#Fleet Problem IX

[lonestarbattleship]

USS TEXAS (BB-35) docked at Balboa, Canal Zone, Panama, during Fleet Problem IX.

"The 'Enemy' takes possession of the Panama Canal. TEXAS, flagship of the Commander of the US Fleet, moored to the dock at Balboa, Canal Zone, after successfully, theoretically, capturing the Panama Canal during the recent war manoeuvres."

Photographed on February 16, 1929.

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[genz420]

Cabin 11 Headcannons ✉️ 💵

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With cabin 11 there will be two sections of headcannons. Some for the Hermes demigods and some for the unclaimed/ones without a cabin

Because those demigods are just as important as the ones with cabins 

And I never see headcanons for them

They like Converse over vans

Especially the high top converse 

I always see that people think that the Aphrodite Cabins is the richest 

But let's be real it's gonna be the Hades and Hermes cabin

Little Kleptomaniacs 

But as much as Hermes is a deadbeat, he gonna make sure his kids got bags

If the cabin had a song it would be Blue Ridge Mountains by the Fleet Foxes

How else did Luke get that yacht

Anything with Lin-Manuel Miranda is banned in the cabin

Everything

Even House MD or star wars: episode ix

They make the biggest “You mom” jokes, but the second you mention their dad

Waterworks

The worst cabin at meal times

Loudest 

Ipad kid vibes 

Like they need to be watching something while eating 

They tend to be the kind of person that can pick up any language very easily

If you are romantically involved with one of them, be ready to get love letters delivered to your cabin door

The best camp counsellors 

Also, I think that the cabin has two sets of counsellors.  One for the Hermes kids and one for the unclaimed/ones without a cabin

They have the most contraband 

Most of it doesn’t even get found during cabin inspections 

They care about the unclaimed kids the most 

Are closer with the children of non-Olympians the most

Because before the war, they were all cabin mates 

And even when they get their own cabin, they are still close 

Know the best route to get out of camp 

Definitely run an under-the-table business in the camp

If you need something from the mortal world, go to a Hermes camper and put in the request 

Will only take money from certain cabins 

Will never take money from minor demigods or demigods that are new to camp

If they were a dinosaurs then they would be the Dilophosaurus

Are the most compassionate demigods at camp

Unlike the Dionysus cabin, uno is not banned 

It should be 

But it’s not

Big gamblers 

In the mortal world: they are the type of kid that you see and wonder how they can be so carefree.  But deep down, they are carefree because they know that they can’t control what happens to them or have such big problems that being carefree is all they can do

Type of person to give their last dollar away to someone whom they deem more in need than them

Are all heavy sleepers 

Because when your cabin has the most foot traffic, you learn to shut it out 

Are amazing with the Pegasus

The cabin with the worst interior 

The kids that get beds often feel guilt for the new kids who have to sleep on the ground 

All they can do, though, is make sure that they are comfortable and have everything they need

I feel like they are the type of person to sleep with a stuffed animal even as they get older 

The Hermes is one of the closest cabins 

They view their cabin mates are siblings

Whether they have Hermes as a parent or not

[kururreal]

Hello. I am an Enma Yuuken fan.

Don't you think it's interesting how Yuuken and Reader meet in unexpected situations. Like when Reader is delivering something but trips. When Reader uses magic to block an object but doesn't use it on themselves. When they're about to fall, unexpectedly Yuuken is the one to catch them?

“i love you. ( i want to save you. )”

❪ ENMA YUUKEN .ᐟ ❫ 𓍢ִ໋🤍

I. Your friendship with Yuuken was initially limited to the realm of simple acquaintanceship. While you had noticed each other, there was no deep connection between you. However, something seemed to have changed lately…

II. Certainly, you wouldn't classify yourself as particularly clumsy or accident-prone. True, you might stumble occasionally, but it was rare, or at least not all that common, right?

III. Today, an unexpected situation unfolded as you walked down the hallway. Just as you thought you were about to meet the floor in a less than graceful manner, you suddenly felt a firm yet gentle hand on your stomach, stopping you mere inches away from a face-plant.

IV. As it turned out, Yuuken was the one who had saved you. It wasn't entirely surprising given his reputation as a bit of a savior figure. You recalled how she had previously stepped in to rescue the red-haired tyrant at the entrance ceremony, even if the latter was not particularly grateful for the intervention.

V. The reason for his action left you puzzled. After all, you were merely acquaintances, and you didn't think your friendship was strong enough for one to literally swoop in and save the other from a fall. However, the thought quickly crossed your mind that perhaps your perception of your friendship was flawed... but you quickly shook it off, not wanting to sound like a bad person for entertaining such an idea.

VI. Feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude, you hastily rose to your feet, hurriedly apologized, and expressed your thanks to him. Eager to avoid any further embarrassment, you quickly turned to flee the scene, inadvertently denying Yuuken any opportunity to respond.

VII. Initially, you assumed that the incident would be just a fleeting memory that both of you would soon forget about. However, you couldn't help but notice that Yuuken seemed to be acting somewhat differently around you lately. It wasn't in a perverted manner, but rather in a cautious and protective way as if she was paying extra attention to your well-being. A mixture of surprise and confusion swept through you as you wondered what this change in behavior could possibly mean.

VIII. You couldn't help but notice that no matter what happened, it seemed like Yuuken was always there, ready to swoop in and save you. Whether it was accidentally exerting too much force with a spell, almost toppling off your broom, or getting hit by a rogue ball, she was always there to lend a helping hand. It was almost as if she was treating you like royalty, which admittedly gave your ego a pretty significant boost. (not like it’s already high enough.)

IX. Each time she saved you from an embarrassing or potentially hazardous situation, you would express your gratitude to him, doing so with a sense of haste. However, it was her unusual response that left you puzzled and slightly amused. She would often stare at you like she was lost in thought before awkwardly dismissing your thanks with a "no problem." She would then quickly look away, avoiding eye contact, which you couldn’t help but find a little bit pitifully humorous.

“you should know by now that i adore you, there is no love purer than mine.”

this is actually pretty bad LMAO. first request feeling nervous.

[valy-gc]

Chapter 9

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IX

A new Begining

Solon’s imposing frame filled the doorway, his sharp, calculating eyes sweeping the room. His expression remained unreadable, but when his gaze landed on Rune, a flicker of something—wariness, perhaps?—passed across his face before he masked it with a cordial smile.

Rune seemed nervous, his ears twitching slightly as his tail curled behind him. Fibble, perched on the edge of a chair, ruffled his feathers and clicked his beak in mock impatience.

“Are you going to get the intruder out of our house?” the owl muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ignoring Fibble’s commentary, Solon stepped forward and produced a neatly printed parchment from the folds of his robe. The elegant script read Class 1-A, detailing an intricate schedule of lessons, magical practices, and extracurricular activities. “You’ll be in Class 1-A,” Solon informed you, his tone formal yet measured. “Your studies begin promptly today. Be sure to head there immediately after you’ve familiarized yourself with this.”

He handed you the parchment, his steady gaze meeting yours as if to emphasize the importance of punctuality.

Rune leaned in eagerly, peering at the schedule with bright curiosity.

“Hey, I’m in Class 1-A too!” he announced with a wide grin, his earlier nervousness replaced by excitement. “Guess that means we’re stuck together. Fibble too,” he added with a playful nudge at the owl.

Fibble responded with an exaggerated groan. “Oh, joy. A goblin fae, a clueless human, and me—the only competent one in the group. What could possibly go wrong?”

Solon raised an eyebrow at Rune, his expression cooling slightly. “Are you certain you won’t cause any… disruptions?” The question was polite but carried a weight that was impossible to miss.

For a fleeting moment, Rune faltered. His confident smile wavered, and his tail coiled tighter around his leg. You could see it—a crack in the cheerful facade he wore so effortlessly. But then, with a deep breath, he straightened his posture, his tail swishing as if to brush away the doubt. “I’ll do my best to change how people perceive goblin faes, Headmage,” Rune replied firmly, his voice steady despite the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “I promise.”

Solon studied him for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. Finally, he nodded. “Very well. If any questions arise,” he said, turning to you, “Rune is expected to assist. However, should he become a problem, do not hesitate to seek out a staff member. Understood?”

The words weren’t harsh, but they were undeniably firm—a reminder that Solon’s trust was something to be earned, not freely given, especially for Rune. He adjusted his robes with a flick of his wrist, his expression softening slightly as he added,

“I have other matters to attend to. Do not be late for your first class.”

Without another word, the headmage turned and left, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing in the stillness.

The silence that followed was quickly broken by Fibble’s scoff.

“What was that all about? The guy looked like he expected you to set the place on fire.”

Rune let out a nervous chuckle, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck. His ears drooped slightly, and for the first time, his buoyant demeanor seemed subdued.

“Well… goblin faes don’t exactly have the best reputation,” he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with resignation.

Fibble snorted. “Understatement of the century.”

Rune sighed, his tail curling loosely around one of his legs as though seeking comfort.

“Yeah, okay, we were… not great. For centuries, my kind thrived on raids, theft, and causing chaos. And that’s putting it lightly. Dominance was everything, and consent… wasn’t even a concept my ancestors valued.”

His voice grew softer, the weight of his words settling heavily in the room.

“It’s a legacy I’m not proud of. But that’s why I’m here—to prove we can be better.”

You watched him closely, noting the vulnerability in his stance. His usually bright demeanor seemed dimmed by the weight of his mission, and yet there was a resolve in his eyes that made it impossible not to admire him. His tail flicked slightly, as if punctuating his determination to move forward.

Fibble tilted his head, his feathers fluffing slightly as he muttered, “Well, you’ve got your work cut out for you. Better not mess it up.”

The words were sharp, but there was an unusual softness beneath them—something almost like approval, though Fibble would never admit it outright.

Rune’s smile returned, faint but genuine this time. His tail swayed gently to go back in your direction for more cuddle, his earlier tension replaced with a calm rhythm.

“Guess it’s not all bad,” Rune said, his voice lighter as he met your gaze. “At least I’ve got you and Fibble. That’s a start, right?”

The room seemed to brighten in response, the unspoken bond between the three of you strengthening with each passing moment. Rune’s tail, as if sharing his sentiment, curled gently in your hands you, brushing your arm with a feather-light touch.

Rune extended his hand, palm up and inviting. His smile widened, a mix of confidence and warmth.

“Come on. Let’s tour the school before class starts. You’re going to want to see what you’re getting into.”

The offer lingered in the air, a tangible reminder that no matter how unfamiliar or daunting this place might seem, you weren’t alone.

Tentatively, you reached out, clasping his hand as the two of you turned toward the door, Fibble fluttering behind with an exasperated mutter about "wasting time." Together, you stepped out into the unknown campus, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Chapter 10

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Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART XII

Link part XI

Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 12: The Silence Within

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Adrian 

The city's alleyways, dark and narrow, exuded an aura of danger and unease. Yet, for Adrian, they were a familiar refuge, a protective cloak that had shielded him from countless precarious situations since his arrival in this hell. Today, however, these very alleyways became the stage for disloyalty, lies, and guilt. They were the perfect hiding place to keep his rendezvous with the mysterious hooded figure a secret.

Adrian had no idea if this person was male or female, and he didn't even care. The only thing that mattered to him was the promise they had made. The first time they crossed paths, shortly before he met the judge, they offered him a chance to try an ocher-colored liquid contained in a small vial, assuring him it was the best drug he would ever experience. Curiosity got the better of him. After all, he had experimented with all sorts of substances during his life: ecstasy, cocaine, morphine, etc. Drugs had always been his downfall, and it seemed he hadn't learned his lesson.

Now, he sought more than just a simple dose. He needed to feel that sense of fulfillment again, the one the ocher drug had given him. It wasn't a frenzied euphoria but a deep peace, a feeling of being in heaven, in an eternal rest without worries or pain, only... happiness.

Curiously, the stranger didn't ask for money in return, but favors. The first had been to steal the judge's ring. That day, after slipping away from the fight, the mysterious person handed him another vial and instructed him that if he wanted another dose, he had to find a way into the hotel and let anyone who wanted to see Victoria in. This is how he decided to help the radio demon bring her honor back to the hotel. These requests seemed like simple tasks, on the surface. The problem was that Adrian had grown fond of the judge. He even admired her, for she had only shown a big heart accompanied by great willpower and witt. On top of that, he had gradually gained the friendship of the hotel members, who had welcomed him with open arms.

As he awaited the arrival of his mysterious supplier, Adrian's inner turmoil reached a crossroads. The promise of the happiness the drug induced tempted him, but his loyalty to the judge and his new friends held him back. His heart was torn between betrayal and redemption, between the pursuit of fleeting pleasure and the construction of an honest existence.

The guilt was almost unbearable, but life in hell was intolerable for him, and he saw no other escape from his harsh reality. Was redemption possible? Charlie and the judge believed in it. He too longed to fall into that beautiful illusion and dream of ascending to heaven. But... could someone like him aspire to that?

"You're early," a neutral voice said. Adrian instantly recognized the mysterious hooded figure.

"I fulfilled your order. I managed to get into the hotel and an hour ago I let an Overlord in. Zestial," Adrian replied, crossing his arms, with a mix of pride and unease.

"I know. Good work, Adrian," the enigmatic person replied, tossing him the vial. With trembling hands, Adrian took the vial in mid-air and rushed to open it to drink its contents. However, he suddenly stopped and looked his supplier in the eyes.

