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neverendingparable · 3 years

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The year is 2309A in the Greater Solar System of Circinus II, a few million light years away from the remains of the Milky Way Galaxy. The annual auction of the royal family Zophaëe has started a few hours ago, and still people are trickling in from all kinds of galaxies, moving past security at a space snail’s pace (which is theoretically slower than an earth snail. Earth snails stopped existing a few centuries ago).

The gigantic ballrooms were decked with enough decorations to give anyone, headless or not, a real migraine, but the hosts have prepared for enough music and refreshments to keep everyone in high spirits. Amongst the tables upon tables of brightly colored fruits, sandwiches, cakes and other oddities from different planets, were dispensers filled to the brim with colorful pills and edible phials.

Stellan de Grammont, undercover as Magnus Fawkes, eyed them with interest as he absently weighed a glass in his gloved hand, filled with one of the only beverages that wouldn’t alter his state of mind or body. Apparently it was something like juice, although the smell of it had made him wonder.

“Hey, Morgan,” He nudged the man standing next to him, surveying the crowd with a smug smile. “What do you think these things are? Candy? Drugs?”

‘Morgan’ — or Neil — glanced at them and smirked. “Drugs, clearly. And not the ones you get in the 24 hour galactic store, either. One drop of these on a sober stomach, you’ll be hooked for life~”

Stellan frowned. “I thought these were illegal.”

“Well, sure. But look around you, Sommers. Do you think anyone gives a flying fuck?”

Neil gestured around them. Where one looked there were jewel adorned faces, extravagant modifications like a delirious fashion show fever dream. Some guests wore the skins of endangered species around their necks, others had dresses spun of hair from their very servants. Some were carried around even, and others hid their entire beings behind wisps of smoke and contained glowing gasses, barely interacting with anyone as they stood in whatever spotlight they could find and pretended not to be trying.

It was the collection of the most arrogant, out of touch beings the entire galaxies had to offer and unsurprisingly, some of the worst criminals who had been saved from death row by their names or heritage.

Stellan barely tried to hide his distaste but fortunately, no one was paying them any attention.

Admist laughable fashions and odd clothing combinations, Morgan and Magnus Fawkes barely stood out themselves.

They were dressed decently, a cross between old fashioned suits and billowy victorian-era clothes, inspired from the late Earth. Neither of them would be caught dead wearing what half of the other patrons were, and with their outfits being just dramatic enough to melt into the crowd, they found that no one spared them more than a passing glance as they moved their way from the first buffet, further into the gigantic mansion of Zophaëe.

“So where is Belfour?” Stellan whispered as they pushed past a group of men arguing about the right way to pronounce their hosts' name.

“Not too far away,” Neil glanced at his watch, then ducked as a glass of spacepagne went flying over their heads. The men from before were throwing hands, alerting the attention of a couple security guards who were standing watch nearby.

They didn’t give the Fawkes a second glance.

“Perfect. Our opening.”

With the guards pre-occupied in soothing the outrage, the entrance to the highly exclusive ball room was merely a slip away. This is where their target stood, amongst thousands of glittering dresses, suits and masks.

The heavy doors shut behind them and a few patrons glanced over at the Fawkes. Stellan tried his best to look normal, putting on a bad attempt of a poker face he had seen Neil do a thousand times, but he was sure he just looked incredibly guilty.

Neil had a better idea. He strode in like he owned the very castle itself, not even gracing anyone with a look. The message was clearly radiating off him.

I don’t give a fuck about any of you.

No one called them out or asked to see their tickets. Despite the main event being open for all guests, the ballroom itself was something special. It second as an auction room, where only the richest, “worthiest” people will be allowed to throw a generation’s life savings of money for the most inane trinkets. Even within such a stuck up party, the ballroom made the rest of the guests look poor in comparison.

Stellan hurried after Neil, not wanting to get separated for even a moment. His eyes darted around nervously. He was out of his league here. This wasn’t the first time they had been undercover, and certainly not the first time they had been planning on stealing something right from under the noses of a hundred paranoid royals.

He wasn’t like Neil, he couldn’t simply fake it at the flip of a switch - but if he blew his cover now, they’d both go down and-

“Hey.” Neil’s voice brought him back to reality. It was quiet so the others don’t overhear. Stellan looked up at him.

