him are sexual obvs and then you lay in bed watching him gel his hair until he pats your ass and tells you to get up

Dave York

he’s never in bed when you wake up and that includes on Sundays

always sitting over a desk working on something that he won’t tell you about

it doesn’t really matter that you’re wearing his favorite sexy little nightgown and pouting in the doorway bc he doesn’t even look at you

“Go for a walk or something, I’m busy.”

you usually end up alone eating bland af eggs bc he doesn’t own seasonings since, and you quote, “Salt is spicy enough.”

but then he comes into the dining room with a self-satisfied smirk and he kisses your temple and takes you over the dining table real quick

do i mean quick

Sunday mornings with him are lonely and then sweaty...so sweaty...you don’t understand how he can sweat so much from thirty seconds of sex

Din Djarin

whatever the Star Wars equivalent of Sunday is, no one is the same with Din

sometimes you’re with him on a hunt for a bounty, sometimes you’re alone on the Razor Crest to watch the Child as he works, and then there are your favorites

no bounties, no running, just a handful of credits and some good food and lodging on the nearest good planet

“He likes it here.”

this is something Din muses as he watches the kid play with other younglings or explore or happily eat a new food

but sometimes you look up to find he’s staring at you as he says it and you wonder if he’s talking about himself without really telling you

you’ll probably tell him you love him on one of these days

Sunday mornings with him are different, but nice just because you’re with him. You especially like the ones where he’s happy and almost calm and let’s you in his room once the Child is asleep

Ezra

you’ve been up for an hour and he’s still passed out, face down in bed, snoring his head off

I don’t know if ‘noon’ exists in this world but that’s when he’ll be up

you’re walking around doing what needs to be done when you see him looking up at you with a little smile

“Your inimitable beauty is even more prominent in this morning light.”

you tell him it’s not morning and roll your eyes when he says he’s hard either way

he seems sleepy but he WILL jump out of bed if you try to walk away and drag you back in with him

yes he eats your pussy without you needing to ask him

Sunday mornings with him are lazy for him as you occupy your time, then both of you stay in bed all lazy until it’s time to go prospecting

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales

the only way you’re waking him up before eleven is by wiggling your ass or hips into his dick, depending on the position you were sleeping in

he works hard and Sundays are his day where he does nothing but you

a little sleepy and mumbling things, he’ll take you slowly and sweetly

“G’morning. So beautiful. You like that?”

he’ll make sure you both cum then promptly pass out for another ten minutes

he pads into the kitchen with his hair stuck up all over the place and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck for a few minutes before helping you make breakfast or lunch

you pretty much eat and bang all day

Sunday mornings with him are soft and sensual and the most loving thing e v e r

Javier Peña

you woke up alone before Javi and when you first started sleeping with him

you couldn’t really blame him for being scared of attachments in his line of work. you were scared too

then one day you were shaken from a stakeout and you begged him to stay when he was still inside you, and he started falling asleep in your bed a bit more often

“You need some good dick in the morning?”

he teases you with this when he's sitting up in bed, turned away from you as he takes a drag of a cigarette, and you crawl over to kiss his back

you need him in the morning but you don’t want to scare him off

the two of you usually end up with some sort of pastry or street food for breakfast, which you eat in a comfortable silence

Sunday mornings with him are lonely even when he’s standing right there by the window with a cigarette or a drink, and yet he finally makes your Sundays enjoyable and fulfilling

Marcus Pike

he’s an early riser, but he let’s you sleep as long as you need to when there’s nothing to be done

sometimes he accidentally wakes you up a little when he’s kissing your nose for the eight time and he quickly backs away to let you fall back asleep

he does try to wake you up before noon just to be sure you eat something, presenting you with some kind of breakfast whether he made it or bought it from the nearest cafe

“Hey, sleepyhead. You need to eat something, beautiful.”

you nibble on a doughnut or a bagel as you lean into his chest, and he mostly steals bites because it makes you laugh

morning sex with Marcus is the best sex with Marcus

okay any sex with Marcus is the best sex with Marcus because he cares so much about your pleasure but morning sex is so soft and gentle

Sunday mornings with him are like...a breeze on an empty beach with the waves crashing gently on the shore. Perfect. Also he wants to give you a life, and a home, and a family if you want it

Maxwell Lord

wakes up at six AM exactly, works on his hair until seven, and is in a suit and downstairs by 7:15

he reads the paper. the business pages. yes.

you come down to the kitchen at eight and as you gently tell his personal chef what you’d like to eat, he snaps his fingers at them to speed it up

“Someone’s lazy today. Where are my slippers?”

he’s a fuckin jerk but hey he puts his hand on your thigh as you eat breakfast and maybe his thumb rubs little circles sometimes

your Sunday sex is scheduled for 9:30 and he will do it wherever he’s flexible and there’s enough mirrors in the house for it to work for him

the one day of the week he decides you can orgasm tbh

Sunday mornings with him are rich. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s like being married to a rich man in 1954. There’s waffles.

Max Phillips

this man wakes up pretty damn early for a vampire thanks to his executive bullshit

an actual Sim who stands in front of the mirror for an hour practicing his speech

he finds blood to drink somewhere and you just let him as long as it’s not from you

“Selling is service. Service is selling. Sex sells. Oh, hey!”

that’s him realizing you’re standing there and thinking about sex with you

he mentions making a sex tape of the two of you to sell and you ask if he even shows up on film and the boy POUTS

a handjob fixes that tho so

Sunday mornings with him are...interesting.

Oberyn Martell

you’re probably still fucking from Saturday night

I don’t even know if days of the week exist in Game of Thrones thanks

there are other people in the room including Ellaria so it’s not just you and him alone

“I’m starving for you.”

yes he eats pussy for breakfast and someone else is probably sucking on your titties

you’ll probably end up sucking his dick for your own breakfast

and you’ll be riding him too

Sunday mornings with him are like any other morning with him; fuckin’.

Pero Tovar

he wakes up an hour before sunrise

doing men’s work I DO NOT KNOW WHAT MEN DO

you wake up and make him his breakfast because that’s what a good 1100′s wife does

“Good morning, woman.”

he eats like he’s angry at the food but you know he loves it

there wasn’t much to do back then so some good ole baby-making sex is next

then you cook his second breakfast duh

Sunday mornings with him are very Middle Ages.

#javier peña x reader #din djarin x reader #marcus pike x reader #frankie catfish morales x reader #i tagged it #bc I'm being nice #I mean I'm a little bit mean #but it's mostly nice :P

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I had the rare occurrence of having the house to myself for the entire day yesterday, which hasn’t happened since...last September maybe?

Which means I got to bang out translating all of Ch.34 while I was distraction-free!

This chapter had lots of fun moments with the junior disciples. To set the scene, WWX and LWJ come across the juniors in Coffin Town and the kids are freaked out by the sound of a bamboo pole drumming against the ground.

Long Post Ahead!

“That was It again…It really has been following us this whole time!”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “It’s been following you?”

Lán Sīzhuī said, “After we entered the town, the fog was so heavy that we were worried about being separated. We gathered closer when suddenly, we could hear that noise. At the time, it wasn’t so fast. One sound after another rang our very slowly. Ahead in the white mist, we saw a hazy, short silhouette slowly walking by. We chased after it, but it disappeared. After that, the sound kept following us.”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “How short was it?”

Lán Sīzhuī gestured around his own chest, “It was rather short and very petite.”

I guess that very technically counts as the first time Ā-Qìng gets described! She’s so little!!!

Jīn Líng said, “I knew I should have brought Fairy with me. This is all your damn donkey’s fault.”

Just hearing the dog’s name had chills running up Wèi Wúxiàn’s back while he listened to Lán Jǐngyí say, “We haven’t even blamed your dog! It bit first so Little Apple just kicked out at it. Whose fault is that? Anyway, now neither of them can move.”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “What?! My Little Apple got bit by a dog?!”

Jīn Líng, “How can you compare that donkey to my Spirit Dog? Fairy was given to me by my xiǎo-shūshu. If something were to happen to it, 10,000 donkeys still wouldn’t be enough compensation!”

Wèi Wúxiàn started spouting nonsense, “Don’t rub Liǎnfang-Zūn in people’s faces. My Little Apple was also a mount given to me by Hánguāng-Jūn. How could you bring Little Apple down the mountain for a Night Hunt? You also let it get hurt?!”

All the junior House of Lán disciples spoke in unison, “Liar!” They would absolutely never believe that with Hánguāng-Jūn having such good taste, that he would give such a mount to someone. Even though Lán Wàngjī didn’t refute it, they firmly refused to believe it.

Ha! Ain’t nobody buying what WWX is selling. Also, JL refers to JGY as xiǎo-shūshu. It means that JGY is his father’s youngest brother (aka JL does not consider MXY to be his uncle, despite him also being his father’s half-brother and younger than JGY!) LSZ, however, is a good boy and explains the situation-the elders evicted Little Apple for being too noisy in Cloud Recesses :P

Jīn Líng also didn’t believe that he had been given the donkey by Lán Wàngjī, “I hate looking at that donkey. Why is it even called Little Apple? It’s so goddamn stupid!”

Lán Jǐngyí was still thinking about it. If it really had been given by Hánguāng-Jūn, then this wasn’t good and he promptly spoke up for it, “What’s wrong with Little Apple. It loves to eat apples, so it’s called Little Apple. It’s that simple. The name is miles better than you naming your fat dog Fairy.”

Jīn Líng, “How is Fairy fat?! Go ahead and try to find a Spirit Dog that’s in better shape…”

All of a sudden, there was absolute silence.

After some time, Wèi Wúxiàn said, “Is anybody here?”

From nearby came “uhhhhh” and “wahhhh” to indicate where they were. Lán Wàngjī coolly said, “They were causing a commotion.”

…He actually cast the Mute Spell on all of them at once. Wèi Wúxiàn couldn’t help touching his own lips and felt extremely lucky.

LWJ ain’t got time for your shit lol. I also continue to waffle with whether I’m calling it the “Mute Spell” or “Silence Spell” or “Gag Spell” etc etc etc. It’s another case of me being an overly nitpicky overthinker! I’ve mentioned it before, but I figured it’s worth sharing again that it’s written as 禁言. Very technically, it means “speech is banned/prohibited.” which ties into all of the Lán rules that also use 禁 when saying something is prohibited. I’ve been wanting to convey that, plus I’ve seen it used in a more modern sense to “mute” sound. Also 禁言令 is used as “gag order.” So, like, I know it’s one of those things that doesn’t need to be changed, yet here we are.

Naturally, here’s where some zombies show up. LWJ gets rid of a bunch, but...

Another House’s disciple said, “It looks like there’s more zombies!”

“Where is it? I didn’t hear any footsteps?”

“It sounded like strange breathing to me…” The young man realized how ridiculous that was once he finished saying it and shut up out of embarrassment. Another boy said, “I’m done with you. You heard them breathing. Zombies are dead. How could you possibly hear them breathing?”

Breathing, huh?

LWJ decapitates one and...its body spews out a bunch of powder! And then the gravedigger that tried to steal the torso earlier in the book shows up!!! So while he and LWJ start fighting, WWX starts freaking out.

The current situation did not allow for optimism. The gravedigger’s sword was shrouded in black mist, its sword aura couldn’t shine through it, and the white fog was keeping him quite well-hidden. The sword aura from Lán Wàngjī’s Bìchén, however, could not be blocked. He was the light and the enemy was the dark. His opponent’s cultivation was not lacking and the Lán Sect of Gūsū’s swordsmanship was well-known to him. On top of that, they were both fighting equally blind in the fog. He could do so without having any concern, while Lán Wàngjī had to be careful that he didn’t accidentally injury his own allies. It honestly put him at a major disadvantage. Wèi Wúxiàn heard the sounds of their blades a few times and his heart clenched. He blurted out, “Lán Zhàn? Are you injured?!”

There was a slightly muffled sound in the distance, as if someone had received a critical injury. However, it clearly wasn’t Lán Wàngjī’s voice.

Lán Wàngjī said, “Of course not.”

Wèi Wúxiàn smiled, “Of course!”

I love LWJ being pissy over the implication that some scrub could have the potential to injure him. Sorry, Sū Shè. You’re not qualified to injure him, either.

Since WWX isn’t needed there, he starts checking on the kids that inhaled the powder.

Wèi Wúxiàn went to Lán Jǐngyí and touched his forehead. He had a slight fever. He did the same for the others that had inhaled the powder that had gushed out of the zombies. They were in the same state. He lifted Lán Jǐngyí’s eyelids and said, “Stick out your tongue and let me take a look. Ahh.”

Lán Jǐngyí, “Ahh.”

Wèi Wúxiàn, “Okay. Congratulations, you’ve been hit with corpse poisoning.”

Jīn Líng, “How is that something worth being congratulated for?!”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “Because it’s the sort of life experience that you’ll tell stories about when you’re older.”

Life advice according to WWX: get poisoned for the lulz.

Meanwhile, poor LSZ’s little heart can’t take this.

Lán Sīzhuī was worried sick, “Mò-gōngzǐ, will anything happen to them?”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “They’ll be fine for now. However, if we wait for their blood to circulate through their bodies and reach their hearts, we won’t be able to help them.”

Lán Sīzhuī said, “What…what will that do?”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “Whatever happens to corpses is what will happen to all of you. If you’re lucky, you’ll just rot badly. If you’re not, you’ll turn into a long-haired jiāngshī and from then on, you’ll only be able to get around by hopping.”

All of the poisoned disciples gasped at the same time.

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “Want to cure it?”

They all nodded at once. Wèi Wúxiàn said, “If you want it cured, listen well. From now on, you’re going to have to obediently listen to everything I tell you. Every one of you has to listen to me.”

WWX is so goddamn dramatic. I love it! Also, I think it’s the first mention of jiāngshī in the novel. Jiāngshī (僵尸) literally means “stiff corpse” and are a folktale creature in China. They’re something of a cross between a zombie and a vampire. The legend goes that because they’re dead and rigor mortis has set in, their bodies are stiff and rigid. Thus, they can’t bend their legs and can only move by hopping instead of walking. Since it’s a pretty Chinese-specific myth, I’m opting to leave the term untranslated.

WWX’s first order is for the healthy disciples to carry the poisoned ones. And, of course, despite them all agreeing to do what they’re told, LJY has something to say about it.

Lán Jǐngyí said, “I can walk. Why do I have to be carried?”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “Gēgē, if you’re frolicking around, your blood will flow that much faster and that much harder, which means it will reach your heart that much faster. Therefore, you need to limit your movements. It would be best if you didn’t move at all.”

WWX sarcastically calling him gēgē sent me.

And then:

One of them being carried by someone from his sect muttered, “The zombie that just sprayed the poisoned powder really had been breathing.”

The boy carrying him was gasping for breath as he complained, “I already told you the one that was breathing had to be a live person.”

I’m sure that’s not foreshadowing anything terrible.

Meanwhile, LSZ does not complain and just asks what WWX would like them to do next.

The one that was the most well-behaved, most obedient, and made him worry the least was Lán Sīzhuī.

LSZ is the bestest boy!

Next, WWX does order them to go door-knocking. Keep in mind that they have yet to come across anyone in the town except zombies and the gravedigger.

Jīn Líng put in quite the effort and banged on the door for a long time, but no response came from inside, “It doesn’t seem like there’s anybody in there. We’re going in, right?”

Wèi Wúxiàn’s voice floated over from far away, “Who said you could go in when there’s nobody there? Keep knocking. We’ll go in a building that has someone occupying it.”

Jīn Líng said, “Are you still trying to find people?”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “Yes. Knock properly. You were knocking too hard just now. Don’t be so rude.”

Jīn Líng was so angry that he nearly kicked the wooden door in. In the end, he nevertheless…relentlessly stomped his feet against the ground.

Each building on the main road all kept their doors firmly shut. No matter how much they knocked, they remained looming and unmoving. The more Jīn Líng knocked, the more jittery he became. But he was at least being a little more gentle about it.

JL really is his father’s rude-ass son!

They do eventually find a shop with a creepy old woman, though.

“Shopkeep, when we first arrived in your land, the fog was too thick and we lost our way. We’ve walked for quite a long time and have grown somewhat weary. Would it be possible for us to make use of your shop and rest for a while?”

The strange voice said, “My shop isn’t meant for people to use as a rest stop.”