"You're not going to hurt the judge, are you?" he asked in a whisper, fighting against the fear that consumed him.

"Oh, little Adrian," the figure said with a sadistic voice. "Did you get attached? Do you see a mother figure in her? Don't waste your time feeling guilty. You already betrayed her. Didn't you? Besides, you should feel proud. You're becoming part of something much bigger than your insignificant existence."A chill ran down Adrian's spine. The mysterious figure was serious,"But if you want, I can end your pain right now," the figure continued, slowly pulling a dagger from the sleeve of their black robe. "After all, my little weapon is made of celestial steel. You've done so much for me that I wouldn't mind showing you a little... mercy."

"There's no need. I understand already," Adrian replied, sighing as he pretended to be calm. "Do you need anything else from me?"

The mysterious person let out a slightly disturbing laugh before answering, "Oh, this is just the beginning."

Vaggie

After managing to calm Niffty down, without Alastor's help as he had vanished after speaking with the tiny lady, she decided to look for Charlie to inform her that the situation was under control. After a few minutes of searching, she found her in their room, sitting by the window, lost in thought. Vaggie couldn't help but feel worried, as a shroud of unease had enveloped the princess of hell since her conversation with the judge.

"Is everything okay?" Vaggie asked softly, sitting down beside her.

"Yes, everything is fine," Charlie replied, forcing a smile. "Were you able to sort out Niffty?"

"Angel gave her a book and that calmed her down," Vaggie explained. "I didn't want to ask about the content, but Angel said one of the main characters was a very bad boy."They both looked at each other and shared a smile. However, Vaggie couldn't help but notice the worry in Charlie's eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay? I don't want to pressure you, but it's strange that you didn't want to help with Niffty. Plus, you seem... discouraged."

"I'd love to be able to talk about this, but I can't, Vaggie," Charlie replied, looking down.

Vaggie smiled and gently took her chin to direct her eyes towards her,"You don't have to go into details. But I'm here for you," she reassured her, stroking her cheek tenderly. Vaggie couldn't help but feel that the judge's arrival was constantly causing Charlie to feel uneasy.

"Thank you, Vaggie," Charlie said. "I don't know what decision to make. There's some information that I can access that will answer a lot of questions I have, but it could also change my life forever and I don't know if I'm ready to face these hidden truths. It's my responsibility as princess of hell, but I don't feel prepared for this weight and I don't know if I ever will be. What if this truth makes me question everything I've ever believed in and fought for? What if I can't achieve anything even with this information? Victoria has faith in me and gave me time to think, which is comforting. But I still feel lost."

Vaggie's heart sank as she observed the confusion in Charlie's eyes. She understood the weight of the decision that rested on her beloved's shoulders, and the fear that was taking hold of her soul. With a gentle touch, Vaggie took Charlie's face in her hands, her eyes filled with unwavering support and love,"Charlie," Vaggie said, her voice soft and comforting, "I know this choice isn't easy. The path you're on is riddled with uncertainty, and the weight of the responsibility you carry is immense. But remember, you're not alone on this journey. I'm here for you, every step of the way. No matter how daunting or unsettling this information may be. The truth has the power to liberate your spirit and guide you towards a brighter future. Embrace it, Charlie, not with fear, but with unwavering conviction in your strength and determination. I understand the fear of losing your faith, of questioning everything you've ever held dear. But true faith is not blind adherence to beliefs, but an unwavering conviction in your values, even in the face of adversity. Trust your intuition. Your heart is a compass that guides you towards the right path. And never forget that you possess an inner strength that surpasses any obstacle. I believe in you, Charlie, with all my heart. And more importantly, you're not alone in this. You have me and everyone in this hotel to whom you've given something to believe in."

Charlie's eyes welled up with tears, touched by Vaggie's words. The former exterminator hugged her tenderly, snuggling together in a loving gesture."Thank you, Vaggie," Charlie whispered, her voice full of gratitude. "Your words mean a lot to me. You're right, I won't let fear stop me. I'll face the truth, no matter how hard it is. And I'll do it with you by my side," her girlfriend replied, giving her a tender kiss on the lips and then taking her by the shoulders and looking at her with complete motivation. "Let's go get that diary now!" "Which diary?" Vaggie asked just before the princess of Hell took her hand and dragged her through the hotel corridors with firm and determined steps. The former exterminator had many doubts in her mind, but for now, she was content to see the spark of happiness and challenge in Charlie's eyes.

Finally, they stopped in front of the judge's room door. Vaggie could see how the princess of Hell took a deep breath as she looked uncertainly at the doorknob. She decided to give her hand a gentle squeeze to encourage her. Charlie smiled and nodded, letting go of her hand. With a determined impulse, she swung the door open.

"JUDGE! I'VE MADE A DECISION AND I..." Charlie exclaimed with a firm voice, before falling absolutely silent and closing the door again.

"What happened?" Vaggie asked, confused and worried.

"Don't go in there," the princess of Hell murmured with flushed cheeks. "I think I interrupted something."

Vaggie frowned, intrigued by Charlie's sudden shyness. What had she interrupted in the judge's room?

Victoria

"What do you mean?"asked Alastor, showing some curiosity." Victoria looked at him for a moment, feeling somewhat calmer. She still didn't understand why the radio host had gotten so upset. Did his own interests concern him that much? She decided to respond while keeping calm "My job, Alastor. Remember that I'm here to determine if there are redeemable souls here. I hope that this investigation ends with a staggering number of salvageable souls and thus achieves a change in the system, an improvement. For that, I need to have information on as many souls as possible. And I don't just mean the story of their lives. For that, I could simply lock myself in the Limbo archive. I need to know their motivations, the source of their decisions, every introspection they've made since their arrival in hell, their reflections, hopes, and shattered dreams. I need to know the depth of their hearts." "So, is Zestial just a pawn in your larger game?"The Overlord questioned her." "Victoria nodded, smiling. She had finally managed to convey to her interlocutor that there was no need to worry. She didn't like to think of people as pieces in a game, but her kindness to Zestial was due to the need to learn about the story of the ancient being and start her work. She had already lost a lot of time, and the opportunity was too good to miss, as it was not usual to be able to have a private conversation with the lords of hell. Her determination was clear,"I hate to call it a game, but yes. Zestial is just one of the many players on this board. My goal is to gather as much information as possible to make informed decisions about the fate of these souls. To truly make a change. There are many things I don't agree with in this system,"He explained with honesty. There was no longer any point in holding back,"I can't afford to overlook any opportunity to obtain valuable information, even if it means playing the role Zestial has for me. You must understand that to achieve this, I must be open with the souls of this place and show a genuine interest in them, something I truly have. I'm not here just for the Supreme Judges; I'm here for myself and for my ideals."

At that moment, Alastor let out a small laugh as he stared at her intently. Confusion seized her mind."Don't misunderstand me, my dear judge. I'm not mocking you,”The radio host explained, seemingly noticing her confusion," I just find it incredible how, despite being so different, having such divergent goals, we both long for something greater. The pursuit of power and knowledge, the need to challenge the limits imposed on us. Darling, you want to challenge the status quo, playing this game to achieve your goals. Your methods may not resemble mine, but whether you like it or not, you and I are not so different. Victoria watched as the radio demon leaned on his cane while smiling broadly with a sense of satisfaction. Alastor's words struck her mind, and her initial instinct was to deny the claims. However, she couldn't seem to find any argument to contradict his statements. Could it be true that, beneath the surface, they shared a similar determination, an innate impulse to challenge norms and seek something beyond the established? It was true that she longed for something beyond the ordinary, something different from written rules. Alastor claimed to have that same impulse. Were they really a reflection of each other but motivated by a different moral compass? But her pursuit of justice and redemption was different from the radio host's unchecked ambition.

Alastor smiled at her with a certain complexity, and Victoria felt her stomach churn as surprise invaded her face. The radio host was a demon who enjoyed chaos and entertainment. He was someone who sought personal satisfaction without thinking about the consequences. She, on the other hand, did not. How was it possible that they were alike if their motivations were so different? Why did his words intrigue her so much? Why did his charisma and intelligence evoke respect and admiration in her?

Amidst all this internal conflict, Victoria had to admit that Alastor was right about one thing. Both of them desired change and to go beyond what was expected of them. "Perhaps you're right," the judge responded, looking away as a sense of realization washed over her.

"Don't be so surprised, my dear judge. After all, we are two forces sharing a determination that defies established norms. Beings like us always strive for something, be it power, knowledge, justice, or simply freedom.

Victoria listened attentively to those words. There was an uncomfortable truth that she couldn't deny. Deep down, the judge longed for more than just justice. She sought a change in the system, a transformation that went beyond the individual redemption of sinners.

She sighed and smiled faintly. She could understand that Alastor saw her as a reflection of himself, but that wouldn't make her stray from her path, for her goal was justice and a better system, not personal glory or entertainment. The smile of the radio demon, both intriguing and unsettling, seemed to want to challenge Victoria's perception of herself. Could she trust the words of someone so cunning and manipulative, or was it just another trick in his endless game of deceit? Finally, she decided to take the risk."I find it hard to admit that you understand me more than I thought. I thought there would be mockery or disdain from your part. You're more insightful than I had anticipated. Perhaps this camaraderie you seek is a good idea."

"My dear judge, I'm glad you understand," Alastor said in a cold voice, "but for that, it's crucial that there are no secrets between us," he continued, taking her chin so she wouldn't look away. "Tell me, Victoria. Why do you bleed red?"

Victoria could feel Alastor's warm hand firmly gripping her face, taken aback by the coldness in the radio host's voice. She furrowed her brow, trying to process the question. "What are you talking about?" she said, trying to find a way out of this situation. In response, Alastor leaned in, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't try to deny it, Victoria. You stained my precious coat with your bloody cough," Alastor responded, irritated. "Aren't you supposed to, beings of Limbo, have silver-colored blood?" Victoria truly couldn't comprehend what was going through the radio demon's mind, but she was sure that she couldn't reveal her secret. That would make her vulnerable. "I don't deny it. Yes. My blood is red. Thank you for letting me know you're not colorblind," she replied sarcastically.

"Victoria," the red demon retorted, pressing his fingers more firmly. She looked him in the eye challengingly, and the radio host's smile widened. "Don't be naughty, darling. You know what I mean."

"I thought you would have realized by now that I don't wish to disclose that information, Alastor. Not to you, nor to anyone," Victoria pointed out, lightly poking the demon's ribs with her index finger, causing slight tickling that loosened his grip, allowing Victoria to free her face. Alastor looked at her with a mixture of indignation and surprise. "Did you just... tickle me?" the radio host asked incredulously.

"Yes. And now, I kindly ask that you refrain from further discussion on the matter, or else you'll have to leave the room," she concluded confidently. Victoria kept her voice calm but firm. Alastor's pupils gleamed as his eyes darkened. It was evident that her interlocutor was getting annoyed. The judge got up from the bed and walked towards the door. "It would be best if I leave my room so you can calm down, since evidently, you're not making any attempt to leave."

Just as the judge reached for the doorknob, she felt Alastor's hand on her shoulder, turning her somewhat roughly before firmly grasping her wrist. The radio demon had lost patience with her evasiveness, and the frustration caused by her refusals seemed to have reached its limit. Victoria didn't want to get into a conflict, especially considering that she hadn't fully recovered yet, so she decided to use her knowledge in self-defense to leverage Alastor's grip against him and bring him down. However, Victoria didn't notice that he still had his cane nearby, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground beside him.

"Why do I always end up on the floor when we argue?" she complained, raising her gaze. At that moment, her eyes landed on Alastor's cane. It was broken. Fear ran down her spine. This couldn't be good. Without a second thought, she tried to get up, but the radio host quickly grabbed her ankle and dragged her towards him as he got up on his knees, leaving her beneath him. Victoria turned herself around to face him, placing her knee on his chest to try to push him off, but Alastor responded by placing his hand on her shoulder, pressing her against the ground.”Fine! I'm sorry I broke your cane!,”she exclaimed irritably, closing her eyes. There was a moment of silence before Alastor sighed.

"It was already broken. I haven't been able to fix it completely yet," Alastor confessed, shaking his head before looking at her again. Victoria could notice that his eyes had returned to normal, but his voice still sounded annoyed.

"Ah, I see. Anyway, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention," she repeated, relieved.

"Well…" he chuckled, his voice regaining its signature smoothness," Seems we both got a little carried away, wouldn't you agree, my dear judge?." Alastor's laughter echoed through the room, the tension dissipating like smoke in the air. Victoria, still lying on the floor beneath him, couldn't help but crack a smile. Alastor's sudden shift from menacing to playful was as disarming as it was confusing.

"Indeed, Alastor," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "It seems we both have a penchant for the dramatic."

At that moment, the door to the room swung open”JUDGE! I'VE MADE A DECISION AND I…,”Charlie exclaimed with a firm voice, before falling completely silent and looking at them with utter amazement, then quickly shutting the door.

Alastor's amusement, momentarily forgotten, gave way to a flicker of annoyance. He glanced at the closed door, then back at Victoria with a raised eyebrow.  There was a hint of exasperation on his face. 

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice regaining its signature showmanship,"looks like our little...debate got interrupted." He rose from his kneeling position slowly, extending a hand to help Victoria up. His earlier frustration had completely vanished, replaced by a playful curiosity and amusement. 

