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multifandumbmeg · 2 years

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Knightmare and Darach 12.2

Snippet #2 from the behemoth chapter as I write it. No trigger warnings for this bit:

Day 10

The army had fought two more battles and retreated further inward with even sharper losses. No couriers survived, so a young and inexperienced soldier was dispatched back to the capitol to inform Queen Ajak of their dire situation with the message from Thena that their forces were woefully inadequate. They had heard back not long after that a voluntary army had been initiated, with several thousand citizens answering the call. Untrained, they would be nothing but cannon fodder, distraction if they were lucky.

Upon their last battle, several soldiers had lugged one of the Deviant monsters back to their makeshift camp for Druig to study. He was consumed with research by Andgeir’s side, but they were despairingly vacant of research materials and the rare books that might hold answers were under lock and key at far-flung libraries with no one brave enough to deliver the goods.

“Best I can see, they’re animated, perhaps some kind of fiendish bastardization utilizing actual animals,” Druig mused, exasperated.

“Fine. We don’t know what they are or how they’re made. But we know fire kills them, as does stabbing them at vital points, and you believe they are, in fact, sentient. So,” Andgeir slammed the useless tome he’d scoured countless times, “Can you control them?”

Druig groaned and pinched his nose to staunch a persistent headache.

“I don’t know. They’re sentient-ish. It seems they have similar awareness to an animal without the instinctual need to kill for food, rather they just kill regardless.”

“Tell me about your experience controlling animals. How much have you succeeded in that?”

Druig sighed heavily. “Made some feral strays into pets? Controlled a cow to let me milk it once? Or rather, to let me try, then I gave up and made its owner do it for me.”

Andgeir’s eyes narrowed. “So you can do it?”

“Maybe!” Druig exclaimed. “If you’re willing to put a force of soldiers behind me to corner one long enough for me to try. And no guarantees it works at all, let alone the first time.”

“That works for me.” Andgeir replied coolly. “I’ll let Thena know.”

“Why do you suddenly have so much trust and faith in me? Where the hell did that come from?”

Andgeir gave him a long, hard look.

“Druig, it’s no secret that I don’t like you. I hate your arrogant attitude and I didn’t trust you. When I found you, we had to tear you away from an entire town you were holding hostage. You were a child of immense power with a faulty moral compass and that made you a significant threat. But we’re at war now, and we’re in dire straits. We don’t have the luxury of moral superiority or doubt anymore. There is simply nothing else I can do. People’s lives are at stake, and you have the power to help. It is all I can do to believe you can and will rise to the occasion. I will not condemn innocent lives for my personal disdain. Besides, I’ve kept a close eye on you since you came to the castle. I’ve seen you with that knight, and I’ve heard from the experiences of others how you’ve changed in that time. Perhaps my initial assessment was inaccurate. Somewhere in there, it seems you care quite a lot. If my previous second in command were here, she’d tell me ‘the ability to love is in everyone. Those who take the opportunity are fundamentally changed’. ”

“Who was she?” Druig found himself asking softly.

“My wife. Takeira. She was exceptionally gifted, like you. The epidemic a couple years ago took her, the same one that took Sprite’s parents. That reminds me, I hear congratulations are in order.” Andgeir looked at Druig knowingly, momentary anguish in his expression quickly buried.

“I’m sorry to hear that. And- well, it’s complicated. I didn’t really plan for the news to be so public.”

“Unfortunate timing. But I'm sure you’ll both pull through. Don’t you have a meeting with Thena about now?” Andgeir added suddenly.

“Shit,” Druig was out the door and thankful for the excuse to leave.

It was the highlight of his days now. Thena had expressed a desire to learn Makkari’s sign language, but after the first battle they had realized how vital it could be to create a system of signaling plans and movements that didn’t need to be heard over the din of battle nor understood by the enemy. Since then, Makkari had been giving private lessons to Thena wherever possible and she and Druig both had been developing and teaching what they deemed ‘battle signs’ or ‘big signs’ to the army. With their separate units and training, which both had thrown themselves wholly into like never before, it was the only time apart from meals they got to see each other.

******************************************************************************Day 11

They attacked in the night, just as Druig had feared. Luckily, a cannon blast near Makkari’s tent- precisely on top of and slaughtering the inhabitants of the neighboring tent in fact- had woken her with harrowing shake.

When the fighting broke out, Druig had run straight for her. Chaos had erupted as the unprepared and exhausted recruits grabbed their weapons and many were forced to forego their armor as the fighting came to them. Druig sent flames, lightening and anything else he could think of at swaths of Deviants on his way to her, covering their own army.

When he found her, she was being cornered between a Deviant beast and several soldiers. In a moment of panic, some distance away, he cast a speed spell that was usually reserved for inanimate objects on her lithe form.

Makkari felt the change immediately spread through her. She turn her gaze momentarily to see Druig headed straight for her. Her limbs felt electric. She felt like she could do anything. Her heartrate was impossible. She had no idea how long the quickening feeling would last, so she made use of it.

She moved at speeds that were, for the first time her life, truly supernatural. This was often said of her in a hyperbolic sense, but now she was truly divinely powered. Druig saw her form digress into nothing more than a glowing blur as she dispatched the soldier and attacked the monster with a flurry of blows it couldn’t begin to track. It was as incredible as it was frightening. He reached out and attempted to take control of the beast as he’d promised Andgeir he’d try.

Its mind was feral and wicked. Nothing but pure, violent impulse, and its force of will was strong. His eyes glowed bright gold and he threw every ounce of his attention and power into ravaging the beast. No one was watching his back, he was unsure if he would be able to succeed before taking a sword to the neck, but nonetheless he pressed into its primal psyche and grabbed hold with everything he had.

His body shook and something dripped from his nose, but he could feel his hold lock into place, wrangling the monster’s will. He tore through its mind in bursts of pure energy, and its screeches told the damage was landing. In a few seconds, it was dead on the ground- from one of Makkari’s blows or his attacks no one could tell.

He felt the beast die and was released from the effort. A precursory sleeve across his face revealed the strange dripping feeling from his nose had been blood.

Makkari and he escaped with the retreating forces into the woods, Makkari at a normal pace again. Her chest hurt first, heart adjusting back to the appropriate rhythm. Soon though, everything was hurting. It felt like her skin was being torn apart. She tried to keep moving, Druig at her side, but her muscles felt like liquid and her shaky knees gave out suddenly.

“Makkari!” Druig shouted, bending to help her. “What’s wrong? Oh gods, this is the spell I cast isn’t?” He signed furiously as he mouthed the words.

I think so, Makkari managed. It was awesome while it lasted.

Bullshit, I just broke the inexhaustible Makkari Tilborn! Druig signed angrily, running a hand through his hair. “Your muscles couldn’t withstand that kind of insane movement speed so now they’re giving out. They’ve probably all been shredded, you must be in so much pain and- oh my gods,” a look of unspeakable dread crossed his features, eyes widening. “Your heart. Oh my gods, I could have killed you. I’m lucky your heart didn’t give out. I could have killed you.” His breath seemed caught in his chest, too shallow and quick.

Druig, she signed quickly to stop his spiral. You saved me! It worked, and we killed one of those monsters. We need to keep doing it.

“You think I’m going to do that to you again? Are you nuts?” She knew Druig was shouting because she could feel the vibrations from his voice.

We have to take risks. I can stand it. My muscles will grow and improve, and then I’ll be stronger. If anyone can survive that spell and become strong enough to manage it, it’s me, right? I’m the fastest person in Domo.

Druig forced her onto his back and ran to catch up with one of the army wagons barreling away. When he’d flagged them down and managed to get them both inside, he turned to Makkari and signed, We’re tabling this conversation for now.

They survived the night once again, Druig gently massaging Makkari’s sore limbs and alternating cold and hot presses on the achiest bits. Makkari, persistent as always, told Thena about the revelation and convinced them all to let her train to keep using the new ability. She wore Druig down, her force of will stronger than his fears.

Makkari Tilborn had been a force to be reckoned with before the speed enhancement, but this level up cemented her title thereafter as The Bladed Blur, a moniker she took great pride in.

#knight makkari #dark mage druig #drukarri #marvel #The Eternals

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annerbhp · 4 years

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someone stop me

Lucky Part One

Luckier Part Two

Harry lies in bed looking up at his canopy. Nearby, he can hear the low rumble of Ron’s snores, the sound of Neville rolling over in bed. A log tumbling in the iron stove heating the room. The typical noises he’s come to associated with being home, ones that usually quickly put him to sleep.

It’s not helping tonight though, the same scene playing over and over again in his mind on repeat.

He’d really done it. He’d asked Ginny to go to the party with him. And she’d said yes.

The knowledge is like a warm bubble in his chest, pressing out against his skin. All these months of trying to pretend he just thought of her as a sister. A kind of annoying, rarely seen, correct far too often, very understanding, really talented, slightly scary, very attractive…sister. That he was just helping out to be nice. And clearly felt so happy around just because they both like Quidditch and they’re both trying to be captains, and that’s it, really. Just a friendly rivalry. Besides, she’s in Slytherin and is always with that prat Burke and it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

But then she had said Burke was with Smita and didn’t even look upset about it, and his feeble excuses seemed to fall away in the moment and he’d just gone for it in a fit of impetuousness, riding the giddy energy he always seems to feel around her.

And she’d said yes.

They’re going to go to the party. Together. He’s going to pick her up. He imagines himself in the hall outside, seeing Ginny step out and smile at him, and maybe take his arm—but then he imagines all the other Slytherin students being there. Or even worse, Ron, staring daggers at him for daring to touch his little sister. But Ginny would probably just laugh and tell them all it wasn’t like that.

And this is where reality slams back into place, not just Ron or her bloody housemates, but because Ginny may not see this as anything more than a convenient arrangement because he bungled asking her so completely.

You know, save us the bother of finding anyone else.

With a groan, Harry drags his pillow down over his face. What kind of a prat says something like that to a girl he likes? What kind of a hopeless dolt?

The kind who is desperate not to have her say no, he supposes.

Well, now he has a date with her, that she may or may not think is a date, and he still has to find a way to tell Ron, who may or may not ever speak to him again after finding out. Talk about the worst of both worlds.