Wèi Wúxiàn didn’t seem to find this all that out of the ordinary and his expression was the same as usual, “But there is no other shop around in this fine place that still has someone occupying it. Shopkeep, are you truly unwilling to make things easier for us? We’ll reward you handsomely.”

Jīn Líng couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Where did you get the money to reward them handsomely with? Let me be the first to tell you I won’t be lending you any.”

Wèi Wúxiàn shook the dainty little money pouch in front of his face, “Look. What is this?” Lán Jǐngyí was terribly alarmed, “You really have some nerve! That’s Hánguāng-Jūn’s!”

Ahhh...LJY continues to be scandalized on LWJ’s behalf.

Although the old lady was hunchbacked and seemed quite elderly at first glance, she actually didn’t really have any wrinkles or age spots. One could say that she could pass for middle-aged. She opened the door and stepped aside. It looked like she was willing to let them go inside.

It came as a major surprise to Jīn Líng and he softly said, “She’s actually really willing to let people inside?”

Wèi Wúxiàn also spoke softly, “Of course. I also stuck my foot in the doorway, so she can’t close the door even if she wanted to. If she wouldn’t let us in, I would have just kicked the door in.”

Jīn Líng, “……”

WWX: *also rude*

JL: *shocked Pikachu face*

#mdzs #ctk reads mdzs #mdzs translation #my translation #junior disciples #the juniors are just so hilarious to me

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lifeofroos · 3 years

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Part 11. Still Hades. Shoutout to this background music generator.

In short: Nico gets therapy from Dionysus. The rest is here.

This might be crazy - part 11: Sweet Iced Tea

I wasn’t going to sleep tonight, I could feel it. Instead, I got up, grabbed a juice box from my closet and shadow travelled out of my cabin, to the Big House. A few minutes later, I was at Denny’s with Dionysus.

‘I thought it would be a good idea to make use of this time instead of just laying in my bed and thinking about tomorrow.’

‘Yeah, sure, but there is a tomorrow for me as well. A tomorrow in a very busy camp filled with teenagers.’

‘I mean, we don’t have to…’

‘Yes, we do. You want to talk right now, and there are important things for you to talk about.’

‘Hades.’

‘Yes, Hades.’

‘Can I just begin?’

‘If you feel like you know what to talk about, you can begin.’

‘Than I will not hold you up,’ Mary, our regular server, piped in. She put down a sweet tea, winked and dashed back to the counter. I looked at my sweet tea and took a breather. Alright. I got this. ‘So, last time… last time we got to the point where I actually had to live with my dad. And how he… was not the nicest to me.’

‘Yes. We talked about that.’

‘Yes. I also told you he… told me he had wanted Bianca to survive, rather than me.’ So. That. ‘But… I do not think he fully meant it. I think he was grieving, or disappointed because he thought his plan to let his children save the day could not go through. He…’ I bit my lip. ‘He… he definitely wanted that last thing. He even locked Percy Jackson into a dungeon in his palace, because he wanted me to get up and do what Percy was slated to do. That…’

‘Telling you that he would rather have Bianca survive than you is unacceptable, no matter what he was feeling or what his intentions were. I already said that last time. Even if he did want one of his kids to succeed so that they would be respected, he could have done that by actually training you instead of releasing you from the Lotus hotel when he thought your time was ripe to be useful. And locking Percy Jackson in a dungeon, no matter how attractive, is also a terrible way of solving things.’

I thought about that. ‘Yes. But, at some point during those months I was there, he seemed to… comply with the fact that I was what he had. He, and Persephone…’ Oh, man, Persephone. Help me gods. ‘And… and Demeter, she was also there… at some point, they decided to listen to me and helped with defeating the army attacking Olympus while the other gods were off fighting Typhon. That.’ I looked at the table. ‘I mean to say that he began to listen to me. After the war, I got my own cabin in camp Half-blood and the other campers began to accept me, but I was still not in camp very often. Some of the time, I was in camp Jupiter and sometimes in the Underworld. The contact with my father… became less as when I lived in the Underworld for an entire year, of course, but we kept it up. Now, I am in camp half-blood more often, but I still go to the Underworld now and then. Sometimes it goes well, sometimes not. He… Hades… he gave me a French taxi-driver. He is dead. The taxi driver. I… don’t know if that means anything.’

‘He did not coach you more? About your powers, or just as a father?’

‘No. I think he is trying to be a better dad now, but he is not really sure how to do that. But…’ I shrugged and took a long sip of iced tea. Dionysus took a moment to think about what had been said. ‘Do you want to forgive him for how he treated you?’

‘I don’t know.’ I have been defending him and I would actually like a relationship with my father, but...

‘Nico, whether you forgive him or not is completely up to you. I won’t tell you how I feel about the situation. As long as he does not hurt you anymore and if you really think he changed his ways, or at least tries to do so… it’s up to you.’

Hm. This was one of those moments where it would have been easy if he had done all of that thinking for me. Alas, I nodded. ‘I’ll have to think about that some more.’

‘Take all the time you need. It is not something you need to rush to a conclusion for.’

‘No. Until that time, I… I just mentioned Persephone. I want to say something about her as well, now that I am talking anyway.’

Dionysus nodded. ‘That’s okay if you want to.’

I swallowed. The talking was more difficult this time than it had been last time, even if what we were saying had mostly been said before. ‘I don’t know when Persephone learned that we existed, but when she did, she ignored me until I was moved into the palace and she simply could not do that anymore. Which, can I give her credit for that?’ It seemed weird, giving someone credit for ignoring me. But it was better than being hunted down.

‘I wish I could say you could not.’

I showed him a small smile. ‘Well, I am. While I was living in the Underworld… she still ignored me. From the few words she did say to me, I could make up that she did not like me, but she accepted that I was in the palace. She was not going to punish me for what my father did. That, or she was afraid that he would get angry if she tried to touch me.’ I looked at my cup.

‘I could not tell you which one of those is true, but I can tell you that Persephone was never a harsh stepmother,’ Dionysus filled in.

‘Hm. In the time after the titan war, she did once get fed up with my presence in the Underworld, so she changed me into a dandelion.’ He was trying not to laugh. I was telling about my trauma and he was trying not to laugh. ‘Hades found out quite soon and ordered her to change me back. Afterwards, she did give me the pomegranate seeds that saved my life while I was in the jar that the twin giants put me in. I think they were meant as a make up gift, and at first I thought it was worthless, but boy.’ A few loud-talking people passed the restaurant. I looked over my shoulder until they were gone. ‘So, it might seem like Hades and Persephone are kind of… they both try. Hades to sort-of be a good parental figure and Persephone to accept me, or at least not make my life more difficult. But both…’

‘It is the same thing as I said before. They are both trying now, and it is up to you if you accept that or if you find that it is too little, too late. But it does not erase the fact that they hurt you in some way. In order to really work through that, you’ll have to talk to them as well.’

‘... Alright. But…’

My sentence was cut off by a herd of drunken twenty-somethings hurdling into the Denny’s. I turned around so I could take a look. A few of them were laughing, one was crying and what seemed to be the least drunk guy of the bunch winked at Mary. ‘A stack of three waffles for each of the boys, please.’ Mary sighed. ‘Coming right up. What kind of toppings do you want?’

‘Nothing but you, darling.’ He winked again and I cringed. That almost physically hurt.

Mary was completely unfazed by it. ‘Alright, that will be six plain waffles. Do you want anything to drink with that?’

‘Nothing but your…’

‘Alright, alright, I know you can go on for the entire night, but that is more, more than enough.’ Dionysus stood up and walked towards the herd of drunken men. The ‘leader’ looked at him from head to toe. ‘And who do you think…’

‘Actually your lord and savior, seeing how you are drunk in a Denny’s at the moment, but I really wish I wasn’t.’

‘My… what?’ The guy was just drunk enough to get confused by that statement, it seemed.

‘I’ll give you this.’ Dionysus tapped the guy on his forehead. His pupils grew creepily wide. ‘You go to the door. You’ll just wait outside, aghast, until your friends have finished their waffles. Then, you will never be able to find this place again. Your pals will know about the restaurant, but you won’t. You’ll never know what they are talking about and it might make your mind break in the future - who knows!.’ He twirled the guy around and pushed him in the back, towards the door. ‘Now leave.’ The guy left without a look around.

Mary arched her brow. ‘I assume that is just five stacks of waffles, then.’ Dionysus smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and disappeared to make the waffles. I picked up my iced tea, stood up and walked over to Dionysus. ‘That… I mean…’

‘There are loads of people who make the party scene unsafe for the other party-goers. It is quite literally my job to root those people out. They, again quite literally, ruin my health.’

‘Right.’ I drank my sweet tea until there was no more. ‘Is the session over?’

He nodded. ‘Just one more thing: Do you want to talk to Hades?’

‘I’ll have to think about that.’ I put my cup on the counter. ‘But I might.’

‘If you decide that you want to, I’ll make sure you have extra free time.’

‘Does Chiron agree to it, then?’

‘Chiron finds it just as important as I and your sunny boyfriend do that you get proper help.’ He gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded, after which I yawned. ‘Alright.’

‘Good, then we can go back. But first…’ he pointed at the waffle makers. The next moment, five plates with plain waffles were standing on the counter.

Mary came walking back, with her eyebrows raised. ‘That’s special.’ She looked at Dionysus. ‘Well, thanks.’ In reaction, he put a fifty dollar bill on the counter.

‘No, you thanks. For letting us sit here, for serving us and for putting up with scum like that.’ Mary looked at the money. Then she smiled the warmest smile I had seen from her yet. ‘I am really, truly glad to be doing it.’ She waved us goodbye, while Dionysus transported us back to camp.

A/N: next chapter, he won’t be talking about, but with Hades. Thanks to Rickandrowling28 for that idea! I also hope I did not skip anything that happened between Hades and Nico. Fandom wiki had been a real help, but it does not erase the fact that it is at least three years ago that I read the books (I got the first one from a friend on my fourteenth birthday and binge read the rest in three weeks or so after that).

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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His Spark of Light (4 - End)

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One of the things you told him while catching up was that you’ve volunteered for two tasks—medical work and mechanical work. After having your snack break over space waffles and fruits, you stood up from your seat but Cal snatched you by the wrist.

“Stay with me, please?”

He cooed and then flashed his puppy eyes at you—knowing that it was one of your biggest weaknesses—and you were having an internal battle whether or not to give in. He pulled you in until you sat on his lap. Cal has been behaving like a big baby around you ever since you rejoined the crew.

“I really missed having you here,”

“Sweetie, I won’t be long anyway. Plus, I’ll just be in their med-bay,”

He clicked his tongue and playfully whined like a toddler, “Noooo…”

You chuckled, brushed away the red fringes from his forehead to kiss it, and stood up—his grip on your wrist remained secured.

“Would you like me to help though?”

“That’d be great, come on. We need all the help we can get with the tech in the medical bay. You’re a better mechanic than me,”

You dragged him while he still has your hand in his clutches. The two of you went out of the Mantis and told Cere that you were going back in the base to help with the fighters set up their medical tech.

A fighter stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw you and Cal coming to her general direction.

“Oh, [y/n], I was about to look for you!”

“Yeah, have the shipments of the medical tech arrived?”

“About an hour ago. We need help in setting it up for the patients,”

You turned to Cal, “That’s where you come in. Let’s go,”

Both of you marched through the halls with you on the lead. The medical bay is located in the farther end of the ground floor just past the conference hall. Cal surprisingly kept his grip on to you all the way, you didn’t mind, though it was sort of a neat discovery on your end.

The medical bay’s doors retracted at the push of a button. Most of the tech has been set up but Cal helped out in configuring them until they’re functional for use; you were busy in tending to the patients’ wounds such as replacing their bandages and plastering their wounds with Bacta strips.

You and Cal have made quick work with the things needed to be done in the medical bay. Cal even managed to revive a decommissioned 2-1B medical droid that only needed a new processor, further impressing the doctors and medics in the room.

“Oh, that’s incredible, Cal!” you sincerely complimented his handiwork with the then-decommissioned medical droid, leaning against his arm as you examine it rebooting and making itself aware of its surroundings.

“Nah, it’s nothing. I fix up droids pretty quick,”

You gave him an affirming pat on his chest as the droid’s sounds gradually changed from distorted garbles until it became a monotonous yet coherent voice.

“System rebooting. Registered name: Eye-Em-Nine. Scanners optimal. Hello, my name is IM-9, 2-1B Medical Droid at your service.”

“Awesome work, Cal!” you gleefully said, shaking him by the arm.

“Well done, [y/n] and Cal! Thanks for configuring these old things. Now we can treat patients with better medical quality,” the doctor commends.

“Glad to help,” Cal beamed.

“How are you feeling, [y/n]?” the doctor asked you casually while poring over a patient’s records chart.

“Better actually. Cal here replaced my bandages earlier,”

“Good man. Oh, by the way, as a reward—here, have these,”

The doctor fished out something from the stock cabinet. He approached you and placed two stim canisters on the palm of your hand. The pair of green vials glowed and their light twinkled in you and Cal’s eyes. BD-1 even peeked over Cal’s shoulder to look at it.

“Oh, but Doc… we can’t… we can’t take these,” you stuttered. “The patients need it more than we do.”

“Oh come now, I insist,” the doctor gently pushes your hand back away from him. “Besides, we have enough for the patient—and another shipment well on the way. Please accept my quite small token of thanks,”

Seeing that you can’t talk your way out of it, you caved and decided to express your gratitude.

“No, it’s quite a big token, Doc. This is gonna come in real handy sooner or later,”

“You’re welcome, [y/n] and Cal,”

BD-1 chirped curiously when the doctor dismissed himself to accommodate a patient in bed.

“How many stims you got left in you, buddy?” you asked.

BD-1 trilled in a soft rhythmic tone—as if counting—and then replied with one loud chirp.

“Oh, well, these are gonna restock your storage real quick,”

BD tilted his head slightly, ejecting the small tray for you to place in the stims in. when you slid the vials into the slots, the tray retracted into BD-1’s head and then the little droid played a string of happy-sounding tones.

“With you, BD, we feel unstoppable,” Cal cooed and fist-bumped with the tiny droid, and you patted his head.

Now with the job done, you exited the medical bay and saw that there was still little sunlight shining through the windows. The fighters and their commanding officers were busy as usual in different sectors—the communications, the strategical planning, and medical efforts to name a few.

The lightbulb in your mind suddenly flickered on and you had an idea. The thought was at the tip of your tongue moments ago and you finally remembered it.

“Oh! Follow me. I wanna show you something,” you grabbed him by the wrist and let go as soon as you felt his feet carry him.

Cal was impressed that you managed to memorize the layout of the temple without a map. Four days isn’t usually the threshold for a person to have memorized an entire place with all its twists and turns. He was able to keep up to your pace as you sprinted through the hallways; you could have been easy to lose with the blind turns and sharp lefts and rights, but Cal stayed close.

“Where are we going?” he huffed as he ran.

“You’ll see!” you heaved as well.

Cal followed you up to the third level of the temple. Both of you finally finished the flight of stairs from the second floor. He hoped that the run was at its end. You two stopped to catch your breaths, you went ahead towards the open balcony.

“This has been my favorite time of the day and favorite thing to do ever since I got here,” you said as if daydreaming.

Cal walked up to your side and saw what you meant.

The view from the third level balcony of the temple was a breathtaking spectacle. The powder blue sky had a royal blue gradient as the sun began to set. The most prominent part of the view is Yavin itself, the red planet blanketed nearly half of the evening sky, accompanied by a multitude of stars and puffs of clouds while dusk comes in. The trees were transforming into silhouettes when the sky grew into a deeper shade of blue, and the stars were multiplying tenfold.

You gestured a nod, “Look down there.”

Cal followed and saw how small the fighters and the ships—including the Mantis—appeared. He couldn’t believe that both of you have gotten this high up in the temple. He stole a glance at you, he watched you stare at whatever’s happening down below and alternately look at the sky—though you stared longer at the sky, looking at it as if the sight came from a dream.

He stood closer to you as he looked down below.

“When I got here, most of them were wounded, they returned with their ships barely holding it together. Even if I wanted to leave, I felt the need to help them,” you thought out loud. “And then, one of their leaders said something. He had a speech for his soldiers. He said something like, ‘the tiniest of sparks could even ignite the largest of infernos.’ I overheard him say that and I can’t help but think, I wonder which one of these fighters is the tiny spark that would light up the blaze.”