The other’s expression was concerned for him, eyes scanning the slight panic on Stellan’s face. If he wanted to go, Neil would get him out of here. But furthermore, he trusted Stellan. Trusted him to have his back, to be his partner. If Neil didnt think he could handle it, he would’ve kept him behind.

The knowledge was reassuring enough. Stellan breathed out slowly and managed to return Neil’s worried gaze with a reassuring smile.

“I’m alright. Just…nervous,” he muttered as the two merged with the crowd of dancing guests.

"If worst comes to worst, I have three backup plans for any situation." Neil replied gently. "Just relax, we'll be done in no time."

Stellan nodded and, trying to regain some of the confidence he had felt earlier, offered Neil an optimistic smile. "I know. They can't catch us, we're professionals after all."

His husband smirked. "We are, aren't we?"

Just then the music picked up again and the conversations died down as the guests found their partners and fell into one of the popular ballroom waltzes.

Neil offered Stellan his hand and he took it, tensions already dissipating. It was feeling like an ordinary trip again. They loved balls and went regularly, which came in handy now because they were moving towards the second part of their plan. It required stealing from one of the most powerful men in this royal intergalactic party while hundreds of watchers were dancing right alongside of them.

Neil was leading them closer and closer to the target, who was spinning with a masked dancer in the middle, unaware of what went on around him.

Belfour was drunk. Close to dead drunk. Stellan could smell the alcohol off of him, furthermore he recognized the look of a hopeless alcoholic taking advantage of an all-you-can-drink bar.

Except Belfour was rich, careless and arrogant enough to disregard the personal spaces of the other guests. He spun and flailed like he was the only one in the room, jerking his dancing partner around a bit too aggressively.

The masked dancer seemed to be annoyed, but clearly they stuck around, hoping to appeal to Belfour’s generous side if they buttered him up enough. So they batted their eyelashes at the drunk fool, ignoring how Steneil came closer and closer, until-

Stellan ungracefully ran straight into the masked dancing partner of Belfour, knocking them into another couple nearby. The cry that followed alerted several guests around them, who stopped and stared.

“Sorry!” Stellan shouted over the music.

“GET OFF ME!” The dancer shrieked. Their mask had fallen off, and up close Stellan could see they weren’t as human as he had suspected at first. In their proximity, he could see small scales charmed as human.

He got up and pulled them to their feet, apologizing loudly and profusely, keeping everyone’s attention on him as he fussed over them. They batted away his hands, hissing back in an angry tongue.

Belfour stumbled over, slurring half hearted condolences to his partner.

And Neil: Neil was taking the opportunity of slipping his hand into Belfour’s coat, snatching the enchanted pocket watch out and into his own pockets. Or- that’s what he had planned to do.

That moment, Stellan and Neil figured something else out about Belfour. He was rich, alcoholic, classless, arrogant…and very paranoid.

Almost instantly, an ear splittering shriek of the alarm filled the air. Everyone froze. All eyes landed on Neil, caught red handed, and Stellan, pale as ghost.

“Hey-” Belfour slurred angrily. A knife appeared from somewhere, but Neil was much faster. In an instant, he had yanked the priceless object all the way out of the man’s coat and with a twitch of the wrist, a knife had cut a deep gash in the expensive fabric.

All hell broke loose after that. Belfour roared with anger (“DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS COST? THIS IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR LIFE!”) and even Stellan couldn’t help but stare, a strange satisfaction of seeing the piece ruined distracting him from the situation.

Neil grabbed his arm. Right, they were about to make their harrowing escape. Guards were closing in, some guests had drawn their own weapons and Belfour was ready to pound them into dust with his meaty fists alone.

They had two seconds max before someone was going to start stabbing them and five to get out of the building before they drowned in guards.

“Well Neil,” Stellan sighed dramatically as they were surrounded. “I guess this is it. There’s no way we could escape now. Better just give up now.”

Neil smirked. “I wouldn’t be so sure, Sommers.”

He reached down and twisted one of his rings. Just as the first guard was about to clamp down on Stellan’s shoulder, the two were jerked up into the air. The familiar sound of beating wings made Stellan smile and he wrapped his arms around Neil, who was now sprouting two large bat wings and the smuggest expression he could muster.

The security guards readied their guns.