There are still weeks until the party, he tells himself. She might change her mind. Or Harry might get killed or something. Maybe he will get detention. A Quidditch injury. A convenient accidental petrification. Ron might never need find out. Especially the way Ron spends most of his time with Lavender in increasingly disturbing displays of public indecency.

Or they might go to the party and Ron will be okay with it and Ginny might actually want to be there with him. Maybe he’d get to walk her back at the end of the night. Maybe he could kiss her.

With a hoarse laugh, Harry flops over onto his stomach and presses his face into the mattress.

* * *

The weeks crawl by. Dumbledore hasn’t called him in for another lesson and Quidditch practices have trailed off with the approach of end of term exams and work as the professors seem intent on loading them down in anticipation of the two-week holiday.

None of which is helped by the uncomfortable situation with Ron and Hermione that seems to have no end in sight. Harry spends half his time with a sullen Hermione as she pretends not to care one jot until they inevitably come across Ron being ridiculous with Lavender and then looks like she might cry or throw up.

The other half of his time Harry spends with a triumphant, cheery Ron, sometimes with Lavender still attached. Harry can’t even begrudge his mate his happiness, even if he is a prat about it sometimes. Well, one day when you get a girlfriend…he likes to say to Harry.

Of course, these days that only directs his brain in one direction, the one he can least afford it to go in when he’s around Ron.

He doesn’t see Ginny, which is pretty normal. Other than across the great hall at meals or passing each other on their way on and off the pitch, their lives don’t tend to intersect. He considers altering his walking paths in hopes of coming across her, but that might just give her an opportunity to tell him she’s changed her mind, and he’s not particularly keen to give her that chance. Looking at the map, he sometimes sees her in the cloister, but can’t quite work up the nerve to visit her no matter how much he’d like to see her.

There’s less than a week left until the party when Ron separates himself from Lavender long enough to hang out with him in the common room. Hermione has retreated to the library.

Ron’s queen is picking Harry’s screaming rook up over her head when he asks, “Got yourself a date to that Slughorn party thing yet?”

Ron is usually put out by any mention of the Slug Club. But he’s been far more relaxed about things lately between ‘landing himself a girlfriend’ as he put it, and the Quidditch victory. Harry doesn’t have a lot of hopes of that working to his benefit.

As the party gets closer and closer, more and more people in the castle seem to be talking about it, to Slughorn’s obvious delight. “If only I could allow everyone to come,” he has taken to saying, “but alas my rooms are only so big and I have ever so many old chums coming. It will be a mad crush as it is!”

Which just means that those not already invited are all angling to find a way to get a club member to ask them along.

“You should just take Hermione,” Ron continues, apparently assuming Harry has put the chore off until the last moment. Which, to be fair, is what he’d done last time he’d had to scrounge a date to a school event. And he probably would of this time as well if he hadn’t had a fit of insanity and actually asked Ginny.

And she’s said yes.

Harry prods his bishop forward, the piece clearly reluctant to take his orders. “Hermione already has a date.”

Ron looks genuinely surprised. “What? With who?”

Harry rubs at his nose. “McLaggen.” Apparently chosen by Hermione in a fit of pique in hopes of provoking Ron the most. A rash action she already seems to be regretting.

It seems to work though, Ron sitting up, all amusement evaporating. “That git?”

Harry bites back a sigh. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he says, arms crossing over his chest.

“Right,” Harry says.

“Puts you in a bit of a pickle though.”

There’s a burst of giggles from the far corner where a clutch of girls sit together. He looks over just for them to all turn away and laugh even harder. He’s positive he hears one of them say ‘The Chosen One.’

“’Least it might be easier for you this time than the Yule Ball,” Ron says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I already asked someone,” Harry says, letting his mouth get ahead of him. Yet again. Christ.

“Yeah?” Ron asks, clearly surprised, and that only annoys Harry further. “Who? Finally give into Romilda Vane?”

“No,” Harry says, suddenly very aware of how many people are in the common room are listening in on this conversation.

Ron frowns. “Then who?”

Knowing there is no way to escape it forever, Harry shoves the words out. “I asked Ginny.” His face feels unnaturally warm, but he can only hope he’s imagining it.

“Ginny?” Ron says, looking confused. “Our Ginny?”

“No,” Harry says. “The other Ginny.”

Ron ignores his sarcasm. “Why would you ask Ginny?” he asks, like he honestly can’t imagine it.

Harry bites back the million easy reasons that automatically rise in his mind, settling on the safest answer. “She’s already going, so I figured why not go together?”

Ron seems to weigh that a moment. “I guess that makes sense. At least you can spend the night talking about Quidditch.” He shrugs. “You could probably do worse.”

Harry feels himself bristle at the implication that Ginny wouldn’t be anyone’s first choice. “Ginny’s fun.”

“She can be,” Ron concedes. “When she’s not being a complete terror.” A wide smile spreads over his face. “Of course, you know you might have to hang about with a bunch of bloody Slytherin.”

“They aren’t all that bad,” Harry says, even though he’s thought about that more than once. How awkward that would be. Maybe he’ll be able to avoid it.

Ron laughs at him. “I am very glad to be well clear of it. At least I don’t have to worry about Ginny, what with you to look after her. Now bloody McLaggen on the other hand…”

Harry sighs, sitting back and watching Ron’s queen obliterate his king as Ron continues to chunter on obliviously about Hermione’s date.

Somehow, Harry has the feeling this party is going to be the death of him.

#annerbfic #lucky #the changeling #things that didn't happen #when is this going to let go of me #your guess is as good as mine #harry is a dork #and we love him for it

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og-danny-dorito · 4 years

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Tommy Shelby NSFW Headcanons

as requested by anon, thanks for the request!

N S F W :

- sweet Jesus where do I start

- SO

- we already covered that he's bi because bi rights an’ all that jazz, but we never covered what his kinks were in the past headcanons cause I like to keep the sfw and nsfw separated for anyone who's sensitive/uncomfortable with that shit

- so let me start off with something kind of vanilla: he's always liked the way that someone’s body is shaped, tending to go toward formless figures with relatively soft features. but the fact that there may be danger underneath that sweet persona stirs something dark in the pit of his soul, keeping him from falling completely in but backing away at the same time

- there are a number of reasons as to why I think he’s like this, and it's mostly because he wants control to be taken from him

- the weight on using shoulders is almost impossible to bear, and so not having to control something and just being able to trust someone helps him ease down into his own sort of bliss that he doesn't need to share with anyone else. in the earlier stages of the relationship he'd be hesitant to give up control out of fear, but give him a month and he'll eventually start showing signs of secret submission

- for instance, when told to do something simple like put his clothes back where they should be or telling him to clean his damned ash tray, he's a little more begrudgingly compliant than anything. what's odd, however, is that he almost always says he'd “better be getting something out of this” like a transaction

- and so since you're in no way stupid, you'd end up asking him about it. of course he'd play it off, saying something like “What, you really think I'm that much of an ass?” (to which you will raise a brow and say “Yes, yes I do.”) but his ambitions are made clear when you put on a more commanding voice that sounds like stern chastising than a question

- he'd stiffen, his eyes going to the ground as he purses his lips defiantly. your hand would go to grab his chin and tilt his head up, a very smug grin on your features. oh, you get it now. “So you like to be bossed around, Tom?”

- he's going to be VERY embarrassed about it for like a week and may even actively avoid sexual contact which is rare since like??? that's his love language??? he's truly, genuinely just a little nervous. he's not had someone dominate him before and honestly he's a little scared and might rush into it headfirst without even thinking of setting up a safeword

- like you'll be sitting down somewhere when everyone else is gone and it's late, and he'll sort of just bring up that he wants to try something new that's night. and you're gonna be like, uh? yeah, sure, what's up?

- it's gonna take him a hot minute to formulate the words, with his hands clenched in his lap and his eyes trained on your reaction the whole time. sweet jesus, this is embarrassing- “I'm sick of controlling everything.” and that's pretty much all he has to say to get the message across

- your reaction is based on preference entirely. don't be afraid to say no; he understands and won't ever ask again. there'll be other places for him to decompress and let you do your thing. you could be sitting together in bed reading and he'll place his head in your lap. you could be taking a bath and he'll just casually ask to join in, letting you wash his hair or something. he likes you either way, and it's ok to feel safe to say something makes you uncomfortable

- saying yes will lead to a very exited but nervous tommy. exited because he lowkey wants to do that shit as soon as possible, but nervous because it's something new. but he'll suck it up and not back down since his pride usually gets in the way of most things. when asked about a safeword, he'll probably be a little stuck before deciding on “Whiskey.” easy to say and not to hard to remember

- the first time you try it out he's going to get all nervous and tense. “Scared?” he'd harrow his eyes. what made you think that? is it how his knuckles are turning white as he clenches the edge of the bed? “No.” he's lying. a chuckle, light, but with a slightly more sinister tone to it. shit, now he's already half hard. he wasn't aware he'd be so sensitive to that- “You don't have to lie, Tommy. It's fine, I won't hurt you...unless?” Tommy’d roll his eyes

- and that's when he discovers he is in fact the biggest switch on the planet, although predominantly bottom. like, he's very bratty and lowkey refuses to give up to any challenge or demand made of him. he'll eventually ease into the punishment part which may soon take up most of what you do in the bedroom

- my mans moans. a lot. when he's a top he doesn't make much noise; mostly groaning and huffing quietly. but when he's a bottom he's biting back moans, it's almost like a completely different person, but the defiance is almost unmistakeable. any command will be either begrudgingly abided to or outright refused. he needs to be put in his place, and honestly he loves the process

- spanking? it kind of humiliates him a little, but he likes it. he wants to have trouble sitting down tomorrow in his desk

- likes marks being left too, although he'd prefer it just below his shirt collar so only he knows about it. he'd rather no to get weird stares as he walks by people in public

- tommy feels more comfortable being in control, but not being in control is just 100x better. he'll eventually feel more comfortable around you with being able to give you that sort of trust, and tends to be more submissive in other areas of your life as well, although never completely cause this is tommy's we're talking about. he likes to be coddled, and likes to be taken care of. even if he doesn't admit it

- catch my mans being more obedient in your domestic life, since he feels more agreeable. he likes a bit of edge and challenge to his authority or position in those situations. he likes to have something to say “no” to when it's not entirely necessary