“Well, who knows? Maybe one of the people you saved might be. You’re a hero too, [y/n],”

You smile while slightly shaking your head, “I never thought of myself in that high regard,”

“They could’ve died without your help,”

“That’s literally what you said back in Kashyyyk when we got there,”

“Yeah, and even if I keep saying I miss you every day when you were gone, now that you’ve told me about this, I’m proud of you. You saved lives, that’s a really big deal,”

Your cheeks flushed in color while you try to fight back a smile by biting you lip, “Really?”

“Yeah. Come here you,”

Cal pulled you in close to him again, you were really pressed against his body and he encased you in his embrace while he rested his head on the top of your head while both of you continue viewing the evening scene of Yavin IV. Your small arms attempted to wrap the broad of his back as you returned the hug and he planted perhaps a dozen of kisses all over your forehead and cheeks.

“I think I should go on solo trips more often,”

“Why so?”

“So you’d hug and cuddle me tighter than usual like this,”

Albeit being a half-joke, Cal still went for it and thought of a breakeven.

“How about I just smother you more often so you don’t leave my side ever?”

You rolled your eyes in a pensive manner, and then you smiled when you’ve reached a decision.

“Not a bad bargain.”

Cal beamed, leaned closer to you and kissed your lips, shortly but sweetly. He slicked back the loose hairs on your hairline, exposing your forehead and planted another kiss there; and then he rested his cheek over your head again as both of you enjoy the scenic evening view.

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spider-manholland · 5 years

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Runaway | Garfield Logan

Pairing(s): Garfield Logan x Male Reader

Warning(s): mentions of death, angst

Summary: Sometimes leaving the person you love most in the world is the only way to protect them.

Author’s Note: The Reader’s powers were inspired by the Nicholas Cage movie, “The Knowing”

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Gar never meant to hurt you. You’re the last person in the world he’d ever want to hurt. But he did anyway.

- - -

It was early in the morning, everyone except for you was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. Gar was the only one not talking. He was exhausted, dark bags were clearly noticeable underneath his eyes and his eyes were also bloodshot from the lack of sleep. No one seemed to notice his tired expression except for a Rachel.

“Are you feeling okay, Gar?” She suddenly asked, her tone filled with concern, getting everyone else’s attention and making all of them turn towards Gar.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” He lied, shaking his head and taking a bite of his breakfast. No one believed him, Gar was terrible liar. “Come on, Gar.” Kory sighed, “Just tell us.”

Staring down at his food, Gar didn’t know whether or not it was his decision to tell them. All he knows is that he was terrified and wanted to help you. “It’s Y/N,” he started, Kory’s body immediately stiffening. Out of everyone excluding Gar, she was the one you got closest to. “There’s something wrong with him but I don’t know what it is.”

“What do you mean?” Dick asked, his eyes full of curiosity but also worry. “Is he like in danger, did he hurt you-”

“No!” Gar immediately cut him off, shaking his head. “He didn’t hurt me, he’s just...” Gar felt himself trail off, his body tensing up at the memory of what happened the previous night. “Different. Last night I woke up and found him sitting at his desk, drawing pictures, writing numbers, and placing them all over the room. I tried to stop him, even yelled at him but it was like he was in some sort of trance.”

Your powers were quite unique, different from the others. You had visions that showed the future, but not just anyone’s future but disastrous futures. But all of your visions happened in your dreams, this was the first time you’ve ever actually had to visualize them. And that’s what terrified Gar, because whatever trance you were stuck in, you couldn’t get out until you were completely done with whatever you had to get written down.

“And that scared me because I’ve never seen him like that before, it was like someone else took complete control over him.” Gar added, his voice low.

“You’re scared of him.” Jason suddenly said, more in a stating tone rather than a questioning one, and before Gar had the chance to answer the sound of the wood floor creaking behind them caused everyone to turn around and see you standing at the end of the hallway that led to the kitchen.

Gar’s eyes then widen when realizing that you probably heard everything they were talking about. You heard how Gar was scared of you. You heard how he thought you were some sort of different person.

“Wait-” Gar tried to stop you but you were already running back to your room, slamming the door in his face and locking it once you were inside. “Please, Y/N. Let me explain.” He banged on your door, practically begging when he didn’t hear you say anything back.

- - -

“Do you think he’ll forgive me?” Gar was still standing in front of your bedroom’s door with Kory right next to him, his eyes filled with guilt and regret.

“You just need to give him time.” Kory said, placing her hand on Gar’s shoulder comfortingly, which he immediately shrugged off and groaned quite loudly. “He’s been in there for the entire day, Kory!”

“Just go,” she suggested, patting his back gently. “Dinner’s about to be ready and you need to help Rachel and Jason set up the table. I’ll talk to him.”

Gar was hesitant of course, not wanting to leave you but when seeing the look in Kory’s eyes he knew it was best to listen to her. He sent one last glance at your door before walking off towards the kitchen. Once he was gone, Kory banged her fist against your door twice before say, “Y/N, it’s Kory. Gar’s gone so you can let me in.”

It wasn’t even a second later before the lock in your door was unlatched and pulled open, revealing your teary eyes and frowned expression. “Hey-” The moment Kory stepped in your room her eyes immediately went towards the packed bag that was on your bed, her brows raising. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” You bluntly answered, closing your door once she was fully in your room. Kory took in the drawings that were placed on all over your room, taped to your walls, scattered on the floor. “If this is about what Gar said he didn’t mean it-” she tried to say but you were quick to interrupt her. “I’m not mad at him,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’m doing this protect him, to protect all of you.”

“What you do mean?” Kory asked. Without answering her completely, you walked over to your desk and picked up a stack of drawn pieces of papers and dropped it onto her lap. You nodded at the pile, signaling her to look through it.

And that’s exactly what she did, and what she saw shocked her. Every single piece of paper all had the same date written on it. October 19th.

“What does this mean?” Kory questioned, holding up one of the pieces of paper, and the words that came out of your mouth made her heart stop and drop into the pit of her stomach. “It’s the day I’m gonna die.” Your voice was trembling and your eyes were filled with tears that were ready to fall down your face.

“That’s in two days.” She pointed out, causing you to nod your head. “That’s why I’m leaving, because I can’t let you guys, I can’t let Gar see me die.” Your voice cracked at the mention of your boyfriend of one year, a single tear finally escaping your eyes and sliding down your cheek.

“We don’t even know if this will really happen-” Kory tried you argue but you quickly shot her down by rolling your eyes and groaning. “Come on, Kory. You know my visions are always correct. The day before we got captured by the asylum my visions told me that 187 people were gonna die, and guess what? The next day 187 people were reported dead after we blew up that asylum.”

“I’m going to die, Kory.” You added, this time your voice being more clear. “I’ve accepted it.” Kory shook her head, standing up from your bed and began to pace around your room. “No, I won’t accept it. How do you think Gar will feel when he finds out your leaving? He won’t let you.”

“He won’t be able to stop me because he won’t know that I’m leaving.” You sternly stated, your eyes staring deeply into Kory’s. “No,” She shook her head again, understanding what you were hinting at her. “I’m not keeping this from the others.”

“Please, Kory!” You begged, more tears spilling from your eyes now uncontrollably. “Make this easy for me. I want my last memory of everyone to be good, not of you all crying over my dying body. Please...”

“Fine.” Kory finally gave in, even though she didn’t want to but she knew you weren’t giving up. “But what are you going to tell the others?”

“Nothing.” You simply answered, “I just want to enjoy one final night with everyone, then I’ll leave tonight.”

Kory sighed, blinking away the tears that were forming in her eyes before wrapping her arms around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. “Okay,” she pressed her lips against your head. “Let’s go have dinner then.” She tried to chuckle but only came out as a raspy laugh.

When you and Kory both stepped out of your room and entered the kitchen, everyone’s eyes turned towards you, filled with sympathy. Gar was the first and only one to get up from his seat, your heart beating fast as he made his way towards you. “Y/N, I’m sorry for what I said about you-” Gar was suddenly cut off by the feeling of your lips pressed against his. The kiss wasn’t long, just a short peck but it was enough to send both your hearts beating against your chests.

“It’s alright, Gar. I’m not mad at you.” You reassured him, laughing at the his facial expression as he sighed in relief. “I was just tired from that...episode I had last night,” you paused, “I just needed some rest and motherly advice.” You teased, glancing at Kory who rolled her eyes playfully.

“So, are you sure everything’s alright?” Gar asked, noticing your bloodshot eyes and bags underneath them. You could slowly feel your heart crack at the concerned look in his eyes and his worried tone. The next words that then came out of your mouth finally made your heart shatter into millions of pieces.

“Everything’s fine.”

Part two???

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quinn-varden · 4 years

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Ears to the Ground

“Quinn.”

The young woman sits on one of the dock posts in Stormwind harbour, looking out over the sea. There’s a sound of clinking glass, perhaps from a nearby ship deck.

“Quinn?”

She sits on a rooftop in Old Town. The sun sets in the distance, the sky dimming as the smell of whiskey from the thermos fills her nostrils.

“QUINN!”

She jolts to attention, blinking bleary eyed a few times as her shoulder is shaken and she finds herself standing in the Pig and Whistle behind the counter, the glass in hand overly polished by this point. “Where you been girl? Off in yer head somewhere?”

Still a bit dazed, Quinn sets the glass beneath the bar with the other clean ones. Nose scrunches up, lips tightening with a chagrined look on her features. “Sorry Reese...Mister Langston. Not enough sleep yesterday I’m supposin’. Was daydreamin’ a bit. Won’t happen again.”

Reese Langston’s hand claps her shoulder. “Yeah, hope not luv. Look, I’d just send you home to get some rest, but I just got word Elly’s a bit under the weather and you know I’m not goin’ to push her too far. We got crowd enough tonight that I can’t have you just standin’ here polishin’ glass. Can you take the floor?”

Teeth drag across Quinn’s lower lip as she sucks it in, brown eyed gaze darting over the assembled patrons, before she exhales slowly. “Yes sir, yeah, I can take the floor today. Sorry, that’ll keep me movin’ and focused too. Thank you.”

Not but a nod given in return as the Tavernkeep turns attention back to serving those at the bar. Quinn snags a pad of note paper and the bar’s one good pen to stride out amongst the patrons.

It’s a fairly normal crowd, the usual assortment of ne’er do wells from about Old Town. Owners of nearby businesses stopping for a drink before calling it a night. And of course, a few travelers who don’t seem to have gotten the word on what kind of hole the Pig is, and decided to stop by.

Quinn’s mind begins to drift once more, daydreaming about other things, unfocused on the Bar work as she goes through the rote greetings, drinks, and food specials. Pen scratches out her chicken scratch on the pad, her simplistic notation of drinks, not that she needs to write any of it down really. In practice part of what makes Quinn good at this is her memory.

“...cut to pieces and strung up like some kinda display.”

She’s ripped once more from her idle thoughts by the sound of a voice nearby. What they’d been talking about before hadn’t even registered, but those words set off warning bells. There’s no real outward change, she’s good at not letting sudden reactions show on her features or in her posture, but no longer is she daydreaming.

“Don’t know what we’re supposed to do to make a living now.”

Quinn finishes taking her current order before feet carry her the distance towards the table with the two men. Both of them with dusty faces, large arms, short sleeves, the sort of ruggedness to them that makes them look like day laborers of some kind.

“Havin’ a rough go of it fellas?” Quinn asks with sympathy slipping across her malleable features. “Overheard you might not be able to work for a bit? Tell you what, doin’ a special today only. Give me a story worth hearin’ and your next pint is on the house. We like stories around here.”

“Aint one you’re gonna believe gorgeous,” the man who had spoken first replies. “But sure, I’ll tell it.”

“Don’t have to be true, just got to be good enough to be worth hearin’” Quinn teases back, glancing back down to her notepad. “So tell me your tale and what you’re havin’?”

“Shorter than he makes it out to be,” the second man replies first. “We been hired on for summer work at Grayson’s Lumber yard, out east end of Elwynn. Gets like that this time o’year, bring on a whole mess o’summer labor to finish before the hot season gets goin’ proper.”

“Sounds like you should be payin’ for your drinks just fine then,” Quinn flashes her brightest smile. Inside she’s mentally urging them to get to the point.

“Yeah well, that’s the thing lady, bunch of us been let go,” the first man speaks again. “Owner runnin’ the yard and his two sons turned up,” he blanches a bit looking up at Quinn, and then, in trying to spare the woman, “not livin’.” He finishes a bit lamely.

“It’s got to have been bandits, only ones who’d be twisted enough to cut folks up and then hang ‘em on display with wire like some sick Darkmoon puppet or somethin’ right?” The second man pipes in eagerly. “Only the foremen are convinced one of us must’ve done it, let us all go, sent us home and closed the yard. Maybe they got to...vestigate or somethin’ like?”

Quinn doesn’t bother to hide the downturn of her lips, the furrowing of her brow. “That’s terrible, there got to be guards sent out to look into that right?” She also feels her stomach turn a bit at the description. No wonder the first guy tried to spare her the details.

The darker skinned man, the second, scoffs at that comment, “Miss, now m’friend and I here are good upstandin’ people. But you got to know what sort of people tend to do day labor out there. They got to take whatever they can get to move them logs, and not everyone they toss coin to is on the up and up righ…oof.”

An annoyed grunt from the second as his friend kicks him under the table. “She don’ need to know all that. Anyway Miss, there you go, not too excitin’ a story but there it is. Man passed away, and now we’re all out of work. Even if it aint what you were lookin’ for, that’s got to be worth a pint right?”

Quinn scrunches up her nose, eyes rolling to the side as though waffling a bit on whether or not to reward the story. Inside she’s already recording the details she’d gotten, making a note that it’s time to make a new report to Vyn. Been too long since something worth noting has crossed her ears. “Yeah, alright, two pints of lager comin’ up,” pen works on page, taking down a rough description of the two gentlemen rather than their order, that seems more worth noting right now. Those writing lessons are paying off.

Then once more the din of the tavern takes over, and she lets her mind drift as she returns to the simple pace of work. For now, she still has this job to do. Tonight, it’s time to do the other half of what she’s paid for.

[ Mention to @lovelydeadlysocialite ]

#ic #plots #Strings & Slaughter #Informant Varden #Operative Mistcaller #Unit 8

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anonymoustalks · 4 years

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The left has become absorbed by identity politics and is obsessed with race.. it scares me that they will create more racists than before they started

(6-17-20) You both like politics.

You: heyaa

Stranger: Hi

Stranger: How are you

You: anything you're interested in?

You: I am fine

Stranger: I'm interested in hearing opinions on things

You: oh, me too ^^

You: what kind of things?

Stranger: Politics is divisive, but in order to get a better understanding I wish to listen to both sides

You: awesome, I think that's great ^^

Stranger: :) thank you

You: do you have issues you care about most?

Stranger: The current fall of western society

You: fall of western society huh

You: can you elaborate more?

Stranger: Over the past few years we have seen western society devolve. Where once we were fairly united and we stood strong, we have become more divided and with the introduction of identity politics, that has just worsened till we have gotten to where we are now. China is currently pushing her borders, and yet with the US in flames and the uk following suit (along with France for that matter), noone challenges it

You: mhm *nodsnods*

Stranger: To speak out against the lunacy is to be called a racist and a bigot, not that that's anything new of course but those who are calling for these things seem to not really understand the importance and significance of their actions. I see this as akin to the 1920s Weimar Republic. They are pushing for things they don't want

You: you type a lot haha

Stranger: Sorry i am choosing my words carefully

You: mhm it's fine

You: so you think strong foreign policy is very important?

Stranger: I do. I am from South Africa, though I live in the uk. For those who live outside the us and Europe, we see the importance of Baro and the us on a geopolitical scale. China owns the east of Africa, if not central as well. The us has been the top dog preventing them and Russia from doing much for years, though that's going to change in the coming years

Stranger: NATO not baro* bloody autocorrect

You: oh okay I was wondering what that was haha

Stranger: If I may ask, where are you from?

You: the us actually

Stranger: I thought you might be given the time :) it's half 1 am here

You: yeah it's late!

You: so in your view, western countries need to have more of a spine?

You: is that basically what you're saying?

Stranger: Always. But history has a cycle.