"Not now, Alastor. I must talk with Charlie right now…seems the Princess has some rather... interesting ideas about our little discussion,'" she retorted, a hint of sarcasm lacing her voice, "Perhaps it's best if we… table this discussion for now." Victoria stared at Alastor outstretched hand, her mind racing. She knew she couldn't keep her secret forever, but she wasn't ready to reveal it just yet. She took a deep breath and placed her hand in his and the red demon pulled her to her feet. Alastor chuckled. "Indeed," he agreed, a mischievous glint in his eyes,” though, one can hardly blame her for jumping to conclusions, considering the... unorthodox position we find ourselves in, my dear Victoria." "There's nothing unorthodox about it," she insisted, her voice firm.  "I simply… lost my balance because of your damn cane."She replied, averting her gaze.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Is that so?" he questioned, his voice dripping with amusement."Perhaps you should be more careful, my dear judge.  One wouldn't want to give the Princess the wrong impression, now would we?"

Victoria rolled her eyes. Alastor was enjoying this far too much. She knew he was deliberately twisting the situation to get a rise out of her.

"Anyway, judge, are you sure you want to pause this conversation? We both know this isn't over.  The red stain… it demands an explanation."Alastor insisted.

"And I've already told you, I'm not at liberty to discuss it."Victoria replied, brushing off her clothes, speaking calmly, gradually regaining his usual composure.

"Not at liberty?  Or simply unwilling to trust me?" the radio demon said as he leaned in closer with a charming smile.

The very idea of trusting him sent a shiver down her spine. Alastor was powerful, unpredictable, and his motives were always shrouded in self-interest. There was no way she could trust him with her secret, not yet. "That's not the point," she insisted, "This is about my privacy. You don't have the right to pry into my personal affairs." she pointed, trying to steer the conversation away

Alastor's eyes narrowed "Don't be naive, Victoria," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "In this business, secrets are liabilities. And liabilities can be… detrimental to partnerships."

"Then perhaps,"She said, losing her patience a bit,"we should reconsider this partnership altogether."

The air crackled with tension. The radio host stared at her for a long, tense moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, with a sigh that seemed to shake the very room, he tilted his head. "Very well, Victoria, there's no need to go that far," he said, his voice regaining a semblance of its usual smoothness."We shall postpone this... discussion for another time. But remember, secrets have a way of coming out,  and when they do…"  He trailed off, a dangerous glint in his eyes.  "The consequences can be…  unpleasant."

"I understand, Alastor. But I really don't want to share this information. It's dangerous for my integrity," she responded with complete honesty, looking down. She knew her reluctance would only increase Alastor's suspicions and the chances of him meddling in her affairs. "I'm sorry, but I simply can't tell you... yet."

Alastor began to walk towards the door, turning his back to her, and just before leaving the room, he sighed. "Victoria, I admire your courage in defending your secret. You're undoubtedly a strong and irritatingly stubborn woman who has a knack for frustrating me and testing my patience. Your willpower is something I respect. But don't fool yourself, your reluctance only fuels my curiosity. Your secret is something that deeply intrigues me, and I can't help but feel that it has the potential to change the course of our alliance. So, I warn you: sooner or later, I'll find a way to uncover the truth."

"I know," Victoria said with a small smile. "I wouldn't expect any less from you. I assure you that when the time comes, I'll be ready to tell you."

Alastor glanced at her over his shoulder for a few seconds. "Get well soon, Victoria," he said in a neutral tone, holding the parts of his cane. "Your interview is waiting for you," the radio demon concluded before leaving the room.

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Silver Princess || House of the Dragon

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-> Chapter IX

Chapter X "Pentos"

Three years have passed since Visenya was born. Three years since she first held her in her arms, since she saw her beautiful eyes, since she became a mother. Three years since she was last in the capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

Since then, she has seen a lot of the world with Daemon, and the girl has grown up like a weed. She had her own dragon, with scales that glowed purple in the sun. Everything looked perfect, they were a loving family who didn't complain about anything, traveled the world and had enough of everything.

Except that Valaerya was homesick.

They were having dinner with the Prince of Pentos, where they were currently staying. Their daughter sat between them, more focused on the dragon figurine Daemon had carved for her from a piece of wood than with her dinner. Besides, Valaerya didn't really listen to what was going on around them either. She was bored with these conversations, revolving around similar topics over and over again. She looked at her daughter with a warm smile on her face, thinking about what was happening in King's Landing and what she was missing.

Perhaps this trip was good for them, they took a break from the hustle and bustle of the capital and the castle atmosphere, but Val didn't feel at home. She felt like a stranger and wanted more and more to return to the place where she grew up.

"Let's raise a toast." she snapped out of her thoughts, turning and looking at the prince. He rose from his chair and raised his glass. "For Aegon the Conqueror, your illustrious ancestor who supported us against Volantis during the Century of Blood. On Balerion's back, he turned the tide of the war by burning the enemy fleet at Lys."

She raised her cup, but reluctantly. She didn't like the taste of the local wine at all, as if she was drinking watered down wine from Dorne, seasoned with some horrible herbs.

"For Aegon the Conqueror." Daemon repeated, also getting up from his chair.

Everyone drank from their glasses, and Val decided she would only pretend to drink because she couldn't stand the taste of it any longer.

"We need to discuss some things, or rather... A proposition I have." hearing these words from their host, she raised an eyebrow, but didn't say a word yet. First, listen to what he has to say. Her gaze involuntarily turned back to her daughter for a moment, she hoped that he would not propose any marriage. "I want to offer you permanent residence here, in Pentos. I will give it to you along with its lands, farms, vineyards and forest. The tenants will pay the new Targaryen Lord. By virtue of your birth, you can treat the city and port as your own.

She really didn't like the fact that he only addressed her husband and not her as well. And she didn't like it even more when Daemon told him to continue.

"Lys and its allies are growing in strength. The Triarchy has allied itself with Qoren Martell of Dorne and may turn its gaze north at any time. Your family has dragons. I wish to protect Pentos from the greedy gaze of the Triarchy. Help us, as Aegon once did, and my gratitude will overflow your cup."

"It's not our problem." she murmured as if under her breath, but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear her. She didn't even look at them, which only added to the dismissive tone of her statement. But she really couldn't care less.

"That's a generous offer. We will definitely consider it." she raised an eyebrow again, looking up from her food to her husband. Her eyes said one thing: 'We won't consider it.'

"I already missed my friend Laena's wedding and the birth of her child. In the morning I got the news that my sister had given birth. I won't stay here." she declared.

She was not afraid to fight for herself, she learned that if she wanted something, in most cases she had to reach for it herself. She may have been a princess, but not everything was handed to her on a platter. And now, she additionally cared about the well-being of her child. She wanted Visenya to grow up where she grew up, in her family home, which belonged to her. Not somewhere on the other side of the sea, separated from most of the family.

Guess he didn't want to argue with her at the table, because he just grabbed her hand gently and said they would talk about it later.

Wonder when this was supposed to happen next. Because it was already evening and he still hadn't bothered to broach the issue with her. Finally, she left the room herself and went to the place where Daemon most often sat, namely a small library in the corridor. He even had a desk set up there. Her walking definitely could be hear, as her heels clicked on the stone steps as she took two steps at a time.

Looking at her, no one would say that she had a baby and was twenty-seven years old. Her figure was as slim as before pregnancy, and her breasts - despite breastfeeding - did not change their shape either. She still fit into the clothes they had made for her in King's Landing and in which she felt most comfortable. With an increasingly heavy heart, she said goodbye to comfortable trousers and high shoes when it came to putting on a dress.

Additionally, it seemed as if the passing years had no effect on her at all. There was no sign on her face that wrinkles would soon begin to appear. Her skin was still smooth and even radiant, as if she was still eighteen or seventeen. She looked at herself in the mirror every morning and had noticed almost no difference in her appearance for ten years.

She wasn't going to complain about it, of course, she liked feeling beautiful, although she felt a little uncomfortable seeing her friends and family showing the passage of time while she 'stayed young'.

Anyway, she found Daemon with Visenya on his lap. They sat at his desk and he taught her Valyrian. She was even doing quite well, considering that she was only three years old and couldn't speak common tongue fluently yet. But apparently the earlier you starts learning languages, the easier it is, at least that's what the Maester told her.

"We are learning." said the girl, smiling broadly, when she had seen her mother coming.

"And did your dad tell you that your dragon shouldn't be in the chamber with you anymore?" she smiled warmly at her and stood next to her, combing her silver hair. "Soon it will be too big and the poor thing won't be able to get out, it will stay there forever. It's place is in the Dragonpit in King's Landing."

"Your mother is right, sweetheart." added Daemon, also smiling at his daughter sitting on his lap. "You don't want it to remain locked in your chamber, do you?"

"I don't want to lock it at all. I want it to be free."

These words touched her more than they should have. Only then did she realize that everyone was not as free as they seemed. They can't just go wherever they want, do whatever they want. There will always be something connecting them with someone, something or some place.

"It is free." he assured her. He then moved his gaze to Valaerya, whose look clearly said she needed to talk to him. "And it's probably time for you to go to bed, hm?" he hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.

Visenya jumped down to the floor and kissed her mother - who crouched down for this purpose - on the cheek, said goodnight to her parents, and happily went to her room.

What I wouldn't give to be that carefree again...

"I won't stay here." she said when they were alone. "You do what you want, but I'm leaving this mansion tomorrow and taking Visenya with me."

"Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit?" he looked at her for a moment, then went back to reading the book. "We have a good life here."

"This is not our place, my place."

"Our place was in Old Valyria, but it's gone" he replied quickly, turning the page. She felt disrespected by him when he acted this way. She didn't know what he wanted to achieve - for her to let go? That she come to terms with what he wants so that he can be happy?

Well, unfortunately for him, she wasn't going to agree on anything she didn't like.

"What are you running from, Daemon? Your prother? Policy? Duties?" she hesitated for a moment before adding one more guess. "My sister?" her voice cracked slightly when she said it, which made her want to hate herself.

But at the same time, she immediately caught his eye. He seemed surprised by the question, but didn't immediately deny it, which made her think. Only after a while did he react somehow.

"Sweetie..." he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap. "Think about it, aren't we really better off here? We have no worries, we don't have to stress, politics doesn't concern us. We have our own life, peaceful, away from all problems.

"I don't run away from problems." she took his hands from her waist. "I didn't know I was braver than you." she added waspishly, getting up from his lap. She was about to leave, ending the conversation as there was no point in continuing it, but she stopped when she heard his answer.

"What if nothing good comes of this return? Will you regret it?"

She stood with her back to him, thinking what to answer.

She didn't know what the future would hold for her, but she knew that the whole world was equally dangerous everywhere. They can't hide here and pretend that nothing concerns them and that they are safe here. Their lives were elsewhere, their rest of the family, their home. Visenya doesn't even know what the Red Keep looks like! She should grow up there, together with her cousins.

And maybe siblings. She thought about it sometimes, after a good evening. She thought, why is it so hard for her to get pregnant again, what has changed? She hated things she couldn't control, and this was one of them.

But she could decide to return home, she will not allow herself to be ruled over just because he is her husband. After all, she is the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, she belongs to the greatest dynasty the world of men has ever seen, she rides a dragon without a saddle, no one will tell her what to do.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, with or without you." she finally stated, turning to him only for a moment to give him a cold look.

Immediately afterward, she began to walk towards their chamber in the mansion, but as soon as she had taken a few steps, she heard a chair being quickly pushed away and footsteps behind her. She quickened her pace, but he caught up to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her close to him.

"You are leaving me already?" he asked, leaning over her and kissing her neck several times.

"I'm not in the mood." she replied, although this time she didn't shrug off his hands. Perhaps it will be good for her? Maybe...? After a few moments, she turned with a soft sigh, looked at him and kissed him, pulling him to her by the neck. It was more violent than tender, but it made no difference to them.

Under his pressure, she backed up against the wall, her free hand gripping on his shirt. She didn't care that at any moment someone could walk down this corridor and see what they were doing. She has learned not to care about the opinions of others, as long as these 'others' mean nothing and she is unable to win against them.

Anything is allowed as long as you can handle the consequences.

~

-> Chapter XI -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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[DRAGON DANCE]⠀/⠀from a distance, he watches as the performing crew argues amongst each other, tempers running high from stress and urgency. it's understandable——they've been working hard on this very critical show and suddenly one of the most important members suffers a freak injury rendering him unable to perform at the last second. another's situation isn't too different, taking him out of the show as well. and now they're left shorthanded, but with a show that definitely couldn't be canceled, lest the spirit of lantern rite suffer an irredeemable blow.

in his line of work, these things happen too. quick fixes, emergency deadlines, sudden setbacks that seemingly can't hope to be recovered from. some of them have set him back too ; some have set the company back as a whole. but all of this, even failure here and there, is still better than the alternative: a stagnant, unchanging bottom line.

he smiles, two-toned gaze soft where it hides, as poorly as ever, behind colored lenses. in their frustrated chaos, rapidly descending to a hopelessness befitting nihility, he sees opportunity more comparable to some other path——whether that was preservation, or trailblaze, or even elation fell to the eye of the beholder. he sees a chance for great chance, unprecedented change——and not far away from him in another direction, a force that excelled at causing just that.

head tilts, rolling leisurely along neck until he can look the dark-haired woman's way. broody as ever, that impenetrable emanator, even when there were celebrations to be had and vicissitudes of life——supposedly——to enjoy. her expression barely changes, and she doesn't even show any sign of noticing him, so he'll have to be the one to break the ice. "how about it, friend? don't you happen to excel exactly in making the impossible, possible? with just one act. . . i'm sure you wouldn't have any problem turning their fortunes around."