- but in general he's not very sadomasochistic, although he does like having “reminders” of the night before. once again, he's usually the one introducing things to your bedroom, and so bdsm might be brought up on more than one occasion on as a joke the first few time since and then seriously

- probably would be more into tying you up than having himself tied up. when those sorts of things come into play he's more prone to being dominant, which leads us to top tommy headcanons

- my mans, as i said, doesn't make too much noise, although in this state he's very very sensitive to touch. not only that, but usually a certain type of glance will get him going for no apparent reason in like a millisecond. he loves the way you look at him, and he loves the way you feel around him, beneath him, your chest rising and falling unevenly ad your eyelids flutter and clench as he grips harder at the base of your hips-

- most things get him thinking dirty in a few seconds, like some sort of horny teen. but as soon as you're out of the public eye, away from the rest of the crowd where they can only sense your impending tension in the air, you bet your ass he will not hesitate to rip off your clothes and get straight to work on that pretty neck of yours

- he's probably down for semi-public sex where he knows you might get caught, but regardless of where you're doing it. once again, the kind of bitch to get turned on by danger

- like the rush of it sends him through the roof, although he's cautious about it too. but don't expect him to be gentle on you when he hears someone come by, no. not at all. he'll cover your mouth, suddenly placing a finger to his lips and turning his head to the direction of the footsteps. all is dead quiet, and yet...he's still grindingly his hips against yours, the hand that once told you to be quiet coming to squeeze your hip to try and make you disobey that command. you'll have to bite back moans, or whines, or whatever you can muster, because as soon as he hears them out of earshot you're going to be fucked into the he wall/table/wherever you've gotten yourself into this time

- his most preferred spot, though, is his bed. mostly because it's the most comfortable and he does like the privacy of feeling at home. he likes to think that this thing that you share is only between the two of you, that no one can take it away and no one else will see these parts of you, physical or not

- he likes to worship you just as much as he likes it done to him, although he might get to eager and rush things up like halfway through. it'll be you who's has to take it slow if you please, whispering sweet nothings against his skin as he watches you with a keen eye, curious to see what's next

- and now for my favorite part: miscellaneous headcanons ;

+ his favorite part of a person’s body is their eyes, and he likes dark eyes the most. they're a nice contrast to his own baby blues

+ sometimes, if he's feeling especially desperate, he may be more clingy than usual

+ if you're working and he wants your attention, he pulls up a chair next to you and caresses/gropes your thighs to tease you into being frustrated enough to spend time with him

+ he'd probably never do anything in his military uniform, although he likes to be called “soldier” when both in sub and dom position

+ if you call him daddy or sir like mid fuck he might just cum right there no cap

+ regular dick size, about 6 inches with a pretty good girth. moderately hairy but keeps good manscaping

+ he's even paler beneath those clothes of his lemme tell ya

+ v prominent dick vain when erect. like, when the blood rushes down where the sun don't shine you can SEE it

+ opposed to popular belief he's v sensitive and i see the most sensitive on his inner thighs and ear area. like, if you give him hickeys there he's going to feel it for at least a few days. also bite on his ear a little bit when y’all’er getting frisky cause he starts to moan a LOT

+ people that can handle a gun are HOT. especially if they don't take shit from anyone

+ if he's had a particularly stressful day he's probably going tom be very eager to just be near you in general

+ chest or ass man? the answer is chest. he likes chests that look strong, boobs or not. it kindof depend so on the shape of your body but someone who carries themselves with their chin held high is a turn on

+ confidence is hot as fuck okay

+ also really likes quickies

- in conclusion, he's a passionate lover when he's not all caught up in the world outside of the bedroom. it's quite literally his sanctuary, his oasis in the middle of a sandstorm. but it wouldn't be complete without you, and even through his pride he can see that as clear as day.

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tsubaki3192 · 4 years

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Oh I’d really love to read the aquarium HC’s!!! They sound superfun. And I am curious about the Nicknames with Mitsuhide. An idea for that: MC wants another nickname, one that’s not little mouse and they try out different ones but they all sound wrong and they end up at little mouse again?

Nicknames

[Mitsuhide x Reader]

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Tags: @tsuki-no-usagiii @wingardium-letmefuckyou @unstoppablelinda @zavannahmj

Let me know if you want to be (un)tagged?

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Notes: OML I APOLOGISE DEEPLY FOR HOW LATE THIS IS… I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG-

So, uh, what happened was I started writing, went WAY off tangent to both my original idea and your request, came back to a full circle… Before realising I should’ve just rewritten it altogether… If anyone actually wants to read the other fic, well, I’ll post it xD

I feel like such a shitty author… ALSO I may or may not have been watching Stray Kids “The 9″ season 5 and suddenly had an idea-

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Other comments: So, uh, I think I’ve decided to completely scrap the aquarium headcannons altogether and I’m actually really sorry about it as it was the very first thing I started when thinking about Ikesen.

So I want to apologise once again to @wingardium-letmefuckyou and to everyone else who wanted to read the headcannons, but I truly have no idea how to write it…

….. Okay that’s enough from me, I guess! Here’s the long-awaited fic xD

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“How many times have I told you not to call me a ‘Little Mouse’?!”

Your footsteps stormed against the floorboards as you made your way back to your room, leaving Mitsuhide to stare at your back and baffled at your outburst. Hands clenched in tight fists to your sides, you brushed past an equally (if not more) surprised Masamune before reaching your room and slamming the door shut.

“What just happened…?”

You were livid and that was something new. Usually and normally, you were rather docile and that was one of the many things that had initially attracted Mitsuhide to you. (Your inability to use violence was another, but that perhaps merely further worried him whenever Nobunaga brought you to the battlefield.) Nevertheless, your rambunctious yelling and anger had caught the attention of the many castle’s residents, including a particular mother-like warlord and the right-hand-man of their lord.

“How many times must I tell you to not make her-”

But the flickering expression on Mitsuhide’s face, one of rejection, caused Hideyoshi’s words to falter at the back of his throat. Simply speaking, the said caramel-haired warlord had forgotten just who Mitsuhide’s sole weakness was: You. And he could only sigh, placing a hand on your lover’s right shoulder comfortingly.

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It hurt.

It really did.

You weren’t sure what brought it up, nor the reasoning behind your anger, but there was nothing you could do anymore. You had lashed out at him, and that was that. To be fair, it was a lover’s spat of sorts- not that you and Mitsuhide got into that many. You would always come to an agreement of sorts; somewhere in between both your suggestions. More than often, it would be in regards to the time and dates of your… well, dates, so this would be the first time you had ever needed to compromise over the whole nicknames thing.

The truth was, you really didn’t mind what he called you. Yes, you were willing to admit, there were times where the nickname could be considered as condescending but you were also willing to admit that you were also naive in many different ways.

Huffing quietly, you plonked down on your still-unrolled futon and brought your knees to your chest. Your arms, however, had found it’s way to the covers you and he shared, pulling it up and over your nose.

You would be lying if you ever thought his scent didn’t calm you.

Sandalwood. Gunpowder. Cinnamon.

….Well, okay. Maybe the last one was impossible, granted you didn’t know exactly when cinnamon had arrived in Japan but the scent was there nonetheless.

But the pain, guilt and regret from your words was enough to send tears running down your face. Truly, you wished you hadn’t said what you had to him. It was his one day of relaxation; a day where he could fully spend time with you, the only woman he promised he would ever love.

And you’ve just gone and ruined it.

“(Y/N).”

You could hear Mitsuhide’s voice on the opposing side of the door through your somewhat quiet whimpers… Which meant, you had come to learn, he could also hear you. Stifling your sobs, you called out to your boyfriend, allowing him to enter the room. You burrowed your head in the covers, hoping you could hide your tears from him… Even if you knew it was simply impossible.

“My dear, will you look at me?”

Mitsuhide placed a gentle hand on your head, brushing your hair behind your ear and allowing the strands to glide through his fingers. The same fingertips made it’s way to the soft curve of your cheek and down to your hidden chin. His whole palm was on your cheek now, as he gently coaxed you from your hidden position behind the comforter. You abided, sinking into the touch of his warm hands as he gently wiped the hot tears from your cheeks.

“As observant as I am, I wasn’t aware you didn’t enjoy the nickname.”

Prick.

As prideful as the statement was, it succeeded in eliciting a giggle from your lips. Your hands found it’s way out of the blanket and began roughly wiping at your tears, laughing dejectedly at the situation.

“The thing is, I really don’t mind. Really.”

You shook your head, resting your damp forearms against your covered knees and your chin against your forearms. But he just knelt in front of your slightly rocking self, raising his other arm to fully cup your face. Gently placing his forehead against your own, his nose nudged against your own- a rare Mitsuhide Eskimo kiss.

Your eyes had instinctively closed on it’s own, allowing the final droplets of tears to escape the corners of your eyes.

One. Two.

Raising his forehead from your own, he pressed his lips against the corner of each eye.

Please don’t cry.

And again his head rose even further, pressing a slow, loving kiss against your forehead.

I love you.

When he finally removed his lips from your forehead, you rose, stumbling, as you regained the strength in your knees from the tight pull towards your chest. Expressionless, golden eyes watch your stance, offering a single hand when you stumbled. He pulled you towards him as you settled yourself in his lap; his legs now crossed before him.

“My love,” he utters, his low, silken voice soothing your trembling self, “had you truly despised the name, you would have informed me early on.”

Your head bobs up and down, agreeing quietly with his statement. Your arms wound itself around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer. And Mitsuhide could only chuckle, pressing another kiss against your left temple as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

“Now, apologies for the sudden curiosity, but I would like to know the terms of endearment men use in your time-”

His arms rested loosely around your waist, fingers clasped together at your spine. His thumbs however, had found that aching knot in the centre of your spine and pulsed gently to release the discomfort. Your lips fell into that of a content sigh, though he could still sense the racing of your pulse that only continued to rise as he continued to probe about your previous lifestyle.

Anything to hear your melodious voice, right?

But he was serious when he said he wanted to hear the terms of endearment lovers gave one another in your time. Changing names wasn’t a huge issue in his mind- people could easily be renamed, after all- but if this was what you truly desired, he would have no qualms in doing so.

After all, if his princess wasn’t happy, how could he be?

