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vulture-writes-stuff · 1 year

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i came running so fast as soon as i saw ur arven x reader content, it was so pleasing to read and arven is such a good guy 😭 i hope it's alright to request something! would u be willing to write grusha x nb reader? maybe something about where the reader is his assigned bodyguard who needs to escort him somewhere important, seeing as he's a gym leader and all! but in the end, pls write whatever u feel most comfy with :) have a nice day!

I did my best with this because I adore Grusha!! He's such a good boy I think hes very funny

I also like how people lost their minds upon finding out he's a man, comedy gold

Thank u for requesting flower Anon!! Enjoy the food 🌻

Grusha X NB Reader

Every gym leader gets a bodyguard, but why is Grusha's so... Protective of him? He knows they should remain professional, but it's hard to.

Reader is not the SV protagonist. Their origin and general story remains ambiguous, but they're explicitly mentioned to be a fairy-type specialist. Their full team is brought up - they have an Azumarill, a Dachsbun, a Tinkaton, a Mimikyu, a shiny Sylveon, and an Arcanine with fairy tera-type. They're mentioned to be strong enough to lift Grusha with relative ease.

It was so damn cold.

Grusha spent almost every day up here on the mountain, running his gym... It was often the last one challengers took on, not only because of the trip, but because he was quite tough when he wanted to be.

And yet, despite that, he was freezing cold right now. He was on his way down Glaseado mountain to get to Mesagoza, because he has to meet with Geeta (she called annual meetings with all the gym leaders to see how everything was going). Of course, this was the one day the Flying Taxis couldn't get all the way up the mountain.

Grusha stuffed his hands into his pockets, nestling his face further into his scarf. He was at least thankful that, despite the bitter frost that made his face numb, he wasn't alone. Recently, the gym leaders had been appointed bodyguards - quite a stark change from their usual solitude, but an incident with a rowdy pack of Maschiff meant they needed an extra hand.

His bodyguard walked by his side, wearing a heavy overcoat that looked surprisingly warm. They didn't seem all that bothered by the weather, keeping pace with him as he trudged through the snow. Their Arcanine, the largest one he'd ever seen, padded alongside them. Its every breath made the air turn to mist, and its paws left melted prints in the snow.

Grusha had realized quite recently that he had a crush on them. Unsurprising, all things considered. They were attractive, and genuinely cared about his needs... Even if their solutions tended to be a little extreme. He could still vividly recall when his old injury was acting up, right in the middle of a gym battle, and they swooped in to physically pick him up so he could continue fighting without straining his body.

It had been embarrassing in the moment, but they were warm. And nice.

Grusha didn't realize he'd zoned out until he felt a weight land on his shoulders, draped over him like a cape. They'd taken off their coat to give it to him, more concerned about his comfort than theirs.

"That's a bad idea," Grusha said, though he didn't return their jacket. "You're gonna freeze."

"I'll be fine, I've got Arcanine." They said, giving the Legendary Pokemon a pat on the side. The Arcanine let out a soft wuff, exhaling a small puff of smoke in the process. "You look like you're going to collapse, so you need it more than me."

"...Thanks." He hadn't realized how fatigued he was until now, grabbing the collar of the coat and pulling it a little closer around himself. Grusha's face twinged with a faint blush, savoring the extra warmth he got.

The pair continued to walk in silence, and Grusha was faintly aware of the other drawing closer to him. He could see the wary expression on their face, see them tense up momentarily... And then he saw what they saw. The menacing glint of eyes from the slopes above.

Grusha was swept off his feet as they grabbed him, lifting him with an alarming amount of ease. He heard the cry of a sneasel, and the sound of way too many footsteps rapidly approaching.

"Hang on to me," They said curtly, unclipping the premier balls from their belt and throwing them behind them. Grusha grabbed onto them as best he could, glancing over their shoulder - a pack of sneasel, the largest he'd ever seen, lead by a trio of mean-looking weavile. He'd only ever seen his bodyguard's Arcanine. The rest of their team was... Mildly surprising to him.

A scowling Azumarill fought off a small horde on its own, knocking a few through the air with a swing of its heavy tail. A Dachsbun wearing a shell bell was providing support from the back, battling the sneasel that interrupted it. A Tinkaton and a Mimikyu were ferocioously fighting two of the weavile, easily holding their own, and a blue-furred Sylveon was backing up their Arcanine. Grusha hadn't taken them for a fairy type specialist, but he supposed it wasn't his place to judge.

They took off at a sprint, pursued by a few stragglers and the last of the weavile. Grusha saw the dangerous glint of claws tear at their shirt, but they were quick enough to evade the worst of the attack.

Heavy footfalls alerted Grusha to their Arcanine's return, the Pokemon grabbing its trainer by the scruff and dropping them onto its back. It sprinted down the mountain at full speed, and the sounds of battling slowly faded... Grusha could hear the telltale sound of Pokemon being returned, though.

Despite being supported by the Arcanine now, Grusha clung to them like a lifeline. He certainly didn't feel like he was in danger anymore - he was actually quite comfortable. They were warm, much warmer than the cold world around them, their arms wrapped comfortingly around him.

Their relationship should have been strictly professional, all things considered, but he found himself longing for more.

"Grusha." They said, like they'd read his thoughts. "Are you alright? Not hurt?"

"Of course I'm not. Are you hurt? It looked like that weavile nailed you pretty bad..." He sat up slightly.

"No, no, it only grazed me. Nothing I can't manage." They shrugged it off, adjusting their grip on him. "You fought well, Arcanine. Thank you for carrying us, I know you're not fond of chauffering."

The Arcanine huffed again, continuing its journey down the mountain. They sat in silence again, the only real sound being Arcanine's footsteps.

"So... You never told me about your team." Grusha was the first to speak.

"You never asked." They chuckled lightly, propping their chin on his shoulder without thinking. His heart skipped. "Arcanine was my first Pokemon. Caught him out in the wild out of sheer dumb luck, only found out about how he could terastallize later. The rest of my team I caught later, Sylveon was the last one I found. She was only a little Eevee at the time."

"Huh." He mused thoughtfully, leaning into them. "It's just rare to see someone specialize in fairy types."

"Not as rare as you might think. You just see a whole lot of fire, fighting and steel types."

"...That's probably true, actually." Grusha groaned. "I think I've seen more Skeledirge in my lifetime than any other living person."

They laughed, a lovely sound that made Grusha's heart race yet again. He couldn't take it any more! He tugged his scarf down with one hand, the other resting lightly on the back of their neck.

They had very little time to react as he pulled them down, their noses bumping awkwardly together as his lips met theirs. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins from the sneasel encounter, the roaring blizzard in his heart finally settling. The kiss lasted for what felt to be an eternity, unbroken even by the blistering wind.

The human need for oxygen forced them apart, and the glint in their eye spoke a thousand words.

"A reward," He started, snuggling into his scarf again. "For doing your job well. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there."

"I'm... Flattered." They were the embarrassed one for once, unable to meet his eyes. "Grusha, are you... Sure you wanted to do that? I mean, I don't mind, it's just- well, the league might frown upon it, and-"

"To hell with the league." Grusha groaned. "You're adorable when you get all formal, you know. I don't care what Geeta or anyone else say, I really like you."

They were bright red to the very tips of their ears, a shade of scarlet that rivaled their Arcanine's fiery orange. They didn't say anything further, but Grusha noticed how they pulled him closer against him.

He let his head fall against their shoulder, the air finally warming as they reached the base of the mountain. The trip to Mesagoza would be long from here, but...

Well, with all that off his chest, Grusha knew he could make it.

This is so short and I am really sorry, I had a hard time writing this!!! It's not anything to do with the request, it's just my first time writing a dynamic like this 😭😭😭

It's getting late and I have work tomorrow so I'm going to post this as it is, hope you enjoy either way

#grusha x reader #pokemon grusha x reader #gym leader grusha x reader #fanfic #x reader #writers on tumblr #x nonbinary reader #pokemon x reader #gym leader grusha #i did my best !!!#also team is mildly inspired by my old fairy type team back in the day #with some modernized changes #flower anon

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sage-nebula · 1 year

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STH - Finalizing the Pre-Departure Checklist

Notes: I actually have another fic that I've been intending to have finished today, but partway through writing the conclusion of that fic I got distracted by the idea for this one, so here is this for now. I will clean it up later. Spoilers for the ending of Sonic Frontiers, as well as for the Sonic 1 ending cutscene from Sonic Origins.

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Filled water canteens, check. Canned food and energy bar provisions, check. Instant coffee canister, check. Miles Electric, check. Wooden comb, check. Dry shampoo, check. Blankets, check. Magnet gun, flash bombs, emergency grenades—check, check, check. Everything he needed for at least a few days of travel was ready and accounted for, packed in a backpack. After looking through the bag for a third time, just to make sure he was absolutely ready, Tails tossed it into the cockpit of the Cyclone. He had her parked outside for once, behind his Mystic Ruins workshop, ready for takeoff. It had been so long since he’d flown her; she was a solo-craft, not suited for multiple passengers, and so she saw much less use than the Tornado did. But this was a solo trip, and the Cyclone provided him with land travel as much as she did air. She was much better suited for this journey. With one last look at the back door to his workshop to make sure he’d locked it, Tails spun his tails so he could jump into the cockpit—

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna leave without saying goodbye.”

His concentration broken, the rhythm of his tails halted just enough for Tails to land back on the ground with a stumble. Sonic’s hand caught his arm before he had a chance to topple over, and Tails turned stunned eyes on his big brother’s teasing smile as Sonic eased him back onto his feet.

“I left a note,” Tails said, his mind still catching up with the fact that he’d been alone behind the workshop not a second ago. Trust Sonic’s speed to—

“A note? All these years, and that’s all I get? A note?” Sonic put a hand over his heart. “That hurts me, Tails. Right here.”

Tails rolled his eyes. He knew played up theatrics when he saw them. “You already knew I was leaving. We saw each other a day ago. And you hate goodbyes anyway, so—”

“You’re right. I do. And I’ll probably leave this one before it’s over, but . . .” Sonic shrugged. “I still want to see you off. Make sure you’ve got everything you need.”

Sonic cared. Of course he did. And Tails understood, because he cared about Sonic, too. How many times had he made sure that Sonic had all the tech he could possibly need before a dangerous mission? How many times had he used a drone to deliver a forgotten canteen or extra aqua bubble powerup just in case something went wrong? This is what they did—they looked out for each other. That’s all Sonic was doing now, and Tails knew that.

But he was supposed to be proving his independence, proving that he could stand on his own. And that meant not needing someone to look through his provisions like he was a kid going on a field trip. Tails ran his tongue along his teeth and looked away, turning his eyes up to the sky. Cirrus clouds—a good sign. Just what he needed for an easy flight. “No worries. I’ve got everything covered.”

“Good.” Sonic leaned against the Cyclone, and after a moment, tapped her side with his knuckles. “Not taking the Tornado, huh?”

Tails blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden topic change, and looked back over. “No, she’s yours.”

“Pft. I’ve been meaning to give her to you for ages now. Should’ve done it a long time ago.” Sonic crossed his arms loosely over his stomach, an easy smile on his face, but there was something different about it Tails couldn’t quite parse. “You can take her if you want. You should take her.”

As—touching? weird? confusing?—as it was that Sonic was suddenly handing over ownership of the Tornado, Tails couldn’t let it distract him. He shook his head. “Even if you want to give her to me, that doesn’t change the fact that you can fly her, and you might need her. Besides, she’s got a double cockpit now, and I’m flying solo. It’s better for her to be here in case you go on a trip where you need to take someone with you. Amy, or Knuckles, or someone.”

“. . . Yeah. You’re probably right.” Like with his smile, there was something off about Sonic’s tone. And Tails couldn’t identify exactly what it was that he was hearing, but whatever it was, it told him that Sonic probably wasn’t going to be taking the Tornado out of the hangar any time soon. “So. You’re all set to take off, then?”

“Yep.” Tails patted the Cyclone’s side, ran his hand over her freshly dried coat of paint.

“Got a destination in mind?”

“Nope. I’m just gonna go wherever feels right. See where the wind takes me, you know.” Not unlike what Sonic himself always did, meaning that Tails was following in his example yet again, but he was going to try very hard not to think about that.

“Sounds like my kind of adventure. And everything’s in working order—GPS, comms . . . ?”

Tails felt the fur along his back stand on end, and when he turned to look at Sonic, his agitation must’ve shown in his face, for Sonic held his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Hey, I know you can take care of yourself,” Sonic said, and for what it was worth, he did sound sincere. “I just want to make sure—”

“I know,” Tails said, and honest to Chaos he didn’t mean to sound so terse. “I can handle it. I’ll be fine.”

“I know,” Sonic said. “But you know, if something came up—there’s nothing wrong with calling in a little backup. Heck, if it wasn’t for you, Knuckles, and Amy, I’d still be a cyber-zombie back on the Starfall Islands. We all need a little help sometimes.”

“If it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t have been corrupted in the first place,” Tails muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Tails forced a smile as he met Sonic’s eyes again. “Look, I know this is a bit . . . different. And I know you’re just trying to look out for me, and I appreciate it, I really do. But I’ll be fine. That’s what this whole journey is about, right? Proving that I can make it on my own? It’d be disappointing if it turned out I couldn’t, so—”

“Nothing you do could ever be disappointing,” Sonic said, and something uncomfortable wormed in Tails’ gut at the look on Sonic’s face. He turned away again, his tails swishing around him. “But that’s not . . . having your own adventure doesn’t have to mean cutting yourself off from everyone, you know. So you don’t need to call for backup. So what? Doesn’t mean you can’t call just to say hey.”

Tails frowned. “I never said I couldn’t.”

“Great.” There was a smug grin in Sonic’s voice—one Tails had heard so many times over the years, usually right after one of Eggman’s plans had just been ruined. “Then I look forward to hearing from you at least once a week.”

“What?” Tails looked over, aghast, and was met with the exact smile he knew he was going to see. “You can’t be ser—”

Sonic held up his hand. “Doesn’t have to be a phone call. You know I hate talking on the phone. And it definitely doesn’t have to be every day, because we both know I suck at keeping track of what day it is. But just, you know. An email. Once a week. Doesn’t have to be long. Just a couple lines to say hey, let me know how you’re doing, if you’ve seen anything cool in your travels. Just enough so it’s not like you disappeared off the face of the earth.”

It was— Tails wanted to scream, just a little. Because it wasn’t an unreasonable request. It wasn’t like his plan was to disappear off the face of the earth. It’s not like he was trying to cut himself off from his friends. But that also—it wasn’t the point. He wanted to be independent, wanted to prove that he was more than the burdensome little brother that Sonic always had to look after, and if Sonic was still looking after him via weekly check-in emails, then didn’t that defeat the point?

“You never sent weekly check-in emails when you were traveling,” Tails muttered, and he hated how petulant he sounded.

“Yeah, well. That’s big brother privilege,” Sonic said, and perhaps sensing the argument even before Tails opened his mouth, added, “And not the best example set, fair enough. That’s my bad. But I’ll send emails too, in response to yours. We’ll keep in better contact this time. Deal?”

It wasn’t what Tails had had in mind, when he’d decided to go off on his own. But it wasn’t an unreasonable request. Sonic was actually admitting that something he did in the past maybe wasn’t the greatest idea in the world. And from the look on his face, Tails could tell that this really mattered to him.

And for some reason, that made Tails’ throat feel a little choked. He nodded, in lieu of being able to say anything, and Sonic’s posture finally relaxed.