Stranger: Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. Weak men create hard times

You: very fair

You: speaking of cycles, I think something that is floating around these days

You: is whether it's sort of like the beginning of the end of american hegemony

You: sort of like UK's empire gradually had its sunset

Stranger: This is what I am concerned with. All empires have their time in the sun, and all shall fade. I had hoped I would be dead before it happened. I made a prediction several years ago that should trump win in 2020 again, there will be civil war. I am unsure on my prediction of civil war, but I can see that he will win. Should there not be war, I give it another 2 presidencies before yourselves will fall, and ww3 breaks out

You: hmm the us is steamy right now, but idk about civil war

Stranger: It's been brewing for a while now by my estimation

You: that said I would not be surprised about China continuing to be more aggressive

You: that stuff with India yesterday?

You: ^^

Stranger: Without strong willed opposition, they will always push more overtly. They have done so in the shadows for years now

Stranger: And that's just one example

Stranger: They have intruded on Thailand air space as well

You: I don't think either democrats or republicans are very foreign-policy aggressive right now though

You: idk if your concern will be that much better with biden

You: clinton was a little hawkish but she lost 2016

Stranger: It would be much worse with Biden, or anyone from the left EXCEPT Tulsi Gabbard

You: oh you sounded like you didn't want trump to win lol

Stranger: I don't like him. But honestly, he's the best option out of what has been shown. Bernie is a socialist, Hillary is a warmonger, Biden will probably be a puppet. Who can stand? Hillary could be strong, but you would go to war. For all his faults, Trump has avoided war and conflict. He brought North Korea to the discussion table.

You: okay ^^

Stranger: I may not like him but he is effective, and has been a boon to you economy though as someone who works in finance, the next crash is due soon

You: fair enough although I think a lot of places are hurt by the coronavirus economy anyways

Stranger: Yeah.. the lockdowns are odd.. why quarantine those who are healthy? We have always quarantined those who were I'll first, and then those who go out and riot get a free pass? It's a bit confusing, and is a little bit of double think. Rules don't apply to you if you have the correct opinions it would seem

You: idk the US never really had forced quarantines

You: everything here was just you were supposed to do it

Stranger: The uk did, apologies

Stranger: Well not heavily enforced near me

You: we had college students going to beaches even though the quarantine was happening

You: because young ppl think they are invincible

You: and dumb ^^

Stranger: Hahaha yeah you aren't wrong in that

Stranger: But I have waffled on, may I hear your opinions on what we have discussed?

You: mhm, I disagree but it's cool yo~

Stranger: No that's great, it shows that we can discuss and hopefully come to compromise

Stranger: Thank you for being chill and relaxed

You: mhm I'm basically a hippie though so I don't usually take strong stances on international intervention

Stranger: That's fair and understandable. I used to agree with that as well for many years

You: I kind of think it's a little bit of a selfish position to take (the peace one)

You: in the sense that I don't want to deal with other people's problems

You: so in a sense it's kinda selfish

Stranger: It is and it isn't :)

Stranger: It's a moral good and a difficult thing. Peace only exists as reprieve from war. Humanity is a war like species, and peace only ever exists between them. And I applaud your pacifism

You: idk I'm not sure if it's always something to applaud

You: I think in a sense it's a kind of inaction

Stranger: A good thought experiment for you then, look at ww2

You: yup

You: I'm familiar with isolationism in history and its ramifications

Stranger: The us was neutral officially for years, and because they took no strong stance, the Nazis rose to power. Admittedly it was partly the fault of all the allies and ww1 but that's a digression.

Stranger: But war was thrust upon them officially by what happened. The peaceful stance can be taken from you, but that is not a bad thing in my opinion

You: yup

Stranger: What would you do if you could, at that time?

You: at that time?

You: hmm

You: it's not a question I've thought very much about

Stranger: I thought on that myself

You: and what did you conclude?

Stranger: My answer was intervention. Stop the Anschluss, the Munich agreement, the extremely harsh measures of the treaty at the end of ww1

You: oh yeah that was a terrible treaty

You: I kind of imagined myself as an average person though haha

Stranger: But I understand the reasoning at the time for allowing all those things to go through

Stranger: I am too

You: you would have protested your government signing that treaty?

Stranger: That's why thay generation was called the greatest generation. We the average man stood up and took up arms, because they believed what was right.

Stranger: It is difficult to say that if I lived in that time I would. Of it was today, 100%

You: mhm... war is frightening

Stranger: We cannot judge the past with the same moral standing we have today

You: of course

Stranger: And yes, war really is a horrible thing

Stranger: If peace was an option, I would go for it. Often times though, we have no control over that

You: mhm there is suffering in a lot of places, and violence that arises from suffering and hatred

Stranger: Look at the Nazis and the hatred of the Jews. That was extremely common all across Europe, the uk and the us. Many leaders in politics and business liked the Nazis initially. But just because something is common, does not make it right

You: I actually never understood antisemitism

Stranger: You are quite wise, and I agree with you. But the sad thing is, there will always be suffering

You: or why people hate(d) jewish people

Stranger: The scary thing is, many of those in BLM look up to a man called Farrakhan (forgive me on the spelling) who is a huge antisemite. Like he openly calls for violence against them. He gets away with it, because he is black. Why he hates them I don't know. They are hated I think, because they are the oldest abrahamic religion and the oldest monothesist one as well, from which both Islam and Christianity draw their teachings from initially

You: I just don't understand why they are hated

You: often by christians too

Stranger: Me neither, I find it abhorrent. They have been persecuted for thousands of years

You: yeah idk I just don't understand why

Stranger: I have yet to find out why. I know in Islam they hate them as it is dictated within their scriptures, though the exact wording I am unsure on. Christians I would think it's because they don't believe that Jesus was the son of God

You: I guess so

Stranger: But I may be entirely wrong

Stranger: Which I probably am

You: idk I don't know anything so I have no clue

Stranger: Hence why I like and want discussion :) we learn more through communication

Stranger: We become better the more we communicate

You: is there a reason why you dislike blm so much?

Stranger: I stand against identitarianism

You: so basically all those "pride" movements?

Stranger: I come from a racist country that segregated everyone and everything based on the colour of everyone's skin and I was hated for being the colour of my skin just for being born. I cannot condone movements that wish to implement the same things, as it will lead to suffering and hatred.

Stranger: I have nothing against being proud of your race, though I think the idea is a bit stupid. I have an issue with everything needing to divided up based on the colour of ones skin, I choose to judge someone on the basis of their character. I'm not perfect and there are times where I have been prejudiced but it is something I am consious of and wish to not do

You: mhm okay

You: I'm not sure if blm wants things to be divided up based on race though

You: I thought they were mostly against police brutality

Stranger: Some very much so are. Though I will concede that not all of them are, and I should tar everyone with the same brush. But as a counter to that, look at CHAZ in Seattle, they have segregated farms though calling them that is hilarious

You: I thought chaz is just a city block?

Stranger: On the police brutality, I agree with them and that reform must happen. Abolishing police is not a good idea. More funding is required, better training and better internal policies and structures to vette and review the officers is needed. Abolishing them will lead to anarchy. You are correct that Chaz is, but it is a microcosm showing the very things I stand against. I am against racism of all kinds, segregation is a form of racism. The us had a history where they did it too and agreed that it was wrong

You: mhm

You: I just wasn't familiar with blm as pro-segregation

You: that said, most blm activists are just really young

Stranger: They have been co-opted by those who are. And many activists are young white kids

You: I don't think mainstream democrats take them very seriously

Stranger: I'm not so certain. But I hope I am wrong

You: idk I mean these days who knows what kind media we each read

You: so I'm sure I'm in a bubble too

Stranger: They may see these things as a good and helpful idea, but the road to hell is often paved with good intentions

Stranger: Of course, and I hope I'm wrong. I recommend a variety of news sources, especially independent ones. A great one is a guy named Tim Pool on YouTube. He is a left leaning centrist guy who is upfront with his leanings. But he gives the news as it is

You: mhm I try to avoid youtube news

You: although idk if it's truly reliable to always go through bbc or ap or others

You: they are just mainstream

Stranger: BBC is very biased in my opinion. Tim used to work on mainstream media but he left. I would call him credible, he looks at news sources and verifies them. He's very milk toast and fence sits allot the problem with news is that all sides want to spin things the way they want it

You: mhm okay

You: is there any kind of mainstream media that you like?

Stranger: I don't trust any of them when it comes to almost anything except weather and sport scores. I will listen to what is said from various sources before coming to my own conclusions. I have lost all faith in the media since 2016

You: I see, I guess it ends up being hard to find something to trust

Stranger: Unfortunately it is. My reasons for it was both the elections in the us for 2016 and the brexit vote here in the uk. I was very similar to you then, very much so a hippie and very left leaning. I disagreed with Trump and Brexit, but I lost. But the way the media and society within the left handled themselves and the situation, that put me off completely and pushed me to become more conservative than what I was

You: interesting, although I'm not exactly following what made you more interested in conservative things

Stranger: The constant denigration of those who you disagree with. The treatment hat those people got, most of whom are the working class, upon the backs of which society is upheld. They are not racist or evil. They have a different opinion and different values. How does making a choice in a democracy make someone evil when neither side is perfect?

Stranger: The left preaches tolerance, except that it doesnt in reality

You: mhm yeah I don't like that

You: I don't think it is effective either

Stranger: All it does is polarize people

Stranger: And drive them further away from reaching g a compromise

You: right

Stranger: Don't get me wrong, I don't agree with Brexit, but as a democracy we made a decision. So now we need to exact that decision. I would have voted for trump despite my disdain for him

Stranger: Enact not exact*

You: I think there are a lot of people who think similarly as you do ^^

Stranger: There really are

Stranger: The left has become absorbed by identity politics and is obsessed with race.. it scares me that they will create more racists than before they started

Stranger: Constantly calling your opposition racist and evil will force them into being it

You: mhm I think there are some things to distinguish between social media left-wing people and people in everyday life I think

You: the vitriol is always much more amplified online than people are irl

Stranger: Oh agreed! Twitter is not real life, but it has started to bleed over

You: I live in a fairly liberal state, although I don't really think I have ever seen twitter irl

You: although I do think there is probably self-censorship occuring

You: in the sense that people are afraid of what their neighbors will think

Stranger: There is allot of that

Stranger: Anything you say will be used against you. Even if it's not that controversial

Stranger: People have lost their jobs for an opinion not done at work

You: that said, I don't think that's per say the "left's" fault though -- I just think that public opinion has shifted dramatically in the last 10 years

Stranger: Or how about the man who lost his job because his wife said something controversial

Stranger: I agree with you

Stranger: I really do

Stranger: Allot of this I do think could have been stopped years ago

You: I don't really like the lynch firing of people

You: that companies do for their public image

You: because the truth doesn't matter

You: it's just public image

Stranger: They do so because they are scared of the mob

You: but at the same time, I think public image is a thing because majority opinion really has shifted in the past two decades

You: opinions on homosexuality have swung dramatically in the US

You: ten years ago it was totally okay in public to be anti-homosexual

Stranger: Obama was against gay marriage until it was politically important for him to win the next election

You: but public opinion I think has swung really fast

You: yeah

You: I think he swapped at the first poll that showed >50% of americans supported it

Stranger: Yep! I find it hilarious that that was the case

You: yes but I think conservatives find this kind of fast change extremely uncomforting

You: I can understand that sentiment

You: also isn't it getting kinda late for you? ^^

Stranger: Conservatives are by their very nature are conservative. Change is neither malevolent nor benevolent, but we cannot look at change as universally good. Not can we disregard tradition

Stranger: It's 3 am and I can still keep going, I'm enjoying this conversation :)

You: I need to do the dishes eventually lol

Stranger: If you wish to leave you can by all means :) I won't hate you for it

You: I'm fine either way tbh

You: are you working right now? if you have work tomorrow you should prob go to bed

Stranger: It's up to you :) I can go for ages though my coherence Kay descend

Stranger: I'm sadly unemployed at the moment having lost my job earlier this year

You: coronavirus?

Stranger: Sadly yes

You: that's unfortunate, I'm sorry

Stranger: Not your fault :) so don't stress

You: so aside from Russia and China and the decline of western things, is there anything else that you stress about lol?

Stranger: The drive of censorship

Stranger: I have serious issue with censory

You: mhm

Stranger: And yourself?

You: mhm I dunno really

Stranger: That's good, though I would urge you to become concerned with censorship

You: mhm maybe

You: for me it's sort of a contextual concern I think

You: in the sense that it depends on your vantage point

Stranger: Opinions, art and books doesn't matter. Today it is their voice, tomorrow it is my voice. The day after it becomes your voice. Censorship takes away their rights to speak, and your rights to listen

You: mhm, what I mean is that my family immigrated from China

You: so my reference point of censorship is literal government censorship

You: in comparison the "political correctness" thing just doesn't seem as big to me imo

You: because 90% of it to me is sort of like a person's relationship with the neighbor basically

You: the US government doesn't censor what you can publish essentially

Stranger: That's fair enough, but this is where it starts. Things take time, and if anyone gives in (such as they have in several cases) that builds. In time that becomes the norm, there after what gets censored will not be at the choice of the people but of those who are in power

You: perhaps, although I kind of have faith in the 1st ammendment and the US supreme court

You: we barely have libel laws or defamation laws in the US because of the 1st ammendment

Stranger: I have seen calls to change and amend it. In the uk we have no freedom of speech, people have been arrested for jokes, what's been said on Twitter, etc. There are those who say that it's ok to censor this and that because e they are problematic or it would be good for everyone. But that is how it starts. The US has so much freedom

You: ahh... yeah I feel like it is different in the uk

Stranger: The uk doesn't care for free speech. It's very worrying and there are calls for even more censorship here.

You: mhm that sounds worrisome

Stranger: I guess I project it across to all western countries, and that is something we have seen recently

You: I don't think the US will lose the 1st amendment anytime soon, it's not politically realistiic

Stranger: Look at Amazon censoring books and movies being removed etc, this is how this begins. If it is allowed now, how can we stop it in the future

You: idk the status of free speech in other countries

You: actually this is a very interesting topic

Stranger: The us is one of the only countries that has it

You: do you think freedom of speech should be protected in private spaces?

Stranger: Codified in law that is

You: because technically freedom of speech for us is supposed to be only related to public government relationships

Stranger: I believe it should always be be protected

You: specifically "congress will make no law restricting freedom of speech" (paraphrased)

You: so you believe that private companies should not control what is said on their premises?

You: I mean it's fine if you believe that, it's actually just a bit further than what the current status quo is

Stranger: Yes. They are not above the law. Society may shun them, but they should not become involved. Outright calls for violence are against the law and that should be honoured, outside of that no they should not impose on pthers

You: hmm in the US this is where things get super complicated

You: because conservatives are also the ones who want content restricted/said in their religious schools too

Stranger: I've noticed.. and that has an effect on the rest of the world

You: basically "freedom of religion" and "freedom of speech" being on the same political side here makes things very weird

Stranger: And yeah I am aware of that as well, though the pendulum seems to have swung to the other side now. And it will swing back to the other side again

You: kind of like "My store should have the freedom of religion to deny my patrons of being homosexual in my store" kinda thing

Stranger: Yeah it is hard but there is more to the opposite side than just the one thing

You: it's a weird convoluted thing when both are conservative issues

Stranger: That's a difficult one, but I would say that should be discussed and debated but the highest courts. I cannot say from a legal sense one way or the other, morally I can say that it's hard to decide. I think that everyone should get a choice but I am uncertain

Stranger: By not but*

You: mhm that's fine ^^

You: I just think it's very interesting because most laws here, they govern the relationship between between the government and the people

You: so our freedom of speech laws do not apply to amazon censoring books because they are a private company

Stranger: Which is the difficult thing

Stranger: They are protected by being a private company

Stranger: As it's not just them

You: maybe ^^ we have a free market though, so things that cannot be published on amazon will find an outlet elsewhere

You: provided there is a demand for it

You: that said, it also has some gray area with morality laws

Stranger: That is true but monopoloes make things harder to find

You: kind of like youtube banning pornographic content

Stranger: Yeah I can understand that morally, legally I don't know but I would assume that there is some laws regarding that

You: I mean I'm just used to many various sites having bans of various sorts

Stranger: The uk has some

Stranger: Yeah, but there are protections for them being platforms not publishers

You: I don't think there is any law forcing youtube to ban pornographic content; it's just a branding choice by the company

Stranger: If they are publishers, those protections don't apply

You: like I think they want to be seen as family-friendly

Stranger: Fair enough, would have thought there might be

You: porn sites are not illegal in the US lol

Stranger: Not family friendly, advertisement friendly

You: lol true

Stranger: Sorry I don't know enough to be able to say :) I'm happy to admit that

You: mhm aside from political correctness, I guess I just don't personally see a big problem with censorship in the US

You: although I think I have a different belief than you that I think it's okay for private companies to choose what they want to publish

You: even if the ban content

You: these companies still need to compete

Stranger: Them doing so is fine, but if they wish to be protected as platforms they cannot act as a publisher. I think that's the Crux of their protections

Stranger: It is something that has been going for a while though

Stranger: And I think Trump will have it in his campaign for reelection this year

You: okay ^^

Stranger: But I don't know, he has been interested in censorship and has said he is against it in the past

You: I think people mean different things by censorship

You: but that's just imo

You: there are almost no western countries that experience censorship by their governments

You: so people mean things like censorship at their workplace

You: although imo that's kind of less censorship and more on the political correctness spectrum

Stranger: True. That is very true. But if you don't stop censorship openly, then should it come from government you don't already know you can stand against it

You: but to me, that "political correctness" isn't anything new either; it's as old as time

You: like did we always worry about saying something that would offend our boss?