In essence, the entire debacle unfolding before her is reminiscent of IX's outlook on the universe-- despite their best efforts and their hours of preparation, it's all for naught in the face of destiny interfering with their plans. While there are those who can effortlessly pluck at the threads of fate, these souls are not of that subset; and as such, they flail and fumble in a desperate attempt to mend the situation that seems hopeless. Not unlike her own fight, she supposes. To rage against a being with no form, tainting all in THEIR Shadow in the same way that her existence had been. A strange, twisted since of "optimistic" nihility-- a living, breathing oxymoron. Though all is lost, what matters is the journey to the end; not its inevitability. The dancers' hours of grueling practice have provided them with experience that cannot be replaced. Regardless of whether their performance succeeds, those moments-- though fleeting-- will remain etched in their souls as a fond memory of time spent together. Much like her time with companions from the past, and much like her time with Nameless girl who fearlessly ventured deep into the depths of IX.

Her reverie is not meant to last long, however, as a familiar voice breaks into her thoughts with little effort. The gambler who staked his life on mere chance has managed to find his way to her once again, and she sets her piercing gaze on his visage without hesitation-- he's nearly see-through, as he was before, filled with an emptiness he desperately chases to fill. Perhaps, with time, he'll find his purpose... and at the Horizon of Existence, Acheron believes that Aventurine has finally grasped the beginning of understanding his actuality in this universe. Or she hopes, at least. As much as she can still hope. "You overestimate my capabilities," Acheron huffs in her usual flat tone, one hand resting on her hip. "I wouldn't say that fortune bends in my favor." A pause follows, her fingers tapping on the end of Naught's hilt. It's nearly hesitation that flashes across her features, head tilting slightly to make an attempt at judging her companion's goal. "The regrets they face are inevitable. You intend to make a fruitless gamble on whether or not I hold the ability to change their fate?"

Neither of them can escape what's been preordained for them. Yet it doesn't stop them from trying, and the human spirit has always been indomitable. "Very well. I have one condition-- you accompany me. Your flair for the dramatic may serve this troupe well. All or nothing, correct?"

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#onthisday in 1942 the Hawker Tempest Mk V prototype made its maiden flight, piloted by Philip Lucas. This was the first Tempest prototype to fly.

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Hawker Tempest | Classic Warbirds

Evolving out of a design study to improve the Hawker Typhoon, which although a successful low altitude interceptor and fighter-bomber, it wasn't its intended role, which was that of a high altitude interceptor. Initial changes developed by Sydney Camm and his design team consisted of a thinner wing, due to this a new fuselage tank was need, a 2,400-hp Napier Sabre EC.107C engine and the radiator under the engine being moved to the wing. The new design, refereed to as Typhoon II, was submitted to the Air Ministry, leading to an order for two prototypes on the 18th November 1941 under Specification F.10/41. Due to some more major changes to the aircraft, it was renamed the Hawker Tempest in January 1942.

Another four Tempest prototypes were produced, bringing the total to six. These were the Tempest Mk I, powered by the Napier Sabre EC.107C engine, two Tempest Mk IIs, powered by the 2,520-hp Bristol Centaurs IV engine. The Tempest Mk III was powered by the Rolls-Royce Griffon IIB with the Tempest Mk IV installed with a Rolls-Royce Griffon 61 engine, whilst the Tempest Mk V was powered by the Napier Sabre II engine.

An order was placed by the Air Ministry for the Tempest Mk I in August 1942, before any prototypes had flown, although the order would be transferred to other Tempest Mks. With Philip Lucas at the controls, the prototype Tempest Mk I flew for the first time on the 24th February 1943, without the 'chin' that featured on the Typhoon. Despite reaching a maximum speed of 466 mph, whilst the Napier Sabre IV's supercharger was in high gear, the Tempest Mk I was dropped due to problems with the engine program.

The Tempest Mk II underwent a number of changes and made its first flight on the 28th June 1943. When put into production it was powered by the 2,520-hp Bristol Centaurus Mk V engine. This gave the aircraft a top speed of 440 mph, range of 800 miles with a service ceiling of 37,000 ft. Armament was four 20mm cannons whilst bomb load was either two 1,000lb bombs or eight rocket projectiles. The Tempest Mk II arrived to late to serve in the Second World War (1939 - 1945) with No. 54 Squadron, RAF Chilbolton, which had been reformed on the 15th November 1945, and No. 247 Squadron the only home based squadrons equipped. Although the Tempest Mk II served in Germany, Hong Kong, India and Malaya, it remained in operation in the Middle East until de Havilland Vampires replaced them in 1949.

The Tempest Mk III followed and this would provide the basis for the Hawker Fury, however the Royal Air Force would cancel the Fury, but the Fleet Air Arm would develop a naval version known as the Hawker Sea Fury. Next was the Hawker Tempest Mk IV, which was to be powered by the Rolls-Royce Griffon 61 engine, but in February 1943 the project was cancelled before a prototype had been built.

The Tempest Mk V was the first prototype version to fly on the 2nd September 1942, piloted by Philip Lucas, this version retaining the chin radiator of its predecessor, the Typhoon, with the first production version flown on the 21st June 1943 by Bill Humble. Powered by the 2,200-hp Napier Sabre IIB engine, the Tempest Mk V had a top speed of 442 mph, range of 820 miles with a service ceiling of 32,200 ft. Armament was four 20mm cannons and either two 500lb bombs or eight rocket projectiles. The Tempest Mk V would be the first of the type to enter service when No. 486 Squadron, Royal New Zealand Air Force received some during January 1944, followed on the 29th February 1944 when No. 3 Squadron received their first aircraft. In both cases replacing the Typhoon. These two squadrons would be bolstered by a third Tempest squadron, No. 56 with the Tempest Mk V replacing their Supermarine Spitfire Mk IXs. They would operate within No. 150 Wing, Royal Air Force as part of No. 85 Group, Royal Air Force which was under the command of Wing Commander Roland Beamont, which was formed on the 12th May 1944 operating from RAF Newchurch. It would be on the 8th June 1944 when the Tempest Mk V scored its first aerial victory, when nine aircraft from No. 3 Squadron encountered five Messerschmitt Bf 109s, shooting down three.

After D-Day, No. 150 Wing, Royal Air Force would be reassigned to help combat the V-1 flying bomb, nicknamed the doodlebug, after the first one fell on the UK, when Grove Road, London was hit on the 13th June 1944, killing six people. The Tempest was to prove successful in this role performing anti-diver sorties as they shot down 638 out of 1,846 destroyed by Allied fighters, equating to 34%. As the Allied liberation of Europe progressed and more Tempests entered service they flew patrols to support ground forces and would be stationed on airfields in France, Belgium and the Netherlands and would take part in Operation Market Garden (17th September 1944 - 25th September 1944). They also came up against the Luftwaffe's jet fighter the Messerschmitt Me 262, attacking the aircraft as it came in to land, and by the time the war in Europe ended on the 8th May 1945 had claimed 20.

The last production version was the Hawker Tempest Mk F.VI powered by the 2,340-hp Napier Sabre V engine, which had originally been fitted to the Tempest Mk V prototype. This flew for the first time with this engine on the 9th May 1944. The Tempest Mk F.VI had a top speed of 438 mph, range of 740 miles and a service ceiling of 37,000 ft. Armament was four 20mm cannons with a bomb load of either two 1,000lb bombs or eight rocket projectiles. Like the Tempest Mk II the Tempest Mk F.VI was too late to see service in the Second World War, although it was used by squadrons in Germany and the Middle East.

Two target tug variants were also produced, these were the Tempest TT.5, which were converted Tempest Mk Vs, with the prototype flying for the first time during May 1947, and the Tempest TT.6, which were converted Tempest Mk VIs.

By the time production had ended 1,702 Tempests had been built.

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more about this character without spoiling things:

Somewhat older than Paul- in the range of 20-23.

Longish wavy black hair.

He belongs to Sietch Kuultsuul. whereas Sietch Tabr is out in the middle of nowhere and fairly self-sustaining, Sietch Kuluyabb exacts tribute from a number of villages, which it has long-running relations with.

One of the problems the Harkonnens have with the Fremen is that they can't really do surrender & regrant, since a) the Fremen refuse to take any oath of service to the false god Emperor, and b) the Fremen sort of socialism with the leader as but a pragmatic first among equals is alien to the Imperial law; if a Naib tried to convert his authority to a hereditary possession he'd be killed at once as a despot. So in the case of Sietch Kuultsuul and others like it there's a gentleman's agreement that Harkonnens will exact their tribute and the Fremen will exact theirs, the villagers lose out, but no one gets hurt. On the other hand, the Harkonnens are pretty aware of where the Sietch is, and they have tried to take out such sietches in the past, with mixed results for the cost.

This character is the son of the calde of one of the villages, who married a woman from the sietch. He has been raised alternately, with both time with his father and accelerated but substantial Fremen training & full initiations, since both sietch & village understand that it's good to have men that can play both teams.

He's also bi of course.

Miklanyaths (the blind hare) is his proper Fremen name he chose, analogous to Muad'Dib. After his death he is known as St. Miklanyaths of the Fleets.

Indagsha (lit. the melkite, the emperor-worshipper) is his troop name, analogous to Usul. The word is a grave insult if said with malice. In his case it's meant affectionately, more like city boy. Even during his life he is known as Black Indagsha.

He is an epicurean and does not believe in heaven or hell, only nothingness. Likewise he has no belief in prophecies or in spirits, and regards the Zensunni as at best a bit of poetry for secular wisdom.

"Religion is the Elacca of the armies"

He has spent two years' service with a House Minor military company in service to the Harkonnens. You may ask why he did this. Many young Arrakeens do. They are motivated by money & experience; for Indagsha contacts & credibility were another draw. While the Fremen will need to spearhead the Revolution, the towns must still be prepared. The Harkonnens will need whatever troops they can get; certainly those with such proven experience will be favored as more trustworthy. The Harkonnens will not know whether it's a twentieth or a tenth or a fifth of such recruits who are secret radicals. They will know well enough that the rest are fighting out of no love for the Count or Baron- but who else could they draw on?

Very consciously, there is nothing he will not resort to in order to free & glorify the Arrakeen people.

Sort of a Fremen Arminius.

He scares Paul with how much he seeks to emulate the Imperials; sometimes Paul wonders what it is that Indagsha even wants to preserve of the Fremen.

"Indagsha, I'm not fighting this war for the Faufreluches."

He has a polite crush on Jessica, whom he addresses as his Lady more than as Sayyadina, and he serves as her confidant or left-hand man on numerous occasions, such as when she negotiates terms with Shaddam.

Jessica ships him with Paul; a half-civilized boy is better than an entirely savage girl.

His ideal goal is Arrakis to be recognized as a self-governing Imperial Free Planet, a status like that of Ix or Tleilax (and he is quite the Ixophile). He believes the Great Houses will be amenable to this if properly pitched- the spice is too essential a commodity to let any of their rivals control. But of course the Arrakeens have no credibility in the Landsraad without a key. Paul Atreides is that key.

If one mentions the planet Galacia or its inhabitants in his presence, he will go on a spiel about how, while Galacians are famous for their lovely pale skin and pure white hair, he in fact holds that their own Arrakeen women are the most beautiful.

He does not actually believe this.

He does believe in Shai-Hulud.

countering harmful stereotypes by making Muad'Dib's most ruthless Fremen follower be an urbanized, committedly atheist, secular nationalist with a good understanding of Landsraad politics and a conditional admiration for Imperial culture.

[lonestarbattleship]

1929 Fleet Problem IX

"Battleships and other ships of the U.S. Fleet at anchor in Panama bay on February 26, 1929 at the completion of that year's fleet problem.

Photographed from USS LEXINGTON (CV-2). Aircraft are Martin T4M-1 torpedo bombers."

U.S. Naval History and Heritage Command: NH 75711

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song ii.

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual smut, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, things are heating up! the phrase ‘dilf dick’ gets thrown around way too much, RJ and taehyung cameo, hoseok, yoongi and namjoon are mentioned, as well as jungkook if you squint words; 12,169

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

After Seokjin dropped you off at the station, he and Arin waving you goodbye, it would be two weeks later when you saw him again. Not that you were holding out on it or anything… No way… That would be ludicrous.  

The last week of school was always hectic, activities and games top priority now that teaching had come to a standstill. The children were hyper, the teacher’s worn out, but without fail you always looked forward to the summer fate. Head of the committee every year, you and a handful of your fellow teachers organised each game, each stall and each prize. As well as wanting the children to have fun, it was also an opportunity to celebrate their achievements throughout the year with their families. There were an arrange of awards for most subjects, third through to first place for each grade, and this year you’d convinced the principal, Mr. Jung, to include a new creative writing award. It wasn’t technically a subject – you already had the spelling bee for English class, but he’d thought it was a great idea to celebrate the students’ talents in a brand new way. 