“Okay. Good. Glad we got that sorted.” Sonic stood up straight, free of the Cyclone. He considered Tails for a moment before a half-smile curled his muzzle. “And—one more thing.”

Tails tilted his head, his throat still a little too thick for him to trust his voice. Luckily, Sonic took his head tilt for the cue to continue that it was.

“I don’t think I ever told you this, but—you remember how we met on West Side Island, right?”

Tails nodded. He didn’t know how he could forget.

“Well . . . did I ever tell you why I was on West Side Island?”

Tails blinked, the confusion he felt enough to finally unstick his throat. “No. But it was because Eggman was there, right? He was harvesting animals to use as batteries for his badniks, and so he could build the Death Egg.”

“Well, yeah. But also no.” Before Tails could question what that was supposed to mean, Sonic continued. “Eggman was on South Island before he went to West Side. It just so happens that I was also on South Island, and so I freed the animals there and chased him off.”

“Yeah, I kn—”

“I chased him off as Super Sonic. With the Chaos Emeralds. And before the Chaos Emeralds scattered, they showed me something.” Sonic grinned, his eyes bright. “Wanna know what they showed me?”

“I . . . guess?”

“You. Well,” Sonic waved a hand through the air, “not you exactly, but they showed me West Side Island, so that’s how I knew to go there. And that’s where I met you.” Sonic grinned, and lightly poked Tails on his forehead. “So what I’m trying to say here is, even if you decide to skip out on your weekly email, you can rest assured that the Chaos Emeralds won’t.”

Tails stared at Sonic for a second as he put the pieces together, and then blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Are you saying the Chaos Emeralds are going to snitch on me?”

Sonic laughed, and ruffled the fur atop Tails’ head, heedless of Tails’ attempts to swat his hand away. “Bro, you have no idea how fast they’ll snitch on you. They were snitching on you before we even met. So if I were you, I wouldn’t give ‘em a reason to do it again.”

The fur atop his head now thoroughly ruffled, Tails blew his bangs in a vain attempt to get them back out of his eyes. “The only thing I’m thinking about giving them a reason to do is mind their own business. Do they seriously have nothing better to do than spy on people?”

“Who can say? The Chaos Emeralds work in mysterious ways.” Sonic shrugged, but his expression softened. “But that’s just a backup plan. Just in case . . .”

“I know. And they won’t be needed. I’ll be fine,” Tails said, and added, because he knew Sonic needed to hear him say it, “and I’ll email. Once a week.”

Sonic smiled. And before Tails could say anything else, or could think to turn to the Cyclone, Sonic darted forward and pulled him into a hug. For a split second, Tails wasn’t sure how to respond; one arm thrown around his shoulders was one thing, and not too uncommon a thing at that, but a full-on hug was a different story altogether. Those were so much rarer. But Sonic’s hug was secure and warm, and knowing that it would be the last time for a long time that he’d have the chance to hug his brother, Tails hugged him back just as tightly.

But the hug was over as quickly as it happened. Sonic stepped back, his hands on Tails’ shoulders. He was still smiling, but—Tails was sure he was imagining it, but it looked like it was wavering a little.

“Take care of yourself, partner,” Sonic said. His voice sounded a little tight. “I’ll . . . see you later.”

Tails nodded. “You too, Sonic. I’ll be in touch.”

Sonic nodded, and gave Tails’ shoulders one last, bracing squeeze. In the next second he was gone, and Tails was once again standing alone beside the Cyclone.

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #unbreakable bond #fic fix #sonic frontiers spoilers #title not final but good enough for now #also one of Sonic's idle lines in Frontiers is him commenting on how he should've given the Tornado to Tails a long time ago #so i didn't just pull that out of nowhere lol #he literally says it in game #sth

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pecanwriter · 7 months

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IKEA Meatballs Mean Love

Themes: food as reward, slight humiliation kink, food as love language, encourager x gainer relationship

Words: 2331

Status: Completed

Year 1

"Jesus, it just hit me!" Sergio turned to Otis, his brown eyes wide. "We're living together, we're decorating! I feel so grown up."

Otis laughed, wrapping his arm around Sergio's slender waist and pulling him in for a quick temple kiss.

"We're both twenty-three, we're working full time, finished uni… Sounds pretty grown-up to me." Otis said, letting his boyfriend go to check out the stack of on-sale pillows.

It was their first IKEA trip after landing the flat together. The commute time was great and the flat itself quite large, the only downside was that it was unfurnished. And so, after two weeks of ironing their work shirts against towels splayed on the floor and having passionate sex on the air mattress, they finally decided it was time to take their grown-upness up a few notches. Literally, like a bed frame, maybe. Some pans, maybe even a chest of drawers?

Everything seemed fine, Otis and Sergio were pretty much on the same page. Up until that moment, apparently.

"What's the matter, babes?" Otis tossed two of the discounted pillows into their cart and grabbed for Sergio's waist again.

"I just… isn't it scary, Otis?" Sergio asked, his large brown eyes bearing a stark resemblance to a startled baby deer at that moment. "Moving in together, suddenly that seems so serious…"

"Are you having doubts? We've lived in a shared student house together all through uni…"

"I know, but that was with other people, that's different! And no, of course, I'm not having doubts, I love you, I just… I don't know if I'm ready to be THIS adult."

Otis looked at their full cart. Looked back at his boyfriend. Let out a sigh.

"Okay, how about this," Otis said finally. "we will buy all this stuff, not much more will fit in the car anyway, and we can continue this some other day? And to make you feel better I will buy you whatever you want from the IKEA restaurant." He kissed Sergio's forehead.

"Anything I want?" Sergio's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Ice cream?"

Otis laughed, kissing his forehead again.

"Anything you want, babes. It's really cheap and really good, you can have more than just ice cream."

"Hm…" Sergio looked at Otis suspiciously for a moment and then grabbed the cart. "Alright, lead the way to ice cream!"

"How about meatballs?" Otis asked as Sergio stared at the overhead menu, clearly lost.

"Meatballs?" Sergio made a face.

"They're iconic! You will like them, I promise."

"Wow, it's all so cheap!"

"Have you never been to the IKEA restaurant?"

"We don't have IKEA in Bolivia, mister British man. I've never been to one before I came here for uni."

Otis brought Sergio close again, kissing his temple.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. How about…" He pondered the menu. "As an apology, I will get you the meatballs, ice cream and a hot dog?"

Sergio made another face but soon turned around to hug Otis grumpily.

"Fine. You're forgiven."

Otis looked up from his own hot dog to examine his boyfriend. Sergio's eyes were once again wide open but didn't have the appearance of a startled deer anymore, that was replaced with amazement.

"How is this so good?! Why?" Sergio took another big bite of the hot dog, letting out a little squeak of delight as he swallowed and greedily took another bite. They decided to start with hot dogs, move on to the meatballs and then ice cream, but somehow Sergio was having his second hot dog while Otis was still on his first, admiring his boyfriend, soaking in his excitement.

"And it's so cheap!?" Sergio continued, tiny smudges of mustard in the corners of his mouth. "If the meatballs are gonna be this good too I might get two plates as well. Oh damn, and the ice cream?! You will have to roll me out of here."

Otis laughed and standing up he kissed Sergio's head.

"Finish your hot dog, babes, I'm gonna order you the meatballs."

"Oh my God, that was all sooo delicious…" Sergio moaned as they walked to their car, he rubbed his stomach, which usually trim and flat was now visibly distended, stuffed full of delicious IKEA food. "We have to come here again."

Otis laughed.

"Our flat is still basically empty, so don't worry, we will have to come back quite a few times."

"Oh, we should get a little storage thingy for the bathroom next time!" Sergio said, as they got to their car and he took the passenger seat.

"No more uncertainty?" Otis asked, fastening his seat belt.

"The meatballs have cured me," Sergio said with complete seriousness.

Otis laughed.

"Damn it, I'm so full…" Sergio moaned again, slumping in his seat and unbuttoning his trousers, his small belly popping out immediately into the freshly available space.

"Oh yeah, that's better…" Sergio murmured, rubbing his stuffed stomach.

Otis smiled, watching his boyfriend for a moment and then firing up the car. If hot dogs and meatballs were going to be the price for him finally having a bed frame he wasn't going to complain. And most importantly, if it made Sergio happy, how could he ever even think of complaining?

Otis realised that what he wanted most was to make sure Sergio was happy. Now, there was a grown-up thought for you!

Year 2

"Look at this! I love it!" Sergio waved the enormous plush dinosaur toy in front of Otis.

"No way, our flat looks like a children's bedroom way too much already." He scolded, gently prodding the toy from Sergio's hands and putting it back into one of the bins stuffed to the brim with the things.

"But it's so cute…" Sergio pouted, crossing his arms, making his modest belly chub strain against his shirt.

"Come on, I'll get you meatballs at the Ikea restaurant as an apology, what do you say?"

"And ice cream?"

"Naturally." Sergio perked up, immediately taking off with their half-filled cart.

Otis laughed and followed, noticing how Sergio's trousers dug into his love handles and constrained his noticeably rounded ass. He would have to convince his boyfriend to redirect his plushies budget towards a new wardrobe. Sergio might yell at him, for commenting on his body, but Otis knew exactly how to remedy that; with more ice cream, obviously.

Year 3

"How about brown?"

"Seriously, brown fucking plates? We're not seventy." Sergio prodded the plate out of Otis' hands and went on tiptoes to put it back in its place.

It was a Saturday evening and like any self-respecting adults, they were shopping for household necessities, namely, plates since the last set might've met its tragic end when a vigorous make-out session got slightly out of hand in the kitchen. You know, grown-up stuff.

"So what colour would you prefer?"

"Blue" Sergio said decidedly, strolling over to one of the displays. Otis observed how his thick thighs rubbed against each other deliciously. He'd also noticed that Sergio's belly was starting to soften and hang over his belt, whereas before it was an adorable tight ball in front of him as if he was hiding a basketball under his shirt. Otis thought the slowly appearing softness was the most adorable thing ever, he loved to play with it and grab it when they cuddled, and while Sergio always swatted his hand away at first, he never objected when Otis made his second attempts. In fact, he usually moved even closer into the contact. This usually escalated pretty quickly from there.

"Blue? That's like from a school canteen."

"Ha! Rude!" Sergio grabbed his chest in mock terror.

"How about I apologise with some meatballs and hot dogs?" Otis smiled.

"Oh! Oh!" Sergio bounced on the balls of his feet, making his chubby belly bounce adorably up and down. "And ice cream?"

"Naturally, babes, naturally."

Year 4

"I think these are not gonna last, the plastic is so thin!" Sergio said, examining a chair from one of the decor displays. "We need something sturdier." He sat down in the chair to demonstrate as it let out an ominous creak.

Sergio progressed from being chubby to being properly fat now, he sat at the mock-dinner table, the flimsy chair creaking underneath him and his substantial gut taking up a big portion of his lap, almost touching the edge of the table.

"Alright, I was just asking if you like them! Let's go check out the wooden ones."

Otis stretched out a hand and Sergio wrapped his chubby fingers around it as he hefted himself up.

Otis kissed his temple, noticing how Sergio's body seemed to be more and more in the way each time he did it. Not that he minded, far from it. Sergio was sexy; the big, soft belly hanging low and completely concealing his belt, the large tits straining against his pink shirt, that spectacular meaty ass, those thick, hefty thighs… What was there not to like?

"What are you thinking about?" Sergio broke Otis out of his revelry.

"Just thinking about how Goddamn hot you are." Otis shrugged.

Sergio beamed. He pressed himself closer to Otis, his soft body pulling Otis in.

"How about we skip the chair shopping and go home so I can show you how Goddamn hot YOU are, Mr. Britishman."

"Sounds like a plan…" Otis gave his boyfriend a quick, teasing kiss.

"But first, the IKEA restaurant."

"Of course, babes."

Year 5

"Why did we even come here today?" Sergio panted. He was leaning on their shopping cart, his substantial gut hanging out of his shirt for everyone to see, the impressive love handles spilling over the trouser line and his ass crack just millimetres from showing. “I don’t remember us needing anything…” “We need a new couch for the TV room, babes. Do you remember what happened to the last one?”

“Well, I…” Sergio descended into mumbling.

“What was that, again?” Otis prodded.

“It broke under my weight,” Sergio mumbled, marginally louder.

“Hm?” Otis narrowed his eyes “Sorry, there must be something wrong with my hearing, I didn’t catch that?” “I broke it with my fat ass!”

A couple who was previously very engrossed in purchasing a new plate set was now staring at them, specifically at the fat guy, panting and stuffed into clothes that were obviously way, way overdue for a size upgrade.

“Jesus, Otis, what’s wrong with you…” Sergio grimaced, grunting as he heaved himself back to standing straight and pushing the cart away from the confused couple as fast as his fat overfed body would carry him. Which wasn’t very fast, Otis had to admit.

“An apology is due, then?” Otis asked and something stirred down in between his legs as he saw Sergio smirk and mindlessly fondle his deep navel.

“Apologies only in the form of meatballs and hot dogs.”

“Of course, babes.” “And ice cream.” “Naturally.” “And pie…”

Year 10

“You’re so romantic for bringing me here for the anniversary, but I don’t know if I can make it...” Sergio panted. He managed to wiggle himself out of the car, but that alone took so much effort that he was already exhausted. Otis parked as close to the store as possible, but that still left about 20 meters / 65 feet to the entrance.

“Of course, you can, baby. Just think of the first time I bought you food at the IKEA restaurant. I’ll buy you all the same things I did then, but three times the quantity. Would you like that?” Sergio stared at Otis, his fat-encased face eager, his sausage fingers twitching where they rested against the car. With renewed determination Sergio gathered himself and took a step, letting go of the car. His humongous body jiggling and shaking and swinging in all directions with the slightest movement. Sergio’s legs were so immense that he was only capable of tiny, shuffling steps with his feet spread wide apart to accommodate the mass of his inner thighs and swollen knees. His arms looked like overfilled bags of flour stuffed into a cardigan as he waved them around to keep his balance with each step. The fat-encased face with its three impressive chins and the fat roll in place of a neck showed pure determination as Sergio made his way to the door, one jiggly, earth-shaking step at a time. The shirt he had on didn’t cover the lowest third of his hulking gut, but nothing did these days, really. Sergio’s belly hung almost down to his knees and no matter how hard Otis tried he could never find anything long enough for his gorgeous, ample husband.

“Oh dear God…” Sergio groaned when they finally went through the revolving door and into IKEA.

They didn’t even bother with the store, making straight for the restaurant.

Otis was seriously impressed with the speed at which Sergio could still move, at least if a meal was involved.

After finding a table and making sure Sergio’s enormous body was secured into a seat that at least had a chance of survival Otis made his way to the counter, unable to keep the massive grin off his face.

“Hi, could I please get six plates of meatballs, twelve hot dogs and six servings of vanilla ice cream?”

“Of course, when’s your party arriving?” The woman asked, putting the order in at the till.

“Oh, he’s already here.”

“Pardon?” She asked, looking up at him in confusion.

“This is just lunch for my husband, right there.” Otis pointed to the enormous mountain of gorgeous flesh that was Sergio and waved to him, beaming. Sergio waved back, fat arm wobbling.

The cashier looked back at Otis, her eyes wide.

“Meatballs are kind of our thing, you know,” Otis explained.

She didn’t know, but she didn’t really need to know. What she needed to do, was to serve Otis food so he could make the most important man in his life happy, the way he always did it. With meatballs and love.