You: ^^

You: it's always been there

You: I just think people are uncomfortable because bosses have changed in the last few decades

Stranger: It's not just their work place. The new "town square" is has become online. Your freedoms online are not protected despite it being codified in law

Stranger: And you aren't wrong, and coming from China or at least your family, you bring an interesting perspective

You: I feel like in the US we have very little digital legislation

You: the US of is head of hear

You: *there

Stranger: The world needs a digital bill of rights, to protect us all and our data. But we won't get it

You: but I don't think we have anything guaranteeing that speech on the Internet is free by any regard

Stranger: I would argue we do

You: hm? which law?

You: I like most websites have ToS's and rules banning X Y or Z on their site

Stranger: Freedom of speech and expression

You: oh I mean in terms of law

Stranger: That is what I meant, so that we are free to speak and express ourselves. I also believe that our data should be private and cannot be sold and that should be protected. There are other things that I have heard but it's difficult to remember all those that were proposed

You: ahh

You: yeah we don't have those laws right now

Stranger: Today stuff is okay but you are not protected

You: although the EU has some privacy ones that we don't have in the US

Stranger: The EU doesn't care mostly

Stranger: Some laws only protect some information, I'm talking about all of our information

You: ^^

Stranger: Everything we post and do is tracked, monitored and sold

Stranger: We revel in it, "I was talking about cats/dogs and all of a sudden I got adds for cat/dog products"

Stranger: We hear that often

You: yup

Stranger: Also, with regards to our rights and things, who holds these companies accountable?

Stranger: Take google for example

Stranger: They have been caught tampering with the elections

You: well, again, we have basically no laws about this in the US so there is no accountability

Stranger: They openly censor news and opinions

Stranger: They are a monopoly

You: although some europrean countries have lawsuits whatever with them

You: yup they totally are

You: where are anti-trust laws lol?

Stranger: That's what I think Trump will be looking at, I would if I was in his shoes

Stranger: But they were given special protections

Stranger: Those need to be taken away, the large companies need to be broken up but governments are incompetent

Stranger: I don't trust them to do it well

You: mhm it actually reminds me of south korea actually

Stranger: I mean there are a few senators in the states that I think have the moral fortitude to do so, but I don't know

You: countries are loathe to break up companies that they're proud of basically

Stranger: Yep

You: like samsung in south korea lol?

Stranger: They wouldn't break them up

Stranger: It would do serious damage to the economy and blah blah blah

You: their revenue was like 20% of the entire country's gdp

Stranger: Yep it's a difficult argument

Stranger: And I can understand why you wouldnt

Stranger: That 20% could drop to below 1%

You: anyhow it is getting kind of late

You: it was nice talking to you

You: and you should sleep ^^

Stranger: Likewise! :) I needed to move my sleep schedule for a 24 hour race on the weekend anyway, sp thank you for occuping my time and mind :)

You: goodnight!

Stranger: I'm glad to have met another willing to talk, take care my good friend

You have disconnected.

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Hiding. Part 83b (NSFW)

“I needed to come somewhere and it couldn’t be in you and I wasn’t going to make it down your throat so...” He shrugged.

"And now I've got to tidy up your mess."

“Sorry babe.”

She drew the tip of her index finger across her chest before sucking it clean, a pop echoing as she finished.

He watched her and then lent down and kissed her passionately.

She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth.

“I don’t know about you but I feel much more relaxed.” He said pulling away slightly breathless.

She nodded as she attempted to finish cleaning herself up in the tiny sink, somewhat distracted by the way his hand was wandering across her naked bottom.

Charlie loved every inch of her body and was always touching it. Her body was simply amazing, so beautiful!

"We're so busted when we step through that door." She giggled.

“Yep but you know something babe?”

"What's that?" She asked as she ran the small hand towel across her breasts.

“I couldn’t care less.” He chuckled.

"Our house, our rules?"

“Exactly that.”

"Don't let the kids hear that!" She replied as she attempted to tuck her breasts back into her dress.

“Also, our sex life keeps the passion alive in our marriage, wouldn’t you agree?”

"Yes... Oh for fucks sake!" She muttered, getting frustrated with the way her breasts kept bouncing out of her dress despite her best efforts.

“Funny how we’re still just as horny as we were back then.” He gave her a hand with her breasts, helping to put them back in her dress.

"Everyone presumed that once it was all above board and no longer a dirty little secret that we'd lose interest in each other. How wrong they were!" She looked down. "I think I'll be OK so long as I don't breath too deeply!" She giggled.

“I don’t think we’ll ever lose interest in one another.” He laughed gently and pulled her towards him for another passionate kiss.

"They're gunna think you've fallen down the toilet!" She giggled as they parted.

He laughed again, “Ready to face the music, gorgeous?”

He unlocked the door and pulled Duffy out into the hall with him. Walking straight into Megan.

“You two are unbelievable.” Megan shook her head fondly.

Duffy blushed, of all the people to walk into..! At least it wasn't her mother.

“We weren’t doing anything.” Charlie replied with a smirk.

“Hmm, very suspicious sounds were coming from that bathroom. And I wasn’t born yesterday, Charlie Fairhead.”

"Its our house!" Duffy blurted out.

“I hope for both your sakes you were careful.”

"Megan!" Duffy giggled.

“I don’t think your mother and I would cope if you said you were pregnant in a few weeks time.”

“Well Megan if you must know, I....” He burst out laughing, unable to finish his sentence.

Duffy couldn't stop giggling. Though she'd only had a small glass of punch she was feeling its effects.

“And anyway, it wasn’t exactly my fault! Have you seen how gorgeous Duffy is in that outfit? I just had to show her how sexy she is.” Charlie protested.

"Be that as it may, might I suggest you release poor Josh from his predicament?" Megan replied.

“Kate’s still waffling his ears off? Poor bloke.” Charlie headed off in the direction of the kitchen.

“You were safe, weren’t you?” Megan asked Duffy quietly.

"That's my mother you're talking about!" Duffy shouted after her husband's retreating figure. She giggled as she turned back to Megan before seeing that the older woman was deadly serious. "Yes!" She rolled her eyes.

“That’s a relief.” Megan replied, “Have you been to the doctor, discussed contraception options?”

"I have an appointment next week but I really think you're overreacting. I'm going to be 47 in a matter of months." Duffy sighed.

“You and Charlie are clearly very fertile.”

"Why am I getting this lecture and not Charlie?" Duffy pouted petulantly.

“I’m not giving you a lecture, Duffy. I’m just asking if you’ve sorted out contraception.”

"We'll get it sorted." Duffy replied dismissively.

“Thank you.”

As the two women walked back through to the dining room Duffy's eyes landed on Maggie who was attempting to make conversation with a very uninterested looking Charlie. "She really needs to get the hint!" Duffy muttered darkly.

“I understand why you might be jealous of her. But I don’t think you’ve got any reason to worry, pet.”

"She tried to seduce him. It led to me and her having a slight disagreement."

Megan frowned, “She did what? Charlie didn’t take her up on her offer, did he? I’ll give him a clip around the ear if I find out he’s been cheating!”

"He told her to get lost. Then came straight home and told me about it as we've sworn not to have any more secrets from each other."

“Good. I’d be very disappointed with him if he hadn’t had told you.” Megan watched as Maggie placed a friendly hand on Charlie’s arm and lent forward to whisper something into his ear which made Charlie laugh.

Duffy's hands clenched into fists at the sight and she took a step towards them.

Megan placed a hand on Duffy’s arm, “Don’t.”

"You would've thought she'd of learnt her lesson the first time I smacked her but clearly not!"

“You did what?”

“Maggie, you really should stop flirting and trying to seduce me.” Charlie whispered into her ear, “It’s not going to work.”

"I lost my temper." Duffy replied sheepishly.

“I can see why.” Megan’s gaze watched Charlie as he whispered something else into Maggie’s ear and then walked away towards her and Duffy.

Duffy glared at her husband as he approached them.

“Don’t glare at me.” He pouted, his hands around her waist.

"Why were you talking to her?"

“She was talking to me.” He replied, “Do you want to know what she said that made me laugh?”

Duffy nodded reluctantly.

“She asked whether I was thinking of her when we were screwing earlier. I laughed and said she couldn’t have been further from my mind. Only person I was focused on was making my beautiful, gorgeous wife, tremble all over my cock.” He smirked as he nibbled her earlobe. “She didn’t like that. Said I was making a mistake by not taking her up on her offer. I said I don’t shag those that are desperate, it’s not a good look.”

Duffy's mouth fell open at his reply.

“Are you okay, gorgeous?” He asked.

"I just can't believe she..." Duffy giggled as she felt Charlie's hands start to roam.

Megan rolled her eyes and wandered off to get a drink, leaving them to it.

Charlie’s hand cupped Duffy's bottom, “She’s persistent.”

"She needs to take a hint." Duffy replied, turning her head slightly to level a glare at her rival before capturing Charlie's lips with her own.

Charlie chose that moment to slap her arse just as he returned the passionate kiss.

Duffy giggled against his lips, pressing herself flush against him.

Josh nudged Harry who was stood next to Maggie. "They're still worse than teenagers those two." He chuckled.

Harry laughed, “They're in love.”

Charlie’s hand began to wander near her knickers.

"They need to grow up and behave like adults. Their kids can see them." Maggie remarked bitterly.

“There’s nothing wrong with children seeing their parents been affectionate. Beth and I were affectionate all the time and it didn’t do our children any harm.” Harry answered back taking a sip of his drink.

"There's affectionate and then there's that! That's bordering on the pornographic!" Maggie complained.

Harry and Josh chuckled. “I didn’t think pornography was your kind of thing, Maggie!” Josh said.

Whilst the conversation was going on between the three of them, Charlie was planting kisses against Duffy’s shoulder, his lips moving lower.

Maggie shot the men a dirty look as Peter appeared alongside them.

"Can you pass me a beer Josh?" The teen asked.

Josh handed Peter a beer. “Don’t tell your parents.”

"Thanks." Peter took hold of the beer in his hand that also held a lit cigarette. "I think they're too busy to notice!" He chuckled.

Josh laughed, “Very busy indeed.”

Maggie shook her head. It was disgusting being so sexual in front of the children.

Peter caught the look on the older woman's face. "You must be Maggie." He smirked.

“Your father talk about me a lot does he?” She asked.

"Only that he much prefers mum." Peter laughed.

“He clearly doesn’t know what he’s missing with...” Her words were cut off as Duffy squealed loudly as Charlie slapped her arse once more.

“You were saying...?” Peter asked taking a swig of his drink.

"I'd cut your loses now Maggie." Josh suggested.

“I’m going anyway. I’ve had enough of seeing that pornographic display.” Maggie left slamming the door behind her.

Charlie had Duffy pinned against the worktop, sucking against her neck.

Peter laughed as he watched Maggie storm out. "Is it true mum slapped her?" He asked Josh.

“Yes! Have you ever tried to separate two women? Your mum’s feisty!”

"I tend to try and keep out the way when she's on one." Peter glanced over at his parents. "Speaking of which - I'm going out to the garden. I suppose it's nice that at least someone in this house is getting some tonight." He added in a grumpy mutter as he walked off.

Josh and Harry watched Charlie and Duffy for a few minutes before Josh called, “Put her down mate! You’ll do your back in.”

"What exactly are you implying Josh!" Duffy retorted with a glare over Charlie's shoulder.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Josh sighed, “Sorry Duffy.”

Grabbing another cup of punch and a beer the pair came over to join Josh and Harry.

Charlie hit Josh in the ribs with his elbow.

Josh made a big show of rubbing his ribs.

“It didn’t hurt!” Charlie laughed. “I just don’t want her to go on a diet,” He whispered. “I’m really, really in love with her curves.”

The full realisation of the possible impact of his offhand remark caused Josh to stammer, attempting to right his mistake.

“It’s fine mate. Duffy and I won’t hold it against you.” Charlie smiled, trying to reassure his mate.

Duffy was too distracted scanning the room to pay attention to the guys' conversation.

“Look at her Josh. I don’t care about the size of her, I love her regardless. But her tits are amazing. And her hips and her arse and god... She’s gorgeous.” Charlie whispered to Josh, clearly the alcohol was having an effect on him.

"I'll admit she looks bloody good for someone who had a baby a month ago." Josh agreed.

“You best not be eyeing up my bird.” Charlie told him with a chuckle.

"Nah, lovely as she is, she's not my type."

“She gets me so horny.” Charlie replied.

"We've noticed!" Josh snorted, shaking his head. "Nah, it'd be like trying to shag my sister." He grimaced before bursting into laughter.

“I knew from the day I met her, she’d find a way of getting under my skin.” He finished his drink, “Maggie’s determined to get her claws in me, you know.”

"Yeh, what's with that?" Josh asked. "I really don't get what all these women see in you!" He teased.

“She tried to seduce me in the lift at work. I knocked her back.” Charlie sighed sadly.

"Is that why Duffy kicked off last week?"

“You heard what Maggie called her, right?”

Duffy had wandered off and been cornered on the other side of the room by her mum and Megan.

"She was getting nasty, that's why I went and got you. Then it all just seemed to kick off."

“Maggie called her a whore. That’s why Duffy slapped her. Because it brought back all those insecurities about herself.” Charlie rubbed the back of his neck. “It pisses me off.”

"How does Maggie even know about all that? It's ancient history!"

“It’s no secret that Duffy was my mistress, is it?” Charlie poured himself a large whiskey, “I don’t regret it, Josh. I know I’m supposed to but I don’t.”

"You've been married for years now. Yes things were a bit messy to start off with but that's all in the past and you should be allowed to put it behind you." Josh shrugged.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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seven-oomen · 4 years

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First, I hope you’re enjoying your game. One of my friends posted about how she’d just gotten her copy of it, and her husband’s response was basically “so, I’ll just bring you food occasionally and see you in a few days?" Also, I hope you’re feeling better. And man you are KILLING ME with these previews. Oh god, Peter, what are you planning now? How bad is this gonna hurt and for how long? (Don’t answer that, I’m afraid to know. XD )

I think all those Hogwarts Houses are excellent choices. I always think it’s fun to see how people sort various characters, because I rarely have any that I feel are firmly one House (maybe it’s because I’m a proud HuffleClaw, myself, doomed to waffle between Houses every time I take a quiz or read an analysis on the subject.) Side not - can you imagine the furor that would have occurred about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor hooking up in Fourth Year (I think?), and then pulling an innocent little Hufflepuff transfer under their spell? Would any of them have played Quidditch? (Peter I feel definitely played, though I can’t decide what position. Undecided on the other two.)

Poor Peter, having to behave himself. Although debatably as long as he kept the fangs put away it wouldn’t necessarily be a risk, though I can see him being worried anyway. That’s why he needs to find someone to spin his fur into yarn he can then make them scarves/gloves/sweaters/etc with. And why he’s so into the clothes sharing. Anything to get his scent on them as thoroughly as possible.

And I am so here for PTA Dad Peter. Helping out at school functions so he can keep an eye on the younger kids. Building new, supportive relationships with his older kids, helping them with college applications and essays, making up lists of stuff they’ll need for dorm rooms, finding apartments if any are going to the same or nearby schools and can share, making sure they all have pictures and mementos to help combat homesickness. And now I’m thinking about the memory quilt again. Goddammit I don’t want to make myself cry. Again. "Imagine Peter hearing their heartbeats for the first time." Oh nevermind, I see you’ll do it for me. Ugh, my feels. Peter shifting to his wolf form and curling protectively around them all the time, head pressed up to their abdomen so that he can listen and scent at maximum effectiveness. Them just gently stroking through his fur until one or both fall asleep. (Also, how quickly do the other wolves in the family pick up on the changes in scent? How do they react? How do the older kids react to the idea of more siblings in general?)