Of course, there was one child you had in mind when you’d gone to him with the idea – Arin. It was only fair in your eyes, she’d been with you not even three months and hadn’t had a chance like the other kids. The other awards were spoken for but you wanted her to at least get something, just so first grade could end on a good note for her and help her look forward to September. 

You were at the entrance of the fate, in casual conversation with Mrs. Jeon as well as greeting the students’ families, when you caught a glimpse of Seokjin. He was hand in hand with Arin who skipped happily beside him. He was wearing a sea green thin sweater, that blew in the light breeze, and black jeans. He was even in sneakers. Way more unbelievable than the slippers. He looked effortlessly good, and you thought you preferred him like this, casually dressed. The suits were great yes, but he looked far more attainable like this. Not that you wanted to attain him. 

Damn it. 

You tried your best to ignore the strange heat that had seemed to settle in your chest at the sight of him, the faintest flurry of what could only be described as butterflies aggravating your stomach. What the hell? What was wrong with you? 

“Hello, Miss.” Arin grinned, giving you a small wave, and you shook yourself out of it. 

“Hi, Arin,” you waved back, of course catching Seokjin’s eyes in the process. 

“Miss. Y/L/N,” he greeted, the hint of a smirk across his mouth. Teasing, again. Two could play at that game. 

“Mr. Kim,” you replied, unable to keep a straight face – especially when you heard him laugh as he passed by you. 

You watched him walk off, secretly pleased now that you knew he was here. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, wouldn’t dare tell anyone, but you’d been hoping he’d be free to attend the fate. To see Arin receive her reward, of course – nothing else. But, okay, maybe you had spent an embarrassingly long time choosing which dress to wear last night. Not that you wanted to impress him, more like… stand out. 

“Who is he?” Mrs. Jeon whispered animatedly – hopefully out of earshot and once again knocking some sense back into you. 

You tried to sound casual, like you weren’t aware of Seokjin’s jaw-dropping good looks – or more so, that they didn’t affect you whatsoever. “A student’s father.”

She made a noise of disbelief. “He is just pure… sex on legs.”

“Eunbi!” You exclaimed, taken by such surprise you used her first name. She burst out laughing, something you couldn’t ignore and ended up in a fit of giggles yourself. 

“Behave.” You warned, trying to compose yourself. “You’re a married woman.” You’d attended her wedding last summer, bringing along Soojung as your plus one. 

“Looking is still allowed,” she replied, making you both explode into laughter once again. 

You were giddy. Really, what was up with you?

.

.

The afternoon was a success, the children and their families enjoying immensely, as well as the teachers. It was your job to announce the creative writing reward and it was so heart-warming to see how happy it made Arin to come first place. She held her little trophy and movie theatre vouchers proudly for the camera, Seokjin looking just as over the moon as her. Mr. Jung convinced him to join for a few snaps and you looked on with a polite smile. Other than earlier and a thank you as you passed the prize to Arin, those had been your only interactions with Seokjin for the day and now the fate was drawing to a close. You wouldn’t say you were disappointed, because that would be preposterous, but if those were going to be your only exchanges then it made the times he’d fleeted into your mind these past couple of weeks highly embarrassing… 

It wasn’t as if you wanted to think about him, he just kept popping up. First you blamed Soojung, who wouldn’t shut up about Mr. Dilf for a few days after the exchange at his house (mansion), but soon the topic bored her, no new developments to keep her hooked. You on the other hand found yourself imagining instances where you’d bump into one another again. You know, happenstances… Like if he had the time to drop Arin off at school, although you doubted he’d end up in the staff parking lot again… You’d had a good giggle to yourself remembering his face when he’d realised. 

Other incidents were less realistic, like maybe he’d drop off a thank you present the students liked to gift to say goodbye, or maybe you’d bump into him at the grocery store, the park – highly improbable, but you found yourself thinking all these things when you were procrastinating or trying to get to sleep. 

Even now as you tried to win a prize at the Ring Toss stall – don’t ask how much money you’d already spent – (obviously using your free time wisely before you were needed again), you found yourself disappointed that things hadn’t worked out quite like you’d imagined today. You were being stupid. The guy was supposed to annoy the heck out of you, yet here you were unable to stop thinking about him. It had been a long time since a man had gotten you this distracted. A really long time… 

“Can I help?”

You jumped at the sound of Seokjin’s voice, granted you were in deep concentration, about to launch the hoop, but you felt like you’d been caught doing something wrong. As if he knew you’d been thinking about him, caught you in the act. You whipped your head up, forcing yourself to relax and smile. 

“I’ve been watching you try to win for the past ten minutes.” He chuckled. Great. How embarrassing. He stepped closer. “What do you have your eyes so set on?”

Oh, god. Even more embarrassing. You had a split second to make a decision. Be truthful or lie and choose something else. You know what, who cared? You were thirty and still loved stuffed animals. It wasn’t out of the ordinary. 

“The alpaca.” You pointed to the white fluffy animal sat on the top shelf. With his cute round face and a red scarf wrapped around his neck, he was adorable and you really wanted him. 

Seokjin wasn’t fazed at all. “He’s cute. I’ll try but don’t get your hopes up, okay?” 

You nodded and handed him the hoops. He needed to loop all three around the skittles. You watched him with anticipation, thinking to yourself this definitely wasn’t one of your fantasies, but you liked it regardless. Liked it even better when Seokjin managed to win. 

“Thank you, Seokjin,” you smiled, his name still feeling strange to say aloud. The man in charge of the game passed you your new ‘pet’ and you held it fondly, unable to stop yourself. Your landlord didn’t allow animals so you’d had to improvise over the years. You’d never had an alpaca before, but you were sure he’d fit right in. 

“No problem, I’m glad I could be of service.” He chuckled. 

There was a silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it was new. You were so used to Seokjin joking about you were expecting him to take the lead. Today he was quiet, actually right now he looked pretty awkward. 

You opened your mouth to ask him how he was when you suddenly realised something. How stupid of you. You’d been so distracted by the stuffed animal you hadn’t realised a little certain someone was missing. “Where’s Arin?”

“She’s playing with a friend and their family.” You watched him scratch the back of his neck, looking at you, but not really making eye contact. “Y/N, do you maybe want to take a walk? We could find some where to sit and talk?”

“About what?” You could’ve kicked yourself. Why did you have to ask that? You were just a little dazed from hearing him say your name again. 

“Uh, just about Arin really.” 

You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting so any answer would’ve surprised you, but you nodded, taking him up on the offer. “Okay.” 

You knew a bench away from the fate but still on school grounds, and you walked side by side, noticing just how tall and broad he was. His shoulders looked unbelievable in that sweater, and it hugged his chest perfectly when the light breeze of the afternoon hit him, his well-built chest visible. Not that you were staring or anything, you just happened to notice… 

You small talked along the way. Not much, mostly about the fate, but it was enough for you to hit your destination without any awkward silence. You wracked your brains as you sat, wondering what he had to say about Arin. Maybe he wanted to discuss her stories more, thank you for the prize she’d won. What you did know though, was that his cologne really did smell amazing. It was woody, maybe spicy, and just plain addicting. This close proximity was wreaking havoc with you again. You sat the alpaca between you both on bench, acting as a barrier for your sanity. 

Seokjin patted its head absentmindedly before he side-eyed you, that amused smile you’d become familiar with upturning the corners of his mouth. “You seem a lot less scrappy today.”

You raised both eyebrows, thrown for a moment. “Scrappy?”

“Yes,” he chuckled, “a lot less intimidating.” 

You? Intimidating? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? The sheer power of Seokjin’s brow line alone could bring a person to quivering knees, and that wasn’t mentioning the obvious, like you know, his face. However, he seemed genuine enough. You didn’t really consider yourself feisty, but then again, when pushed to your limits maybe something just snapped inside of you. You had powers you weren’t aware of, obviously. Better own them then…

You gave a small shrug, smirking slightly. “Maybe I’ve chosen to forgive and forget.” 

He chuckled again, genuinely amused, but you sensed some reluctance his end, a slight awkwardness. Was he stalling? You suddenly grew a little nervous. The dynamics you’d grown somewhat used to during your last few encounters had shifted without you knowing. Seokjin was a lot less teasing today. How come? 

“So,” you pressed carefully, unable to handle the anticipation. “What was it you wanted to say?” 

He lifted his head up, warm eyes meeting yours and your insides did that flurrying thing again. Your imagination hadn’t concocted this. When he smiled you realised how kind it was – how kind it could be when he wasn’t being infuriating. “I just want to thank you.” 

Your eyes widened before you could control the surprise. “Thank me?” 

He nodded, relaxing a little now, pressing his back into the bench. “For being such an amazing teacher to Arin these past couple of months.” 

Of course, Arin. That’s what he’d said in the beginning, right? He wanted to sit and talk about Arin.

“That’s really no problem,” you smiled. It was your job after all. Yes, teachers liked being appreciated for their hard work, but personally, praise sent you a little red in the face. 

You didn’t know if he heard you, already continuing, as if he’d rehearsed what he wanted to say. “It’s been really hard on her, the change – you know, uprooting the life she knew to come and live with me. New school, making new friends. She was incredibly worried, but you made it so much easier for her.” 

Looking at you again, sounding so genuine, you found yourself freezing. You stumbled a little over your words before managing to come up with something functional. “Of course, it’s my job to make every student comfortable in my class.” You were sure any teacher would’ve treated her with the same kindness and care. But, yes, truthfully you had become very fond of her in such a short time. You wanted him to know that in a roundabout way. “I’ll miss her come September.” 

He gave you an appreciative smile. “She’ll miss you too.” 

Serious Seokjin always threw you. Maybe it was because you had to accept that you’d misjudged him completely. He wasn’t the rich pompous jerk you’d first thought the morning he’d hit your car. You had to admit that like this he impressed and intrigued you. It was why you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him these past two weeks. Which was stupid because you doubted he was doing the same.  

“Thanks for choosing her to win that writing competition, by the way.” His voice brought you back to Earth, concentrating on him again to find that mischievous grin all over his face. “Even if you didn’t like the way it ended.” 

You scoffed. Was he ever going to drop that? He knew that wasn’t the case. He’d asked for the damn pointer himself. “Well, if Lewis Carroll did it.” 

“Kim Arin can too?” He finished, both of you instantly laughing. Once it petered off, he tilted his head to the side, gazing at you almost. It made you fidget a little, getting flustered. “She’s really fond of you. I meant what I said at the parent-teacher meeting.”

God, you really were horrendous at taking compliments. Especially from a man that already made you feel funny. 

“She’s always speaking about how kind and lovely you are.” A pause. "...How pretty you are.” You froze. He hesitated, contemplating something in his head it seemed. He looked you straight in the eyes and said casually, “I have to admit, I agree." 

Oh. What?! You felt heat begin to travel up your face, your cheeks burning and you prayed it wasn't visible. You didn't know what to reply, but thankfully (perhaps) Seokjin simply carried on, hopefully oblivious to your awkward reaction. You should bypass it too. It probably didn't mean anything. He was just being polite, right? 

“Realising it was your car I hit made me feel even guiltier." He shook his head regretfully. "I really am sorry for all that. The damage, stealing your car." 

"It's fine, Seokjin." He hadn’t really stolen your car, you’d been extremely overdramatic there. He'd apologised enough already. You were over it. You had two days left of school, the summer all yours, your mood was much better. Let bygones be bygones. 

“Yeah but, I should’ve never gotten your car towed. I realise I was out of line. You said you didn’t want my help but I didn’t listen." 

You nodded, listening to him, aware he needed to say this. Again, it seemed as if he'd rehearsed it almost, or maybe it was the professional in him. You were too damn stubborn so he wasn't all to blame. You smiled appreciatively, fighting your hand's strange urge to pat his shoulder. It was maybe best that you didn't touch him. Instead you gave a teasing grin. “But you still won’t let me pay you back?” 

He whined – or at least that's the only way you could describe it. It tugged at something inside your chest. Maybe it was more like a wail. Less cute. He couldn't believe you were back on that. 

"I'm just messing around," you laughed, trying to compose yourself to let him know something too. “While we're on apologies... I'm sorry for being so short with you annnd for calling you a car thief."

He chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair. Oh, it was pushed back above his forehead again today. You hadn't noticed, too distracted by what? His sneakers? The outfit as a whole? His face? “I deserved it, let’s be honest." 

"Maybe in the beginning," you admitted carefully, causing him to laugh harder. 

“I was way too preoccupied when I hit you. With work and promising Arin I’d drop her off at school – because shamefully I’d never done it before." He turned a little pensive at that, lost in his own thoughts. 

“You must be really busy," you said, voice soft. There was no way he could do it all. Work seemingly six days a week and still try to be there for Arin 24/7. 

He looked across at you, an eyebrow quirking slightly. What was he surprised by? That you were sympathising with him? He nodded slowly. “It’s just hard learning to juggle everything.   Don’t get me wrong, I love having her with me every day, but...”

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon.” You wanted to say it would be summer break soon enough, but then on second thoughts, maybe that would make things even harder. 

“Yeah, maybe,” he shrugged, changing the subject back to you. “Besides, me being busy doesn’t really excuse the fact I hit you. I mean, what if god forbid you’d been walking past my car instead, it doesn’t bear thinking about.” He looked beside himself at just the idea. 