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Baby, I'm yours - Chapter four: "One love, one house (no shirt, no blouse)"

Summary: Reader and Spencer visit his mother and talk about their relationship. The team is not ready to go back to work after Prentiss' death, but they'll have to do it anyway.

Word count: 8,4K

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff and Spencer overthinking everything.

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for your feedback! I'm glad you are enjoying this sequel, 'cos I'm already planning the third and final part of this trilogy.

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(Y/N)'s point of view

I always loved visiting Diana. Not just 'cos Spencer got incredibly happy to see his mom, but because I enjoyed our time with her. She was an XV-century literature teacher, of course, it was incredibly interesting talking with her. We could ramble about books for hours. But I always let them alone for a while, so they could have their private conversations. That was my plan that day after we landed and got settled in the hotel. Spencer had confirmed the visit with his mom and the facility, so they were expecting us after lunch.

- "Do you think she is gonna be happy when we tell her?"- I held Spencer's hand as we stepped inside the main hall of the asylum and walked straight to reception.

- "Of course, she will, why?"

- "'Cos, well, she loves you so much. I don't want her to think I am stealing her son."

Honestly, I don't know where that insecurity came from, but my comment was an honest reflection of my fear. Spencer smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist as we walked.

- "Don't think that. She already loves you like a daughter, she is gonna be thrilled with the news."

Spencer smiled and, for a moment, I was hypnotized by his big chocolate eyes, staring at me as if I were a princess or a goddess. Spencer would always look at me like that whenever he felt honestly and utterly happy Until a nurse greeted us and we turned to stare at her, blushing.

- "Doctor Reid, Miss (Y/L/N), Diana has been expecting you."- she announced and Spencer held my hand tight. I don't know if he was afraid I might run the other way or if he needed reassurance that I was, in fact, standing next to him. Whatever the reason was, I squeezed his hand and smiled when he turned to look at me.

We walked to the backyard, apparently, Diana was outside enjoying the afternoon sun. I imagined how those visits would be in a few years. If Spencer and I ever got married and had children, they would run and hug their nana the second we entered the facility. And Spencer would follow them to make sure they didn't get into trouble. That was a scene that warmed my heart and gave me butterflies in my stomach. I wondered if Spencer pictured a future with me as well.

- "Spencer! (Y/N)!"- Diana saw us and raised her arms from her chair. Her son quickly leaned and hugged her as I waited my turn to say hello.

- "Hi mom. Sorry we are late, the flight was delayed"

- "I've told you, those apparatus are a coffin with wings"- she argued immediately and I chuckled, thinking about the first time I met her and how scared she was of flying.

- "(Y/N)! What a delight!"

- "Hey Diana! I'm so glad we finally made it. I'm sorry it took us so long to visit, things have been... busy."

Spencer and I had agreed not to tell her mother about Prentiss. It was an unnecessary pain we didn't want to put her through, she would get worried knowing Spencer was sad, and for once, we wanted to focus on the good part of life.

- "We got you this"- Spencer opened his satchel and gave her mother the Henry Bradshaw book we found in an old bookstore that he remembered her mother reading for him when he was a kid. Diana's eyes lit up when she opened it and started reading it right away.

Her health was much better than the first time I saw her. In the last few trips, we have seen her more joyful, even independent. Apparently, the doctor had found the pills that worked, and even Diana was glad of the result.

- "So mom, (Y/N) and I have some news to share with you"-Spencer smiled and held my hand- "(Y/N) and I started dating"

- "Yes darling, I know. You've been dating for years, that's not breaking news. If you are here to tell me you set a date, that would be news"- Diana didn't even take her eyes from the book to dismiss Spencer's announcement. It broke my heart in a way. I thought she would be happy to know I was dating her son.

- "No, mom. We were friends until a few weeks ago. We weren't dating before"

- "Come on! I know you think I'm crazy, but how can you expect me to believe that? You two have been in love since the first time I met her at your work! Are you seriously telling me you just started dating? Please, Spencer!"

- "Actually Diane, that's exactly what happened. We were in love the entire time, but neither of us said anything for all these years."- I whispered, embarrassed, and cut her a smile- "I was too scared I'd ruin our friendship if I confessed my feelings, 'cos I was sure he didn't feel the same and apparently, that's how Spencer felt as well"

Mrs. Reid looked at us from her book, raising an eyebrow. I swear I could feel her judging me for my choices, and at the same time trying to read if I was lying. Profiling a profiler, that's never a good idea.

- "Are you trying to tell me the government hired two dimwits like you and let them protect the country?"- Spencer's face went pale, not knowing how to answer that. He still held my hand and turned to look at me, completely out of words.

- "In fact... yes?"- I smiled innocently and prayed for a good reaction.

- "Oh god, kids. All these years wasted? I am ready to be a grandmother already!"- Diana chuckled and shook her head- "But, at least it happened and I am glad you are finally together. I've always considered you family, (Y/N). And I know you have taken care of my son all these years."

- "Thank you, Diana. He has taken care of me as well"- I felt Spencer caressing my hand as I spoke and turned to him smiling for a second.- "Now, what do you say I leave you two for a while and I pick you up for dinner at six?"- I said as I stood up.- "I am sorry but I really need a nap and a hot shower after that flight."

Diana stood up suddenly, and awkwardly, but sweetly wrapped her arms around me. It took me by surprise, but I welcomed her and even felt her kiss my cheek.

- "Thank you for loving my boy"

- "No, thank you for raising him to be my perfect match"- she chuckled and wiped off some tears from her eyes.

- "Now please get married and give me lots of grandchildren"

Spencer's point of view

After I walked (Y/N) back to the car, I joined my mother for a chess game in her room. She caught me up with all her medical stories in the facility, and how great she had been feeling in the last few months. I told her all about how (Y/N) and I ended up dating, the horrible weeks I spent thinking she was dating James, and how even our unit chief was trying to hook us up. She laughed and continued telling me she couldn't believe (Y/N) and I had been just friends for so long, considering even she knew we were in love ever since day one.

- "What can I tell you, mom? Your son is kinda blind when it comes to women"

- "Well, now you know your mother is not blind. I noticed she loved you since the first time you introduced us. She has always looked at you like you are the only person in the whole world."- I blushed and looked down at my hands for a moment.

- "Thank you for your support. (Y/N) was very worried you wouldn't approve."

- "Why wouldn't I? She is amazing, smart, funny and she loves you. What else can I ask for?"- I shrugged and mom stood up.

- "I've always imagined when this time would come"- she said as she went through a drawer, taking out a small jewelry box- "I remember my grandma wearing this ring. She always looked so elegant and refined. She gave it to me before she passed and I never found a moment in my life to wear it. Please, I want (Y/N) to have it."

I widened my eyes as I stared at my mom handing me a three-stone diamond ring I never knew she had. She was right, she never wore it, I would have remembered a ring that big.

- "Mom... it's beautiful. (Y/N) is gonna... I don't think I've ever seen her wearing a ring like this before."

- "I'm sure she'll love it. You have to tell me everything about the moment you give her this ring."- I frowned and held the jewel between my fingers. I had never had a diamond in my hand before.

- "You are not going to give it to her yourself? Mom, if it was your grandma's, she would love to hear the entire story."

- "Spencer, it's an engagement ring!"- mom looked at me as if I couldn't comprehend the words she was saying. Which was, in fact, true. I didn't. I couldn't even speak after she delivered that line. Mom was giving me an engagement ring to give to (Y/N). That was fast. Way too fast, scary, and completely out of place. (Y/N) would never accept a marriage proposal after three weeks of dating. It was insane.

- "I can hear the interlock of your brain overthinking, Spencer"- mom smiled and sat again. She moved her rook on the board. I couldn't focus on the game, of course, not after the bomb mom had just dropped.

- "What makes you think she is gonna say yes?"- I whispered after a few minutes of deep silence.

- "A mother knows. We are animals, we feel things. Besides, she is a smart woman. She loves you, and you have been together for some years now. I know you say you weren't a couple before, but you have been best friends, and that is also very important in a relationship."

I opened my mouth to argue with her words, but nothing came from my lips. I was mesmerized, staring at the ring, and trying to picture (Y/N) wearing it. I was making my best to imagine the moment I gave her a ring like that, it had to be special, magical. Worthy of her. How could I propose? I never imagined that part before.

Yes, I had fantasized about a future with her, but never with the "Would you marry me?" moment. Never. Somehow it felt awkward to even think about it at the minute.

- "Spencer? Are you listening?"- mom waved her hand in front of my eyes and took me from my thoughts.

- "Sorry, I just..."

- "You were lost in your fears"

- "Not just fears. I just never imagined this moment before. I can picture a future with her, it's what I want the most. But I never thought I would have the chance to take this step."

- "My boy."- I felt her hand on my cheek as she smiled, staring into my eyes for a moment, the same way she did when I was a kid and woke up scared after a nightmare- "You don't have to imagine or know everything before you live it. Life has to surprise you from time to time, and you have to let your imagination go wild! Be a romantic!"

- "I am a romantic!"- I argued and mom chuckled.

- "Of course you are, Ace. So use all that emotion and intuition from your romantic side and forget for a moment about your rational fears. Do you wanna marry (Y/N)?"

- "Yes."

- "And do you wanna wait?"

- "No!"- mom smiled as her hand tapped on my cheek.

- "See? Just stop overanalyzing everything and be happy!"- I chuckled at mom's words and held her hand for a moment.

- "Thank you, mom. Really"

- "Come here and hug your mother, I just saved you a fortune with the ring!"- she laughed at her own words as I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. Having her there at that moment, and knowing she hadn't been as healthy as she was that day was priceless for me.

And so Frank's premonition was right. I was gonna propose to (Y/N). When? How? I still had no idea.

(Y/N)'s point of view

- "Do we have to do this?"- I whined as we parked outside the FBI Training Academy in Quantico. We were there because Seaver had invited us all to her graduation. She was officially an agent, and I knew Hotch had offered her a job with us. I wasn't thrilled with the idea, ergo I didn't want to be there. But Spencer held my hand, and the present we had gotten Ashley and walked me inside the main building.

- "Yes, we do. Ashley is going to be an official team member and you should- start getting along with her."

- "But I don't like her."

- "I know that, everybody knows that. But it's the right thing to do and you know it as well."- I sighed and pouted, but Spencer didn't stop walking. As soon as we entered the central hall, Penelope waved at us. She was with Morgan and Hotch. It was the first time we had seen them since that day at Rossi's after the funeral. And it was weird.

It felt as if Prentiss was going to show up any minute, excusing herself for being late, holding a cup of coffee, and telling a crazy story about how she went salsa dancing the night before and completely forgot about this event.

- "Hey lovebirds! How was your trip?"- Garcia smiled and hugged us - "Did you have fun in Las Vegas, munchkin?"

- "Yeah, it was a great trip!"- I answered and enjoyed my friend's hug.

- "What did Mrs. Reid say when you gave her the news?"- Morgan asked.

- "She didn't believe us 'cos she always thought we were already dating"- my boyfriend whispered and played with my hand between his, as our teammates stared at us, chuckling.

- "It's gonna start!"- Rossi showed up all of a sudden and clapped, clearly more excited than any of us. - "I saved you all good seats."

- "And you were the one who said we spend way too much time together"- I joked and Rossi smiled.

- "Right now it feels like it's not enough, ragazza."

And that hurt. 'Cos papa pasta was right, after what happened to Prentiss, every moment we spent together felt special. Or at least I wanted to make it special. I didn't want to waste time, I wanted to live my life and enjoy the little things. Those people sitting next to me were my family.

The next Monday we were back on duty. I wasn't ready at all, but after a long talk with Spencer, we agreed working might help us keep our minds busy from being depressed. Also, I knew our work helped us save lives, and that always made me feel better.

But I wasn't ready to walk back into the BAU and find Prentiss' picture hanging on the wall, with all the other fallen agents. That was a low blow. Spencer walked straight back to the bullpen, but I noticed Penelope staring at the wall, so I walked over to say hello. That's when I saw it, Emily's face staring back at me.

- "This is not right"- I whispered and Garcia simply sighed- "She was way more pretty in person."

- "She was the most gorgeous woman on earth"- Penelope answered with a sad huckle- "I miss her so much."

- "Me too."

- "I took Sergio in, that baby needed a new home."

- "Emily's cat? How are you doing with him?"

- "He is a sweetheart, he loves cuddles and so far, he hates Kevin."- I smiled and rested my head on Penelope's shoulder for a bit, as we continued staring at Emily's picture.

- "Girls, you gotta stop staring at her. Prentiss wouldn't want us to sulk. You know that."- Morgan's voice nearly made us jump.

- "I'm not sulking."- Garcia argued and I rubbed my hand on her back, cutting Morgan a short smile.

- "I'm gonna put an eye on Spencer"- I excused myself and walked away slowly. If I was affected by staring at Emily's picture, I didn't want to know how my boyfriend was dealing with her empty desk.

Honestly, it was more painful than I thought. Walking in, knowing I would never see my friend again, sitting with coffee, and a juicy story of her weekend, sometimes maybe still a little hungover.

Pen had baked some cupcakes to share with Ashley, and celebrate her graduation. We ate them and drank some coffee in the meeting room before our daily briefing. It was definitely awkward, but we all did our best not to mention Prentiss, the pink elephant in the room, and just focused on talking about what we did on our week off. Morgan spent his time remodeling a new house, Pen and Sergio got to know each other and she completely "catificated" her apartment with some of her boyfriend's help.

- "Congratulations, agent Seaver."- Hotch walked in suddenly, followed by Rossi. Spencers held my arm and guided me to a chair. I turned to him and cut him a short smile as I sat down by his side.

- "Thank you."

- "Who made the cupcakes?"- David asked as he grabbed one and took a bite of it.

- "I did."- Pen answered with a proud smile.

- "Thank you all for coming to my graduation. It meant a lot."- Seaver cut me a short smile and I nodded. Yes, that was me trying to be nice.

- "Let's get started."- Hotch indicated as the rest of the team sat down and we all stopped eating to grab our case files.

- "Ok, we're going to Portland, Oregon, and it's not for a dead moon concert."- Penelope started presenting our current case- "So, Jay Johnson, a DJ, was cutting through an alley on his way home after leaving a club when he was bludgeoned by a pipe and then stabbed 31 times. His watch, his cell, and his computer were stolen. That was 2 days ago. Now, early this morning, Karen Heywood, a 30-year-old nurse. She died during a home invasion. She was stabbed 40 times, but first, she was bludgeoned with weapons of opportunity."

- "Eight different ones, to be exact."- I read out loud and raised an eyebrow.

- "That's too many weapons for one person."- Rossi added as I nodded in agreement.

- "There was a left- and a right-handed kill according to the M. E. Report."

- "Yeah, but 8 different weapons."- Rossi insisted, a little shocked.

- "So we're looking for a group."- Morgan added.

- "Yeah, it seems that way. And the left-handed wounds were deeper than the right."- Hotch pointed out from the forensic file.

- "Maybe a woman was involved?"- Spencer asked and I nearly gasped, turning to him.

- "How dare you, Reid? It might have also been a very weak man!"- I argued and he cut me the sweetest smile I had seen that day. It melted my heart in a second.

- "Sorry."

- "Anything taken from the house?"- Hotch's voice took me back to the case and forced me to focus on the files.

- "According to a neighbor, just some random stuff. A computer, some jewelry, a framed picture of a lily."- Pen listed and Morgan added

- "And pawnable items. What do we have, kill crooks? "

- "Sounds like a musical."- I smiled at Rossi's comment and continued reading my case file.