And you know that whichever one wasn’t the one pregnant at the time would be super protective at the time, then turn around and insist they were fine and that the others were worrying unnecessarily when they were the one pregnant. (Also, glad your brother was okay!) I also like that it apparently took them nearly 20 years to learn about planning for this sort of thing. I know you’ve mentioned Peter and Chris being the ones that do the stupid thing next chapter (or something to that effect), but really I feel the biggest moment of "what the hell, guys?” is Noah getting knocked up just two months after Chris. It’s like, you guys had a huge, in your face, live example of why protection is important, and yet… I’m also just going to assume that they have at least a king size bed to accommodate that many people, even if many of them are tiny people, and none of them mind piling. That’s still a lot of bodies cramming into one bed. (That much room would also come in very handy for…other reasons, which is why I feel certain Peter would insist upon it.)

Also, omg, I was not expecting to be attacked by those pictures like that. Tag your porn, dude XD . But really, can you imagine the poor, unsuspecting college friends their kids bring home for visits getting a triple barrel of that with no warning? Like they’ve just seen the goofy, weird pics that they have on their phone/on their walls. They were not prepared for the sheer DILF power of that household live and in person. But then, is anyone, really?

Loving all the names. I actually know a guy named John who has a son named Jackson, so that one was particularly amusing to me. I also noticed that none of the kids have been named after anyone in Noah’s family, at least so far. And don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting to have those spoiled yet, though I’m happy to know you liked some of my suggestions :D . Now if I could just remember which all ones I went with… Didn’t really think to put it in anywhere, but for some reason I’ve always liked Alexander as a middle name for Peter, though I remain undecided on the other two.

And yes, loving the idea of more family cosplay. Oh god, they would never get ANYWHERE at a con because they’d be getting stopped every 3 feet for pictures. For Star Trek, I feel like they’d do groupings from assorted series and versions. Chris, Peter, and Noah are totally OS Spock, Kirk, and Bones (Peter with strategically torn shirt, of course). I think Melissa would be their Uhura, and Natalie would be Yeoman Rand (she wants to see if she can fake the hairstyle), because I dare anyone to tell them they can’t pull off dresses that short. Since he has sword training from his hunter background, Melissa makes Julio be their Sulu. Boyd, Derek, and Jordan would be Picard, Riker, and Data (Derek would totally figure out how to do that weird way Riker sits down, too.) After much debate, I feel Stiles would be Kirk from the recent films (NuTrek, or whatever they call it), Jackson would be Spock, and Malia would be Bones. I think Lydia would make an excellent Uhura for them, as well. Scott would be Scotty because he can remember to answer to it, and it gives him an excuse to do a TERRIBLE fake accent. I’m leaning towards Isaac for their Chekov, but beyond that can’t think what to do with everybody else, I’m not familiar enough with the different tv shows.

Marvel we’ve talked about some. DC I have a few random ideas. I always thought it would be funny to see Peter, Derek, Jackson, and Liam do the assorted Robins. While I feel Peter is DEFINITELY more of a Jason personality wise, I think he’d be far more comfortable in Dick’s costume that Derek would be, and if Derek was Jason the heights would line up better. Jackson would be Tim, and Liam would be Damian (because who else would play DC’s tiny and angry than TW’s tiny and angry?) Also, don’t overlook the fun and variety of villains DC offers. The last group costume I did was a cross between Bill & Ted and assorted Bat-villains. We called it Bruce & Dick’s Excellent Adventure, and even photoshopped a sign to carry to help people get it. Among our line-up was Cleo-Catra, Ivybeth the First, The Poison Queen, Harley Antoinette, Joker Napoleon, Freud Nygma, and Bane-thoven. (I really need to do something with the various pieces of my costume someday.) I know there are several girls in the Bat-fam now, too, depending on who all wants to be a part of it, or if they want to skew more Justice League/Teen Titans/Young Justice.

Oh man, Disney. So many options. I feel like Lydia and Allison as Ariel and Prince Eric is a given. I also like the idea of Kira and Malia as Belle and the Beast, partially because of Malia’s issues about having to hide her nature, and also because I think she could absolutely rock that suit. Ben could join them as Chip. (Stiles would actually make an excellent Belle, but I feel that might just get weird.) I can see Danny helping Erica rig up a Sleeping Beauty dress with strands of LEDs that keep shifting from pink to blue to green so the dress keeps appearing to change color (it’s a massive hit.) I don’t know why, but I really want Stiles and Jackson as Elsa and Anna for some reason. Scott can join them as either Kristoff or Olaf, depending on the mood he’s in. Can’t quite decide for the other pack kids. Since the theme is nominally just fairy tales, I think the dads could just opt for a classier, fancier version of their Red Riding Hood looks. Maybe go for a steampunk edge or something (I would have included links here, but Google was not my friend today and I couldn’t find quite what I wanted.) Rich velvets and wools in vivid scarlet and forest-y greens, black and deep brown leather and suede, lots of polished buttons and buckles, loose cotton shirts unlaced at the throat. Mmm, yes. And Peter could have one of those super fancy Victorian type nightgowns with the long sleeves and high necks made out of super soft and fine materials. Instead of getting some kind of mask to wear, he’d just do his partial/beta/whatever you want to call it shift and let them add extra fur on with makeup to blend it in. Everyone just thinks it’s amazing effects work. He does opt for some cute wolf paw slippers since cons tend to get snotty about people going around barefoot. (Applying and removing the fur is also how they learn his ears are particularly…sensitive…to a delicate touch in that form.)

Lord of the Rings. Yes. Like, I can’t figure out who or any real details right now but. Just. Yes.

I feel like some years they enter the costume contest and some they don’t, just depending on their moods. (They totally take the Jurassic Park group to a con and people adore it. It makes for great skits.)

Random bonus thought for the day concerns dancing. I was thinking about the whole drag queen thing, and whether Jungle was around in the 90s, and it sort of segued into what types of dancers they are. I feel like Peter is a very good dancer. Not quite competition level, maybe, but very skilled, nonetheless. Like Malia, he’s just very comfortable in himself, in all forms, which helps with spatial and bodily awareness, in addition to his natural grace and balance. I also feel he’s the most likely to have taken, like, ballroom lessons or similar as a kid, maybe at a parent or grandparent’s insistence. With Noah I keep thinking about the various videos I’ve seen of Dylan dancing both outside of TW and as Stiles, and I feel his dad would have a very similar style of awkward disaster from the chest up, undulations worthy of a harem girl from the waist down (those Stilinski boys tend to leave a lot of confused boners in their wake.) In Noah’s case, settling into his frame after that last growth spurt and learning self-defense/martial arts helped smooth most of the awkward out, but it resurfaces every so often. Chris I think would be the least likely to dance, just because I feel his background would make him very self-conscious about it, whether he wants to feel that way or not. He’ll dance if it’s just the three of them or just family, or for a slow dance, but that’s normally it. However, if he’s drunk enough, or if Noah or Peter have dragged him into a dark corner to makeout for a while and gotten him all distracted and relaxed, he can be pursued out onto the floor to show off some actually pretty sweet moves once he lets go.

Anyway, gonna try and wrap this up, because I just realized it’s way later than I realized, and I should try and get some sleep at some point. Enjoy your game, I hope it’s epic!

When this little paragraph made me realize I had a gaping plot hole in this chapter and I got to go back to fix it. My god my friend, you are a lifesaver!

I also like that it apparently took them nearly 20 years to learn about planning for this sort of thing. I know you’ve mentioned Peter and Chris being the ones that do the stupid thing next chapter (or something to that effect), but really I feel the biggest moment of "what the hell, guys?” is Noah getting knocked up just two months after Chris. It’s like, you guys had a huge, in your face, live example of why protection is important, and yet…

Because oh yeah I wanted to make it canon that wolves can detect a heartbeat of the embryo at 4-5 weeks. Which is about a week after the heart starts beating. And oh yeah, Chris is two months along by the time Noah gets pregnant... shit. I wrote something else in that flashback.

And now I got to fix that, so cheers!

I also finished writing my chapter today! Yay! All glorious 13K of it. And I’ll be editing and posting tomorrow (or technically later today as it is past midnight.) Oh, I’m so excited, I’m so excited to see what you think!

As for the game, my god it is awesome!!! I played a few hours today but my heart raced so much I had to pause after two hours because I was getting dizzy because of my heart. But it’s a great game so far, very accessible and it just draws me in completely. It’s so good.

Definitely what I needed after my day at work.

hehehe I’m happy to see my previews and writing and getting emotions, it sounds so bad, but that makes me smile because it’s getting the desired response and that’s awesome.

“Cue Lego Movie music”

can you imagine the furor that would have occurred about a Slytherin and a Gryffindor hooking up in Fourth Year (I think?), and then pulling an innocent little Hufflepuff transfer under their spell? Would any of them have played Quidditch? (Peter I feel definitely played, though I can’t decide what position. Undecided on the other two.)

I think Peter would’ve been a chaser or beater, somehow those seem to fit him well. Noah played but he was a keeper. (which would be funny if Peter was a chaser since they would get to battle lover’s disputes on the quidditch pitch) Chris I feel wouldn’t play quidditch, he’s too busy trying to keep track of his studies and really just likes to watch the sport but not participate. I think he’d be more into care of magical creatures and defends against the dark arts than any kind of sport. Though he does join and excel at the dueling club.

And the scandal of Peter and Noah dating from fourth year on would be massive, people can barely wrap their heads around it. But they’re happy and they’re just doing their own thing. And they don’t pay attention to anyone else but what they think and what Chris thinks of them.

Peter shifting to his wolf form and curling protectively around them all the time, head pressed up to their abdomen so that he can listen and scent at maximum effectiveness. Them just gently stroking through his fur until one or both fall asleep. (Also, how quickly do the other wolves in the family pick up on the changes in scent? How do they react? How do the older kids react to the idea of more siblings in general?)

<3 <3 it’s honestly an adorable image. The twins are very active when dad’s curled up around them, knowing just where to kick so Peter’s wakes up by a foot to the face. Though he doesn’t mind and just nudges back gently, letting out a low grumbling noise or whine that he knows the babies can hear in utero. As for how quickly, it depends on whether or not they smelled it before. Jackson, Ben, or Scott wouldn’t pick up on it. They weren’t wolves around pregnancies before. Malia and Derek catch on quickly though. They start noticing the scent change at around 5-6 weeks and hear the little heartbeats of the new family members.

Malia is moderately excited, she’s a little worried about her dad and how he will handle pregnancy at his age. (Although he’s like 35 when he gets pregnant, that counts as a geriatric pregnancy, dad... I’m worried.)

Stiles just flips between the two of extreme worry where he read up on pre-eclampsia and other pregnancy complications and birth complications and omg what if that happens. But he’s also so so excited because omg he’s finally gonna be an older brother!!

(He knows he’s Ben’s older brother, and he adores the tyke, but it’s different when you have a pregnancy close instead of a five-year-old sibling from one day to another.)

Jackson is pouty and a bit grumpy. He feels like he’s losing baby status in the family more and more and he doesn’t know how to deal. (Ben was a bit difficult to get used to for him but Chris handled it well by setting time aside for his baby Jackson. It helped. But now he’s a teen and there’s going to be two more babies and he’s- he doesn’t know how to feel. When Chris breaks the news he wants to have another baby he’s even more torn but he does come around, deciding that he will always be the baby of the family, even when he’s not.

It’s a good compromise. And the three parents set some time for each of their kids so everyone gets attention.

Allison handles it the best out of the teens, she’s very excited for all of them and immediately to volunteers helping with decorating the new nursery. She paints a few awesome looking murals of Winnie the Pooh or Bambi or some other cutesy Disney animals (Or maybe even a space/star wars or a fairy tale ala Fables theme?) and just goes all out. She also convinces Malia to quilt a blanket for the new baby and helps her knit a few cute hats. She’s just extremely excited and happy.

Ben is very happy too, he’s finally not the youngest anymore and he’s happy to be an older brother. He also finds it fascinating to learn how pregnancy works and how those babies got in there in the first place. They let him tell them how it works and explain some basic details, sperm, egg, you need both to have a baby and the baby grows in pops and papa’s belly. But they leave out any details that Ben doesn’t figure out or doesn’t ask about to keep it more age-appropriate for him.

Though Ben’s smart and he figures out a lot on his own. Noah and Peter are honestly impressed by Ben’s deductive skills. They knew Jackson and Stiles had them, but they hadn’t expected Ben to show them too. He’s a quiet observer.

They were not prepared for the sheer DILF power of that household live and in person. But then, is anyone, really?

Honestly, I don’t think anyone is. Nobody can resist the sheer DILF power.

Since the theme is nominally just fairy tales, I think the dads could just opt for a classier, fancier version of their Red Riding Hood looks. Maybe go for a steampunk edge or something (I would have included links here, but Google was not my friend today and I couldn’t find quite what I wanted.) Rich velvets and wools in vivid scarlet and forest-y greens, black and deep brown leather and suede, lots of polished buttons and buckles, loose cotton shirts unlaced at the throat. Mmm, yes. And Peter could have one of those super fancy Victorian type nightgowns with the long sleeves and high necks made out of super soft and fine materials. Instead of getting some kind of mask to wear, he’d just do his partial/beta/whatever you want to call it shift and let them add extra fur on with makeup to blend it in. Everyone just thinks it’s amazing effects work. He does opt for some cute wolf paw slippers since cons tend to get snotty about people going around barefoot. (Applying and removing the fur is also how they learn his ears are particularly…sensitive…to a delicate touch in that form.)

I- this whole thing? yes. Headcanon accepted because it is that good. I can literally just see them going in steampunk hunter, red riding hood and the wolf. thank you for putting that image in my mind XD

I feel like Peter is a very good dancer. Not quite competition level, maybe, but very skilled, nonetheless. Like Malia, he’s just very comfortable in himself, in all forms, which helps with spatial and bodily awareness, in addition to his natural grace and balance. I also feel he’s the most likely to have taken, like, ballroom lessons or similar as a kid, maybe at a parent or grandparent’s insistence. With Noah I keep thinking about the various videos I’ve seen of Dylan dancing both outside of TW and as Stiles, and I feel his dad would have a very similar style of awkward disaster from the chest up, undulations worthy of a harem girl from the waist down (those Stilinski boys tend to leave a lot of confused boners in their wake.) In Noah’s case, settling into his frame after that last growth spurt and learning self-defense/martial arts helped smooth most of the awkward out, but it resurfaces every so often. Chris I think would be the least likely to dance, just because I feel his background would make him very self-conscious about it, whether he wants to feel that way or not. He’ll dance if it’s just the three of them or just family, or for a slow dance, but that’s normally it. However, if he’s drunk enough, or if Noah or Peter have dragged him into a dark corner to makeout for a while and gotten him all distracted and relaxed, he can be pursued out onto the floor to show off some actually pretty sweet moves once he lets go.

Malia definitely inherited Peter’s dancing skills, I like to think Jackson did as well. Those three are the best dancers in the family. They just move with natural ease.

Allison is a decent dancer, her gymnastics training really helps but she’s not as fluent as her brother, sister, or dad.

I feel like Noah and Stiles have awkward flailing down to a T but every once in awhile there’s a hip movement worthy of a fucking professional dancer and it’s very confusing. But yeah, totally agree with that assessment of them.

Chris isn’t much of a dancer and neither is Ben. Both of them are very self-conscious. Chris gets better when he’s drunk because he let’s go of insecurity but even then it’s not great. He just doesn’t dance, it’s not his thing. Although he was a very good grinding and hip rotation move. He’s also pretty good at jump style once he lets himself go and just turns his mind off. but the rhythmic jumping just feels natural to him. He also likes to slow dance since he can just bury his face in Noah’s shoulder or nuzzle Peter’s cheek and just forget about everything else.

Also, I like to think they all love to sing. Chris’s voice is best suited for country I feel like. Noah’s more for singer-songwriter. And Peter just loves singing pop songs and he knows how to hit some high notes.

And now I am going to bed because It’s almost three am XD And I need some sleeps. Thankfully I have the day off this sunday.