“But I wasn’t,” you reminded him, “so it’s perfectly okay.” 

“You’re right,” he murmured, giving you a small smile that rounded his cheeks.  

There was silence then, where you waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. Was that all he’d wanted to talk about? To thank you for being a kind teacher to Arin and to say sorry once again for the car debacle? For some reason you felt eager to keep the conversation going. It was an urge deep inside you that acted on its own accord. 

“So, what do you do?” You asked, trying your best to sound casual. Not that you weren’t casual. You just didn’t want to make it seem like you were desperate for small talk. “If you don’t mind me asking.” 

Again, he looked vaguely surprised. What, that you were interested in him? No, that was phrased wrong. That you were interested. He didn’t meet your eyes as he replied.  “I, uh, I’m the CEO of LG. I took over from my father about three years ago.” 

You swore your eyes bugged out of their sockets you were so overcome with shock. You were glad he wasn’t looking at you as you tried to pull it together. “The LG?”

Like one of the biggest companies in the country LG? He was way too young surely? Weren’t those type of CEOs old and round looking?  

Seokjin chuckled, finally looking you in the eyes. “Unless you know another one.” 

You were speechless, well aware you needed to actually say something in reply instead of gawping but what? What could you say to that? “I guess that explains why you’re always so busy then.” 

God, why? Of all the things, why that? Well done for stating the obvious, Y/N. 

Seokjin gave you a modest smile. “It’s difficult, yes. Trying to manage work and being effectively a single dad, but I really am trying.” He shook his head slightly, as if he was telling himself off. “I missed her so much these past couple of years, so to finally have her living with me is a dream come true. I’m trying to be the best father I can but I guess it’s a work in progress.” 

You weren’t expecting him to be this open with you at all. But maybe Soojung wouldn’t be so surprised. She and a bunch of your other friends, even acquittances said that you were easy to confide in. That you listened well and didn’t try to solve everything. You didn’t know how true that was but you didn’t mind listening to him right now. Sometimes confiding in a stranger just worked. 

“Arin obviously adores you.” You smiled. “I could see that the day I dropped your car back.”

He gave you a tiny smile of thanks but sighed softly. “I just want her to always be happy. I know coming from a broken home may make that statement hypocritical but…”

“Not at all,” you insisted. “If a relationship isn’t working out then you need to do what’s best for your child, and you.” That was important too. “I mean, my parents divorced when I was quite young and I have a million and one happy memories growing up.” 

You grew a little self-conscious, thinking that you were oversharing, but he seemed happy to hear it, perking up a little. “Really?” 

“Yep. They beat the ones I have of them yelling at one another.” 

He gave a bitter chuckle then, nodding in agreement. “That’s right. It’s just…” He paused and you wondered if he was going to carry on. Was it bad that you felt curious? You liked seeing this side of Seokjin, it wasn’t how your fantasies had gone at all, it was better. Things had taken an unexpected turn but it just seemed to fit. It seemed natural. It felt nice to talk to him like this. Suddenly you didn’t seem so different. Despite the contrasts in your job and lifestyle, they weren’t very apparent here on this bench… 

“My ex-wife is… she lives a busy life – even busier than mine. But she loves it. She goes looking for it.” Seokjin explained. You listened politely. “That’s why Arin had to start living with me, and even though I’m pulled thin, I still try to make enough time for my daughter, no matter the day, no matter the time, no matter anything. Nana doesn’t…”

Nana? That was her name. You imagined someone slim and beautiful, it was only fitting seeing as Seokjin was the man she was married to once upon a time. Beauty attracted beauty. 

“Is that why you divorced?” Okay, maybe you were prying now. You hoped he didn’t find it rude. 

He didn’t. “There were a lot of reasons,” he answered honestly. “It was as much my fault as it was hers. We were going in different directions and had fallen out of love. It’s been a while now, nearly two years, I’m fine.” He met your eyes at the last part, as if he wanted you to understand that. Or maybe you were reading it wrong. Why would he want you to know that? 

“Does she live far?” You remembered Arin’s disappointment that weekend when her mom had cancelled their plans. Maybe she lived a while away and it was hard to commute with Arin back and forth. 

“No, just in the next city. It’s not far at all. She’s really high up in an accounting firm there. That’s why when we divorced I moved closer to my building here. See, that’s what annoys me the most,” Seokjin scoffed, an edge to his voice now. Oh shoot, you’d made a mistake with that question. “It’s really no distance at all, so why can’t she spare one single day for Arin?” 

You made a sympathetic face, unsure what to say. You decided on honesty. “I’m sorry, I can’t even begin to imagine how all that feels.” 

Break-ups and divorces were hard yes, but when a child was stuck in the middle a tonne of other complications arose. As a teacher you understood that very well, but as a long-time single woman, maybe not. It had been a while since you’d opened your heart to someone, your life taking a very different turn to what you’d expected three years ago. Not that you minded, you liked where you were heading right now, comfortable and at ease. There was nothing missing. You had your friends and family and that was enough. You hoped Seokjin had people around him too.  

“No, I’m the one that should apologise,” he said suddenly, face tinged with colour, as if he was embarrassed. “I’m offloading onto you, that isn’t fair.” 

“I don’t mind.” Honestly, you didn’t at all. It wasn’t even offloading, more so a conversation. You were getting to know him. 

“You’re just so easy to talk to and I got a bit caught off guard when you started asking about me.” He admitted, his warm eyes finding yours. 

Oh. So now you knew for definite he was indeed surprised by all your questions. When was the last time he’d spoken about all that stuff relating his ex-wife? Had he ever spoken about it at all? 

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you today.”

His words caught your attention, interrupting your thoughts and in the process confusing you greatly. You raised a questioning eyebrow. What did he mean? 

“When I asked you to take a walk I did want to thank you for being so kind to Arin and to apologise for the car trouble, but there was also something else…” You waited patiently, heart thudding quite roughly against your chest for some reason. He looked nervous again. Nervous and awkward just like earlier, before you’d distracted him. 

He chose a new direction. One that left you a little dazed. “Y/N, would I be crossing the line if I said I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you lately?” His dark brown eyes searched for any reaction across your face. 

“Me?” You asked quietly. 

He chuckled bashfully. “Yeah.”

Somehow you found your voice. Well, some of it anyway. “No, it’s not crossing the line.” You wanted to tell him just the same. How he’d slipped into your mind at random times of the day and how you’d secretly been holding out on another meeting. How you’d been anticipating today. But none of that came in your stunned state. Seokjin had been thinking about you? The annoying, exasperating so-and-so hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you? 

He instantly looked relieved – and pleased – at your answer. “I’m glad.” A pause as he hesitated. “Do you maybe want to… go out for dinner this Saturday?” He sounded hopeful, adding quickly, “with me, obviously.”

You would’ve giggled at that but nothing was working. You needed to process his question. He was asking you for dinner? 

“My way of apologising for everything, my treat…” You guessed he felt the need to explain now, a little panicked by your reaction (or no reaction.) “For hitting your car and towing it away without your permission.” 

You laughed then. Just like that your shock dispersing. He was so oblivious it hurt, and now you knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He really was that unaware. “So you want to spend more of your money on me?”

You weren’t mad, of course. He knew that, laughing too as he weighed up your reply. “I see the problem.” You snickered, your gaze intimately locking with his in the process. “So, what do you say?” He murmured. “I mean, it’s for a plethora of things really. The car business, all you’ve done for Arin. One massive thank you.” 

Oh. You were getting mixed messages here. Was this an apology dinner, a thank you dinner? Or something more? Maybe he read the questioning in your eyes because he was rushing to say more. “As well as just wanting to enjoy your company. I feel like I talked too much about myself today, I’d like to get to know you too…”  

Okay, now this sounded awfully like a date… And that word freaked you out. Had you not just been thinking about how happily single you’d been for three years and how all you needed were your friends and family? But honestly, you were getting ahead of yourself. It was one dinner. There was no way to predict the outcome and you shouldn’t even be thinking that far ahead. Sometimes you didn’t need to think. You needed to remember that. Sometimes it was just good to act in the moment. Take cautious to the wind and accept this incredibly handsome man’s dinner invitation, whatever his intention was. 

You smiled. “Dinner sounds lovely.” 

Seokjin’s eyes widened a tad, surprise visible and he didn’t try to hide it. “Really?” You laughed and nodded. Really you should be the one still shocked, because despite everything – the misjudgements, the attitude, the way you’d been itching for numerous fights with him, it was a wonder why he still wanted to be anywhere near you. …Maybe he liked that… Maybe he liked you? Or were you absolutely barking mad?  

“Can I have your number to arrange everything?” 

You went to relay it to him, watching him pull his phone from out his front jean pocket but then remembered something. “Oh, I already have yours, should I just text you?”

“That’s my work phone. Maybe we should swap personal phone numbers?” 

You mean, you only had one phone, but it made sense why he had two. You were still stuck on the personal part though. A little dazed (and excited) as he saved your number into his phonebook. Your phone was locked up in your classroom, so you couldn’t take his but no matter, you’d just save it once he messaged you. 

Seokjin glanced at his watch – an expensive looking thing, but that was really no surprise now – and hummed. “We should head back, the fate will be finishing soon.” 

You made more small talk as you walked back, Seokjin wondering if you had any allergies or a special diet so he could bear it in mind when he chose a restaurant. Luckily for you no, but you found out that he was allergic to garlic and potatoes, which seemed ridiculous and highly unfair. But he did admit that he ignored it sometimes, which resulted in disaster often because garlic made him itch like crazy. You had a good laugh over that. 

“So, what are you going to name him?” Seokjin asked, stroking the top of your alpaca’s head who was hooked against your hip as you walked.  

“Hm. I don’t know.” You shrugged, turning to him. “You decide? You did win him after all.” 

“Hmmm,” he thought aloud. A few seconds later he came up with something. “How about RJ?”

“RJ?” 

Seokjin chuckled. “Yeah, it’s cute.” 

Smiling, you had to agree. “Yeah, it is.” You held the stuffed animal up in front of you, tilting your head to the side. “RJ the alpaca. Perfect.” 

Still walking as you spoke, you felt Seokjin move in, hovering his hand behind the small of your back in case you stumbled, your attention elsewhere. You felt the same warmth you had the day he’d called you by your name for the first time… 

Of course you had to tell Soojung about the events of the day. It wasn't as if you could keep it a secret – and it wasn't as if you wanted to, you just knew what would happen... She was like a dog with a bone, unable to give it up, making you recall every minute detail down to the socks he was wearing (black, by the way, to match his jeans. You had indeed noticed). 

“He’s so smart. He waits until you’re not this kid’s teacher anymore and then BAM, do you want to go on a date?”

“Soojung, it’s not a date," you sighed. “He’s just…being nice." 

You were still reluctant to call it a date, because well, he hadn't used the word himself. You didn't want to get your hopes up. Although you would never admit that to her, you knew she understood, in her own roundabout way. 

“Being nice?!” She exclaimed, scoffing absurdly loud. 

You shrugged. “Yeah, thanking me." 

She spluttered, as if she found you terribly naive. “What, thanks for being kind to my daughter? SHUT UP, it’s your job! No, he wants to give you that Dilf dick!" 

“Oh, my god. Soojung!” You hushed, immediately feeling your face burn. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind because it was so unbelievable. 

Saturday was not that long away, the last two days of school flew by, and whilst you were emotional, your mind was also a little too preoccupied with the weekend and what it all meant. Gradually, you’d finally had to admit to yourself that this was probably, most definitely a date. The word sent a fear through your body like no other. Despite being single for three years, you had been on a few first dates in that time, and obviously they had never led to anything. In fact, it had been over a year since your last and that's when you had sworn off dating altogether. 

Min Yoongi. That was the last guy you'd said yes too. A fifth grade teacher at Primrose Hill up until last September. (That had nothing to do with you, by the way, he'd just moved cities last summer to pursue a different career. The date hadn't been that bad...) He was easy on the eye and funny, although maybe a little too sarcastic at times, so much so, you hadn't been able to pick up on the signals until he was cornering you in the staff room and asking you to watch a movie with him that coming weekend. Being both teachers, you'd assumed you'd hit it off straight away, but that wasn't the case. It turned out that Yoongi pretty much hated his job, only there for the extended vacations. That was perfectly fine, you guessed, but you realised that a man like that wasn't for you. How could you both love and hate the same job? It just wasn't feasible. 

You didn't miss dating, mostly because you hadn't been that into the idea anyway. But now? Now that the idea had presented itself again? After the most peculiar string of events, you had suddenly found yourself being asked out for dinner by the man who had hit your car, and you were… excited. For the first time in forever, you were excited for a date.  

You hadn’t felt like this since –

Since Donghae. 

Even thinking his name turned your heart heavy. Not as bad as the original heartbreak three years ago, but the memory was still enough to dampen your mood, if even for a moment. You'd met one another during your last year of college and had stayed together for the next five years. He'd been your forever man, the one you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with – he had proposed to you on your 26th birthday after all... Only, being his fiancé hadn't lasted. Since months later he confessed to cheating on you – repeatedly with a girl that worked in the Starbucks near his work building. It had been the pressure of settling down, that's what he'd told you. He was still young, had been very young when you'd gotten together in college and he wanted to experience life properly. His friends were out clubbing every weekend while he stayed inside playing boardgames with you and your friends. Your friends, as if they weren't his too, as if you all hadn't been joined at the hip in college... 