- "Similar victim, young professionals kill three miles apart."- Hotch said and sighed.

- "Is there a gang situation in Portland?"- Ashley asked and Spencer shook his head immediately.

- "Minimal. This seems more like desperate people in need of quick cash."

- "Why kill them if it's just for the money?"- she asked again, and this time Aaron replied.

- "That's what we have to find out. And we've got eight hours till nightfall. Let's go."

And just like that, we were back on the field making our best to carry out an investigation and find the killers before they strike again. During the plane trip, I sat next to Spencer and helped him with the geographical profile. But once we landed in Portland, Hotch thought it would be fun to pair me with Morgan and sent us to the supermarket where the victim had been last seen. And Spencer was paired with Ashley. Just them, alone. I took a deep breath and nodded. I couldn't argue, we were on a case and Hotch was our unit chief.

- "You are not gonna kill Seaver later when we get to the station?"- Morgan asked and I chuckled as he drove us to the supermarket.

- "Nope, why? Did you have a plan to stop me?"

- "That's good to hear, I didn't really have a plan actually"

- "Do you want a cupcake?"- I opened my backpack and opened a plastic container.

- "Where did you get those? Pen made them for Seaver."

- "She saved some for her, but she gave me a few for the trip."- I smiled at my friend and licked part of the frosting. He grabbed one and chuckled.

- "I'm glad, princess."

- "That I have sugar?"

- "No, that you are giving Seaver a chance"

- "Well, it's no fault her dad killed my aunt. And yes, her attitude at the beginning pushed me and Spencer to face our feelings, so..."- I shrugged and sighed, slightly defeated by reality- "Besides, we are not really in the mood for fighting. I am so done with that. I just want some peace after everything that happened."

Morgan placed his hand on mine and squeezed it for a second. I turned to him and saw a million emotions going down his face. All at once: sadness, anger, gratitude. But he didn't say a thing, and I didn't push him either. I just smiled and told him to slow down or we were gonna get a ticket for speeding.

Spencer's point of view

I could still see (Y/N)'s smile as she said goodbye earlier that day. I waved and watched her get in the SUV with Morgan. She held my hand for a second and wished me a good day. I promised I would text her later and she said she couldn't wait.

- "Spencer, we are here"- Seaver announced and I parked our car outside a club. I wasn't nervous about being paired with Sesaver, I knew (Y/N) was making her best to get along with her, and she trusted me.

- "So Mr. Johnson exits the nightclub through the back door to get to his car."- I said, trying to focus on the case as we walked through a short street at one side of the club, trying to find anything that might tell us more about what happened there.

- "Maybe one unsub can watch from over there and the other from back there"- Ashley said and pointed to both ends of the street.

- "Then when he gets here, another unsub hits him with a pipe and it's game on."- I conclude and start thinking how many men attacked Johnson in the middle of the night and no one saw a thing.

- "Look at the vials, Reid. This is a drug corridor."- she pointed out, and suddenly I remembered the Dilaudid bottle I still had back home. I had to get rid of that thing before I had a moment of weakness. I didn't trust myself at all with that thing around.

- "That would explain why there's so much kill. Maybe they were on something."- I said and looked at Ashley, who was trying her best to be professional on her first official day of work.

- "On the jet, I did some research into the club. A year ago, someone O.D.'D inside. Since then, new management clamped down on the partying."

- "Which means the unsubs most likely fit into this area."

- "Well, if you can't party inside, then you come out here. They're probably all the same age."- somehow, just thinking about drugs was upsetting.

- "Yeah, mid-twenties."

I had forgotten, I was a junkie in his mid-twenties, struggling to stay sober. But I couldn't think of that at that minute, I had to focus on the case and stop whoever was killing all those people.

- "Thank you for coming to my graduation"- Seaver said as I drove us back to the police station- "It really meant a lot to me."

- "We were glad to be there"- I answered and kept my eyes on the road.

- "How have you been holding on?"- she asked, out of the blue. No one had mentioned Emily the entire day, though we were all thinking about her the entire time.

- "Ok, I guess"- I replied, though I didn't want to talk much about the subject.

- "I'm sure having your girlfriend with you was very comforting these days. I mean, you both knew Prentiss very well, and I am sure you could... count on each other."

- "Yes, we do"- Seaver nodded and looked outside her window in silence for a moment. I thought she wasn't going to ask any more personal questions, but I was wrong.

- "So, are you living together already?"

- "No, we usually alternate apartments."

- "Why don't you pick one and live together?"

- "I don't know, we haven't talked about it yet."- I didn't feel comfortable speaking with Seaver about the subject.

- "And would you like to move in with her?"- I didn't want to answer, but I didn't really know how to get out of that conversation. And honestly, if I was planning to propose to her soon, shouldn't we move in together as well?

- "Yeah, I would"- I merely answered, and luckily, her phone rang and Hotch updated us with the facts of the case. It wasn't good, apparently, the unsub was a drug addict hallucinating. He was young, using, and out of control. It all pointed out that he might be a psychotic schizophrenic and to be honest, that was a second reality blow. I could be like that. During one's mid-twenty was when schizophrenia's symptoms would first appear. It had happened to my mother and I still wasn't in the clear.

That was my biggest fear, sharing her disease, her fate. Losing touch with reality now that for the first time in my life, it was a sweet one, with an even sweeter future. I hadn't even considered the idea but, what if I passed the disease to my kids, my babies with (Y/N). I would ruin their lives and hers. She would hate me, Jesus! I would hate myself for it! And the worst was knowing there was nothing I could do about it, 'cos so far, no doctor had found any sign of schizophrenia in me.

- "Honey? Are you listening?"- I turned to look at (Y/N), who was staring at me, standing outside the car- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah, sorry, I was deep in thought."

- "I kinda figured, Seaver got out of the car ten minutes ago. Why are you still here?"

- "The unsub is hallucinating."

- "Yes"

- "He seems paranoid, on drugs and he is hurting people"- she nodded again as I kept staring at my hands, still holding the wheel.

- "What's happening in that gorgeous head of yours, honey?"

- "Nothing, I'm just trying to focus."

- "I saved you a cupcake"- she whispered and opened the car's door- "Come on, you need a cup of tea and something to eat."- and of course, I followed her. How could I resist such an invitation? But my head didn't stop working and overanalyzing every fact from the case. I couldn't stop seeing myself in that unsub.

That night I got to share my room with Morgan, which wasn't that bad. We talked about random things, none of us wanted to talk much about the case or Prentiss. So we both kept it casual. Of course, he tried to tease me with (Y/N) for a while, but I didn't say a word. That was until she knocked on our door in her pajamas, holding a cup of herbal tea.

- "Hotch is testing my strength right now!"- she argued and walked in - "Seaver has been on the phone with her mother for forty freaking minutes, telling her everything she did today. Everything!"

Morgan laughed as I wrapped an arm around my girlfriend, sitting next to her on my bed. She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed.

- "And what were you guys doing?"

- "I was about to tell Reid we should watch some tv before bed."

- "And I was going to decline that offer 'cos I still haven't finished my book today"- (Y/N) smiled at me and kissed the top of my nose.

- "But you finished the other three you have in our bag, I'm sure. Give your head a break honey. Let's watch a movie with Morgan and then I'll go to my room, hoping Seaver is done talking about everything she did today."

- "Someone should tell her she can't share any case-related information with people outside the team."- Morgan suggested, but (Y/N) simply shook her head and smiled.

- "No me my friend, I am not getting into more trouble because of her. Hotch is already done with our fights and I don't want her to tell him I am being mean again."

- "You don't have to be mean, ma cherie."

- "I know, but it kinda comes easy when I talk to her"- my girlfriend pouted and I smiled. Sometimes all I needed was to have her by my side to ease my mind for a little while.

Of course, that night wasn't easy. After we watched a very bad comedy on tv, (Y/N) went back to her room and Morgan turned off his light. I tried to read for a while, but I couldn't. Instead, I wrote a very short letter to my mom and then rolled in bed until four in the morning. Morgan's snoring didn't make it easier, and I missed (Y/N)'s body by my side, keeping me sane. I knew she was two doors down the hall, but that didn't make me feel any better. I needed her next to me, the warmth of her body, the smell of her hair. The peace that knowing I had her in my arms gave me every night had no comparison. She was all I needed to be happy, and trying to sleep alone in that cold bed was just proof of that very fact.

Morning found me already weary. I took a shower and followed Morgan downstairs to the lobby. (Y/N) was already there, holding two cups of fresh coffee.

- "How was your night?"- she whispered and kissed my lips sweetly.

- "I missed you."- my answer was honest, I didn't even try to hide my feelings.

- "I missed you too, Batsy. Now drink your coffee, you look like you need five of these."- I held her hand for a second and took in her smile, trying to record it in my brain in case anything happened. Now I knew things could go wrong, and thought I had to make an effort not to think about it, I couldn't act blind all the time.

- "Ok lovers! We get it, you are in love! Now let's get to work, I wanna catch this son of a bitch today!"- Morgan walked by our side and on his way out of the hotel. (Y/N) chuckled and kissed my cheek one more time and winked at me.

- "Hold onto that until tonight, Batsy."

That was a long day, and it didn't get much better. We started with a new murder, and all the signs kept leading us to a paranoid schizophrenic. My brain wasn't helping that day either. I just couldn't see something I was sure we were missing from the profile. I heard the team deliver all the information to the police, and all I could hear them saying kept scarring and upsetting me.

- "We believe our unsub is a white male paranoid schizophrenic who suffers from hallucinations. Since schizophrenic breaks usually occur in your early twenties, we believe he's around this age and that he lives nearby. We think this unsub is hypervigilant, and in this condition, he's unable to travel very far from his home."

Hotch's words made me frown. Could I turn into that? Was that my destiny? All those headaches I had developed before (Y/N) and I started dating, were they a sign?

- "He kills at night and is extremely violent. During the day, he's most likely a loner. Someone in this state probably can't keep a job. We believe something happened to our unsub in his childhood. Childhood voices are telling him to kill, or he's misinterpreting them as doing so."

Rossi added, and I started fidgeting with my fingers as I sat in silence at the back, not able to add anything to the presentation.

- "Our unsub has probably been coping until now, but a recent stressor brought him back to that childhood incident and is causing him to act out."- I heard (Y/N) add my mind took me back to my childhood, my mother struggling with her illness and not taking her medication as she was supposed to. I could never put my kids in that kind of situation. My kids. Would I ever be able to hold a baby of my own in my arms? Not if I was on the verge of showing schizophrenic

- "Our unsub spends his days wandering, trying to fight the desire to kill, yet he feels trapped by his hallucinations. No matter what he does or tries to do, the hallucination's power is greater than his own."

- "Because of his limited social circle as a child, it is our belief that the incident involved close friends or family. Now, once we figure out what happened when he was a kid and the stressor that recently triggered a relapse, we'll be that much closer to narrowing down the killer's identity."- (Y/N) finished talking and Hotch turned to me, waiting for my thoughts and knowledge.

- "Reid?"

- "We need you all to start searching in this area."- I slowly stood up and handed one of the detectives the map I had been working on.- "Based on previous kills, we know that he strikes at night and will not retreat until we find him."

I knew I had failed to hide my worries, Hotch noticed it, clearly, (Y/N) did as well, and when Morgan walked to me in the men's room as I washed my face, I knew he had as well.

- "You know, that profile kind of makes it sound like schizophrenia leads to serial killing."- I whispered as I dried my face with some paper towels.

- "That's not what we said at all, Reid."- Morgan walked over and stood next to me, as I turned and sat on the edge of the sink.

- "You know, my mom has schizophrenia. There are many different types: catatonic, disorganized... just because someone suffers from the inability to organize their thoughts or they can't bathe or dress themselves, it doesn't mean they'd stab someone in the chest 30 times postmortem."

Old me would have kept all that info for himself, but I was done with lies and secrets between friends. For once, I wanted to tell people how I felt. And I was scared, confused, and mostly, frustrated.

- "Reid, what's really going on?"

- "Our unsub's hallucinations aren't fractured like a typical schizophrenic. They're vivid and clear, leading me to believe that we're missing an important variable. Rather than making crazy conjectures, I think we should be trying to figure out what it is."

- "Ok, listen to me. I know this is a scary age for you. It's when schizophrenic breaks happen. Have you talked to anybody about this?"- I felt his hand on my shoulder, trying to contain me or support me. I kept my eyes down on my feet as I whispered.

- "No."

- "Have you seen a doctor?"

- "They all say I'm fine."

- "Then why don't you believe them?"

- "Because predicting one's chances of developing a genetic condition is like finding a penny in an ocean. I've had terrible headaches. I can't sleep at night. I can't focus on our cases. I only read 5 books last week."

- "Come on, kid, you gotta cut yourself some slack. You and (Y/N) just started dating, no one expects you to sleep at all."- Morgan chuckled and I cut him a short smile- "Besides, you're also depressed about Prentiss, and I get it... we all are. Reid, I miss her every day. But if your mind was splitting, do you really think you'd be able to figure out that this team is missing a variable?"

- "I'm just speculating that we are. I need to prove it."- I mumbled, clearly still frustrated.

- "Ok, then you do that. The moment you are wandering around the streets aimlessly, that's when I'll be concerned about you. Besides, your girlfriend would never let anything bad ever happen to you."- I smiled at those words as if (Y/N) could prevent a disease from attacking my brain.- "Come on, pretty boy. Let's get to work."

Of course, (Y/N) knew something was off with me. She looked at me as I walked into the room and cut me a short smile. I returned the grin and tried to reassure her I was ok. Sure, I wasn't, but I had to pretend. For work's sake at least.

- "I made you a tea"- she whispered and handed me a cup while Rossi busied himself reading some files and Hotch walked over, talking on the phone with García.

- "Thank you, ma cherie."

- "Do you need help with your geographic profile?"

- "I think I got something, actually"- I held her hand underneath the table for a moment and she gave it a little squeeze. I wanted to whisper something, but Hotch hung up the phone and I quickly turned to him, ready to finally contribute to the case.

- "You know, at the grocery store where Karen Heywood was shopping the night she was murdered, the clerk said the unsub was buying water and a lot of salt."

- "Saltwater could be used to torture his victim."- Rossi said, but I shook my head immediately.

- "Well, there's no evidence of that."- Morgan said and Ashley added

- "It could also be used to remove the victim's blood from clothing."

- "Think about this, though. The visions that schizophrenics have can be interpreted as demons. What do some people do when they think they have demons inside of them?"- I asked the group.

- "They could get an exorcism."- (Y/N) answered- "Sounds extreme, but this guy seems to be desperate"

- "Holy water is used in exorcisms."- Rossi added.

- "What about the salt?"- Seaver asked, and (Y/N) explained briefly

- "Salt is used in exorcisms and a variety of religious healings. Also in spells and wicca rituals. Now what we should do is see how many churches we can find in his comfort zone"

- "Three"- I replied and pointed at the map.

- "All right, let's see if any of them keep their doors open late."- Hotch commanded and we all stood up. At least working kept my mind busy and helped me stop overthinking, at least for a while.

(Y/N)'s point of view

It was clear something was wrong with Spencer. Schizophrenia was always a sensitive subject for him, for obvious reasons. And if the unsub was around our age, I was sure he was relating to him more than he should. Spencer wasn't schizophrenic, he hadn't presented any symptoms so far, and I knew he wouldn't. But he was worried all the time. It hunted him, like a nightmare he could never wake up from. I had always tried to ease his mind, and tell him it was all going to be ok, but under the already hard circumstances we were in, my boyfriend couldn't escape the dark thoughts.