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raendown · 5 years

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 5360 Rated: E Summary: Tobirama takes care of Madara's kinks and Madara indulges Tobirama's. A little give and take is only fair in any relationship.

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Even after several years Tobirama still sometimes found it hard to believe that he associated the words ‘going home’ with the sights and sounds of the Uchiha district. Hearing the old lady that lived next door singing through the open window as she started dinner, seeing children playing in the nearby park, nothing worked better to help put him in a calm mood after long days of signing superfluous forms that were bureaucratically necessary yet practically useless.

The only thing that could possibly put him in a better mood would be times like now when he came home to find Madara’s chakra burning quietly inside like a beacon of welcome. Tobirama’s lips parted in a wide smile after checking to make sure no one around was watching him at the moment. What excellent luck. His husband wasn’t supposed to be due back from his trip to Kirigakure for another week.

Not sure whether he was going to find a happy-to-be-home Madara or an exhausted-and-grumpy-from-his-trip Madara but not particularly caring either way, Tobirama threw open the front door of their home and kicked his shoes off with very little care then set a course straight for the source of that beloved chakra. He found his husband in their bedroom standing in front of a mirror hanging on the back of the closet door. No shirt in sight, towel around his waist but long hair still dry, clearly the first thing he planned to do upon arriving home was bathe. Tobirama very much approved.

And just as clearly this was not a relaxed and happy to be home Madara, currently swearing at his own hair brush as he was. Or perhaps it was the hair he was swearing at.

“Fucking useless rat’s nest! Messy bush! Work with me here!” His brush caught on another tangle and he winced before releasing a fresh wave of curse words that would have made a sailor blush. Tobirama bit his tongue to keep the laughter in and cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out what was off about the picture before him.

It took a minute or so to realize that Madara’s hair, already big at the best of times, was somehow even more voluminous than usual. He made it only one step closer before his lover spotted him in the mirror but by then Tobirama was close enough to see what the problem was: kinks. As though it had been separated in to a million different tiny braids, Madara’s hair was thick with tight little kinks. It looked like he’d gotten a perm while he was away except Tobirama was well aware that there were very few people the man allowed to get near his hair.

“Having difficulties, love?” He’d brought a few papers home with him to work on since he’d expected to spend his evening alone but now he set them aside without another thought, approaching his husband instead and not bothering with a proper greeting.

“Whoever invented humidity can just…just…die!” Clearly greetings were beyond Madara at the moment, annoyed as the man was. He yanked on his brush one more time and then abandoned it to hang where it had gotten stuck.

“I don’t suppose you’d like some help?” Tobirama offered. He laughed at the puppy eyes that watched him sadly in the mirror. “I’ll take that as a yes. Come over here, then.”

Madara docilely allowed himself to be led over to sit on the end of their bed where Tobirama settled behind him and began to slowly work the brush free of the hair tangled around its bristles. It was hardly the first time he’d had to play emergency hairdresser, though he couldn’t remember a time when he’d seen anything quite like this, coarse black locks twisted and crimped almost beyond recognition until Madara’s head was nearly twice the size it should have been. Upon closer inspection he revisited the idea of multiple tiny braids. He couldn’t think of anything else that would cause this, no matter how much his partner grumbled about humidity. Perhaps the poor idiot had thought braids would control the mess when he got in to a humid area and his hair began to expand around him.

Eventually, as he’d known it would, the gentle touch of familiar hands helped Madara relax enough that he began a quiet recounting of his journey, all the useless little details he would never think to add in the official report. He told Tobirama about the family of rabbits he’d seen making their way through the undergrowth and the lake he’d found perfectly surrounded by pine trees.

“It looked just like a painting,” he murmured as Tobirama finally worked the brush free. “Or at least it looked like something that someone might paint. I don’t know. You’ve always had a better eye for that sort of stuff than me.”

“That does sound lovely. If I might interrupt for a moment, however, I have a question.”

“Oh?” Madara peered warily over one shoulder. He was right to be suspicious and he clearly realized this as soon as he spotted the amused twinkle in Tobirama’s eye.

“If you were going to bathe anyway then why were you trying to brush your hair first? Would it not have been easier to do this after? I did buy you that special conditioner for a reason.” As much as he loved his partner, there was nothing more satisfying in the world than watching Madara splutter indignantly because he’d caught the man doing something ridiculous. Even more fun was knowing that Madara had probably realized halfway through that he was making things more difficult for himself but was simply too stubborn to give up on his chosen course of action.

Patting him on the shoulder, Tobirama hummed as though the spluttering had contained some kind of well-phrased opinion. “I see. Well, now that we’ve tried things your way – and now that I’ve saved your hairbrush from certain doom – what about we try things my way? If you ask very nicely I might wash your hair for you.”

Madara froze. Of the few people allowed near his precious locks, Tobirama was the only one who knew how very much he enjoyed having it played with, how he liked to be pampered. His offer made it a battle between how stubborn the man was feeling and how badly he wanted to have Tobirama wash his hair for him. While he waited Tobirama hefted the brush towards their shared dresser and leaned forward to press himself against Madara’s back, hoping to subtly point out a few other benefits of bathing together.

It seemed his husband got the point. His muscles stiffened with surprise before relaxing back in to the hold, though he did make a point of grumbling under his breath just so it wouldn’t look like he was giving in so easily.

Both of them scrambled off the bed and Madara made a show of stomping ahead to their master bathroom. Tobirama didn’t mind so much. Walking behind gave him a chance to admire that massive cloud of hair one more time before it got washed away. Hopefully he would be able to get the story behind that hilarious mess because he was definitely going to be sharing this memory with Izuna later. Falling in love did not mean he had in any way given up the rights to make fun of Madara behind his back.

While his husband headed to the closet to pull out fresh towels Tobirama got the hot water running, letting the bathtub fill up as he got undressed. The nights he spent alone, whether because of missions or some sort of fiasco at the office, Tobirama usually enjoyed traditional bathing habits. Soaking his body twice was a pleasure he hadn’t been able to enjoy when he lived in the same house as his brother unless he wanted to risk having the idiot crawl in to the tub with him. No matter how old he got Hashirama refused to learn boundaries. On the days when Madara was home, however, they usually preferred to bathe together and that meant bending to his partner’s habit of cutting the time spent bathing in half by washing first and soaking once.

That wasn’t to say there weren’t any advantages to Madara’s method. At least this way there was less time to wait before Tobirama was treated to the sight of that gorgeous body covered in suds, hands sliding obscenely over his own skin like one of the private fantasies Tobirama would never dare to voice out loud. Waiting for the tub to fill up so he could place a cover over the water to keep it warm was difficult when he could see the treat waiting for him across the room.

Finally Tobirama was able to stand up and slip across the bathroom floor to fit himself up against Madara’s back, closing his eyes against the spray of water from the showerhead and using his hands to trace the muscles he already knew by heart. Madara paused in his washing routine to lean in to the touches with a low groan.

“You said you’d wash my hair,” he mumbled petulantly.

“And I will. Can you blame me for wanting to greet my husband properly first?” Keeping his eyes closed, he tilted his head to press a line of kisses across one shoulder and brought a hand up to massage the opposite one, drawing out a moan of pleasure.

“God that feels good. Fuck your kisses, where’s the other hand? I’ve been tense for a week.”

Tobirama waffled indecisively for a moment, unsure if he wanted to take offense to that or not. In the end he decided that starting a fight in the shower would deprive him of holding a naked Madara close in the tub and they had already been apart for too long. He could start all the fights he wanted tomorrow. Right now he was more interested in the way Madara physically melted and had to prop himself up against the wall when Tobirama brought his other hand in to play as requested, massaging sore muscles, digging his thumbs in to every knot he could find until his husband was little more than putty in his hands.

When it finally stopped Madara was so relaxed he couldn’t even bring himself to protest. All he could do was stand very still and close his eyes as Tobirama reached for the shampoo bottle, pouring out a small amount in one hand to get his own hair out of the way first. Once that was done he ran a bar of soap around his body once, only giving a proper amount of attention to under his arms and between his legs.

After his own body had been taken care of he was free to reach for the shampoo again and gently shuffle Madara out from underneath the spray. He started at the bottom of that incredible mass of hair, lathering the shampoo in and making sure to work it all the way through before moving slowly upwards until finally he was scraping his nails along Madara’s scalp and smirking at the sounds he was drawing out. The whine when he stopped to reach up for the water almost made him chuckle out loud but he managed to control himself, not wanting to break the moment. He mumbled out a warning before pulling the shower head down and using his other hand to help rinse the suds away.

Then it was time for the conditioner. Very expensive and delicately scented, Tobirama came across it in Uzushio where it was considered traditional to cut one’s hair only after being defeated in battle. Considering their renowned sealing skills, it was unsurprising that most people there sported very long hair, nor that they were careful to maintain it. Although it cost a great deal of money to have so much conditioner imported from so far away it was definitely worth it. Tobirama could already feel the difference by the time he had worked it through half of Madara’s incorrigible mane.

He could also feel interest stirring in his lower region no matter how hard he tried to tell himself just to wait a little longer. Nothing was going to happen while his fingers were busy detangling the mess in front of him. Still, his body wasn’t interested in excuses. By the time he was once again dragging his fingernails along Madara’s scalp he was hard as a rock from standing so close and yet so far from all that wet naked skin and listening to the soft shameless moans as Madara enjoyed his turn being pampered.

Tobirama held back while he rinsed all the conditioner out but controlling himself was a lot more difficult when Madara finally turned around to face him, his eyes drooping and glassy, reaching up to pull him in for a kiss. Their bodies pressed together and Tobirama twitched, muffling the noise that tried to slip out at the unintentional friction. Whether it was his reaction or the fact that something hard was poking him in the belly Madara finally seemed to clue in that the mood in the room had shifted. The lazy pleasure in his expression stayed but the fog cleared from his eyes as he slowly tilted his head down to glance between them.

“I assume that’s for me,” he said. Tobirama paused.

“Well it certainly isn’t for anyone else.”

“That sounded really stupid, didn’t it?” Madara asked. Instead of agreeing Tobirama pulled him in for another kiss, drawing it out until they were both reluctant to part.

After clearing his throat roughly he managed to say, “I can ignore it if you’re tired from your trip.”

Madara snorted as if the very suggestion that he was too tired for sex was an insult. With his eyes still locked on the prize standing at attention between them he brought his hands up to trace the shapes of Tobirama’s biceps, shuffling the both of them backwards until his back was up against the wall and Tobirama stood directly underneath the spray of water.

“Have I ever left you wanting?” If he wasn’t already hard the confidence in his partner’s tone would have had Tobirama rising at lightning speed.

“Not yet,” he agreed. “Does this mean…”

“That I’m finally giving in? Yes.”

“Have I told you yet today that I love you? Because I do.”

Blinding reaching out for the soap, Madara rolled his eyes. “No, you love that I keeping indulging you in all your weird little fantasies. I just don’t get what the draw is for shower sex.”

Tobirama paused, stepped back, and deliberately ran his gaze up the length of Madara’s naked body. When he reach the man’s eyes again he smirked at the blush his attentions had earned him. It was always nice to be able to make his point without even having to say a word.

Not wanting to stay separated for long in case Madara changed his mind, he was quick to close the distance between them again. The two of them had been together for enough years that he knew exactly what to do to get his partner in to the mood as well. All it took was a suggestive smile and both hands tracing down the man’s sides to then slip around and take a firm grip on that magnificent ass. Nothing got Madara in the mood faster than having his ass grabbed; the man called him kinky but Tobirama wasn’t the one who got hard in the office after one pat to the bottom.

It did work to his advantage right now though so he refrained from any teasing as Madara pulled him down for a slow kiss. Yearning for a little friction to take the edge off, Tobirama rotated his hips in lazy circles to grind himself up against the other man’s belly. Under the sweet torture of wandering hands groping a muscle here or pinching a nipple there Madara was quick to harden as well and Tobirama was quicker to grin with satisfaction.

Gathering the strength to stop was hard but eventually he managed, slipping the bar of soap out from Madara’s now lax grip and slowly lowering himself to his knees at the same time. His tongue tasted nothing but clean skin and water when he leaned in to encourage his partner’s legs apart with kisses and gentle nips. Thick fingers braced themselves with a tight grip on his hair but Tobirama ignored them, rolling the bar of soap back and forth until he had a palm full of suds then reaching up to trace the seam of Madara’s ass. Now probably wasn’t the time to mention it but later he was definitely going to smugly ask how his partner had known that their soap was safe for such activities when he was usually such a stickler for using proper lubrication.

The first finger slid in easily, drawing out a soft noise. When their position made it difficult for Tobirama to push in as deeply as he should have been able to Madara lifted one leg to drape over his shoulder without being asked. The new stance left him much more open and his soft noises became open groans of appreciation when Tobirama added a second finger and curled them both in search of Madara’s prostate.

Watching one of the strongest men in several generations grind down in to the pleasure he was giving never failed to make Tobirama feel powerful, like he could bring the world itself down to its knees with just a few careful touches. Perhaps it was lucky for the rest of the world that he was only interested in ducking his head to lap at the hard length bobbing in time with the rocking of Madara’s hips. Salt teased his tongue as he drew the head in to his mouth, pre-come already gathering, a welcome little treat as he began to slide forward and back in time with the fingers sliding in and out of Madara’s entrance. It only seemed polite for him to reward Madara for finally indulging him in a fantasy he’d been rejecting for so long.

After another couple minutes of teasing Tobirama reached down with his free hand to lather the soap again, removing his other hand to transfer it over and then slowly entering Madara’s hole with three fingers this time. He waited for the shudder that indicated his partner was feeling the stretch to open his jaw a little wider and take as much cock in to his mouth as he could. If he could have smirked around all that hard flesh he would have when Madara’s knee nearly buckled under the dual stimulation.

“Damn it,” he cursed. “Fu- aaahh fuck! Hurry up! You always – nngg! – take so much time with this!” With his head thrown back Madara’s words almost seemed to be addressed to the ceiling. It would hardly be the first time he yelled aimlessly at the gods.

Tobirama hallowed his cheeks with suction as he slowly pulled away, letting the cock fall from his lips and watching as it bobbed back up at full attention.

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he purred.

“You won’t! Just – guhn. Get up here and get in me.” Madara’s hand clenched in his hair and Tobirama bit his lip.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He slid the twitching leg off his shoulder and stood up with the soap in one hand, the other held under the shower spray to gather a bit of water so he could work up a lather one more time. Once he had enough bubbles on his hand he set the soap aside and reached down between his own legs to coat his neglected erection with lather.

Once again moving without being asked to, Madara turned to face the wall as soon as he had both legs underneath himself, bracing against the tile with both hands and letting his head hang down. Tobirama stepped up close behind him and dropped his forehead against the back of his partner’s head, breathing in the comforting smell of his freshly cleaned hair. Then he lined himself up and pressed teasingly against the eager entrance waiting for him but not slipping inside just yet. Madara snarled and bucked, trying without words to get him to hurry up.

“Patience, love,” he said quietly.

Shifting his weight a little, he pressed forward again with gentle rolls of his hips until finally the head slipped in and both of them sighed with a gentle sort of relief, happy to be together like this again after so long apart. For a few seconds Tobirama kept still just to enjoy the feeling of being inside his husband but it didn’t last long. Soon he was pulling out and tilting his head back to feel the shower water on his face as he pushed forward to fill Madara once again.

Though he hadn’t exactly had a multitude of partners before they got together, Tobirama could say with confidence that there was no other feeling he had ever experienced quite like being buried deep within the man he held in his arms at that moment, bare skin pressed flush together while he worked himself in and out of that tight passage gripped him like a vice. Maybe it was the fact that there would always be genuine emotions between the two of them even when they acted little better than animals rutting together in heat. Or maybe Madara was just the best fuck he’d ever had. Whichever one it was, Tobirama was hardly surprised to find himself drunk on the feeling after less than a minute, bending his neck to catch an unsuspecting ear between his teeth.

Feeling the spray cascading over his skin in waves as he rocked back and forth only added to the incredible sensations blotting out the rest of the world. Shower sex was every bit as amazing as he’d always thought it would be, even if he did have to reach over and grab the soap again a couple of minutes later when he realized he was running out of suds to act as lubrication. Really they shouldn’t be using soap, he should have been smart enough to grab the actual lube just to be safe, but Madara had yet to complain of any unwanted drag and there was no way he was stopping now.