Their weapons had nothing on the level of intensive planning the two had done. Stellan tossed a little capsule onto the ground beneath them and it exploded upon impact, causing smoke to rise up.

Neil freed one of his arms and shot through the roof, the now useless protective sigils breaking under his gun’s laser beam and then they were out, the confused guests and shouting guards getting smaller and smaller beneath their feet.

“COME BACK!” Belfour screamed at them, rage in his voice. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“You’re going to have to come and catch us!” Stellan shouted back at the man waving his gun at them in a drunken tantrum and grinned.

“Don’t you think you were cutting it a little too close for a moment, Neil?”

Neil scoffed. “I’m a Time Lord, Sommers. I have aall the time.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Stellan answered and kissed him on the cheek. “I always had faith in you and your batty wings.”

By the time security had assembled and found any remaining traces of their ship, Neil and Stellan were halfway across the Universe, the priceless artifact dropped off safely in their collection and the thieving pair already plotting their next dramatic heist.

#curiouscompanions #AFTER A FUCKING YEAR #i present you a drabble that really shouldve been done earlier #but welp #motivation was sparse in general #tho this coming year ill def be faster with writing stuff #anyway #i just love imagining them popping in somewhere and causing chaos and then disappearing smugly into thin air #steneil #post parable #?#maybe #the real stanley #trollnelius #drabble #asks #ask memes

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willowdrabbles · 5 years

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Migraines - Kazusa Hanai

Second of the migraine series! I had two others halfway written up and I hadn’t planned on writing hanai but the inspiration hit. Enjoy!

She was trying, she really was.

But lord help her if she wasn’t about to chuck her stapler at Hanai’s head if he didn’t shut up.

Despite knowing what a bad idea it was to come in with a migraine, she did it anyways with the hope she could at least get a few more leads and paperwork done and not fall too far behind in the investigation. She had even taken precautions to try and fight the pain. Having taken the maximum amount of painkillers, strapping an ice pack to the back of her neck and avoiding the hell out of Tennoji and his mouth, it was all for naught the second that Hanai took a look at her.

“You sure you’ve taken enough meds?” He questioned again, leaning over her desk as she cradled her head. Another throb and she took a shuttering breath.

“Yes.”

“You sure you don’t have to go to the doctor- what if it’s an anyrism?” He demanded, his voice too loud for liking.

“It’s not.” She breathed out again, her hands beginning to shake.

“But how do you know if it-“

“Shut up.” She muttered, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I’m just asking becau-“

“For being the best profiler you seem oblivious to the fact your making it worse.” She snapped, the shaking reaching her elbows finally. She felt her stomach flip and she paled. Swallowing thickly she stood up from her desk sharply.

“Kirisawa?” She strained out, already grabbing her bag.

“Get some rest.” Kirisawa said softly, giving her a pitying look behind a veil of smoke.

“Where are you-“ Hanai reached out towards you but you were faster, bolting out the door and down the hall before he could finish.

“Heeeeyyyy Kast! Where’s the fire?” Tennoji called to her, ducking out of her way as she almost body slammed him. “Woah man!” He called as she left him behind and darted for the nearest restroom.

Catching it just in time, after emptying her stomach Ellina hobbled out of the bathroom towards the elevator, another painful slam to the side of her head making her reel and stumble into the wall.

“Hey Kast c’mon....” Tennoji’s voice reached her ear, just as his hands wrapped around her arms to pull her upright. “You eat some bad food or something?” He pressed his hand to her forehead and she groaned in response.

“I’ve got her.” A second pair of hands slid under tennoji’s and she squinted to look at Hanai, his face inches from hers before he pulled her closer to him, wrapping her arm over his shoulders.

“Are you going to be quiet?” She muttered to him, earning a chuckle from him.

“Usually I say that about you or Tennoji.” He joked lightly, getting a firm grip around her waist and urging her forward and into the elevator.

“I heard that hanai!” Tennojis voice rang all too loud in the hallway before the doors closed.

Still taking deep stuttering breaths she rolled her head from side to side, fighting back whimpers of pain. There was no relief keeping still, and the same could be said for moving. Nothing and no position seemed to ease the pain reverberating in her skull and she wanted to cry. But even that strain on her eyes from crying would make the pain worse. It was just one cycle of pain no matter where she went.

“Let’s get you to the car.” Hanai said softly, finally seeming to have caught the hint that loud noises were just making you worse.