And what was worse, I couldn't be with him that day. As soon as we reached the police station we were informed there had been another murder and Hotch asked Spencer and Morgan to go to the crime scene.

And there I was, at the police station with Seaver, talking. Yes, me, talking with her, trying to be friendly. She asked me to review the case file again, in case we were missing anything and I helped her. Hotch looked at us from the other side of the table and nodded. Of course, he was happy I was giving her a chance, and I was happy he wasn't scolding me again.

Spencer and Morgan arrived with the news: the unsub couldn't sleep, that was the missing variable. And that was all Garcia needed to give us a name and an address.

- "I looked at that list of schizophrenics that have been recently arrested in that 40-mile radius. I cross-checked it with ones that have gone to local pharmacies to get schizophrenia medication like thorazine or prolixin."- Penelope announced through the speaker. Spencer sat by my side and held my hand underneath the table, just as he had done the day before. I suppressed the smile and tried to focus.

- "Any of them have prescriptions filled for sleeping medication as well?"- Hotch asked and his voice took me back to reality.

- "Yes, one. Ben Foster. He has a prescription for thorazine and ambien."

- "What's his background, baby girl?"

- "He moved to Portland 3 years ago. A month ago he was in an apartment fire, after which he got a sleeping pill medication because his insomnia began again. When he was 10, he was questioned during an investigation about a fire that killed three people."

- "It could be part of the homicidal triad."

- "I'm looking at the police report right now. It turns out that two months before, his mom had a local minister perform an exorcism on him, and the three people who were killed in the fire helped perform that exorcism."

- "There it is! The exorcism!"- I pointed out, excited it had been true- "Pen, was he charged?"

- "No munchkin. He was acquitted in juvie court."

- "You got an address?"- Hotch closed the file case, looking rather impatient.

- "Uh, 2627 Halden way."

- "Let's go!"

- "Is your vest well adjusted?"- Spencer asked the second we got out of the SUV outside the address. I nodded and he still double-checked.

- "I'm ok honey. Nothing bad is gonna happen to me"- I whispered, taking a look around, making sure no one was paying attention to us.

- "Of course not, I am here and I'm gonna protect you no matter what."

- "Reid, you and (Y/L/N) take the side, Morgan and Seaver, the back. Rossi, come on"- Hotch commanded and in a second I had my gun in my hands and I was ready to catch our unsub. A part of me felt pity for him, he was sick, and he probably wasn't a bad person, but life had taken the best of him.

- "He is out back!"- we heard Morgan yell and the entire team started running out to the street.

I followed Spencer down the sidewalk, looking around us at any movement. The police and the rest of the team were near, trying to get eyes on Ben. But nothing. For eight minutes we got absolutely nothing. No one had seen the unsub running.

- "Hotch, we lost him"- Morgan announced through the radio. It was most likely that he had gotten into one of the houses to hide. And I knew we couldn't knock on every door in the neighborhood.

- "I think we've got something at 2218."- Hotch announced and I followed him along with Spencer to the back door.

- "Make his stop, please."- I heard Ben's voice arguing in the living room, and a little girl replied.

- "There's no one there."- my blood boiled when I realized he had two kids as hostages.

- "They're right there!"- the unsub yelled, and that's when Hotch, Spencer, and I walked into the room.

- "Ben, drop the knife."- our Unit Chief commanded. I kept my gun pointed at the unsub's face, as he grabbed the kids and pointed a knife at their necks.

- "Ben, we're not gonna shoot you, but we do need you to put down that knife, ok?"- I asked in the nicest tone of voice possible. When you are in a situation that includes kids, you have to make all you can to keep them from any traumatizing outcome.

- "All right, where are the other people in this room, Ben?"- Spencer asked slowly

- "Right there. You see him?"- the unsub pointed just where Reid was standing.

- "Right here?"- he asked and Ben nodded- "Were they there for the exorcism?"

- "I didn't kill them, though. I didn't do it! And I'm not lying!"

- "Ben, they're dead and they can't hurt you anymore."- I tried to explain, but I knew he wasn't going to understand that. He was increasingly more and more nervous.

- "They can!"

- "No, Ben. Your mind is playing tricks on you. Once you get help, it'll all stop."- Morgan said, also pointing a gun to his face.

- "Yes, you are!"- Ben argued with the imaginary people- "Yeah, ok. All right, I killed you. I set the fire!

- "Ben, listen to us. It's ok. We're gonna get you a doctor's help. I promise you that."- I tried to soothe him 'cos he was losing control, but he shook his head and tightened his grip on the kids.

- "No. The... The only way that you can help me is if you do it... If you kill me."

- "Ben, that's not true. Listen, the only way we can help you is if you put that knife down"- Spencer said as he put his gun back into his holster and raised his hands, trying to look unthreatening. I didn't hesitate, I unlocked my gun and kept it pointed at Ben as he spoke.

- "Are you sure that'll work?"

- "Oh, I'm absolutely sure of it."- Spencer replied.

- "Ok."- Ben released the kids and they ran out of the room with Seaver, that's when Ben grabbed his knife tight and ran to Spencer. But before he had taken two steps closer to him, I pulled the trigger and shoot him right in the leg.

- "We need an ambulance."- Hotch announced via radio, as Morgan kicked the knife away from Ben's hand.

- "Thanks"- Spencer whispered and walked towards me. I cut him a short smile and he held my hand.

- "I've got your back, honey. Always."- I whispered and wrapped an arm around him. I knew I was never going to hesitate, I would always pull the trigger if it meant his safety.

- "Are you ok?"- he asked and rubbed his hands kindly against my arms as we watched the paramedics take Ben outside the house straight to the ambulance.

- "Yeah, I'm ok. You?"- he just nodded and sighed. I knew something was bothering him, something his head couldn't stop overanalyzing, but he wasn't going to tell me about it, at least not yet.

- "Ready to go home?"- I asked him and he just nodded again- "I feel like cooking tonight, we deserve a nice good homemade dinner."

- "Marry me"- he said, blushing and I chuckled.

- "I'm guessing you liked the idea of me cooking then!"

- "That and you just saved my life."

- "You'd have done the same for me, honey bunny."

- "Hey, Reids! Come on! Time to go home!"- Morgan called us and we made our way out of the house.

Later that night, after a long trip and a nice dinner, Spencer and I laid on his couch, curled around each other, enjoying each other's company. He ran his fingers through my hair from time to time as I sighed in contentment, pleased to feel his scent around me as I rested my head on his chest and heard the sweet beat of his heart.

- "Do you like it here, ma cherie?"

- "I like anywhere where I can be with you, batsy."- I replied and he hummed, pleased with my answer, I guessed.

- "But, do you like my apartment?"

- "It's nice, it's so much like you, sometimes it feels like being inside your brain. I could definitely live here"- he hummed again and after a few minutes, he moved on the couch until he was looking straight into my eyes. I moved a few locks of hair from my face and he smiled, kissing the top of my nose.

- "And would you like to?"

- "What?"

- "Would you like to live here? With me?"

For a second, I didn't believe my ears. Had he actually said what I heard him say? Did he want to live with me? For real?

- "Wh... what?"

- "It doesn't have to be here, we can find somewhere new, or I can go to your apartment. I don't care where, I just... wanna live with you. I don't ever wanna wake up away from you anymore."

- "Wh... where is this coming from?"

- "My... heart?"- he answered and hesitated for a second.- "If you think it's too soon, we don't have to do it, I can wait. I just... wanna live with you."

- "I wanna live with you too"- I blurted out and sat on the couch, his body following mine in a second.

- "You do?!"- he questioned, not believing my answer- "You don't think it's too soon?"

- "I don't care if it's too soon! I wanna move in with you!"- Spencer hugged me and his lips found mine in a matter of seconds. I kissed him feverishly and felt his hands tangle on my hair as his tongue partnered my lips.

- "I love you"

- "Me more"

- "No ma cherié, no one loves anyone as much as I love you"

- "Then I'm glad we are gonna move in together, so I can prove you wrong!"

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Comfort Food (Young Peter Quill & Yondu Udonta)

A/N: This is one of several completed Yondu fics I wrote a few years ago and found sitting forgotten in a folder on my laptop a couple of weeks back, and I'm slowly making my way through them to get them all posted eventually. I'm not going to do much editing (just a glance-through to find glaring typos), and I feel like my writing has improved since then, but hopefully they'll be enjoyed. :)

Summary: A young Peter Quill has recently been abducted by the Ravagers and is struggling to come to terms with the meal options.

Warnings: I don't think there are any, but if I've missed one, just let me know.

Yondu didn’t see much of Peter at first after he brought him to the Eclector. As soon as Kraglin let go of him, Peter took off running and no one saw him for hours. Tullk eventually heard him crying in one of the storage rooms and immediately reported it to Yondu, who ordered food to be set outside the room occasionally, though it was never touched.

After a few days, Yondu was making one of his many trips past the storage room when he realized the boy was standing just inside the door instead of hiding behind the boxes in the back of the room.

Yondu stopped walking and stared at the Terran. Peter quailed a bit at the formidable sight and started to back into the room again, but stopped when Yondu spoke, though he flinched at the tone.

“Why ain’t’cha eatin’, boy?”

Peter took another step back and shook his head.

“What’s wrong? Can’t ya talk? I ain’t believin’ I got a Terran that can’t talk. Guess it’s a good thing I ain’t keepin’ ya fer yer talkin’.”

Peter’s brows constricted. “I can so talk!”

Yondu raised a brow. “What else can ya do?”

“I can do lots of things!”

“That right? Well, how ‘bout answerin’ my question.”

Peter looked down at the tray and made a face.

“My food ain’t good enough fer ya?”

“What is it?”

“It’s food. That’s all ya need ta know.”

“It doesn’t look like any food I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, ya ain’t seen much.”

Something in the bowl chose that moment to splash around and Peter yelled as he backed up a little more. “It… it moved!”

“Course it did. It’s better when it’s fresh.”

“I’m not eating that.”

“Then I guess yer gonna starve.”

Peter’s eyes filled with tears.

Yondu wasn’t used to tears and didn’t know how to deal with them, so he decided to handle it the same way he handled his crew. “Yer gonna eat it or yer gonna starve. Ain’t no other options.”

“Can’t we go to the grocery store?”

“Tha grocery store?”

“Yeah, that’s what… what my mom did when we needed food...” He trailed off quietly and looked at the floor as his hand moved to his Walkman on his hip. Yondu didn’t think Peter even realized he’d done it.

Yondu was decidedly uncomfortable at this turn of the conversation. “Ain’t no grocery stores ‘round here.”

A tear slid down Peter’s cheek. “Where… where are we?”

“We’re on our way to Morag.”

“Where’s that?”

“Near Xandar.”

“Where’s that?”

“Listen, boy, I ain’t got time fer no geography lessons.”

Peter looked at the floor again, and Yondu sighed. “We’ll go ta Xandar. They got some shops that sell Terran stuff. Maybe we can find some Terran food fer ya.”

“What’s… what’s Terran food?”

“Food from Terra… where yer from.”

“I’m… I’m from Earth.”

“Earth, Terra, whatever.”

Yondu’s wrist communicator beeped. “What is it, Oblo?”

“About to land on Morag, Cap’n.”

“Change of plans. We’re goin’ to Xandar.”

“But Cap’n, I thought we’s goin-”

“I said change of plans! Get us to Xandar.” He disconnected the call and turned back to Peter. “Come on.”

Peter hesitated, then followed Yondu down the hall, giving the bowl with the still-splashing creature in it a wide berth.

___

As they walked to the store that sold Terran food, Yondu realized he had no idea what kind of food to feed a Terran.

He cleared his throat, then asked, “So whad’dy’all Terrans eat?”

Peter opened his mouth to answer, then stopped, his thoughts swirling. He realized he had a unique opportunity to never have to eat his least favorite foods ever again.

“Well, boy?”

“Oh, well, candy is the biggest food group. We eat it for most meals.”

“Candy, huh? What’s that?”

“It’s… it’s got lots of vitamins in it. Helps us kids grow.”

“Huh. What else?”

“Pizza is also good for us. And ice cream and chips.”

“Well, surely this shop’ll have some of that stuff.”

As they entered the shop, Peter made a beeline to the Terran candy. “This is the best stuff for us. Chocolate. Oh! And these, too.”

Yondu narrowed his eyes and Peter was afraid Yondu had figured it out, but Yondu only said, “I ain’t payin’ an arm an’ a leg fer all this, so ya better jus’ pick out what ya need. I ain’t stockin’ up fer a year.”

Peter released a breath. “Okay.”

Yondu turned to look behind him. “What’re these?”

“Oh, those are… um… vegetables. They’re… they’re only for special occasions. Kids only get them if they do everything their parents ask them to do. We… we don’t get them often.”

He tried to look longingly at the broccoli to sell his story, but found it hard to do.

“That right?”

Peter nodded.

“Well, we ain’t buyin’ no veg’tables today. Ya gotta earn ‘em!”

Peter tried to look disappointed. “Okay.”

“Here, get some more a these candy bars. An’ ya better eat ‘em all or I’m gonna… gonna eat’cha.”

Peter’s eyes went wide. He had no problem with eating the candy, but he was taken aback by Yondu’s threat. Surely he wouldn’t eat him… Little did he know that it would soon become Yondu’s favorite threat, along with “Ya better do what I say or there ain’t gonna be no vegetables fer ya!”

Peter filled his basket with candy, frozen pizzas (which would have to do until he figured out how to have pizza delivered to the ship), and several tubs of ice cream. Yondu picked up a few more candy bars, not wanting the Terran to starve.

“Oh! I need to get something to drink. Like, um, soft drinks and chocolate milk. Water is… bad for us.”

Yondu quit walking and stared at Peter. “Water’s bad fer y’all? That don’t sound right.”

“Umm… maybe not bad. But… uh… we shouldn’t have it too often. We’ll… um… get… water sickness.”

“Water sickness?”

“Yeah, it’s bad.”

“Well, jus’ don’t drink too much of it. I ain’t gonna be worryin’ ‘bout takin’ ya ta no doctor.”

“I won’t.”

“’Cause if I catch ya drinkin’ too much, I’ll eat’cha!”

Peter’s eyes went wide and he nodded.

___

Back on the ship, Peter was trying to distract himself from his current situation by sorting his new stash of junk food. The fact that he’d lost his mother and been taken from his grandparents and his planet hadn’t yet sunk in completely. He turned up the volume on his Walkman and opened a candy bar, his mother’s favorite, as he laid down on his jacket to listen to the music.

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Okay, first off- thank you so much for responding eeee!! I literally got so excited when I saw this last night! Second! I was reading your writing tips [and now I’m gonna try and enter NaNoWriMo this coming November] but I would still love a little help :D

I was hoping I could maybe hear more about how you got people’s attention / what your main reading resources are that developed your amazing writing; and how you were able to partner with other writers for the first time?? Like, how did those interactions transition to trusting relationships? :>

I’ve been a fanfic writer since I was 11, and I started looking into being an original writer this last year. I’ve admired the fanfic writing community since I was 11, but I’ve never tried reaching out, until now.

So this really meant the world to me that you responded :> :) :D

I have so many ideas, but I have a really hard time with writing more than one beginning-or-end chapter.

So I had thought, maybe learning how you got to where you are, would show me the way.

-Thank you for listening to me ramble. lol.

Good luck with NaNoWriMo! It's going to be quite the trip, but hopefully it'll be fun as a whole. Be sure to sign up on the official website!