Whether or not you did mind what he called you, you responded to his question rather hesitantly. It had taken a few moments for the names to rise to your mind: You were never one to date often, preferring to seek for a ‘Mr. Right’ before going on a first date. But your friends certainly had been, and so you had recalled the various names your friends had called one another… The generic ones, of course.

Mitsuhide only hummed in response, listening closely to your words as you spoke. He would need to test these nicknames out later, gauge your responses, before continuing on.

And today seemed to be just perfectly set up for him.

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“Mitsuhide, where are you taking me?”

It was a futile question, given the smart-looking grin and the sly look in his eyes as you watched him. It was a futile question, knowing just how stubborn your man could be when he wanted to tell you next to nothing… Or when he wanted to keep it a surprise. And it certainly was a futile question as the direction he was heading in was that same, well-trekked path you usually took to his- and now your own- favourite teahouse. Yet you asked it anyway, hoping for some kind of response; any kind of response from the man who wouldn’t give in unless ordered to.

Even then you just smiled innocently beside him, all signs of your earlier anger- whatever the cause had been- dissipating with the early Springtime breeze. Your smile caught the eyes of the Azuchi citizens, as did your linked hands and the same, slight upturn of Mitsuhide’s lips. Your relationship with Mitsuhide hadn’t exactly been made public to the citizens, but the pleased state of both yourself and he was enough to assume.

And though they found it difficult to trust him, the fact that you were happy was enough.

“Come now, sweetheart.”

Tripping, you swore you had heard him wrongly.

Say what now-?

“Babe, there’s not much longer before we’re there. Did you require any assistance-?”

But you had once again zoned out. Impossible.

Granted you had your suspicions from his earlier questioning, but for him to carry it out… Your giggles and that seemingly painful blush was enough for your lover to press a gentle kiss against your burning forehead with a chuckle.

“My my, Princess. Had I known I would receive such wondrous reactions, I would’ve interrogated you earli-”

You slapped a hand over his mouth as your lips overturned into a slight pout, prompting another chuckle vibrating from that broad chest of his. And before you decided to storm off embarrassedly, you prodded him once in the chest with your alternate hand.

“Damn you, you…. stupid enemy of mine!”

Baffled, Mitsuhide couldn’t comprehend the term. And though he had quickly come to a conclusion that you were highly embarrassed by the pet name, he couldn’t help but grin at the irony of the name you had called him.

‘My enemy’… How fitting…

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“Nooo~… Stop calling me those nicknames already!”

You see, as much as you enjoyed being called these names, there was that dilemma you had foreseen: That furious blush you had first made appear on your face several days ago had not yet faded, thanks to the sudden change in nicknames, and now you were actively avoiding your boyfriend. Naturally, with a man like Mitsuhide and his string of spies, hiding yourself was near-impossible and so here you were in the middle of a War Council, ‘hiding’ yourself in Hideyoshi’s right shoulder- much to Mitsuhide’s chagrin.

Face also buried in your hands, you pressed your forehead against the green haori you made for Nobunaga’s right-hand man. The man in question, however, just reached over his shoulder with his left hand and ruffled your hair comfortingly while Masamune and Nobunaga remained curled in hysterics, though the latter was somewhat closer to Mitsunari’s giggles.

Somewhat.

Ieyasu’s mutters didn’t help either. As grumpy as he usually was, the mild ramblings of “What a waste of time” and “Foolish couples” only spurred on Masamune’s laughter, the latter having had the timely luck of positioning himself beside the porcupine-like male.

“But sugar,” Mitsuhide continued, grinning, “Seeing your face simply brightens my day! Won’t you show it to me?”

“Nooo~”

If anything, your face was now pressed almost painfully against Hideyoshi’s back. As for how out of character Mitsuhide was, both you and he could honestly care less. If there was just one thing you could choose at this moment in time, it would be for your lover to stop calling you those sugary-sweet nicknames he knew you would never become accustomed to.

“Come now, Mitsuhide,” Hideyoshi began, shaking his head with an unmissable frown, “Surely that’s enough teasing?”

And the said male just chuckled, agreeing with the rhetorical question as reaching over to coax you from your ‘hidden’ position with the brush of his fingers to your hair and nape.

“Princess? Will you accept this humble soul’s apology-?”

But if you had anything against it, it was lost to the pearls of laughter and your trembling shoulders from Mitsuhide’s words. Just what part of him had a ‘humble soul’ again? As far as you were concerned, he was the most unorthodox warlord of them all… In his own way. (You had to admit, all the warlords you knew were unorthodox in their unique way.) I mean, how often do you see warlords carry out tortures on their own will? How often do you see warlords tease the way he does?

Mitsuhide was everything but ‘a humble soul’.

“Mitsuhide- love-” you wheezed between breaths of laughter, “Stop. Just stop, okay?”

Slapping your knee, you had unknowingly and audibly labelled your lover with a pet name selected on your own- something only Mitsuhide knew to be a mistake of yours. (You had long claimed yourself to be unable to call him by any other name than his own, after all.) But the other warlords- luckily- hadn’t taken notice, only smiling gently at the sound of your laughter.

Yet you padded over anyway, lips still tilted upwards as a reminder of your earlier fit of giggles, landing gently in Mitsuhide’s lap.

“Welcome back, little mouse.”

Though you had chosen to sit across his lap (rather than in his lap), your arms were wrapped around his neck and your face hidden in his right shoulder. And if it weren’t for the relaxed sigh and your overly-warm breath, he would’ve imagined that crimson blush drifting against his chest as his arms wound around your own. The sigh was one of comfort, he supposed, running his fingers through your hair and untangling what was knotted. Was it perhaps something to do with that old nickname he had brought back?

Ah, he chuckled to himself, I suppose I should question that later. There are more pressing concerns here, after all.

When the warlords were finally dismissed from their posts- granted, with open laughter from Nobunaga at the speed Mitsuhide had exited the room- the golden-eyed kitsune made a beeline to your shared room carrying you princess-style. Sliding the door shut with a talented foot, he settled you down in the futon gently and joined you, sliding a large, calloused hand in your own smaller ones.

“Princess,” he greeted, pressing his lips against your intertwined hands, “Will you look at me?”

Reverting your gaze, your eyes met his own, glittering deep with thought.

“Will the princess grace me with her thoughts?”

Your lips curled into a smile as you stared at the ceiling in wonder. Sure, you were willing to share your thoughts with him, though you supposed some form of teasing was required after everything he had put you through that week.

“And why should I?”

Crossing your arms, you huffed in false irritation though the small upturn of your lips spoke wonders. Teasing him in return was all you had wished for, but your fox-eyed lover had caught sight of that grin, along with that strange sparkle in your eye of the telltale cheekiness. And he played along, intertwining his opposing hand with your own and pushing you gently down to the futon below. His lips fell upon your own, greedily kissing you breathless. Panting quietly as he slowly raised his head, he took note of the sweet blush that had once again made it’s way to the curve of your cheeks.

“I was just thinking about how I’d much rather hear your nicknames for me, rather than the ones from… Well, my time.”

Mitsuhide’s chest just rumbled as his laughter- a true one- echoed through the room and sat up, pulling you into his lap.

“Of course, princess. Anything you ask for, you’ll receive.”

Pressing his lips gently against your forehead, you hummed against his chest in satisfaction. You didn’t need any of that. Any item Hideyoshi or anything else someone had given you was easily replaceable- something you had long since learnt. But it was he, that handsome, fox-eyed man that took your breath away; both literally and figuratively. It was he who managed to steal the one thing you initially weren’t willing to give- your heart- and that, solely, was what made him irreplaceable.

“I’ll never need anything more than you.”

The gentle squeeze around your waist was more than enough to tell you how he felt.

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Bonus:

“Hm… If I recall correctly, you once called me “an enemy”. Care to elaborate? Hm?”

Cackling, your head tilted backwards as you, too, recalled the event. It was unintentional but the so-called term of endearment had suddenly come forth from the depths of your memory, prompting you to announce him as so.

There was no way in hell you would tell him just where you had learnt the name though. That much would be far too confusing for someone who knew next to nothing of modern shenanigans.

“That,” you wheezed in between words, “is a Korean pet name translated directly to Japanese.”

As Mitsuhide’s eyes narrowed playfully from opposite the table, you held your hands up in mock surrender, backing away slowly as he stood.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear-”

But it was far too late. Long, pale and calloused had reached your sides, digging and poking gently as peals of precious laughter left your lips from his form of torture, left specifically for you. Your eyes were shut tightly as tears peered through the corner of your eyes, missing the joyful grin-cross-smile on Mitsuhide’s face.

“I- oh god- I yield! Mitsuhide! I- I yield!”

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And whether for the better or for the worse, every single time Hideyoshi would proclaim your lover to be a traitor, albeit using the term ‘enemy’, you would snicker quietly, only to soon send yourself into hysterics at the sight of Mitsuhide’s lips curled upwards in that same look of amusement.

And as usual, the warlords glanced at each other utterly perplexed at the sight.

Oh, if only the warlords knew why your laughter was so sweet.

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Story: Life Donors

To the person who said they thought Exchangeable Parts would be about organ donation. Here comes something that will disappoint them. Feedback and comments are always appreciated

Word Count: 3575

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(Distances, times, and proper nouns translated to their approximate human equivalents)

8 rotations (months) ago the homeworld of the Hilox had quietly entered into crisis mode. A lethal plague was sweeping through the population of it’s colony worlds. It was an old and familiar disease, dating to a pre space travel age, that had mutated into a deadlier form. Traditional treatments were failing to adequately treat the disease and only a heavily strained medical infrastructure kept the death toll from exploding exponentially. The media had labeled the new disease the Jinkor after a shapeshifting monster from old myths. Public disorder had been quelled, sometimes with force, and it was clear to those in power that the situation was teetering on the brink.

It is in this context that a report from a low ranking Xeno-Bio Department Tech was brought to the upper echelons of Hilox leadership and a coded request sent to the human embassy. What could amount to the saving grace for the Hilox constituted a forbidden curse.

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Dr. Alexa Khatri sat reading an email on her Screen, finger scrolling through a long list of numbers. The results from the last assay had come in and the lab techs were running analysis on the data. It was a little frustrating to have been called away but the official looking people who had knocked at her domicile had stressed the importance of her presence. As it was she was currently seated in the human Embassy’s waiting room orbiting around the homeworld of the alien species, the Hilox.