“Almost there.” He promised, ushering her out the front door of the MPD building.

Worst decision.

When the blaring sunlight hit her face it was like getting bashed with a cleaver to the forehead. She saw nothing but white and felt nothing but pain. The sudden shock of agony through her body made her legs stop working, at least that was what she thought. Apparently it was her whole body as she suddenly slumped, the concrete calling her name.

Despite being of decent build, hanai wasn’t prepared for the sudden deadweight, and almost lost his grip on her as she slumped forward, completely slack like a bag of water.

“Ellina!” He yelled in panic, almost being taken down with her. Barely catching her and himself he gently shook her.

“I’m done...” she said softly, her eyes closed and her feet sliding out from under her.

“Crap!” Hanai muttered, slowly helping her to the ground as she went, keeping her head from touching the ground as he frantically checked his pockets for his phone.

When she woke she was met with a slightly too familiar white ceiling. The sound of beeping still making her cringe but not crippling her in pain.

Looking around she quickly found hanai, sitting next to her bed and watching her carefully.

“What am I doing here?” She asked quietly, blinking owlishly at him.

“You blacked out when I tried to get you home. I didn’t want to take any chances so I brought you to the hospital.” He blushed lightly and scratched the back of his neck, eyeing a pretty interesting part of a blank wall.

“And my diagosis?” She asked cryptically.

“Migraine.... like you said.” He sighed, leaning forward to gently grab her hand. He idly played with her fingers, a small frown on his face. She contemplated giving him the “I told you so.” Beratemnt, but the worry in his face brought her up short. He’d obviously suffered enough for the day.

“Can I go home? I don’t like the smell of hospitals.” Ellina complained, squeezing his hand and sitting up. Her head tingled in warning but it was nothing like earlier thankfully.

Hanai nodded eagerly, flashing her a quick small smile before helping her up and leading her out.

Once back at her apartment she gently tugged him inside, ignoring his protests and suggestions of him going home instead.

Tugging him to the bedroom without a word she slid onto the mattress, gently pulling him along despite his quiet arguments.

“Don’t you need any more pain meds?” He asked quietly, laying down but keeping himself propped up, ready to jump up at any moment to fetch her something.

“I just need this to relax me.” She said softly, forcing her head onto his chest to force him to lay down as she curled into his side.

“Don’t say things like that all of a sudden...” he muttered as she threaded a leg around one of his. Clothes and all she wrapped herself around him and he sighed before returning the embrace, gently combing his fingers through her hair as she took deep breaths of his cologne.

“You sure you’re not pregnant? These are all signs as we-“

“I swear to god Hanai-“

“I’m just kidding.” He chuckled into her ear, placing a soft kiss to her cheek. “I love you. I’m sorry for being a pest today.”

Appeased at his apology she turned her head enough to give him a small kiss on his jaw. “I love you too Kazusa. Now stop being a pest and sleep.” She grinned

#voltage #fanfiction #kazusa hanai #metro pd: close to you #mpd #love 365 #yutaka tennoji

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myinnerthoughtsandwords-blog · 5 years

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Throughout childhood I was a target for bullying. Before puberty hit, I was teased and picked on because my father died when I was 5, and the fact my family lived with my grandparents. Thinking back those are odd things to be made fun of, in my mind at least; but I grew up in a mainly white town, all picture perfect families where the mother stayed home took care of the house, 2 kids, and dog and the father went to work- my family was 2 mixed kids, a young mother who worked, grandmother who worked, grandfather who stayed home and watched us. My family was very loving and I would have never would have seen something wrong with the layout, but I got teased by cruel children. Kids who said "God took away my father because he didn't love me", "My dad must be my grandfather", "it's not normal to not have a father"... luckily my sibling didn't take any of this in, she (for what I know) doesn't have memories like these.

In an amazingly weird way, my sister and I- who are insanely close- hold things in differently, and I think a major key to it is the fact she is younger. She doesn't remember our father at all. I wonder alot if his accident happened just a year earlier would I be this messed up? But I can only wonder...

I did afterschool activities, I was into the girl scouts... but then one girl called me a witch and convinced all the other girls I was a witch. They stopped calling me by my name, and just called me "Witch". The Scout Leader said "oh they are just having some fun with you." I wasn't having fun, I was getting upset. I quiit the scouts. This all happened because the original girl realized I was the only girl with brown hair, everyone else was blonde.