As for how to get attention... honestly it's a mix of skill and luck. It's hard to coach anyone how to do that because it's all about having the ability to write something good while ALSO landing in a spot where people are able to actually get a chance to see your work. I posted lfls when the fanfic scene of Rise of the TMNT was very small; it was one of the few plot-driven longer fics of the time, so it was easy for people to notice it. And once it was noticed and talked about in that smaller circle of fans, as the fandom's size exploded it was already easy to find for newcomers that wanted to try reading Rise fics so it was just yanked up there with that wave. I couldn't recreate that situation if I tried. But if you get your storytelling ability up to a certain standard, I think you'll at least find some people out there that will be excited to read your work. I can't promise it would be in fandom famous amounts, but you never know! Hopefully the luck aspect will happen for you, too.

Most of the chances I've had at teaming up with other writers and artists was because my work was already known. I've been approached multiple times because people who I admired noticed me following them on social media and since they liked my own work or even just knew of my reputation, wanted to become friends (and vice versa!). And I find that that's actually a really good way to make friends, if you happen to be in that situation! We both are intimidated by each other for a good three days and then two weeks later I'm making fun of them for being short on Twitter (I'm sorry Pen, True, and Andy lol). It's easier for me to take that step into connecting with people I admire when I kind of know they are also a bit scared of me in the same way, haha. Any other times I've met people is by becoming friends in larger fandom discord servers, which is also a great way. Just be careful and follow the standard online safety rules.

For resources, I just read a lot as a kid. Like a book every two days. I also was active writing online, of course, and read fanfics a lot. And then I also majored in Creative Writing in college. Personally I think actual classes help some, but the best thing was actually posting my work and seeing what kind of reception it got and judging how to push that even farther from there. I would also see what kind of language I liked or disliked from a wide variety of fics and books, including the classic ones I read during high school. I have a scathing hatred of Faulkner and took NOTES on how to avoid his style lol.

After that... I think you're mostly getting at that you want a road map of my little journey, so sure! Here's some highlights.

As a kid, I spent most afternoons at a friend's house. We would staple paper together and make little comics. Mine were mostly bad Warrior Cats fanfiction.

2009-2012 I was active on a virtual pet website called Chicken Smoothie (yes that's the name. What About It) with an active forum area. There was a lot of little roleplays I joined there, and often contests to adopt character designs would include a writing section. The friends I made there and whatnot really started me on creating characters and trying to write more often. I even started my own original story there based on some of the pet designs.

2012(?) I posted my first official fanfic online. It was called I Must Be Dreaming and has since been deleted from everywhere except my old personal files. It was about a main character being brainwashed into joining the villains in an old anime series (sound familiar?)

2013 I posted and finished a fanfic called Shadows of Pride for Fullmetal Alchemist. It was seven chapters and 27k words in total. The main thing I learned from this one was how to plan a story out and complete it. This was also the first year I entered NaNoWriMo for an original 50k novel called Wide Awake.

2015 was the Undertale period for me. I got up to top 10 ranked Undertale fanfics on fanfic.net, and finished a full longer story- Over and Over, which was around 64k. I also wrote some shorter ones, but that was the only one of note. After that year, I transferred to ao3 as my home base for fanfic.

2017 beat NaNoWriMo again with another 50k original story titled Lights Out.

2018/19 I worked on a My Hero Academia fanfic called Way Out of Character. I never finished this one, but I absolutely learned more about manipulating how I utilized POV in my writing.

2020 I started Like Father Like Son.

#glitch answers #writing advice #longer post #why do I feel embarrassed about talking about myself for this much AGKDHLDGHJ

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Don't Go to Work, I'll Take Care of You

I have been waiting and waiting for this fig set, which is funny, because I almost didn't buy it.

Gentle figthusiast, let's take a trip back in time - back to the days of yore, before October 15, 2022. Yes, that far back. It seems both like yesterday, and like ten years ago, in this strange warping of time that has occurred since the pandemic hit back in 2020. These figs went up for sale early September 2022, and I had hemmed and hawed over them for a while. If you've been reading for a while, you know I really don't prefer teary-eyed figs, and I knew nothing about either Zhang Min (Zhehan's character from Everyone Wants to Meet You) or Zhao Fanzhou (Gong Jun's character from The Love Equations). These looked like fairly plain figs, and while the name of them was super cute, I thought I could probably live without them.

At the time, I was at one of those inflection points (I've had a couple) where my heart wanted to collect all the figs, and my brain was aghast at the absolute pure insanity. My brain was trying to bargain with my heart by telling it that it could have all the figs that were Special, and Important, and had Meaning, and hey, maybe we didn't need ones we didn't necessarily know anything/care about.

But, thankfully, I had been down That Path before, and I knew where it led. It led to me finding out just how Special, and Important, and Meaningful those figs were that I didn't buy (via the story, or a Twitter post, or a picture) after sales had already closed, and me suffering paroxysms of regret. So I told myself, no, there's a story here, and I just haven't had a chance to watch the show and I don't want to Regret It (tm), so I bought them. But that being said, I promptly forgot about them, because I just didn't find them that interesting and I really wished Zhang Min was not so unhappy.

And then October 15, 2022 hit, and 61K words of the most incredibly perfect Zhoumin story landed at Ao3:

Cross Contamination: an Inadvertent Transfer of Materials and Affections

If I do nothing else with this blog but convince someone to read this story, it will be well worth it. I'm absolutely tempted to re-read it for the nth time (I don't dare put the actual number on the grounds it may incriminate me for how I'm obsessed with this story).

It may amuse you to know that as I was reading this and nearing the end, I actually was thinking about this fig set, how perfect it was, and congratulating myself on listening to my heart and buying them! I would have been crushed logging onto Xianyu immediately after finishing and buying it, no question, at whatever price, scalpers be damned.

I still have not watched either show, and I'm totally ok with that (I will eventually!), because frankly all I need is this story in my life. In brief, Zhang Min is a harried hotel CEO, and Fanzhou is a forensics college student. I won't spoil anything, but Zhang Min does seem to have had a tough run of things, and definitely could stand to not go to work and let Fanzhou take care of him. (Sometimes I think we could all stand to not go to work and let Fanzhou take care of us, but moving on!)

Let's have a few pics before we get started - and kick it off with Zhehan/Zhang Min:

And of course, the inspiration for the fig:

Mostly I know Everyone Wants to Meet You as the show where Zhang Zhehan looks exceptionally fine wearing suits and sporting a buzzcut. You know I am a proud member of Team Long-Hair Zhehan, but I have eyes.

And now Gong Jun/Fanzhou:

I don't remember college seniors looking like this, I'm just gonna say.

Here we have our favorite hotel magnate having a tough day, and here we also have our favorite big eyed, sweet-faced college senior. I must say the fig maker absolutely nailed Zhehan's teary pout! Poor guy!

That's right, Fanzhou, patiently listening when someone's had a hard day is always welcome.

I never like the side shots where they're facing away from each other! Maybe sometimes difficult secrets can only be said when someone isn't looking directly at you.

There we go, sometimes secrets are best told to walls with someone patiently and calmly sitting next to you. I see the fig maker decided to keep to the theme of Zhang Min's form fitting, slim-cut suit.

I'm trying out doing three-quarter angles on these fig photos now, I feel like we get some nice views this way.

We definitely do! I'll try to be consistent with this from here on out.

These figs sit decently well, but for all that you might think they'd be solidly stable, they're not tremendously so. Like they won't spontaneously fall over or anything, but it's one of those things where if you bumped the table or cabinet (hard) they might. I put them on fig stands and feel much better about it.

Hehe, Zhehan's buzz cut in fig form is always so funny to me!

I was so busy narrating the tale of my purchase of these figs that I neglected to put their packaging pic up first. These little guys came very securely wrapped and arrived perfectly in their plain white box.

Here's the box card - it's so cute! We have the cat and the tears on Zhang Min's side, and the puppy and hearts on Fanzhou's size. They're safe and cozy together!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 225

Scene Count: 18

Rating: Husbands take care of each other!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#jzeu #zhang zhehan #gong jun #zhang min #zhao fanzhou #everyone wants to meet you #the love equations #shl cast #word of honor cast #figthusiast

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sugarrushproductions · 2 years

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Tales Of Arcadia(Voltron)

Boring Old Arcadia

Keith woke to his alarm blaring and quickly but sleepily shut it off. Groaning and pulling the Garrison pamphlet Shiro had given him a few months before and his blanket off, he got up.

His room on the second floor wasn't as you would expect for a 17 year old boy. Neat and tidy, sparsely decorated. Maybe a few model airplanes, fighter jets, and futuristic motorcycles that he'd made from other sets put together, but that was all.

Keith got up after a glance around his room, leaving his bed a mess as he got dressed for the day. Before heading downstairs to meet Hunk outside to ride to school, he had a little time to check on Shiro.

Shiro was a cop, one of the best on the force. A beat cop always working the night shift which always left him to sleep during the day. Keith didn't mind because it always left him with the day to himself and he'd still get to see him at night for dinner.

Carefully moving the door open so as to not have it creek and wake him up, Keith entered his room. As he thought, Shiro was halfway off the bed and still in his uniform. He allowed himself a chuckle before moving the two limbs on the bed and covering him up.

Shiro made a noise and swiped at his face, but just rolled over on his side and sighed. Keith left left with a fond smile.

Which was ruined by the stupid raccoons in his trash.

"Fu-" he started as he picked up the trash.

"Hey, watch the language," a voice chuckled from above. Looking up revealed it was Hunk, three brown paper bags in hand.

"I think I've got a right when raccoons keep rummaging in my trash." Keith stood and grabbed two of the bags. "What did you make today?"

"An eloquent meatloaf with balsamic mushrooms and sun dried tomatoes. A bit of cardamom too." Keith had opened one of the bags and sniffed. Immediately he was overwhelmed by a wonderful smell. "I know Shiro is on a diet, or whatever, but I just tried out this knew recipe and want him to try it. Do you think he will? Or will he just lie about eating it? Maybe it'll give him indigestion? You know what, he shouldn't eat it- let me just-" Hunk had made to grab at it, but Keith pulled it back.

"He'll love it Hunk." Keith quickly ran back inside and put Shiro's bag into the fridge, wrote a quick note, and hurried back out.

Because of how long that took, as they were riding their bikes (though Keith really wished he had a motorcycle) he suggested that they take the canal to school. Hunk hated the idea as he almost never got out without walking up. But Keith still made the turn and Hunk had no chance but to follow.

Keith sped up as he got closer to the edge, readying to jump. It was one of his favorite things to do. It made him feel like he was flying, if only for a fleeting moment. The way he did it was reckless and stupid and had gotten him injured a good few times when he was younger, but he loved it all the same.

He hit the rock that he'd laid out years back, now overgrown and mossy save for the place he always hit it and got launched into the air.

For the next second he looked up at the bright blue sky and he was alone and free. No bad memories, no pain, no sadness. Unfortunately, like all the good things in his life, it ended far to soon.

As he landed, Keith stopped right next to a large pile of rocks that definitely hadn't been there Friday. And what was that blue glow coming from it?

"Oh-oh- ohhh, I hate taking the canal!" Hunk yelled, whizzing past him. Keith paid him no mind; this happened every time. At least his stomach had gotten used to it by now and he'd stopped puking.

"Keith...." Came a voice from the pile. Keith jumped back, wondering if he'd just imagined it. "Keith Kogane."

That was not in his head.

"Ok, you really need to move that rock," Hunk said, starting to walk his bike up the other side. "I've tripped over that thing too many times and if you're gonna keep insisting we go through the canal- Keith?" Hunk turned around to find that Keith wasn't listening in the slightest. "Of course." Hunk groaned, propping up his bike and walking to Keith's side.

That's when he heard it too. Keith's name being called from the weird rubble. Was there a stone finger over there?

"Uh, Keith?" Hunk asked, backing up as Keith began digging in the rocks. "Maybe we should go. I- I mean, this all so creepy and this could be a trap to kidnap us! I mean they already know your name. What else do they know?!"

Hunk then began to rant about how they could know his favorite food, the way he cooked, what his favorite movies were, ect. Keith ignored him and continued digging in the rubble. Soon enough he found the source of the blue glow and likely the voice calling his name. It was a strange thing, a sorta amulet. Not a walkie-talkie like he thought.

"I wonder-" Keith started, but was cut off by the school bell ringing.

"Final bell! Come on, Keith! We're going to be so late, our kids will have detention!" Keith jumped back on his bike as he shoved the amulet into his pocket. He'd figure out what it was later.

. . .

"Keith, stop staring out the window," Hunk whispered to Keith. "Mr. Kade is gonna get onto you again and you can only get detention a few more times before you're expelled."

"I get it Hunk," Keith whispered back, looking to their history teacher, Mr. Curtis Kade. He had dark skin, a coltish physique, prominent ears, and an oblong jaw. His limp, dark brown hair and vivid blue eyes shone in the dim light of the classroom. Keith also noticed that he was also fairly tall, at least a little taller than Shiro.

But right now, he was talking strategies and Keith didn't want to listen. Hunk was clacking away on his computer at his side, so while he tried to focus his eyes on something else but not be too suspicious in his avoidance of the lesson, he asked Hunk about it.

"I've been searching for that amulet you found," Hunk whispered back. "See if it's some kind of unknown tech or something. Even though it looks old, it doesn't seem to have any record of anything like it. And most of what I found were toys."

Keith had only barely noticed his continued rambling. His eyes had fallen to Lance, the most annoying gut in the class. Not in the school, as that right was reserved for James Griffin.

But the way his soft brown locks fell across his face, his tan skin. The way his sea blue eyes shone in any light. The way his smile lit up any room. The way he had a snarky or sassy or just plain stupid remark for anything. The way his stomach had butterflies every time they were even in the same room together.

That made him rival Griffin in being the annoyance of the school.

"You know, just because you can't stare out the window, doesn't mean you can stare at Lance."

"I'm not staring at him."

"Yes, you are. And drooling a little bit."

"I am not."

"Just pay attention to Mr. Kade."

"If it's so important to pay attention, why aren't you?"

"I do my work in advance so I can focus on my own home projects. Makes for more free time-"

"Keith, would you agree?" Mr. Kade asked, suddenly right behind him. Hunk pretended not to have been involved in the conversation.

"Uh, sir?" Keith asked dumbly.

"With Herodotus' opinions on his tactics of war, as I've described?"

"S-sure?" Mr. Kade sent him a smirk saying he saw through his lie.

"Which ones?"

"Um, obviously the winning ones." The whole class laughed, save for Hunk. Keith looked around confused. Wasn't that what everyone would say? The bell rang and Mr. Kade called out to the class about the homework assignment and asked to have a moment with Keith. Hunk both hurried out and took his time since the next class was gym.

"Keith, I know school isn't your thing, but you can't just ignore it."

"Yeah, I know," Keith muttered, picking up the mess his spilt backpack made. "It's just-"

"You're worried about Shiro?" Keith didn't answer, but his silence and refusal to look Mr. Kade spoke volumes. "I know how you feel. My uncle was in the army. Fighting overseas. Every time I- sorry, I'm making it worse." Keith had frozen midway through stuffing another book into his bag. Mr. Kade rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I'm just saying I get it and if you need to talk-"

"I'll think about it," Keith said, getting up and trying to hurry off.