The artificial gravity was a close match to that of the planet below, approximately a 0.9 standard G. Which was good for Alexa who had lived all her life on low gravity planets. It was part of the reason she had accepted the job offer to work on the planet below with its lighter gravity, that and the opportunity to work with aliens. Now several rotations later she still enjoyed her work and had a number of friends with her Hilox neighbors and coworkers, in addition to the fellow human coworkers at the research institute.

Why the Embassy requested her was still somewhat unclear. Given her expertise in Hilox biology, the obvious answer was they wanted a local scientist familiar with Hilox anatomy. Specifically a medical expert. She wondered how she ended up on that list. Maybe everyone else had said no.

The doors of the waiting room slid open and a well dressed woman of vaguely Asian descent walked through. Alexa turned off her Screen and stood as the stranger extended a hand.

“Doctor Khatri I presume. I am Ambassador Suwong.” Said the woman, a charming smile on her face.

“Yes. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The two women shook hands. The Ambassador gestured for Khatri to follow her into the hallway. Khatri tucked her Screen away and hurried to catch up.

“I hope your trip was pleasant.”

“Ah yes, the shuttle ride was very short.”

“Mm, sorry to call you on such short notice but the Hilox called for this meeting just yesterday.”

“So what is my role here?”

Suwong stopped suddenly and Khatri nearly ran into her

“You mean you don’t know? I thought someone would have briefed you already.”

Khatri shook her head. Once she had arrived on the station she had been shunted into the waiting room and left to her own devices with everyone rushing off to other duties. Occasionally someone had popped into the room and asked for someone and when Khatri shrugged they had ran off before she could ask them a question. And somewhat afraid to wander in a government building she had stayed put.

“Well I don’t know quite what exactly either.” Suwong replied bluntly. She continued before Khatri could respond.

“All I know is that the Hilox said they want to discuss a recent plague some of their colonies are suffering some, some sort of request of aid. That’s why I called on you. You are the closest expert on Hilox physiology we could reach. I”m going to be relying on you to give me some context and translation for the science aspects.”

Khatri nodded her head.

“That was what I was told, I just thought there was more to it.”

Suwong shrugged. Khatri was a little alarmed at how cavalier she was being.

“I’m nearly in the dark as you are.”

Suwong pulled up a memo on her wrist screen.

“It’s what they call the Jinkor, they quarantined Joulkoub it’s gotten so bad.”

The two entered into a meeting room. A meeting room in name only as there were only a few chairs and no table with a young man pushing in another chair through a doorway.

“Doctor Khatri this is my aide, Terrance.”

Khatri shook Terrance’s hand. And they exchanged polite greetings.

“We’re expecting a party of 3 soon. Hurry up before they arrive.”

Terrance nodded and dashed out of the room.

“Where is everyone else?” Khatri asked, earlier it had appeared the embassy was a bustling hive but they had not met anyone in the corridors.

“A mercy fleet is on it’s way to help the Hilox and coordinating with the logistics and legal aspects of that alone has been distracting. Plus we have a variety of civilian organizations also looking to contribute. Everyone is working overtime to handle those requests. But don’t worry, we’ll have a team outside to back us up here by the time the Hilox arrive.”

The meeting wasn’t for another 2 hours. In that brief window of time Khatri read all the recent news bulletins and articles on the Jinkor. Historically the illness had been a viral infection which in late stages of illness would cause paralysis of respiratory organs resulting in death. Treatments and vaccines for the disease had been around for centuries limiting its effect to impoverished regions. But this resurgence appeared to be the result of a mutated strain that was resistant to treatments and rapidly advanced to the late lethal stages in a quarter the normal time. Khatri tapped a finger against her temple in thought.

Immunology was not Khatri’s specific field of expertise, but she knew enough of Hilox physiology to know the basic mechanism of the Hilox immunological systems and some of the more general treatments they applied. The Jinkor virus in her mind drew a parallel to the human disease polio, an ancient disease long since eradicated. There was no question that the disease was worrisome, but Khatri figured it was only a matter of time before the Hilox found a working treatment. The Hilox were an advanced race, with significant resources and the means to create a viable treatment. Why the Hilox would call request an emergency meeting with humans was beyond her.

The same question was running unspoken through Suwong’s mind as well. In between answering Khatri’s questions and summarizing the procedure of intergalactic negotiations she was also looking over previous briefings. Trying to gauge what the Hilox attitudes or requests would be. Her report on the Hilox request had been processed by Central and they were in the dark as much as her. They didn’t say that in such terms but the phrased reply, “proceed cautiously and give continual updates”, certainly gave that impression.

The Hilox and Federation could be described as distant in relations. The Hilox existed in a region of space that had a number of other sentients and the Federation became just another in a long list for them to ignore. In the grand scheme of things there were certainly worse ways to be regarded. There existed peace, but it was a dull peace. Besides the usual trade, travel, and border negotiations there was little other official activity between the two interstellar civilizations. Private enterprises like that of Suwong’s company only retained a small fairly nominal presence in Hilox space. The arrival of the mercy fleet would mark one of the largest interactions to date. Central’s summarized position on the Hilox had remained the same since first contact, good neighbors. Suwong hoped that wouldn’t change today.

As the time of the meeting approached Suwong passed Khatri a screen from a briefcase Terrance had brought in when he had returned from another trip.

“I should have done this earlier, but it slipped my mind. This is a locked screen, protocol dictates we use them for any official business. Go ahead and transfer any data you have right now. It has a secure connection to the Internet so you can still look up things. As I’m sure you are aware the Hilox communicate with us via text and you should find the texting app on there already.”

Khatri took the screen. It was slightly heavier than hers and its lock screen emblem was that of the Embassy’s. Connecting the two she transferred the files she had saved and set her own screen away. Suwong set her screen on the table and turned to the two.

“As we discussed earlier. I’ll be taking lead for the discussions. I’ll ask Professor Khatri if I need clarification. Terrance, keep in connection with the others and follow normal protocol.”

Despite herself Khatri felt a slight tingling of excitement. Akin to when she was close to a breakthrough. There was an air of political intrigue beginning to permeate the air. She checked her reflection in the darkened screen and suddenly wished she had asked for a glass of water.

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Acolyte of Xeno Biology J’Xun sat nervously in the atrium just outside the doorway to the meeting room. Besides him towered the much larger Praetor K’Gholun, who was eyeing the Marine guard at the door with curiosity. J’Xun understood the interest. Humans remained a rare sight in Hilox space and for the Praetor who had an extensive military background, seeing a human soldier in person was bound to be something of interest. The Praetor’s aide, J’Ryn was closer to his own age and was busily compiling some file for the upcoming meeting.J’Xun could feel his body heat rising with the pressure. Lives were at stake and he sincerely wished someone else was in his place. But it was his team that had made the discovery which ostentatiously meant he had earned the honor. The bigger question would be if the humans would be willing to hear them out.

The guard at the door must have received a signal because he held up a display with the words, “They are ready.” written in Hilox in front. The doors slid open and the three entered.

There were three humans sitting at a long table. 2 dressed in similar uniforms, the other dressed in a different manner of uniform. J’Xun hadn’t studied humans enough to determine any more than that. Though he could presume the center human was the equivalent to the Praetor. There were 3 long chairs set up for Hilox physiology. And J’Xun eased into the one facing the mismatched human. The human eyed him levelly, somewhat unnerving the reclusive scientist.

Praetor K’Gholun “spoke” first. The words appearing in between the two species on a glass pane in the middle of the table in language readable to both sides.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice. I am Praetor K’Gholun representing the Hilox government.”

The middle human entered something into a device and words now in a different color began to scroll across the glass.

“It is not problem, I understand it is a matter of great urgency. I am Ambassador Suwong.”

The other four introduced themselves the different colored text displaying their identity and names.

And so the meeting began. With the Praetor giving context.

“As I’m sure you are aware there is a significant health crisis on several of our worlds. The Jinkor as the media has labeled it. It is ravaging our populations and putting severe strains on our medical institutions. The situation is worse than we have let the public know. If things don’t turn around the collapse of the Hilox civilization will be inevitable. We believe the humans can assist us.”

Ambassador Suwong took a moment to remind the Hilox of their active efforts.

“I assume you are talking about more than physical aid. The mercy fleet we have volunteered is on it’s way, and some civilian organizations are already on the ground.”

“The charity given by humanity is greatly appreciated. But our request today is something more... controversial.”

The fact that the Praetor had typed out what the computer had translated into ellipses was not lost on the Federation Ambassador, her earpiece having gone silent as the other room listened in closely.

“I will let Acolyte J’Xun explain.”

J’Xun almost choked. The Praetor who had faced the Viscek hive legions and the Dark Spheres was balming in the face of the request. But then again, it was no small request, it was akin to asking the humans to sacrifice their lives. J’Xun gathered his thoughts, realizing that he would have to start at the beginning.

“Let me start at the beginning.”

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Khatri perked up at the word acolyte. It was the Hilox equivalent to scientist. Suwong looked at her and gave a slight nod. It was likely her turn to step up.

The acolyte began to go on. Paragraphs of text began to scroll along the glass. Suwong gave up on trying to decipher the technical jargon and instead turned to Khatri. Khatri felt like a translator, converting the Hilox terms to human ones and then converting those into a simpler versions for the other two to understand.

The acolyte and his team had been running tests with the Jinkor virus with various alien cell cultures. The purpose of this common test to confirm that there was no compatibility that would lead to cross species infection. Since diseases evolved to target specific organisms cross species infections were exceedingly rare, but the mere existence of that chance demanded such tests. In every case mixing infected Hilox cells with alien cells resulted in no sign of cross infection occurring in the alien cells. However there was an unusual outlier with the human sample. In every other test the infected Hilox cells had been destroyed as time progressed, usually as the infection progressed to end stage within the cells. But in the human samples, portions of Hilox cells had survived.