Your life had pretty much crumbled after that. Everything you'd known had been ripped from under your feet and you had no idea what to do or where to go. One day you had been someone's wife-to-be and the next you were a lonely, broken human. You moved in with Soojung, had to take a month off work because you couldn't function properly, and slowly had to learn how to live your life without the love of your life. 

It took a while, but gradually you got there. You and Soojung found a new, bigger place to live – where you still lived now – and you found ways to stop thinking about him, went on weekend vacations and started new hobbies. It took just over a year to feel yourself again but dating never seemed right. 

Soojung slowly encouraged you to try it out, but the handful that happened in that twelve month period just felt forced – even the one with Yoongi, which had pretty much happened organically (as in, Soojung hadn't set it up…), felt like it was missing something. In a way you knew you were comparing everyone to Donghae, you couldn't help it. You couldn't imagine potentially falling in love with someone else again. He was all you'd known for so long, and once upon a time your relationship had been amazing. He'd been amazing. Getting out of that mindset had been difficult, but there had been an even more difficult one... One you were still struggling with now. The issue of opening up your heart again. 

Truthfully, that's why you’d stayed single for so long. Why you'd given up on dating and didn't want to know. The thought of you meeting and falling for someone only to inevitably get hurt again terrified you. You wouldn't say you had trust issues, you knew not every man was like Donghae, but just imagining your world crumbling like it had three years ago was enough to just give up. 

It wasn't like you were unhappy though. You’d meant all that stuff about liking where your life was heading. You had your friends and family and a job you loved. Your life was fulfilling, there was nothing missing. But maybe that’s what you’d needed to realise… Life worked in mysterious ways. Once you were happy and content maybe it was finally time to open up your heart again. 

The truth was, you were very, very attracted to Seokjin. You felt something, even when you wanted to poke his eyeballs out for being so annoying. Actually, thinking about it, maybe that’s why you’d been so scrappy, your mind was fighting with your heart… Despite the obvious differences between you both, you oddly weren’t fazed by that right now. Seokjin didn’t seem unrelatable in that sense. Yes, your lives were crazy different, but there was something between you. You were sure of it. The way he’d opened up to you on that bench, the way he’d smiled at you, and even the way he’d teased you. It had to mean something. 

Sometimes it was okay to trust your heart. That warm feeling weaving its way through your chest… Sometimes it was okay to be a little exposed. Not everyone was out to get you. 

What was the worst that could happen? The dinner never led to anything else? That would be okay, you’d get over it. But what if it did lead to something more…? 

You deserved to find out, right? 

Saturday morning you received a text from Seokjin. You were eating breakfast at the small table you had set up in the kitchen alongside Soojung. She had only just woken up and was still a little bleary eyed but still managed to instantly perk up at the mention of Seokjin. She demanded to see his message straight away. 

Unknown (9:32am)  Hi Y/N,  It’s Kim Seokjin, Arin’s father. Just wondering if you still want to have dinner tonight? If so, please let me know and I will send through the restaurant details. We can decide on a time for me to pick you up.  Regards, Seokjin 

She squealed. “This guy writes his texts like they’re emails. You just know he’s going to be a good lay.”

“Soojung,” you groaned.  She would not shut up about Dilf dick this and Dilf dick that. “What does that even mean?” 

“He’s a CEO,” she said simply, eyes wide as if that explained everything. “Of one of this country’s biggest companies. That’s like some type of erotic novel shit.” 

You groaned loudly, dropping your head into your hands, but she still continued – sadly. 

“But none of that creepy Fifty Shades of Grey stuff. This guy is a real gentleman. Like he puts your pleasure above all else. I think he’d be really good at going down on a woman.”

By this point, you’d stopped feeling flustered by her insane claims. They were just normal now. She was unbelievable. Why was she even thinking of these things and where did she come up with them? You didn’t want to think of Seokjin like that because you really wanted to keep your sanity for tonight. Plus, no way were you ready for something like that yet. You hoped Seokjin wasn’t anticipating something more. You were sure he wasn’t, you hadn’t gotten those vibes. Soojung was just being dumb. 

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t half talk some shit.” 

You wanted her to point out how cute his text was instead. Like how he’d said he was Arin’s father, you know, just in case you’d forgotten who he was in two days, but no, she was too caught up on potential erotic novel titles. 

You slipped to the side with a start when Soojung nudged your shoulder, getting all up into your personal space as she teased you. “I’m right though, huh?” 

You pushed her back. “This is just a dinner. Not the start of an erotic novel.”

She shrugged. “I’d read it.”

“What would you read?”

Taehyung’s voice appeared from the doorway and you both looked up to see him leaning against it, eyes still pretty much glued shut, his thick hair pulled all ways. 

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Soojung greeted, standing up to make her way towards him. You watched her wrap her arms around his middle, nuzzling into him. She’d only left him in bed not half an hour ago. Seeing your best friend in love was odd but nice. You weren’t used to sappy Soojung, but you had to admit it suited her well. They were cute together. 

Taehyung wrapped one arm around his girlfriend and lifted the other to his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “What are you guys yelling about down here? You woke me up.” 

“Y/N’s date tonight,” 

“Oh, Mr. Dilf?” He sniggered, perking up. 

Soojung screeched and joined in. “CEO Dilf dick.” 

“You told him?!” You whined, standing to dump your bowl in the sink. 

“Of course.” Taehyung smiled smugly. “She tells me everything. Don’t you, babe?”

“Yep.” She grinned. You watched in minor amusement as Taehyung leant down to peck her mouth, Soojung gagging loudly. “Your breath stinks.” 

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You replied to Seokjin promptly – well as soon as Soojung and Taehyung had vacated the kitchen – and not long after that he messaged back with the restaurant details, asking if it was okay to pick you up at 7pm. You sent him your address, almost immediately freaking out. You knew his wealth hadn't fazed you that bad, seeing as he was so easy to talk to, but your place and his place were on different planes of existence. You knew it wouldn't bother him, he wasn't like that, you knew that now, but you were still a little self-conscious. It was probably the nerves regarding today. The reality was setting it. The slight doubt… 

Soojung wasn't helping. 

“There’s steaks on the menu that are more than our rent a week," she awed, looking down at her phone. 

Why had you given her the name of the restaurant again? You would never learn your lesson. She had already googled his name when you’d told her he was the CEO of LG and she had been this close to searching his net worth before you’d stopped her. You didn’t want to know, not only was it incredibly invasive, it made you feel slightly faint. Seeing his image pop up online was enough for you . A professional headshot, he smiled kindly into the camera lens. It was crazy to think that it was the man you’d be going to dinner with. 

Soojung would be good for one thing though – helping you decide on an outfit for tonight. Taehyung had gone home a couple of hours ago, needed at the bar he owned so she had nothing else better to do. Not that she was listening to you though… 

She shrugged. “What did I expect? This dude is a billionaire." 

“He’s not." 

Billionaire seemed a lot more intimidating than a millionaire, but in reality what was the difference? He was unbelievably rich and you were just... you. You shook your head, attempting to claw yourself out of the anxiety hole you'd found yourself in. His job didn't matter. The restaurant he'd chosen didn't matter. You were going for dinner with him to enjoy his company and get to know him better. The finer details were irrelevant. 

“Come on! If not he must be a multi-multimillionaire." She rationalised. "His dad is the billionaire."

You groaned. "Will you stop making me nervous and help me pick something to wear?" 

You decided on the midi dress you'd actually worn to Eunbi's wedding last summer. It was the only fancy thing you had – or at least fancy enough to dine at a restaurant that sold insane dollar steaks. But wait, the restaurant wasn't supposed to matter, remember? 

You still wanted to look nice though. The dress was modest in itself but maybe the colour was a bit eye-catching – a deep red. Soojung said it was perfect and you'd knock his Dilf socks off. By now you were getting sick of the word. You told her as much.

"What if I don't want to sleep with him?"

"As if." She scoffed. "Your dry spell has gone on far too long. You deserve this." She caught the look of apprehension on your face. "When you're ready of course."

"Don't make me –”

"Nervous, I know" she finished for you, sighing loudly. "There's no need to be. Mr. Dilf is whipped for you, I just know it."

How did she know? She hadn't even met him, but you appreciated the sentiment. You did not appreciate it when she was being a clever bitch though. 

"I'm just trying to work this out." She said, watching you apply your mascara in the bathroom mirror. It was much later in the day now, about forty minutes before Seokjin was due to pick you up. You were dressed, hair up, makeup nearly done, and sick to your stomach with anticipation. You hummed, letting her know you'd heard her and to continue. 

"You were mad when Dilf spent money on your car but you're okay with him spending mad money on you at this restaurant?" 

"Soojung," you warned, staring at her reflection in the glass. 

She held her hands up in apology. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just curious. Is it okay when it's food?"

You sighed. You knew it didn't really make sense, you guessed, but well, you'd said yes to the dinner. You hadn't said yes to the car being repaired. That was the difference. 

"I'm not going to order the most expensive thing on the menu." 

"Well, don't just order a side salad, he'll think you're weird..." 

You simply stared at her. Her input was so appreciated. 

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“He’s here, oh my god, he’s here!” Soojung screamed, spying through the voile curtains in the living room. "Ten minutes early. I love that." 

“Soojung, move away, now." You told her sternly. 

“The fucking car–” She cut herself with a muffled sound. As if she was trying to stifle her own screams. You guessed he'd gotten out of said car. “What the fuck, what the fuck, he’s SO hot. I’m going to pass out."

“Soojung!" Dropping your phone into your purse you slipped on your heels, nearly tripping over in the process. You gripped onto the back of the couch just in time. "I swear to god if he sees you." 

She spun around, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You never said he was that hot." 

You shrugged. "You never asked."

"I asked every goddamn second of the day. You lucky bitch." She walked towards you, fixing a piece of your hair that had fallen into your eyes. “How come you get hot billionaire Dilf and I get the man-child whose special talent is making cocktails." 

"Shut up," you scoffed. She loved Taehyung and his cocktail making skills. That's how they'd met after all. She drunk at the bar three days a week for a month straight until he asked her out. 

The doorbell rung and you froze, remembering how nervous you were. Soojung's antics had distracted you for a while but now reality was setting in. As you turned to leave she tapped your ass. “Get that Dilf dick, girl!”

"Soojung, I swear to god –”

"I won't wait up."

Ha. As if. She'd be glued to that window until Seokjin dropped you off back home. You knew her all too well, you'd been best friends for over ten years. 

In the entryway now, you didn't have time for breathing exercises. Although, you wished you'd had once you opened the door to see Seokjin stood there looking devastating handsome. 

“Hi," he smiled, eyes lighting up when he saw you. 

“Hey," you managed to squeeze out, cemented to the ground. 

He was dressed in a double breasted navy two piece that must have been tailored to fit his body down to the millimetre, a crisp white dress shirt on underneath. His hair looked shorter, falling just above is eyebrows and parted slightly in the middle. He looked good enough to eat. Or good enough to make you pass out. Either one. 

“You look beautiful," he awed, rendering you pretty speechless. 

This was a date. It really was a date. 

"Thank you," you managed to reply, needing to return the compliment. But what could you possibly say?! “You look…really good." 

Oh god. How embarrassing. 

Especially when Seokjin burst out laughing, that familiar squeak to it that you'd heard at the parent-teacher meeting. "I'll take it. Thanks." He tilted his head. "Are you ready to go? I'm a bit early, I know. Sorry about that." 

You nodded, clutching your purse tight to your side. "I, uh... I would invite you in to kill time but my best friend’s embarrassing." You raised your voice a little so she'd hear you, but on her best behaviour she stayed deathly silent. Well done, Soojung. 

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, a little confused, but you figured you'd fill him in inside the car. "It's fine," he shook his head.

Seeing you stepping forward he moved to the side, outstretching his arm to invite you to lead the way. You did, making sure not to look back towards the living room window, because you knew for a fact you'd see Soojung pressed up against it. 

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“This is all new for me.” Seokjin admitted, sat opposite you as you waited for your dessert. “I haven’t been on a date for years.”

To say the night had gone well would be an understatement. At first you’d been too nervous to even breathe, especially with Seokjin looking like that just a few centimetres away from you as he drove. It didn’t help that he seemed to be some type of regular at the restaurant, getting greeted as if he was an old friend of the manager and led to his ‘usual’ table; a quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle. It turned out he co-owned the place with his brother, looking mildly embarrassed as he told you. It was cute, but he had nothing to be self-conscious over, this was his life, normal to him. I hope you don’t see it as a cop-out, he confessed, causing some confusion your end. Why would you see it that way? This restaurant was beautiful, certainly popular, and you couldn’t wait to try the food. You told him as much and he laughed about feeling nervous now. 

You tried lobster for the first time ever – his recommendation. It was kind of messy, but he ordered the same so you were both in it together. You laughed, you joked, you got to know one another more. Conversation came easy, both relaxed in one another’s company, and after the main you both decided to share a dessert, too stuffed for anything more. 

“Snap,” you grinned, silently happy that was the case, although rather amazed. Seokjin was, well… him, who wouldn’t want to snap him up? However then again, he was a busy, divorced father. Dating probably wasn’t high up on his list. You were so distracted by his confession, you didn’t even comprehend he’d used the word ‘date.’ 