"Hang on, I wasn’t finished." Keith stopped and slowly turned around. "Relax, you aren't in trouble. I just think it's about time I talk to Shiro. Have him give me a call. Oh, and here's a note for Coach Lawrence as to why you're late. Also, if you like Lance-"

"Thank you, Mr. Kade, but I gotta go," Keith said, taking the two notes and hurrying off as the bell rang.

. . .

"Why won't you just talk to him?" Hunk asked, putting his socks and shoes on. Keith was already dressed and waiting on him. They were the only two left.

"Because he's annoying," Keith scoffed, hiding the rising heat in his cheeks by staring at the amulet. Hunk replied with an "Uh huh, sure".

Suddenly, a scurrying from the behind the lockers. Hunk was still spouting about how he should just talk to Lance and stop denying his feelings, not just related to Lance. Keith wasn't listening, instead getting up and following the sound to the shower room. It was steamy and he couldn't see anything but a silhouette moving in the back. If only the school allowed him to carry his knife around.

"Keith," Hunk said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Keith jumped away in surprise. "Dude, you know Lance isn't in there. He left awhile ago."

"I'm not trying to find Lance!" Keith shouted.

"Calm down, I'm just teasing. Sorry." Keith took a few needed breaths and calmed down a little.

"No, I'm sorry. Let's just get out of here." As they left and passed by a poster of the school Romeo and Juliet play with a twist, they didn't notice the creature poking it's head out of the doorway.

. . .

"It's true, Griffin!" Pidge yelled, even as they were being shoved into one of the smallest lockers they'd ever seen. They kicked wildly, but it was futile. "I saw the creatures again!"

"Yeah right," Griffin scoffed as he shut the locker. It was dark and hot in there, but no books or anything of the sort. It must be Griffin's locker. "Next you're gonna say that you saw your crackpot brother." Pidge kicked locker door in an attempt to get out and pummel his stupid face.

"Don't you dare talk about my brother like that! He's not crazy!"

"You keep talking about him like he's still here when everyone knows he died two years ago."

"He's not dead! I'll find him!" Laughter that started with Griffin issued. Pidge punched the locker door, the only thing they could do to keep tears from racing down their cheeks.

"Hey, cut it out Griffin," a new voice said. They only knew him from a distance, but it was definitely Hunk.

"Let them out." And that was Keith. If anyone could put Griffin in his place, it would be those two. Mainly Keith due to his reputation in school for getting into fights. Though, maybe they shouldn't be rooting for that.

"Or what, Kogane? We all know you can't-" he was interrupted by a bang against the lockers. Pidge heard a whymper escape from Griffin's mouth and couldn't help but smirk.

"You wouldn't," Griffin challenged. But there was legitimate fear in his voice.

"Let them out, then."

"I'm not letting the crazy girl out until she admits she's lying."

"Just let them out!" Hunk started. Then continued to chant getting others in on it. Pidge luck to get into this school, because everyone who was chanting were using the right pronouns.

Soon enough, Coach Lawrence came by and asked what the problem was, to which all three said nothing. It was getting harder to hear, so Pidge leaned against the door. A mistake because as soon as they did, it opened a they fell flat on their face with a yelp.

"What were you doing in there, Gunderson?" Coach asked.

"Just uh, hanging out," Pidge said they got up, fixing their glasses. They wanted to get revenge on their own. Maybe they would 'be forced' to do Griffin's homework again and would make it obvious that they had done it for them. That would be fun, along with all the other possibilities they though of. "I'm good, Coach."

"They better be, Griffin," he said before stalking off. The crowd dispensed, but Griffin grabbed the collar of Keith's shirt.

"This isn't over, Kogane," Griffin said. "You. Me. Friday at noon." With that, he walked off leaving the last three to stare at his figure.

. . .

"Did you see that chant I started?" Hunk asked, fairly excitedly. Keith was just staring blankly ahead. He couldn't fight Griffin. He knew that. He knew that too well. One more fight and he'd be expelled. And then what would Shiro say to him?

But Griffin couldn't keep torturing kids like that. Stuffing them into lockers, making fun of them- the only reason Keith and Hunk we're spared was because Keith had rep for starting fights. And the other guys never came out without a black eye and bruises while Keith remained mostly unscathed.

"Keith, buddy, you ok?" Hunk asked before the two went their separate ways. All Hunk had to do was finish walking around the semi-circle dead end and to his house across the street.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Keith answered, not looking at him. The stars were bright tonight. One of the few perks of living in boring old Arcadia.

"Keith, I know what you're thinking about. We've been living next to each other for years. I know you enough to know that you're actually considering fighting him." Keith whipped his head to him. Was he really that readable? "Yes, Griffin is a jerk. But he can be taken down in more... peaceful ways."

"Not what he deserves."

"I know that. I really do. But you don't deserve to be expelled. Just don't fight him, ok?" Hunk put a hand on his shoulder for only a second before walking to his house. Keith gave one last look at the stars before heading inside.

Keith threw his bag on the couch, grabbed the remote, and sat down with a groan. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Hunk was right, of course. He knew it. But his impulses wouldn't let any other course of action cross his mind. It was like it was in his DNA to fight first, ask questions later.

Keith shifted, noticing the weight in his pocket. Right. That strange talking amulet he'd found in the canal. Sitting up and pulling the thing out of his pocket, he studied it. It looked like some kind of weird clock with all those gears and bits.

"Um, hello?" He asked it. He felt stupid and turned it over. There was no room for any wires or tech in it at all, especially if this thing was as old as it looked. "Is anyone there?" Still no answer. Whatever. He'd put the thing up on eBay tomorrow morn-

"Keith Kogane," Came the voice so suddenly that Keith yelped and threw the thing against his bag. A strange light came from it, scanning a nearby magazine.

"Who- or what are you? How do you know my name?" No answer. At least, not a traditional one. Banging from the basement. Raccoons. Or kidnappers, like Hunk said. Maybe the amulet was some kind of tracker.

Running upstairs quietly so as not to alert the ones below so he could grab his knife so he could defend himself properly, he snuck down to the basement. Nothing made another noise or showed itself to him.

"Who ever is here, I'm armed and my- my roommate is a cop," he called. "So don't try anything."

"Master Keith!" A voice called from behind him. Keith turned, ready to fight but stopped cold. This- this thing wasn't human.

It had blue, most likely stone skin, six eyes, four arms- was a good five feet taller than him. His knife wouldn't do anything to him. Backing up, he bumped into something stone. He wasn't anywhere near the wall and even if he were, it wasn’t a stone wall. Looking up he say a grey face with mossy green hair surrounding it. At least this one only had two eyes.

"Master Keith, if you would please pay attention," Six Eyes said. Keith did as asked, but made sure he was aware of the big one's movement. Six Eyes cleared its (his?) throat and held out his bottom two hands and clasping the top two. "I am known as Blinky. He is Arrrgh (three r's)." The big one greeted him. "And you, Master Keith, have been chosen."

"Chosen for what? Who are you? What are you doing in my basement?"

"Didn't I just introduce us?" The big one agreed to that, moving his head to get a better look at Keith. Keith jumped back, hitting his hand against the furnace.

"Hmm, he looks scared Blinky," the big one said.

"Uh, Aaarrrgghh, my good fellow, would you mind? This is a moment of some solemnity."

For a moment, Keith let down his guard to wonder what the word was.

"Hmm? Solembily?"

"It means serious and dignified."

"Hmm. Dig-oo-nified."

"Can you just get to the point?" Keith asked, getting angrier by the second. Both the creatures seemed to notice. "Why are you here?"

"Master Keith," Six Eyes began carefully, noting Keith's discomfort, "we are her because you have been chosen. The Amulet of Daylight challenges you to ascend to the most sacred of offices."

"Orifices? What orifices?" The big one asked. Six Eyes turned to him.

"Offices. It means responsibility." He turned back Unbeknownst to your kind, there is a secret world, a vast civilization of trolls lurking beneath your very feet, hidden from view."

"Trolls?" Keith whispered in disbelief. This was all too much. Too much for one night. The amulet that spoke his name, the fight with Griffin, the TROLLS. It all came crashing into his mind like a plane going down.

"Trolls. Yes, trolls. And it is now your charge to protect them. For you, Master Jim, are the Trollhunter. So, This honor is yours to accept. So, what say you?" Blinky asked.

Keith never gave an answer, instead his eyes roll to the back of his head as he falls to the floor, his body lying still as the two trolls that invaded his house, surrounded him. One thing was for sure.

He'd never call this town boring again.

#klance #voltron #voltron legendary defender #toa #tales of arcadia #trollhunters

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alieinthemorning · 6 months

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An Addition to Change [Gojo Satoru]

Content: Major Character Death, Angst, AU: No Curses, Blood and Injury, JJK 237 Spoilers

Pronouns: None

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Change is something that Satoru did a lot. He changed his clothes, furniture, cars and even house at a whim. Often times, he'd have at least five outfit changes in a day, there would be movers in and out of the house replacing furniture, he'd come home with a new car and about every one-two years you'd be moving to a new place.

And you'd just gone along with it all.

But this?

This was a bit much.

You eyed the child sitting across from you on the large gray couch, brand new, not even a dent in the cushions yet. He had black hair that was sticking up in every direction, violet eyes that bore into your own, unimpressed with...everything it seemed, and a frown that was too old and tired for a child his age.

Your gaze turned to Satoru, who was sitting beside you. He was pointedly looking at his phone, scrolling through social media to avoid both you and the child's stare.

"We can't avoid this, Satoru." You began, "Can you please tell me what happened? But be for real this time."

Because "I just found him, and it seemed like he needed a home!" is not an explanation at all. Sounds like he kidnapped a child off the streets, and you really didn't want to get tied up into something like that.

Satoru sighed in that dramatic way that he does, lolling his head away from you. "I told you—"

The child cut him off. "I've been living alone for a while now. He's been bothering me ever since he found out, and now I'm here, I guess." Satoru glared at him, but nodded along.

"Okay...and what about your guardians?"

"Dead." He replied flatly.

Your heart tightened. That poor baby, to have to navigate the world all by himself and for only he knows how long.

"What's your name?" You asked softly.

"...Megumi."

"Okay, Megumi, what would you like to do? Would you like to go back to where you were, or would you rather stay here with us?"

He was quiet for a moment, playing with the sleeves of his jacket before finally answering you. "...I wanna stay here."

You smiled, "Okay, then." then it dropped, "We literally don't have anything for you."

Satoru laughed loudly, snorting while your head swiveled toward him. "What are we gonna do?"

He stood, wiping a tear from his eye. "We're gonna go shopping, of course."

And after that shopping trip, you and Megumi vowed to never go shopping with Satoru again.

Mornings were always hard for you. It would either be a rough sleep of tossing and turning or a nightmare that disturbed your sleep to the point of waking up just as tired, if not more, than when you went to sleep. So often times you'd lay in bed, fighting between succumbing to sleep or proceeding with living.

But then a small, warm hand landed on your cheek.

"I'm hungry. I would have fed myself, but I don't know where anything is..."

You blinked.

Oh right, Megumi.

You were not ready for a change as massive as this one, but you had to get up regardless because now there was a child in your care. So you pulled yourself up and smiled.

"Good morning, Megumi."

Change was something Megumi also did a lot. However, it made sense with him because he was a child and children were always changing.

His favorite food changed weekly, which kept you on your toes and kept you from fretting on what to make anymore.

He was a growing, which meant new clothes needed to be bought ever few months (which prompted you to convince Satoru to stop buying him such expensive clothing).

His favorite shows and interests were also ever-changing. New toys were bought every week, and it was beginning to get harder to hold a conversation with Megumi since he would always be talking about something new (it was worth it though to see that sparkle in his eye when he talked about the things that he enjoyed).

There were a few things that didn't change, though.

He still loved frogs. He loved going out in the rain to hunt for them, despite usually coming back in empty-handed (you had to stop Satoru from having frogs on standby for rainy days).

He also loved dogs, which prompted Satoru into getting him two dire wolf dogs (how the hell he got them is beyond you).

He still only tolerated Satoru (that's what he said, but he really was opening up to him).

And he still favored you (you don't think that that will ever change, though).

"Thanks for not turning me away..." Megumi told you, as his face was just about buried in Shiro's white fur.

Satoru was still changing, but not as materialistically.

Now he was making more of an effort to be home with you and Megumi (his days were now nine-five, no exceptions and no more bring work home).

More of an effort to bond with Megumi, who was thankfully warming up to him (he was even able to take him out on their own outings without the day going horribly wrong).

More of an effort to understand your words from before.

He is not the strongest, and that's okay (he did cry a bit when Megumi got sick, however. It was something new and scary for him, so you wouldn't tease him about it...much).

"Thank you for taking such good care of Megumi." His arms wrapped around your waist as his lips brushed against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. "And thank you for staying by my side all this time."

You also were changing.

You think it's a good thing.

"I love you two so much." Your smile was shy, but your words were genuine. "Thank you so much for being a part of my life and turning this house into a home."

You'll never forget the smiles they gave you. Bright, wide, full of teeth and as warm as a sun beam.

Hopefully, you'll continue to change alongside your boys.

There was a lot of present/past tense errors in here lol. A small bit of grammatical errors. And I changed a few things.

Reminder that this was a response to JJK236 lmao

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annikasevenshots · 2 years

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to recap

No Man's Land

Seven: [...] More than that, he adores her in a way I didn't even know was possible. I've never felt anything like what he felt for Helena.

Raffi: True love, huh?

Seven: He almost let her go when they first met. She wanted more but he wasn't having it. One day he just surrendered, made her the centre of his universe, and to hear him tell it every moment after that was filled with wonder and joy and purpose and all the things life is supposed to be about. Can you imagine losing that?

Raffi: I can't imagine having it.

...

Raffi: I didn't come here for Ebla or the Rangers. I came for you.

Seven: I know.

Raffi: So don't push me away. You're safe here, I promise. You don't have to solve all the universe's problems alone.

Seven: You're not the first person to tell me that.

Raffi: I don't want to be the first. I just want to be the last.

Seven: Where the hell did you come from?

Raffi: Let's get back to the ship.

Seven: No, not yet. Stay here with me. Under the stars.

...

Seven: Sometimes when we're together I can almost... glimpse something in the distance, a possibility. Something different and it scares the hell out of me.

...

Seven: You're a lot, Raffi. You're willing to go all in here and I don't know if I can do that... yet.

Raffi: So we have a conversation. That's what people do when they're scared and they care about each other.

Seven: That's when I usually run.

...

Seven: It's been years since I sat still long enough to actually think about... you know.

Raffi: I think I do.

Seven: I find commitment —

Raffi: Suffocating?

Seven: Baffling. But it would be nice to have, no, to create something worth sacrificing eternity for.

...

Raffi: I know what I want here. I'm not sure you do yet. But it's okay, there's no rush. What these two people had, Gillan and Helena, takes commitment. And for that, you have to at least believe that it's possible.

Seven: I'm at least willing to suspend my disbelief.

Raffi: So let that be enough for now. We don't have to figure it all out tonight. You know where I am and where I'll be.

Seven: So we go slow. One moment at a time.

Ep1:

Raffi: She has me wanting... something more.

Ep2:

Raffi: You're also married. Looks like someone worked out their commitment issues?

Ep3:

Raffi: Why do you look so relaxed? You're never relaxed.

...

Seven: My girlfriend and I were looking to capture an image.

Ep4:

Seven: Raffi, you lost someone, and losing him was not your fault.

Ep5:

Seven: You're being careless.

Raffi: And you're being too goddamn careful!

...

Seven: I know you. You need a target. You wanna set your feet and fight.

Raffi: And all you wanna do is run away.