Once puberty hit bullying got worse. I was one of the 1st in my grade to develop breasts, and I didn't go through stages... no mosquito bites, no tiny water balloons... it was just one day waking up, waking up with giant melons on my chest. From flat to a size D cup in 4th grade, it was embarrassing. I would get unwanted attention from boys, I was never interested in the idea of dating or anything. They would just stare from across the room, say things to make me feel uncomfortable...."You know my favorite type of swimming to watch, Breaststroke." Girls who wanted the boys attention would get jealous and say mean things to me, "It's just basically more fat on your body, you shouldn't be so happy with yourself." Then shortly after my boobs developed i got my period, what a disaster. I bleed through so many pants when I was younger because I was terrified if a girl caught me in the bathroom changing a pad she would tell the rest of the school. I broke out in such bad acne. I gained weight, went up 3-4 pant sizes.

At sleep overs girls would try to get my bra to bring to school, or put in the freezer. They would think I couldn't hear their whispers, over time I learned who I could trust and who was just a mean spirit.

The next few years in school sucked. A boy started a rumor that no guy was intrested in me because they could tell I was a lesbian. Another boy brought beer bottle caps on the bus to just throw at me and each time he hit he would yell "Ugly GOAL!."-got him thrown off the bus. One boy told me "I would be 'ok' looking if I got rid of my blackheads"- I cried, and my Mom and I went to the principal and got the "maybe he just likes you, he didn't mean it", my Mom got even more pissed and then he got thrown off the bus.

I heard terrible things about myself. How my hair is so thick it hides spiders, or how I didnt shower for days- that caused kids to try to leave things in my hair to see if it would be there the next day. Girls wanted to see if duct tape would remove hair, so tried to put some on my arms to rip my arm hair off- they would pretend to be nice then ask to do something mean or crazy like that.

Being made fun of for my looks was one things, but also my grades. We had older teachers who would reveal the worst 5 grades in the class, which for some subjects I would be in the list. My name would be said and kids would laugh, and I would have to sit there and take it. Teachers were also bullies, this did nothing to help a kid in need this just gave more amo for others to use.

Even the nurse made me feel uncomfortable and odd, I would get migraines but because I wouldn't get a temperature she would never believe me. She would think I was trying to get out of a quiz or a class, etc... it wasn't until I threw up on her and my Mom came in to bring home and got to explain to her I inherited migraines from my father, then she listened.

Gym class sometimes felt like the athletic kids where trying to hurt me on purpose. I got hit the face more times than I can count, and more than 1 time I remember hearing "yes!", "score!, "great catch!" then laughter.

Even in band, I was to be 1st flute in our school concert but out of my fear I quit. I was so afraid what others would say I didn't even try.

This was all through my grade school/middle school (my school was pre-K through 8th grade)

I just felt like there was no escape, I was always a target.

So when I got to highschool I had a plan, turn invisible. Invisible people can not get hurt.

This worked like a charm. No one bothered me. I would become visible from time to time, mainly to speak politically against someone brainwashed.

As you can tell I'm not a "popular" girl, I'm not athletic, not that smart, not very attractive- I'm average, still have the Ds, I'm a bit of a nerd/geek. Through school I was fortunate to find my "family", 4 girls who have been with me since pre-k... I still keep in touch with all of them. 3 of the 4 don't speak to the other, but that's their call. I've been there to see my girls exchange vows with the loves of their lives, be pregnant, have children, get homes- I need them to, hopefully one day, be mentally healthy.

I did have another bestfriend at one time who dropped me to become a "popular" girl, looking back I can see she was always selfish and she "made out" with specific people to become one with the "in" crowd

Unfortunately I am still holding on to everything all these bullies said. I'm still afraid of others. I do not see myself as attractive, I do not put myself out there, I play it safe. I still make myself invisible to the world, which is tolerable, but sometimes hurts. I've been my outpatient program for 4 weeks, see the same man each week, and yesterday he asked if I was new to the group. Since no one notices me, I am nobody. I am indeed invisible.

I fear my invisibility will keep me alone forever.

I feel I just babbled with this, which is okay, i believe no one is reading this, but if you happen to stumble upon this... sorry it's poorly written

#depression #anxiety #self

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