Further examination had led the team to discover that the human cells had forced the virus into a stage of latency, or remission. Leaving the Hilox cells untouched of signs of infection. This was a breakthrough. The mutations of the virus had resulted in difficulties in creating a vaccine. A quick clinical trial confirmed the initial results, human blood injected into a host ceased the progression of infection. A possible treatment in lieu of a vaccine.The team had gone further by attempting to isolate the elements that led to the Jinkor virus remission. Initially they thought it was the human immune system, but though the human immune cells were capable of destroying the virus they did not spare the Hilox cells either.

However after some more trials they isolated hemoglobin as the target molecule. Hemoglobin better known as red blood cells.

At this point Khatri interrupted. Her text providing a sharp break to the long string of the acolyte’s text.

“Wait, wait, wait. How do red blood cells cause a virus to go into remission?”

“Red blood cells?” The acolyte’s text queried back.

“Sorry, hemoglobin. What’s the mechanism behind forcing the virus into remission.”

“We are still trying to figure that out. But so far our tests have shown that an injection of purified hemoglobin sends the virus into remission.”

“But you must have a theory? The iron core or maybe its oxygen affinity?”

“We haven’t yet been able to determine that.”

“Fascinating.” Khatri said aloud. Seeing that Khatri was becoming lost in thought Suwong leaned forward to type out question.

“So what you are asking for is blood.”

At this the alien acolyte froze, looking at it’s compatriots who looked uncomfortable. After a great length the Praetor typed out.

“Yes.”

Suwong leaned back.

“So they want blood.” She muttered under her breath. That would be a fun report to write later. Terrance looked like he was about to have an aneurism. Her own earpiece had gotten unusually silent as well.

The ambassador looked at Khatri speaking directly to her.

“If we gave them permission to produce human blood what would that entail? If I recall my high school biology correctly blood cells are extremely simple.”

“Blood cells come from stem cells. Giving them access would be incredibly controversial, regardless of intent.” Khatri said shutting that option down.

Terrance spoke up as well.

“We also don’t have any industries that produce blood in the quantities required. It’s never been needed. But there are other options. The mercy fleet is still stockpiling supplies. We could ask them to pick up human blood, even filter out the white blood cells.”

Suwong nodded eyeing the aliens sitting across the table who were visibly becoming distressed with the ongoing discussion. She tapped a message into the Screen.

“We would be willing to assist.”

Terrance immediately began tapping on his Screen, undoubtedly communicating with the others in the other room to get to work.

The aliens seemed to visibly relax, the aide appearing to quaver with emotion. The Praetor carefully typed a message.

“Your sacrifices will never be forgotten.”

*Uh, what?* Suwong frowned. Even for a Hilox that phrasing was odd.

“It will not be a big sacrifice, humans give blood all the time.”

This seemed to startle the scientist alien who interjected.

“Is blood not vital for you to live? How can extracting blood not be lethal?”

Suwong realized that the Hilox had a poorer understanding of human biology than her.

“Blood is replaced continuously, and humans give blood all the time.”

After a second she added, “We don’t give all the blood, just about a half liter at a time. It’s a careful procedure which ensures safety of the donor.”

This seemed to shock the aliens, and Khatri suddenly recalled that they had no such medical practice. Humans were surprisingly lacking in diversity compared to other species, at a broad scale anyway. Even dogs had at least 13 major blood groups compared to human’s 4. Even just looking at the three Hilox in front of her she could see a drastic size difference and unique head shape between each of them. If she recalled correctly the acidity of Hilox blood could vary from 6 to 10 which would make the notion of standardizing blood transfusions quite absurd.

The aliens still seemed stunned. “Why would you take blood?” This time it was the aide who was asking.

“In case someone needs it.” Suwong said, somehow inserting a shrug into her line of text.

“Loss of blood as you said previously can be fatal to humans. Which is why having a storage of blood on hand is beneficial to us.”

Khatri interrupted, ignoring the aliens who silently grappled with the implications of what Suwong had just described.

“I was doing some research on that, the nearest sizable blood bank is over 2 months away. Blood can only be kept in cold storage for maybe 50 to 60. There are smaller ones that are closer, but I’m talking really small. We should look into a fresher source.”

“Getting rather vampiric aren’t we.” Suwong joked.

Khatri ignored her, and continued on.

“I would suggest we look into the Trident Warp Hub. Lots of humans funnel through there to get to this region. An impromptu bank could be opened there.”

“Yeah. That’s a good idea.” Suwong affirmed.

*We could also pull some blood out of whatever troops we have stationed in the sector.* She thought to herself.

The meeting closed with the cementing of details. Despite the Hilox’s somewhat awkward efforts, Suwong declined the their offer of compensation. The task of gathering the blood would be left for the humans to manage. Leaving the Hilox to prepare for the arrival of the mercy fleet. The Hilox delegate left feeling quite relieved, having evaded offending the humans, and buying their people more time.

And thus the crisis was averted. When the call went out people responded. Analysts estimated that combat efficiency in some units dropped 10% with soldiers competing to give more blood against doctor orders. The mercy fleet rapidly distributing the aid across the affected zones. In some cases the humanitarian workers gave blood on the field. Directly infusing with the sickened Hilox when they encountered shortages. The blood shortages didn’t last long. Khatri’s proposition was inspired brilliance. Nearly half a million humans went through the Trident Warp Hub daily. Every human who arrived received a message from the diplomatic office, requesting their aid. Alien travelers were greeted with the unusual sight of hundreds upon thousands of humans giving blood. Laid back on couches and benches with devices pumping them for blood. Like a macabre harvest. Appearances aside the result was fantastic. The tidal wave of deaths was stemmed by human blood. Regular donations of blood continued until the Hilox were able to create a permanent cure. It was an act of charity that the Hilox would long remember, paving a path for the induction of the Hilox into the Federation.

#hfy #story #blood donor #sci fi #writing

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myaekingheart · 5 years

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67. Insecurity

Kakashi stared ahead with laser focus, picking up the pace as he tailed the enemy. The only thing left for him to do now was kill them. They had served their time, and there was no point in sparing them any longer. They ducked below a branch and landed on the ground, ready to fight. Kakashi followed suit.

“I’m excited to see how you fare, Kakashi of the Sharingan” one of the enemy-nin sneered.

“Don’t get cocky” Kakashi replied, narrowing his gaze. A second enemy lunged at him then and the battle officially began. Kakashi and his three opponents exchanged blows in a mostly silent battle, many of them really no match for him. He pinned one of them to a nearby tree and readied his kunai against their throat.

“Tell me, Kakashi” the enemy began, and there was a manic look in his eyes, “You got a family?” A sick smile spread across his face. “A nice wife and some kids? You seem like the domestic type.”

“That’s none of your business” Kakashi growled. Of course Rei flickered in the back of his mind, and the ring in the dresser, those memories of watching over Kushina. The promise of a future, and how unsteady it had seemed as of late. But no. He could not let himself get distracted. Not now.

The enemy shrieked with laughter, squirming in Kakashi’s grip. “I wonder what would happen if I just…paid them a little visit after we’re done here! Stop by to meet the old ball and chain. After all, someone will have to relay the news of your death.”

Kakashi gritted his teeth. “Don’t you dare” he growled, lunging forward, but the enemy somehow escaped. Dammit.

“So you do have a family!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands mockingly. “How sweet!”

Kakashi whipped around to face him, tightening his grip on his weapon. This was a dirty game this guy was playing. “I’d hate to know what your family looks like” Kakashi muttered. “You certainly have a face only a mother could love.”

By the time his backup arrived, Kakashi had taken down the jeering ninja and was in the process of oblitering the second. Anything to ensure these scum were no longer a threat.

He held Rei close that night, battered and bruised from work, and could hardly fall asleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about those men and what they said. Logically he knew it made no sense to be so bothered by it—he was well aware that they were nothing. They were gone now, anyway. That didn’t mean others couldn’t pose the same threat, though. For a fleeting moment, he was struck with an overwhelming anxiety then. Was this what the rest of his life would be like? Stuck constantly in fear of losing those he loved? He had already lost so much. But perhaps he was just oversensitive from the incident with Danzo. He felt grateful his girlfriend had come to her senses and decided against pursuing Root. I can’t stand to hurt you like this, she had cried that following morning. I’m tired of screwing everything up and hurting people no matter what I do. I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.

Out of the darkness, he could suddenly hear screams. Kakashi eyes snapped open, surveying his surroundings in an attempt to get his bearings. The screaming grew more and more distinct until he suddenly recognized the voice. He raced toward the source of the sound, landing in a clearing in the woods where Rei was on her knees bound and gagged. A shadowy figure pressed a kunai to her throat.

“Get away from her!” he insisted, but the enemy-nin did not respond. Rei stared back at him with fear and desperation in her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She squirmed in her bondage, then was presently elbowed in the face by her captor. An unending rage flowed through Kakashi.

“Such a shame” the enemy cooed, condescending. “All that effort, and you still couldn’t save her. You two would’ve had such cute kids, too.” Time seemed to slow then, and Kakashi was stuck. He tried to move forward but it was no use. He couldn’t look away. One last scream, and then blood splattered across the grass. No…

Kakashi snapped awake in a cold sweat, hyperventilating. It was still pitch black outside. He felt around the bed for Rei, pulling her into a tight embrace once he found her. She hardly woke up from his touch but that was fine by him. He just needed to hug her tight, to confirm that she was real and alive and safe.

The following day, their schedules had finally lined up for a mutual day off. Rei awoke fully prepared to take advantage of such a rare event, relaxing together and perhaps running some errands. It quickly became apparent, however, that that was not going to be the case. Kakashi was distant and distracted, as if he was walking through a thick fog. Rei tried to ignore it, assuming he was just worn out from his last mission, but when he nearly walked into a grocery stand, she couldn’t avoid it any longer.

“Kakashi, what the hell is going on with you?” she asked, tugging him into an alleyway for a semblance of privacy.

“W-what do you mean?” he asked, feigning ignorance though his tone was paranoid.

“I just almost saw the copy ninja get taken down by a cart of fucking apples” Rei fired back. “What is going on with you?”

Kakashi shook his head and rested a reassuring hand on Rei’s shoulder. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m just tired, alright?”

Rei eyed him suspiciously but knew better than to keep pressing. She had to pick her battles, and was well aware that if she truly wanted an explanation, she was not going to receive one in such a public place.