Seven: That's right. Because something that's not moving is vulnerable.

...

Seven: I've got your back, you've got mine, right?

Ep6:

Raffi: There's a lot of baggage with those Borg implants. It's nice to see her travel light for a while.

Ep7:

Raffi: Our pain is beautiful and tragic and everyone loves hearing about it.

Seven: Absolutely.

Raffi: Plus, we're the main event. Now, Jurati and Rios? They're like a side story.

Seven: And obviously, you know how the main story ends.

Raffi: What, you mean once we're through all this shit? Well, the premonition I'm having is us. Old. And we sit on park benches, tripping teenagers on those floaty things with our canes.

Seven: I'm better at it than you.

Raffi: Of course.

...

Raffi: You haven't touched your coffee. You never don't touch your coffee.

Ep8:

Seven: I don't know, Raffi, I'm not Borg.

Raffi: But you're Seven.

Seven: And who is that, exactly, to you?

...

Raffi: Wow, that's incredibly spot-on.

Seven: Can you not? That I can access her, it's not impressive. You could just be a little bit less happy that I'm defective.

Raffi: I'm gonna try to not take you personally right now —

Seven: You manipulate. Everyone has to be exactly where Raffi wants them to. You think we don't see it, but we all do.

Ep9:

Raffi: You really would make a great captain. When we get out of this —

Seven: We're not getting out of this.

Raffi: Nope, probably not.

...

Seven: I've been this, I've been Seven much longer than I was ever Annika. It was just nice to be ordinary.

Raffi: Well, that's impossible. Because no matter how you come, Borg or human, you are the most extraordinary person I know.

You know, all your life, you've been running from these, from this. And I can't help but wonder how much more you'd be capable of, how much more you could be... if you just stopped.

...

Seven: I'm myself.

—

...and THAT has been the build up this entire season leading up to episode 10. they played the long game and it... worked. the pacing is immaculate and i'm so excited to see what all their hard work — their baggage and arguments and trust and tenderness this entire season — will bring them for the finale.

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spartanblacksmith · 2 years

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Okay, this is gonna be my own "Humans are Space Orcs" story, so here you go.

Art used is by Andrius Matijoius. I just really like it, so cool.

The Unbroken Ones

Year 18,025-October 5

Outside the Death Zone on the T.A. Sullivan.

From when I was a small Tezzetan, I've found this strange world fascinating. For thousands of years, this planet has had conquerer after conquerer come to take it. But none could break them. The Warriors of Earth.

A sad fact to say is my galaxy was not a safe place. A new would-be galactic conquerer rose to power at most 2 centuries after the last one. Even a deranged president of the Rengalde Federation tried to change it to a Dictatorship and lead it to it's demise.

Nearly 16,000 years ago, the first of these galactic conquerors was a Yotarian known as Derek, the Slayer, launched a campaign from his empire in the southern sector of the Scion Galaxy and attempted to take over the whole thing.

He almost did.

Within 12 years, he had hit thousands of worlds and pushed the Rengalde alliance back to the Death zone. But there they had put up a stern resistance. His progress slowed down. His empire would win within 25 years, but he was impatient. It cost him everything.

He ordered his men to find a way through the Death zone from the other side.

What is the Death zone? A strange phenomenon of the galaxy. A gigantic magnetic wall that reaches from the center of the galaxy to outside it. Only a few light-years thick, it's incredibly tall. You'd be lost to deep space before you could go around it. If any ship attempted to even cross it, the force would rip your ship, your clothes, even the metals in your blood to shreds. Nothing makes it past.

But his men found it. The single way through. A singular path that was neutralized by an opposing magnetic field within. Something that would change our history from then on.

He left a portion of his forces to siege the alliance while he leads his main fleet to hit them from the rear. The trip through the Dead zone leads him to a solar system.

Here he has to hop out of FTL, lest his ships crash into the asteroid belt or get pulled off course by the sun's gravity and fall out of the path. He sees no development. No ships. No space stations. A few quick scans, he finds out this solar system is without element 520, a unique occurrence. It's the most potent element in the galaxy, allowing FTL travel to be possible.

But he does see something else useful. Humans. They could be useful slaves.

He sends several of his ships to take the planet while he plans his attack on the alliance.

But something was wrong. It had already been a week, and his commanders hadn't taken the planet.

Then the ships he sent came back into space. He was relieved, for a moment. His ships, filled with human soldiers, launched boarding parties to a large amount of his ships. He was surprised that the humans had taken his ships so quickly, and was too late to stop it.

His warriors, mighty beings trained for combat and discipline, fell to the ferocity of the Earth soldiers. They fought tooth and nail through the halls of his ships. Ballistic weaponry that none had seen in their lifetime. Swords that cut through his men like butter. Derek's own death was brought by the big end of a sledgehammer.

It wasn't even the end of it. The humans, from their primitive world and substandard technology, knew exactly where to sabotage his ships systems. They already found out about everything of how his ship worked from a look around the few they captured. Apparently, they had theorized how to build starships and what was needed to run them for years.

They destroyed half of his fleet within hours of their counter attack. They swept through the rest within a few days.

The survivors, however, landed on the Earth, the ones who survived reentry that is. They wanted to try and destroy the humans for revenge. For 20 years, the Earth fought back against an enemy nearly 30,000,000 in number. Trench warfare, naval warfare, guerilla warfare, urban warfare, even tunnel warfare. Everywhere there was fighting. The humans, finally on the attack of the Gobi Desert fortress, eventually eradicated them all.

But they hadn't found the element 520, as Derek's supply of it was destroyed in the engines of the ships destroyed 20 years prior.

Earth counties formed a stronger bond together after this war, and swore to fight together against new threats after that.

The alliance, unknowingly saved by the Earth, defeated the remainder of Derek's forces. Everyone suspected Derek perished in the Death Zone. Everything was fine for a while.

Then the second galactic conquerer rose 200 years after that. Hadvar, the Desolate. He created a civil war that spanned the galaxy. His fleet burned worlds he chose unworthy of his future. But one thing stood in his way. He wanted to hit the stronghold that was the capital of the Rengalde Galactic Federation, built where the alliance had made their last stand and won. But the defensive line between him and the capital was too thick.

Hadvar took his fleet and headed through Deaths passage, with the help of an old map from the data drives of his days as a young lieutenant, found rifling through Derek's old headquarters. With this, he would flank the Federation.

What he found was not what he expected. He had found a fleet smaller in size to his own, sitting here in the Death Zone. Who were they?

The humans had forged the ships from the scrap that used to be Derek's fleet.

They would not be unprepared for the next would-be invader.

But Hadvar was not The Desolate for nothing. His crusiers attacked, destroying several of the Human ships. The humans "Retreated", leading the enemy to Luna, hoping that his lack of scouting could be used to their advantage.

Hadvar didn't think a civilization this primitive to colonize and arm a moon with no air.

Little did he know, he was within range of their anti-ship guns all over Luna. His ships crash landed onto the moon. Hadvar perished in the crash.

His void-breathing soldiers that survived ran out to kill the human dome cities. The Lunar Division met them in battle on the surface of Luna.

Several weeks of fighting in the craters and in the low gravity skies of Luna, protecting the cities at any cost. Old battle reports says something along the lines of humans flying all over the moon, in vehicles and not. The enemy, outnumbered without supplies, failing to break the human lines, perished. Soon, it was over.

This second attack, while weaker than the first, proved that more invaders would come for the humans.

Once again, the element 520 stores had been destroyed in the wrecks, leaving the humans without FTL travel.

A ship that had escaped from the Humans surrendered to the Federation, reporting that Hadvar had perished at the hands of Earth within the Death zone.

Intrigued, but unwilling to bother the humans again, they left them to their devices. They also implemented a new law. No giving the humans element 520.

300 years later, a new galactic conquerer threw his hat into the ring. No one remembers his name, but he learned of the failures of Derek and Hadvar. After taking a quarter of the galaxy, he didn't send his forces to the rest of the galaxy. He would take Earth first, and possibly use the terrifying species for his own purposes. He traveled down the Deaths passage and found himself at the Sol System.

His fleet, 6 times the size of the humans, attacked. Although they had increased their size since Hadvar's attack, the humans still didn't stand a chance. Half the human fleet perished, the other half fled to hide inside Neptune.

He launched ground assaults that lasted for 8 years. Incredibly, he brought enough soldiers to outnumber the humans 2 to 1. Hordes of soldiers tried to overrun the homeworld of Earth, the colonies of Luna, Mars, and super structure Jupiter Station. The humans, outnumbered and outgunned, threw everything they had at fighting the horde.

Cities on Earth, Luna, and Mars were decimated. Landscapes destroyed. But they remained unbroken. Outnumbered 2 to 1, the humans outmatched them 10 to 1. Ambushes, bombardments, cavalry charges, tank battles, even straight up 1 squad going into a trench band slaying a battalion.

Even though the odds were against Jupiter Station when it was torn in half, the invaders trying to suck out the humans. They stood their ground, what was left of it that is. The station, while in pieces, still fought the good fight, firing their cannon shells and missile silos at the enemy.

And eventually, after the forgotten conquerer was assassinated by a human princess who faked capture so she could slit his throat herself, the Earth triumphed against their foe and destroyed the enemy forces.

After this, I believe the humans took a new philosophy in military doctrine, and formed the Terran Empire.

When the next conquerer came for Earth, he didn't even make it past newly made fortress world Pluto. Then the next, and the next, and the one after that.

As the conquerors rose, the Scion Galaxy quaked.

They would tear apart the Scion Galaxy, claiming it for themselves. But they all had trouble taking everything. They couldn't surround their enemies without going through Deaths passage.

It became like a trial of sorts. You can't rule the galaxy without taking the Earth. They all tried. They all failed.

The Humans were clever. They outmaneuvered everything that was thrown at them. The outsmarted every opponent. Their strategies were endless.

They were tough. They fought with a ferocity that made a battle that was 5 to 1 seem like a fair fight to them. And that was just space battles.

On the ground, these creatures were terrifying.

The bravest of invaders ran at the sight of a duel sword wielding human that was on fire, but tearing through his enemies.

The holo-vids of a human with only a small shovel and him clearing out an entire trench with it sent chills down my spine.

Another holo-vid showed a firing line of invaders getting attacked by an advancing shield line of melee fighters. The end was not good for the invaders. A saying of "Don't bring a gun to a sword fight" comes to mind.

Another vid showed a human ripping off a machine gun from a fallen vehicle and firing it into a Foroxian Titan (and killing it) made me wonder how strong they truly were.

The one I remember most was the Charge of Colonel Abdul. Facing 100 hover tanks, his platoon charges them on horseback with nothing but swords, blow torches, and dynamite. And won.

Humans weren't afraid. Not of them. Few believe even Death, something that lives over the shoulder of every human, is not feared by them. Some records of recovered Earth books even talk about Death as if it is a good thing, it teaches them to make their life count. And count they make it.

When Yogon, the Destroyer, rose to power in 12,087, he was the most powerful being in the galaxy. He changed the game. He had the psychic power to manipulate asteroids, and the terrifying power to tear apart the magnetic field of a small planet to turn it into asteroids.

His ships were unbeatable in ship to ship combat, his psychic powers protected them from enemy weapons as long they were close to him. But not even he could stop the firepower of planet to ship guns. But there was no need to worry about that when there is no planet.

Many solar systems bowed to him before he even used his power. He could have taken the whole galaxy without a fight.

But a resistance that hid across the galaxy held out hope that he would fall, as he has not defeated the Terran Empire.

That's when he came for the Earth, to crush hope. He took no time destroying Pluto and used it as cover for his advance onto Earth, to crash the pieces to it's surface and rid the universe of it once and for all.

But the Pluto Brigade had other ideas. After suffering 25% losses after the planet was torn apart, they did not abandon their duty. They turned their anti-ship artillery onto Yogon's fleet. Yogon was terrified. In the storm of debris and destruction, the humans still fought on. Even Pluto's defense fleet was firing from inside the asteroid field.

It's said that Yogon tried to send his ships in to destroy the humans, but apparently forgot his fleet tended to sit behind his storm, not in it. His ships were torn apart. Then a blast from a planetary cannon pierced his shields and ended Yogon's reign of terror.

The Pluto Brigade suffered 75% casualties by the time they evacuated. Spy drones for the Federation have seen a massive monument for Pluto's Brigade of hero's in Sydney.

I've heard reports that the humans managed to put Pluto back together after a thousand years. In proper orbit too. How they saved the pieces from falling into the sun is anybody's guess.

Eventually, even more galactic conquerers came forth. A few tried to ignore Earth, but couldn't for long. That choke point was far too valuable on a grand scale. But they failed again. The indomitable Terran Empire was far too experienced at this point.

The galaxy itself was grateful. The Earth fought so much, and without knowing it, was constantly saving us all from tyranny. We renamed the Scion Galaxy to the Milky way Galaxy, as the humans called it. We changed our months names to the humans calendar names.

Heck, my own name is Chuck Norris, named after a human legend of a man who invented a quarter of all human martial arts, along with Bruce Lee, Kakashi Hatake, and Rocky Balboa. (Although historians tend to say that these facts may be exaggerated).

I'm very proud of my name. Chuck Norris performed acts of amazement even by human standards. It's said he defended an entire country against Derek's forces all by himself in the first war of Earth.

But sometimes I think to myself, why?

No one. Not a single soul thought of a simple solution to crossing Deaths passage.

Perhaps you could just ask?

Everyone has tried to take or destroy the Terran Empire. No one has ever tried to just talk to them. Ask them to just open up a trade route through Deaths passage. It's so simple. But after 16,000 years of constant reports of warfare from the Earth, everyone thinks they are just dangerous.

That's what I hope to change.

3000 years ago, The Royal Families of the Folger Triumvirate were smuggled onto Earth by a Human Admiral that was open to talking to aliens. But their enemies were close behind. For 5 years, they waged their war. Afraid of the stories of their ground combat prowess, they launched an air war. Trying to find the Royals, they started bombing everything in sight. Human pilots took to the skies and fought them at every turn. The invaders tried, but failed, and were slain instead.

As the Royals left, the Admiral told them that it appears they still aren't ready for peace. He hands them a medal. A small metal emblem with a "Dove" carrying an "Olive Branch", as the humans call these things. It represented a symbol of peace, known throughout the Terran Empire. If the galaxy was ever ready for peace, we were to present this to them.

I hold that very medal around my neck, upon this ship, unarmed and a white flag sitting on top of our spacecraft. I hope to bring our peace treaty before the humans, and tell them they no longer need to fear the galaxy, as after all these years, there hasn't been a galactic conquerer in over 500 years. We all realized the futility in trying to do so.

The Citadel Federation formed 400 years ago, and wish to use Sol's path (The new name we gave it) as a route for trade and transportation.

But to be honest, I'm quite scared. The Humans have never had an official proper talk with an alien envoy before. Their people have been reported by our spies to be completely battle ready. Every man, woman, and child is trained for war. There is not a citizen without at least a melee weapon and a rifle, with extensive knowledge to use them. They don't wear clothes. They wear armor, battle uniforms, and helmets.

Their cities are surrounded by giant dome shields, miles and miles of trenches, motes, and fortress walls line the landscape of every planet in the Terran Empire.

They are weary of anything not human. Billions have died at the hands of their alien enemies. But for every one taken, they paid it back tenfold.

But hopefully, with the introduction of this here barrel of element 520, I can convince them that we have finally changed and are ready to accept our heros with open arms.

#humans are space orcs #andrius matijosius #epic story

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