Promising himself that he would never be so irresponsible again, knowing that he probably would anyway, Tobirama nibbled his way down an arched neck and latched on the top of Madara’s shoulder to suck a light hickey on to pale skin.

“God, fuck, I need–” Madara whined low in his throat and then finally choked out, “Deeper?”

“Can you spread your legs for me a little more? Like that, yeah.” Tobirama’s eyes rolled back in his head as he slid just that one half inch deeper and felt Madara contract around him.

“Ah! Yes! Ri-right there!” More helpless pleas tried to slip out but Madara bit his lip, muffling them until the syllables built up behind his teeth and spilled out as helpless moans each time the new angle allowed Tobirama to impact his prostate dead on.

Damp skin making lewd noises with every meeting of their hips, water spraying out in all directions with his erratic movements, Tobirama distantly thought that it was ironic they should have their messiest sex here in the bathroom where they were meant to be cleaning themselves. His rhythm sped up just slightly when he felt that telltale gathering of tension and realized he was fast approaching orgasm. And if he was close then Madara definitely had to be after being the only one to benefit from a little foreplay.

Unclenching his fingers from the hips in his grasp was difficult. Tobirama had always been a fan of Madara’s hips and it was one of his favorite simple pleasures to hold them between his hands to guide his own thrusts. He managed only because he loved his partner and he knew just how much of a kink Madara had for being fucked through his orgasm. The heavy shudder he got for his troubles when he reached down in front of the other man to take Madara’s cock in hand was reward enough on its own for sacrificing his own small desires.

Both of them gasped in time with the fist stroking gently along Madara’s length, a perfect counterpoint to the way his hips couldn’t seem to remember their rhythm anymore. Tobirama pressed himself closer to the body in front of him until they were both pushing in to the wall, barely enough space left for his hand to desperately chase the end he could already feel coming.

Madara felt over the edge first, crying out once and writhing under the body pining him to the shower wall. His muscles clenched and his jaw fell open once again to let slip a litany of curse words liberally sprinkled with mewls and whines, softly begging Tobirama not to stop yet.

He got his wish for maybe a dozen more thrusts until Tobirama’s own pleasure crested and he went still with one final snap of his hips, burying himself as deep as he could to ride out the wave. It wasn’t until his eyes fluttered open after several minutes that he realized his limbs were all trembling as though he’d been training for the whole day without rest. Tobirama smiled tiredly to himself; it had been a long time since he’d worked himself up to such an intense orgasm. From the way Madara lay all but melted against the wall in front of himself it seemed that he was in much the same state.

Pulling away earned him a weak growl that would have made him laugh if he still had the energy. Unfortunately all his energy went in to fetching a washcloth so he could help Madara clean himself again before encouraging both of them towards the much needed hot water awaiting them.

Slipping in to the steaming bathtub and laying back with Madara’s weight settling on top of him was nothing short of heavenly. Tobirama groaned and rested his head against the lip of the tub, arms circling his husband’s waist to pull him in tight and keep them close. His eyes fell closed to take a deep breath. The entire room was filled with an interesting mix of sex and soap, not a combination he expected to work so well together but definitely enough to have him contemplating another round right here in the bathtub. He decided against it only because the very thought of moving right then had every muscle in his body screaming out in protest.

A low groan from somewhere around his chest made him look down and he smiled to see that Madara’s eyes were closed, his face lax, and without Tobirama’s arms holding him up he likely would have slid right under the steaming water.

“We’re both going to be nothing but giant prunes by the time we get out,” his husband grumbled. Tobirama pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Don’t worry. I think you’ll make a very sexy prune.”

“Never ever say that again.”

“Why ever not?” Tobirama asked, smirking at the way Madara’s nose scrunched up with distaste.

He was only mildly surprised to get no answer. Clearly Madara was more tired than he’d known if the man didn’t even have the energy to argue. Such a thing had only occurred a mere handful of times since they first moved in together and each time he found himself more amused than worried. Madara was a grown man, he knew his limits and pride be damned he knew when he had crossed the point of needing to ask for help. A little exhaustion hadn’t killed either of them yet.

Unfortunately Tobirama couldn’t afford to let his own body give out just yet. He did allow himself a proper soak before moving because there was no way he would deny himself such a treat but he used that time to gather energy enough to wrestle Madara in to sitting up. Only when he was sure his legs wouldn’t fold underneath him did he feel around with his toes and pull out the plug.

Emptying the tub was really the only way he would convince Madara to get out; fighting about it before hand would be wasted effort.

Ignoring the grumbles that he honestly sort of agreed with, Tobirama made them both stand up and watched with a smile as Madara tottered across the room to where he’d left the towels somewhere out of the splash zone. He accepted one for himself and gave his own body a cursory pat down before helping to squeeze out as much moisture as possible from Madara’s long hair. On a day when they were both awake and energized this task was usually more akin to wrestling a particularly squirmy child since Madara was always caught halfway between the soothing calm of having fingers in his hair and the frenetic energy of arousal from the same thing.

Right now all he did was sit still as Tobirama popped out to fetch the brush he had rescued earlier and set about the task that had led to all of their activities that night: brushing Madara’s hair. With the conditioner smoothing the way it wasn’t nearly as terrible a task as it had been when the locks were dry and bushy. Despite that it still took the better part of twenty minutes just for Tobirama to work out the worst knots and separate it all in to three mostly smooth sections.

“Are you braiding it?” Madara asked in a sleepy voice, all but nodding off on his stool.

“Of course I am. Going to bed with wet hair? You’ll soak the whole bed. At least this way you’re only going to soak your own side so I don’t have to sleep in wet blankets.” Tobirama snorted at his partner’s gentle huff.

“Fucking braids,” was all he managed to say but Tobirama was intrigued. Tomorrow he would definitely work on getting the full story of what exactly happened to the man’s hair.

Stepping back to admire his work, he announced, “All done. Bed time.”

“Finally,” Madara breathed.

Despite his exclamation of relief he didn’t seem capable of getting up on his own just then. Tobirama had to help him off the stool and the two of them propped themselves up against each other’s shoulders as they wandered out in to the next room and crashed down on the bed, wriggling their legs until one of them caught the blanket and kicked it upwards.

Madara snuffled adorably as he shoved and pushed until Tobirama rolled over so he could curl himself in behind the younger man, his rightful place in bed as he called it, always the big spoon no matter that he would never be the taller man. Since it saved him the trouble of sleeping with mouthfuls of hair Tobirama had never bothered to complain. He was doubly grateful tonight not to sleep with his face pressed against that still damp braid, his own short hair already mostly dry.

Silence settled over them like an extra blanket and Tobirama was halfway to some much needed sleep when a quiet voice murmured against the base of his neck.

“Missed you,” he heard Madara admit quietly. He lips stretched in a gentle smile and he squeezed the hand wrapped around to grope loosely at his chest.

“And I you. Now sleep; it seems as though you’ve earned it.”

No response came but the even breathing against his skin that told him Madara had probably fallen asleep before he was even done talking. And that was fine, really. Tobirama closed his eyes again and shuffled back a little closer to the man behind him, holding on tightly to the hand in his grasp as he reached for dreams of his own.

“Welcome home.”

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Coming Attractions!

First Monday of the month, woohoo!

(And also kind of a NaNo roundup post because that was last month, after all…)

NaNo:

Sooooo I didn’t finish, lol. Not that I was…super expecting to, exactly, but I was hopeful! I think I just missed too many days in a row and lost all my momentum.

In terms of my goals, I was hoping to write:

1. 20-25k on Precipice 2. 20-25k on our faces like a mirror 3. 10-20k on Other Projects. 4. 50-70k total

In terms of what I actually accomplished:

1. 9,241 on Precipice (Sooooooo....about half of what I’d hoped, a little less. But I still got a fair amount done/prepped for upcoming chapters, plus a couple chapters actually posted, even while doing other stuff, so...go me!) 2. 9,043 on our faces like a mirror (Again, a bit less than half of what I’d hoped for, but I got enough done for the story/etc. to take a real Shape in my head. ...ish. See the specific OFLAM stuff later on in the post...) 3. 10,601 on Other Projects (Hey, I actually met this goal! ...barely, but still! Mostly thanks to the Nikita/Rebels crossover, lol...) 4. 28,885 total

Original Fiction:

I got a decent chunk of a big backstory piece for Lux done (in the form of a “then” and “now” set of scenes/vignettes for the five Archangels)--that being said, I’m not sure I actually like what I have there, lol. I know more or less what I need to cover, but the details are fiddly. Also not sure whether I should refer to Lux by her current name, for consistency’s sake, or use a different name (either Lightbringer or just Lucifer) since she does technically reshape her name after being released when the main Apocalypse storyline kicks off…also debating whether Lux should be/present as female way back when--angels don’t really do gender the way humans do in this ‘verse, but the closest human term for Lux would be genderfluid, sooooo IDK. Also also, for the ‘Now’ part…ehhh, I’m not sure I should have this be the first thing I post involving Trixie…but I’ll keep poking at it and see what comes out.

(I’d also planned to work on the big Kesshare character study saturation for The Farglass Cycle this month, and maybe go back to my untitled first-contact story, but neither of those happened, lol.)

Precipice:

We’re in the home stretch! Kinda. So to speak. Probably three to four more chapters in Arc Seven, which I’m hoping-fingers-crossed I’ll finish by the end of the calendar year??? (But given how much other stuff I hope to work on (see Other Fanfic Projects for more details…)

At that point--and I know I’ve said this before, and I’ll probably put it in an A/N in the next chapter or so, but following the end of Milestones, I’m planning to break off into a second/sequel fic, working title Protectors. This is at least in part because length (over 200k wtf I was anticipating 50-75k, maybe 100k, for these seven arcs @.@), but also was sort of planned even without the Length issue, due to some thematic/structure shifts following a six-year timeskip. Which, if you do the math, you can probably figure out where that’ll land us and why I might be structuring it this way…

Anyway, I’ve increasingly realized that there’s some stuff I should probably set up that I’ll need for later arcs in Part 2 involving some Rebels characters, more with the Last Batch, plus a Sith Apprentice who needs to turn up and die (although the gap between Infernalis and the next apprentice I actually care about/have a name and some kind of Plot for is only about four years in my mental timeline, so maybe there isn’t an active Apprentice in that period*…hmmmmm…), some background about the Hands, etc. But I feel like it’s all a little too disjointed for an entire additional arc. So, Arc 7.5, tentatively titled Preludes, is also going to be a thing XD I don’t think I’ll have a fixed schedule for that vs. the main storyline--and, honestly, it’ll probably work more like a collection of one-shots taking place during the timeskip than a proper Arc, but a little more Relevant than stuff that goes in Bonus Content, if that makes sense? It’ll probably be posted alongside at least arcs 8 and 9. Which, incidentally, take place more or less back-to-back and cover a fairly short period of time, but there is A Lot of plot/setup that goes into them. Like. If I tried to do it all as one arc, it’d be at least twice as long as any of the other arcs I’ve done, possibly including Arc Four--certainly over twenty chapters, I think--plus there’s a good (and by good I mean Horrible) place where I can split the arcs, so…we’ll see how that goes.

(…still not sure what to do with Maul, lol. He may just be Sir Darth Not-Appearing-In-This-Fic, or he might turn up in arc 10/11/13, which are the sort of vaguest of the next seven arcs which make up Protectors, in terms of how much I have planned out…)

(*On a semi-related note, I’ve been asked about Inquisitors a couple times in comments lately, and…well, I’ll probably mention this when I reply to the commenter in question, but I figured I’d set it out here as well, in case anyone else was wondering the same thing but doesn’t read other peoples’ comments. Like I’m pretty sure I mentioned at the start, when I plotted out** the bulk of this fic, I hadn’t seen Rebels yet. I’ve since decided to integrate a few characters/plot points (Kallus and Zeb will feature prominently in a subplot in arcs 13 and 14, for example), but, as a rule, characters and plot points from Rebels haven’t been taken into account unless I Really Like Them and/or they’re a good way to fill in a plot hole in a later arc, as with Kallus and Zeb. So, for example, when I include Thrawn, I’m writing more towards Legends!Thrawn in terms of personality, though the two have blended a bit in my head and I do reference specific events in Disney!Thrawn’s personal timeline; and b) more relevantly, I hadn’t made any plans to include Inquisitors, and that…hasn’t really changed. So, I might have them in Preludes, but they almost certainly won’t show up on-page/be super-relevant in the main arcs of the fic, sorry :/ )

(**Loooool I say “Plotted Out” like I’m the kind of author with a Master Plan or at least an outline. But I did have a general idea of the Major Plot Points going in, such as when Rex and Ahsoka would turn up, Luke’s storyline with Lavinia, how many Apprentices I would need to make them work, etc., and I’ve had parts of Arcs 8, 9, and 14 written for like at least two years now, so I know more or less where I’m going--though they’ll be edited once I have more of the connective tissue in place, in case I’ve accidentally Jossed myself…or I change my mind, which is becoming A Possibility with a major event set to happen in Arc 14, so…we’ll see.)

Aaaaaanyway. Exciting times ahead, I hope!

Other Fanfic:

This month, I finally posted another AU outline, woohoo! …I mean, it was a super-niche Nikita/Rebels crossover with a handful of OCs thrown in but who’s counting XD (I do actually intend to finish Let’s Go Steal a Crossover and update the Ventress one at some point but…yeah).

I also put out a Kallus one-shot that I think turned out really well. May do more of those at some point, who knows…

I made some significant progress on our faces like a mirror, as mentioned above! But now I’m waffling a little bit over structure. Basically, the fic covers Bo-Katan’s backstory from the time Satine becomes Duchess, through the Civil War, and eventually leads to Bo’s eventual break with her sister to join Death Watch. It comes in two pretty distinct halves--what I call the Fugitive arc in my notes, which covers the Civil War, and the Breakdown arc, which is everything after her return to Sundari.

So, my original plan was--prologue covering at least part of the final Epic Screaming Match that leads to Bo’s departure; jump back to the Fugitive Arc; and then follow through until we catch up to the prologue, with a coda/epilogue with her and Pre Viszla. The problem is, there’s…really not a lot to connect the two halves??

I’ve got a couple options on what to do about this, but I’m not sure which would be best.

Option One: Keep the structure as-is and just let it be episodic.

Option Two: Keep the structure as-is and find some way to connect the two halves (i.e., a recurring antagonist; I do have an idea of who this could be, but the problem is, it takes away a good chunk of the focus from Bo and Satine’s relationship for the Breakdown Arc…which I don’t really want to do.)

Option Three: Remove the framing device and focus on the Breakdown Arc, and include the Fugitive Arc as flashbacks, since the Breakdown Arc can’t really stand on its own. (The main issue I have with this one is that, if I want to actually write out future chunks of Bo’s life later--meaning, her time with Death Watch, and getting her from TCW to Rebels--I won’t have these flashbacks and I don’t want to change the structure too radically for any eventual sequels? Also, I’m not sure how I feel about a flashback structure for this fic in general…)

Option Four: Remove the framing device and focus on the Fugitive Arc, ending the story with Bo’s return to Sundari. (Two issues with this one--I really do want to go into the Breakdown Arc; that’s where my interest in this story started. Also, due to the constraints of setting and so on, Bo interacts with…like…two canon characters over the course of the Fugitive Arc? And while I don’t really have a problem writing a story that’s essentially a Backstory Epic for a tertiary character, populated by about 90% OCs, I’m not sure anyone actually wants to read that, except as the lead-in to the Breakdown Arc??? But maybe I’m overthinking…)

…so, yeah. Any thoughts/opinions on which option would be Best? (I may make a separate post asking the same question later, but figured I’d lay it all out here, too!)

Also, I’m working on a Secret Santa project, and probably not going to use OFLAM for SWBB, which means I need to come up with and write a different plotline of some kind, so back to the drawing board on that one…

Also also, I do genuinely plan to get Distaff off hiatus At Some Point, especially since I’ve gotten some new comments/responses lately…but given how much else I have on my plate, writing-wise, that probably won’t happen until next year, alas.

Anyway, the long and short of it is--lots of writing planned for this month! Now let’s see how much I actually get done XD

What about the rest of you? What’ve y’all been up to/what do you have planned for next month?

#coming attractions #miscellania #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong writes original fic #shadowsong writes crossovers #shadowsong writes self-indulgent bs #feedback greatly appreciated #our faces like a mirror #precipice verse #nano2019

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