They returned to Kakashi’s apartment and he immediately set their paper bag on the counter and began unloading the groceries. Now that they were alone, though, Rei was not about to let him get away without answering her. She slid up onto the counter and tugged him away from his work, a stern expression on her face. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on now?” she asked.

He gently removed her hand from his sleeve and turned back to the groceries, but to no avail. Rei had him pinned. “I told you” he sighed. “I’m just tired. I had a rough assignment yesterday.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked. “What happened?”

“It’s really nothing” he insisted. Realistically, he knew she wasn’t buying it. She stared him down long and hard—he could feel her glare as he organized the ingredients for their dinner. After five whole minutes, his concentration faltering, he knew he had no choice. “Okay, fine” he sighed, turning back to face her. “Some things happened yesterday and it’s gotten me thinking about how dangerous our lives are.”

Rei immediately averted her eyes, swinging her legs despondently against the kitchen drawers. “Like what…?” she asked quietly.

Pursing his lips, Kakashi leaned against the counter and looked across the apartment through the window. “When I was taking down some enemies yesterday, one of them started threatening my family. He madesome assumptions and decided to try to get a rise out of me, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”

“Oh…” Rei said softly. She wasn’t about to say but you have no family, but she admittedly thought it. Everyone related to him was already dead. Unless…

“I had a dream last night that they really did it. That they came for you and took you away from me” he continued. She already knew what context he meant that in, and a shiver ran down her spine. “It was a bleak reminder that in the shinobi world, anything can happen. That one day we might not be able to come home to each other.”

Rei reached out and squeezed Kakashi’s hand. She didn’t dare mention Naru’s death. Despite having returned to work the week prior, she was still fragile amid the situation. As such, she didn’t particularly want to think about taxing things, regardless of whether or not they were true. Thoughts of their respective fates weighed heavy on her mind enough as it was.

Shaking her head, she replied, “I’m sure everything will be fine. They were just trying to distract you. Besides, we both know what we’re doing. I trust that you’ll stay safe and keep yourself alive.” She hoped to god she sounded convincing and stable. Kakashi rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, trying to calm himself if not her. She pasted a small smile on her face then and added, “Nothing is going to happen to either of us.”

Kakashi truly wanted to believe her, but he had already seen so much death and destruction in his life. The two of them alone had already been through so much together. The shinobi world was dark and cruel and unforgiving. It takes and takes and takes without any remorse. He drew Rei’s hand up to his lips and kissed it through his mask, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply. He considered the ring in his dresser. He considered just digging it up and proposing right now, as if a marital bond with her would protect her from all the evils of the world. But then she hopped down from the counter, pressing a hand to his cheek as she approached his bookshelf, and the moment was gone. He would have to wait for another chance. Defeated, he turned back to the groceries and began sorting out their dinner.

That night, he could hardly sleep again. Rei was destined to set off in the morning on her first big mission since her return to work. He looked over at her, rubbing her lower back and surveying the way the moonlight accentuated each curve of her bare body and peaceful face. He needed to act, and soon. Time was stumbling forever forward and if he procrastinated too long, he was going to run out of time. He couldn’t stand to lose her. Not to anyone or anything. Besides Guy, she was all he had left. He swore to protect her, and unlike the many promises he had broken in his past, this time he could not afford to fail. He refused to put himself through that pain again. He laid awake for hours overthinking it, replaying their youth in his head ten times over, before eventually passing out.

Come morning, he squinted awake to blinding sunlight directly hitting his eyes. The bed was empty. He checked the time. Dammit. He was late. Sitting up, he rubbed his forehead and then looked out the window. Rei had already set off.

#kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction

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x-mentalia · 6 years

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Thank you for your submission, the mods have accepted your application into the ring. Please have your blog ready by 06/02! Name: Laura Fontaine

Country: APH Belgium

Alias (Optional): Chrona

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 32

Species (Mutant/Human): Mutant

Group (X-Men/Brotherhood/Civilians/Government): X-Men

Appearance (1-2 Paras):

Laura stands at about five foot three inches or 160cm tall. She has green eyes and chin length blonde hair. Her build is fairly soft and graceful and she is a lot stronger than she appears to be at first. Although she is short and somewhat unintimidating at first, the Belgian woman is not afraid to let that lure people into a false sense of security. Laura enjoys tying her hair back when at her job or in costume. She has fair skin that freckles a bit in the sun.

Laura’s sense of style is feminine and practical. Even when she is not being active doing missions or hero work, she is running around after children or her son. She fully believes it is possible to have a functional wardrobe and also make it look good.

Face Claim (OCs must answer): Léa Seydoux

Personality ( 1-2 Paras with 3 Strengths and 3 Weaknesses ):

When one first meets Laura, the first impression that she usually gives off is someone who is bright and happy. Laura cares deeply for her family and loved ones and will rise up to protect them and innocent people who she perceives to be in danger. Laura is very good with children, and has been proven to be encouraging and patient when the time calls for it.

On the other side of the coin though, Laura can be incredibly stubborn and can hold a grudge for a while if someone really harms her family. She also has been known to be a bit bossy at times and rather nosy, sometimes asking questions that she really does not need the answer to. This has tempered some as she has grown up being a single mother for the most part but there are still times where old habits rear their ugly head. Laura also has the tendency to overthink decisions that need to be made, especially if they involve her powers, and will second guess herself.

At the end of the day, Laura is a survivor. She faced a nearly impossible situation that broke her heart but still found the strength to keep going. And she didn’t just keep her head down and survive, she ended up thriving for the most part. She threw her all into caring for her son and her students and eventually everyone else when she finally answered the call and allied herself with the X-men.

Strengths: Kind hearted, Independent, Good with kids, Strong, Hard working, Intelligent

Weaknesses: Nosy, Stubborn, Overthinks things, Holds grudges, Bossy at times, Not very good at letting people know when something bothers her.

Backstory (2-3 Paras):

Laura was born on April 19th, 1985 to David and Annemarie Fontaine. She had a mostly normal childhood in Brussels, Belgium with a loving family. Her powers remained latent for the first decade or so of her life and only began revealing themselves when the Belgian reached puberty. Since her abilities are not super flashy, she remained mostly under the radar from the public until a young and impulsive Laura first tried suiting up and joined the number of mutants in Europe. The environment there was not as suspicious of mutants as United States but she still tried to keep her two lives separate.

Laura fell in love in secondary school with one Benjamin Vandroogenbroeck and they had a whirlwind romance. Unfortunately, as young people in love can be, they were not as careful as they should have been and Laura ended up becoming pregnant at the age of 17 in her final year of secondary school. Laura was nothing but determined though and she didn’t let that stop her. She married Benjamin and on June 15th, 2003 they welcomed Henri, their son, into the world.

She started University that fall with Benjamin and her family helping her care for her son and balancing school at the same time. Having a son made Laura take a step back from hero work since she had to focus on her personal life.

Unfortunately, another tragedy was about to fall on their little family. Before Henri was even one year old, Benjamin was killed as collateral damage from a villain attacking Brussels. The villain was defeated by other mutants in the city but Laura’s family was forever changed. She began to rely even more heavily on the support of her family, ultimately going back to her maiden name but leaving Henri with his father’s last name in Benjamin’s honor. Her younger sister Iris was a rock during this time of her life. Laura continued on with school though since she had already started and even continued on to get her master’s degree and her teaching certifications.

Once she graduated from University she received a job offer from a civilian school in the States. Henri was just turning 6 and although it was difficult to leave her support system, she and Henri left for America in late summer of 2009. Henri began school and began thriving and Laura enjoyed working as a teacher. She quickly got the feeling that mutants were much more at risk in America and worked to keep her powers under wraps for the sake of her son maintaining a more normal life. Especially as it became apparent that he did not inherit the mutant gene.

The years passed and eventually Laura received an invitation to teach at Xavier’s School for Gifted Children to help the younger students there. She lives outside of the mansion with Henri but worked out an agreement that her son can stay in the mansion if she is ever called out on a mission with the X-Men. The two of them have reached a new normal and Henri is now 14, almost 15 while Laura is 32.

Mutant Questions

Ability: Time Manipulation

Her ability manifests in a few different ways as listed below:

Slowing or Stopping time to others while moving freely. Laura creates a “bubble” around herself with the affected time flow and it can expand to be about the size of a closed room. She can also bring another person with her into this bubble as well if she needs to. Occasionally this gives her the appearance of moving at accelerated speeds or even teleporting to nearby areas but really it is just her messing with time because the time around her is moving slower than how it seems to everyone else.

Temporal Rewind. Not to be confused with her acceleration or slowing of time. She is always very careful with this ability to go back in time and rarely uses it unless things are dire.

Temporal cognition and awareness. Laura knows exactly what time it is, even when she is messing with the flow of time, and she can identify time travelers and anomalies in the timeline. This is how she knows not to change things too drastically.

Drawbacks/Limits of the ability:

While Laura’s abilities seem vast, there are some major restrictions that she has to deal with that limits her abilities. Laura going back time works a lot like the time turners in Harry Potter where she cannot change events that she knows happened. Laura also has no way of going to the future at all or knowing what is to come. The past has already happened and is stable but the future has so many possibilities that there is no way she could jump ahead and return without altering the current timeline. She also cannot bring people back with her into the past at all and she can only go back a day at the most. Using this ability completely wipes her out and she cannot double up and go back to that time again. She just has one chance or else the timeline gets too unstable.

With slowing and stopping time there are not as many drawbacks and it is easier for her since time is still moving forward or just pauses briefly. It drains her to stop time completely and when she brings others with her it drains her even more. Laura has an easier time messing with the flow of time in enclosed spaces like a single room without a lot of people in it than anywhere else. Her other abilities don’t drain her energy at all although it can be a bit annoying knowing exactly what time it is no matter when.

Non-mutant Question

Why would a mutant care about your existence? (Important if you’re grouped with the X-Men or Magneto): N/A

Lit Writing Sample:

Someone close to you has just discovered you are a mutant, how does your muse react before the other can reveal their feelings?

The evening began normally enough. Laura had finished her teaching for the day and had picked her son up from his after school childcare on her way home. While she always felt a bit guilty about not picking Henri up herself, the seven year old understood and seemed to enjoy his time with his friends that he had made there. Once the two of them had arrived home she began preparing their dinner while Henri worked on his homework at the kitchen table. She was always there if he had questions to help point him in the right direction.

Today though, something was bothering her son. She could tell. He was not focusing on his school work at all really and kept sneaking glances towards her as if he was thinking hard about something.

“Hey, Maman?” the boy asked, finally setting down his pencil. It seemed that he had decided it was time to bring up what was on his mind.

“Yes? Is something the matter, Bud?” she replied, turning to face Henri and giving him a reassuring smile.

“Um… well, today at school… we started learning about mutants and some of their history… and… it made me start doing some thinking.” Henri continued, trying to put his thoughts into words. “It made me think about some of the times where you seemed to move more quickly than normal or when you were suddenly just there. And… I just was curious if you were one of them? One of the mutants?”

Laura stilled at the question. She had not really thought that Henri would bring up this topic quite yet. Mutants were not really talked about as openly back in Europe as they were here so maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised. Her son’s face betrayed nothing about his thoughts on the matter except curiosity and she realized she was going to have to be honest with him and try to explain it the best that she could. Although she had tried not to use her abilities around Henri as often, her son was still smarter than most people gave him credit for with his somewhat goofy personality.

“Well, yes. Yes I suppose I am a mutant.” Laura explained carefully, “I was born with some abilities involving time although I don’t use them as much anymore. After your Papa died I was too focused on caring for you and going to school and I began only really using them to protect you if you were in danger. But I am still the same person as I have always been. I just have some extra abilities that you now know about that we need to keep secret, okay?”

Henri was quiet for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah, okay. A lot of what they told us about in school were about mutants who did bad things but there were some good ones too. You are one of the good ones, right?” he asked, tilting his head.

Laura laughed quietly and went over to ruffle her son’s hair. “Yes, of course I was when I was still active. And maybe one day I will be active again but right now I just want to do my most important job yet. Being a good mom to you. But in order for me to continue keeping you safe we have to keep this quiet, okay? The other kids may make trouble if they knew that and we could be in danger.”

Henri pulled an annoyed face and tried to duck out from under her hand before laughing. “Yeah, okay. I won’t tell them. It can be a secret! Almost like a spy!”

Laura grinned and nodded before she went to go back to check on their dinner. “I suppose that is close enough. And you don’t want to blow my cover too early, right?”

“Right!” Henri exclaimed before picking up his pencil and started working on his school work once more. He seemed more at ease now that he had finally asked the question that had been bothering him.

Laura let out an internal sigh of relief. That had gone about as well as she could have expected and she counted her blessings that the two of them had a close bond already. It would take more than this to shake the two of them. It certainly helped that Henri was still young and had not grown up to fear mutants like a lot of his classmates. Perhaps it was for the best that he found out now so she could continue to help him as he learned more, both about the good and the bad.

#accepted

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nemesis-nexus · 6 years

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Darkest Greetings and Salutations my Family, how is everyone? I am doing quite well myself, taking a moment to think of all those who fought and those who continue to fight for this country and it never ceases to amaze me how ignorant our government is when it comes to the needs of our returning soldiers! This Veterans Day take a moment to say THANK YOU to all those who volunteered to go to war and put their lives on the line for the rest of us! ***ALL GAVE SOME, SOME GAVE ALL!*** Veteran's Day Sermon Hail Satan Great Dragon and strongest of the War Gods hear us! On this day we honor those who put their well-being aside and voluntarily risked it all to fight on behalf of millions of people they don't know and will never meet! The kind of sacrifice that is made by our soldiers is not anything to ever take lightly; they not only put their own lives at risk, they also leave their families behind to worry about them for the duration of their tour. This not only deserves acknowledgement, it deserves the respect of EVERY SINGLE PERSON regardless of whether they "agree with the war" or not! When a soldier enlists, no matter which branch of the military they join, they are saying "tonight you can sleep easy, no one is going to hurt you if I have anything to say about it!" They say this not only to their own families and friends, they say it to the person working the checkout at the supermarket, the school teacher trying educate the children, the pump jocky's and grease monkey's keeping people on the road, but that's not all... They are also saying to those protesting the war that even they will live to see another day because our soldiers are willing to fight, and die, for their right to protest. That kind of dedication is rare especially when people act not only ungrateful but resentful towards those who are willing to put themselves in harms way so that they don't have to! Father please watch over our troops wherever they are stationed, be it at home or abroad, help them to keep it together despite how much strain they may be under so that they are able to maintain order in their spirits as well as within the ranks! Help them to stay alert and aware of their surroundings so that nothing goes unnoticed! Help them maintain a high morale so they don't lose themselves to the rigors of the combat zone! Help them to keep marching forward until such time as they come marching home! Marduk, you who fought against the most difficult enemy one could ever go up against please also help the families of enlisted soldiers to come to terms with the decision that their loved ones have made! It is not selfish for any family or friend to become upset at the idea that their loved one will be shipped off to a war zone, however, they need to respect the choice that was made! Help those who have family and friends actively deployed to maintain a sense of hope and courage, especially those with young children, so that they can in turn give their deployed loved ones a boost when they it! They say that war is hell and they're right it is, not only are you subject to horrific events and sites on a daily basis but you also come face to face with their own mortality. Those who survive the conflict oftentimes return home to hostility from those that they selflessly protected because those people did not support the war. They also come home to find that their benefits and income are non-existent, many find themselves on the street and even more find themselves waiting for months and sometimes years just to see a doctor. One absolutely unacceptable and unforgivable reality is that our government treats are returning soldiers as though they are expendable and would have been better off had they been killed overseas! The proof of this is in the fact that several VA hospitals are dilapidated and infested and also that several returning soldiers died just waiting to be seen at all! No one who willingly put their own life on the line to protect an entire nation from the devastation of war on its own soil deserves to be treated like a discardable pawn on a chessboard! No one who voluntarily travels to foreign lands with the intention of helping the citizens of those countries learn to defend themselves against their enemies deserves to be ignored by the government that sent them there! No one who sacrifices everything including their own peace of mind deserves to end up on the streets reliving the nightmares in their heads because they are not given the psychiatric attention they need to be able to deal with what they've been through! Father we know that because we were given free will to do whatever we want that we can't expect you to intervene on any one sides behalf, if people want to start these wars then people need to fight these wars and also figure out how to deal with the aftermath of these wars. You are not responsible for the decisions or the actions of the human race, both are entirely at our discretion and as such both are nobody's responsibility but our own! The one thing that we have going for us as a race is that when push comes to shove that many of us will band together even if we had issues with each other in the past! We do this because humans are social creatures even if we are not always social towards each other, we do it as a matter of survival not only for ourselves but for those we care about as well! There are those who allow their petty differences to prevent them from aiding those that need it, they are the ones who are soldiers fight and die for so that they can be that selfish and cruel! Thankfully these self-centered dolts are few and far between so they have a tendency to be the loudest group because they're so full of their own shit that everybody else just has to hear about it! When they start getting noisy the rest of us just need to be noisier, let them know that even if we don't agree with the war that we still have to support our troops because they did take it upon themselves to enlist so the self-righteous jackasses didn't have to! So the next time you see someone on the street with a sign that says that they are a veteran, don't just throw a couple bucks at them and wish them the best, instead try to help them to become gainfully employed or even find volunteer opportunities! Many of our veterans want to work, most of them do not want to be on public assistance, there is something to be said about maintaining a level of dignity! One of the most frustrating things for all of our veterans is trying to live with the war that is still raging in their heads! PTSD is a very real and very debilitating psychological condition that oftentimes impedes our veterans from being able to fully return to civilian life because with the more severe cases it does not take much to trigger it: for example the slamming of a car door can cause them to duck for and fireworks on the 4th of July brings back memories of being constant hail of bullets which is why many veterans cannot attend fireworks displays because it is too traumatizing for them! These are only two examples of the kinds of issues our veterans deal with on a day to day basis and it's compounded when our government does not afford them access to any kind of medical attention! Our veterans deserve better than this! Father we know that you are always with them from the day that they enlist until the day that their deployment ends to guide and watch over them; we ask that when it comes time for them to march off into the sunset, no matter whether it is on the battlefield or after they return stateside, that you spread your wings and give them the hero's welcome home! Where we may fail in the human world when it comes to taking care of our soldiers, please rise to the occasion as you always do and let them once again know the peace and tranquility that was stolen from them during their deployment! HAIL SATAN! "Warrior's Code I will gather my strength and I will gather my will, to face the enemy in any battle! I will not run and I will not hide, I will march with my unit side by side! I will keep in my heart my friends and family, their support helps me through this bloody calamity! As I sit under the sky appreciating the sound of silence, I know all too well it may suddenly erupt in violence! I count the stars and my mind starts to drift, recalling family and friends life's most precious gift! I do what I do not for fortune or fame, but so that the lives of others will remain the same! To keep my countrymen free from pain, anguish and despair is the reason I chose to be here! I put on the Kevlar then pick up my gun and I wonder if tomorrow will be the last time I see the sun! I am grateful for my sisters and brothers in arms, we have each others six and we defend one another from harm! A promise was made to defend our country from all enemies domestic and foreign and that promise will be kept no matter how severe the situation we are in! In our bases, on our tanks and on our shoulders that flag will always wave symbolizing the land of the free and the home of the brave! Though we may be far from our friends and family, we know in our hearts we are one even though we are many! One day is not enough to acknowledge those who fought and continue to fight for our freedom, remember to always show respect and thank a Vet every time you see them!" ZI ANA KANPA! ZI KIA KANPA! MAY THE DEAD RISE AND SMELL THE INCENSE! Etiamsi MULTA Et Nos UNUM Sumus Nos Sto Validus Ut Nos Sto Una! Semper Veritas, Semper Fideles, In Diabolus Nomen Nos Fides! AVE SATANÍ! (We Are ONE Even Though We Are MANY And We Stand STRONGEST When We Stand TOGETHER! Always TRUTHFUL, Always FAITHFUL, In Satan's Name We Trust! HAIL SATAN!) Ave URURU! Ave EA! Ave DIMUZI! Ave ININNI! Ave GILGAMESH! Ave ENKIDU! Ave TIAMAT! Ave ABSU! Ave MARDUK! Ave SARPANITUM! Ave SATANÍ! HAIL SATAN! HPS Meg "Nemesis Nexus" Prentiss

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