“Really?” Seokjin’s eyes bulged slightly. Why was he so surprised? 

You shrugged casually. “It’s been well over a year since my last date.”  

Seokjin’s mouth curved, amused. “Try over ten.” 

“I wasn’t aware this was a competition,” you laughed, but yes, he indeed had you beat. 

He laughed along, the arrival of your lemon cheesecake interrupting you both for a moment. It was a few bites later when the conversation got back on track again, Seokjin’s tone careful as he looked across at you, both of you reaching for another bit of the cheesecake with your dessert forks. “You don’t mind me calling this a date, do you? This isn’t the part where you tell me you’ve been in a relationship for five years and you just thought this was an innocent thank you dinner?”

You giggled softy, shaking your head. “No. I don’t mind you calling it a date.” You brought the fork up to your mouth, taking your time to chew before you continued. “Soojung was adamant it was but I… didn’t want get my hopes up?” You wanted to be honest. This night was about opening yourself up to the uncertain. 

“Soojung, your best friend? The one you live with?” He asked. 

You nodded. You’d already told him all about your best friend, about how you lived with each other. Seokjin hadn’t bat an eyelid, which was nice. You weren’t embarrassed or anything, but the differences in your living arrangements were stark. He thought it sounded fun. He still remembered living with his best friend Namjoon back in college and how entertaining that had been. He’d definitely be up for it again if they weren’t both dads now – divorced at that, but hey ho, that was life. 

“Well, she was correct.” Seokjin continued. “I thought I made it clear but I guess I was too cryptic.” 

“So, which one is it?” You asked, lifting an eyebrow in interest. “Not an innocent thank you dinner or not an innocent dinner?” 

You were feeling brave, however your heart still thudded inside your chest, adrenaline whooshing through your veins. There was something about Seokjin that made you act so out of character… 

Seokjin failed to conceal the visible surprise across his features and you watched him swallow before he composed himself, a smirk appearing on his lips immediately. “If I didn’t know any better I would say you were flirting with me right now.”

You shrugged. “I’m just checking if your intentions are innocent or not?” You took another bite of the cheesecake. 

His smirk grew, and you watched him drop his fork onto the plate to lean back in his chair. “I would say they are, however, I did have plans to kiss you on the cheek tonight, so maybe, busted?” He chuckled then, at himself – he liked doing that you’d noticed. It was kind of cute. 

The butterflies were back. Now there was no need to ignore or try to explain them. You took them as what they were – a good sign. Humming aloud, you tilted your head to the side and pretended to contemplate. “I think I can let you do that.” 

Seokjin laughed. “You can? Okay, that sounds good.” 

You reached for your glass of wine, needing a sip just to calm the flurry inside of you. Seokjin tucked his chair closer, still laughing but quietly now, more like a chuckle. “Honestly, I was pretty much shitting my pants today.” 

You snorted into your glass, taken by surprise at his choice of words. “Sorry,” you apologised, feeling a little bit embarrassed by the sound that had just left your nose. He didn’t same fazed. “I was nervous too.” 

That seemed to settle him. He smiled fondly, fingers tracing the brim of his glass. “I guess we were being silly.” His lips parted to say something else but he hesitated. You watched him take a quiet exhale, then he continued. “My therapist has been begging me to try dating again for months but the thought has always been pretty terrifying.” He gave a small shrug, his warm eyes locking with yours. “Until I met you.” 

You could feel your heart rate speeding up, unable to stop the smile that spread across your face. He was pleased, grinning back, posture visibly relaxing. “She said I should face up to my fears and just ask you out.” 

There were a lot of thoughts whirring through your mind right now. The fact he felt comfortable enough to disclose with you that he had a therapist, and the fact that he’d even mentioned you to her, that she had encouraged him to ask you out. The fact he’d liked you enough to want to take the plunge at all. After two years of being alone, you were the woman who had made him want to try again… It felt comparable to your own thoughts, to your feelings… and that’s why you felt so relaxed tonight. It just felt right. 

“I like you, Y/N.” He confessed. “I know we don’t know one another very well, but I hope that this is just the beginning.” 

Despite his words sending your butterflies crazy, you kept your cool, trying to stunt your smile. “You’re not so bad yourself, I guess.” 

He chuckled. You let yourself smile at the sound. “Not so bad. I’ll take it.” He picked up his fork again, taking a bite of the cheesecake you’d both forgotten about. His voice was careful, genuine to match his expression, when he carried on. “Despite the circumstances of how we met and what followed, I don’t know, I haven’t felt a spark like that in forever.” He reached for a sip of his wine, laughing. “What do you think? You can call me crazy if you want.” 

“I think you’re right.” There was no doubt about it now. You’d been adamant in the beginning that was nothing there – no spark, no flirting, insisting Soojung was wrong, but now you couldn’t deny the obvious attraction. You’d immediately bounced off one another that evening during the parent-teacher meeting, despite your annoyance the day before. 

You grinned. “You frustrated me to no end but I felt something too.” 

He tilted his head to the left, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Frustrated you? How so?”

“You know how,” you laughed. “I may or may not have called you an exasperating bastard in my head.” 

He couldn’t contain himself then, taken back and genuinely amused. “Oh god,” he practically wheezed. “I like that one.” 

You laughed along, unable not to when the sound he made brought you such joy. You reached for another forkful of cheesecake, the dessert nearly coming to an end. Just like the date, you thought. You didn’t want it to end, you were enjoying yourself too much. 

“What about now?”

You looked up at Seokjin, eyes widening in question. What did he mean? He was staggeringly composed now, although his eyes shone with mischief as he grinned and explained. “Do I frustrate you now?”

You tried to stunt your own smile, shrugging your shoulders. “Not tonight.” 

“At the fate?”

“Nope.” 

He nodded his head, seemingly happy with your answers. “I guess things are looking up then.” He picked up his glass again, about to take a sip before he paused and added,  “Although, I must admit, I liked frustrating you. You look so cute when your mad.” 

You felt heat immediately burn its way to your cheeks, hoping the lighting in this restaurant was dim enough not to make it obvious. He took a swig of his wine. “Watch it, Mr. Kim.” As he chuckled it muffled inside the glass.  

You went for the last piece of cheesecake, figuring you were owed that now. You looked across at him as you chewed, knowing that if you really wanted this to happen again you needed to let him know. Face up to your fears of opening up, telling people how you really felt. “I’d like to get to know you better, Seokjin.”

“Really?” He sounded hopeful, fingers playing with the rim of his wine glass again. 

“Mmhm.” You nodded. “You seem like a lovely man if we ignore the car stealing...” 

“Hey,” he whined, “you apologised for that already, you can’t bring it up again.” You held your hands up in silent defence, chuckling silently, watching him lean closer. “But please, go back to what you were saying about me being a lovely man. Stroke my ego, it’s been a long week.” 

Had it? You were curious, concerned really. You thought to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, but you guessed the last thing he’d like to do was discuss work on a date. Instead, you decided to tell him about what attracted you most to him. The thing that had inevitably made you change your mind and realise that maybe, quite possibly, you’d misjudged him.

“Arin really adores you and I can see how much you dote on her. Any man cherished by his child is a good one in my eyes.” 

“Oh.” He simply replied, possibly at a loss of words. He looked touched – happy, but ultimately unsure of what to reply, so he bypassed it in a way, raising an eyebrow. “So is there some kind of checklist?” 

“What do you mean?” 

He gave a slight shrug. “Like, ‘kids like him – check.’ ‘He knows how to clean dishes – check.’ – I can by the way. I’m really good with a pair of washing up gloves and some dish soap.” 

You burst out laughing, not quite believing your ears. “Yeah, okay.” You admitted. “There’s a list.” Didn’t every woman have one? 

“Let’s see how I fare then.” Seokjin said, sounding sure of himself as he leant back in his seat, hands behind his head – the image of casual. Maybe you were into this cocky Seokjin… It was sort of hot. 

“Okay so…” You began, leaning forward. “Family man – check.” You’d already approved that one. “Loves animals?”

He scoffed. “Easy. Animals are so much better than humans.” 

Okay, more points his way… “Uhh.” You thought aloud, racking your brains. “Does he make me laugh?”

Seokjin mulled it over. “That sounds like a decision you have to make, but I think it’s a yes? I mean, you’ve been laughing all night. Unless you were just being nice.” 

“No, you are funny,” you confirmed, although you were unable to miss an opportunity to mess around with him. “You have that, what should I call it,” you pretended to think, “that old man type sense of humour.”

“Hey. I’m not that old,” he huffed. 

You chuckled quietly. True, he wasn’t old, but you were still surprised when you’d found out he was turning 38 this coming December. Some people were blessed with ageing gracefully. Of course he was one of them. The man looked amazing for someone two years away from forty. 

“What about you?” You wondered. “Do you have a checklist?”

He sat upright again, setting his elbow on the table to drop his chin in his palm, giving you his full attention. “Yes, and you check them all.” 

“I do?” You laughed in disbelief. Either he was easy to please or he wanted brownie points. 

He shrugged, as if to say of course. “You’re funny, caring, can be kind of scary at times – which I’m sort of into, to be honest.” 

“I’m not scary,” you protested, pouting slightly. However, what? He was into it? That made you feel funny…

He smirked. “I beg to differ.” 

You rolled your eyes. “What else do I check off?”

He didn’t need time to think. “You’re insanely beautiful.” Your dumbfounded expression made him second guess himself. He pulled a face. “Yikes. Too cheesy?”

You grinned, getting a hold of yourself. “Maybe, but then again, maybe I like that.” How could you not like being called beautiful? How could you not like receiving a compliment? Especially from him. 

He smiled, gazing into your eyes as he leant forward. You felt immediate warmth when his hand cupped yours across the table. This was the first time he’d touched you, right? Your mind was a blur right now, unable to recall two hours ago, let alone two weeks ago. When he spoke, you only felt warmer, the soft timbre of his voice fluttering through your whole body. “I’m really attracted to you, Y/N.” 

And what could you say to that? You swallowed, wetting your throat, realising it had become dry. He was waiting for a reply, amused by something – your blank looking face most probably. He had the ability to render you speechless, and he knew it. He liked it. 

Well, no, not on your watch. You’d get the last word. You’d win. 

Composing yourself, you slipped your hand from under his, tapping it lightly, as if you were consoling him. “I’ve said it once already, but you’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Kim.” 

Taken aback, he chuckled quietly in bemusement, shaking his head. “You’re going to give me wrinkles.”  

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A man of his word, he did kiss you on the cheek after the date was over. He waited until he had driven you home and opened the door for you to step out of the car – ever the gentleman, you’d teased. You stood by the little gate that lead a pathway to your front door, and that’s where he’d leant down to place his lips ever so lightly against the top of your left cheek. You smiled shyly up at him, unable to play it cool this time. 

He looked a little rosy in the face too, unsure as he smiled. “I had a lovely time tonight.” 

“Me too,” you agreed. “Can I take you out next time?” You surprised yourself by the offer, that kiss must have shot some confidence into you. 

He looked surprised too, but into it, tilting his head in curiosity as he looked down at you. “Where do you suggest?”

“My place?” Okay, so it wasn’t ‘taking him out’ but you liked the idea best. Soojung could stay over Tae’s. She owed you one. “I can cook for you,” you offered, a hand unconsciously reaching for the collar of his jacket, straightening it for him. “To you know, return the favour of you paying for dinner to say sorry for paying for my car to get fixed.” 

His hand clasped around yours, dropping it between your bodies to hold it as he chuckled. 

“This is getting a little confusing now.” He swung your hand gently and you curled your little finger around his loosely. You could get used to this physical contact. It felt ordinary, like you’d been doing it forever. “Can’t we just call it dating and have done?”

You rolled your shoulders with a sigh, sounding casual and unbothered. “I guess, if it’s easier.” 

Seokjin’s laugh got lower, his face closer. His eyes kept looking between your eyes and lips, and you realised your heart was beginning to beat slower, or was it faster? You couldn’t tell anymore, but you could hear it pounding lightly inside your ears. You were in the middle of playing the same game – eyes then lips, eyes then lips – the seconds feeling more like minutes as he leant in closer and closer, but then – 

You spotted Soojung in the window as you happened to glance behind Seokjin’s shoulder. She had now totally bypassed the voile curtain, thinking she was Miss. Inconspicuous with the lights off. The street lighting was as bright as anything though, and all you could see was her face glowing like a ghost as she ruined the moment entirely. You were not having your first kiss with Seokjin in front of her prying eyes. 

Seokjin realised your attention was elsewhere now, awkwardly pulling back to scratch his neck with his free hand. You clutched at the hand that was holding yours, not wanting him to think you’d blown him off. He didn’t say anything though, just continued your conversation with a bemused smile. “Um, so what are you going to cook?” 

“What do you like?” You asked, only half your attention on him. Maybe you could silently signal to Soojung, tell her to get the hell out of the window before Seokjin noticed. 

“I’m easy,” you heard him reply. “What’s your speciality?”

“Uh…” Think Y/N, think. Distracted you said the first thing that popped into your head, still trying to force Soojung away with just your eyeballs. “Lasagne.”

“Lasagne?” He sounded interested. 

You finally met his eyes for more than five seconds, feeling a little panicky. “Yeah, my World Famous Italian lasagne.” 

Oh no. 

Seokjin laughed, dropping your hand to cup your cheek instead. Earlier, if this had happened you would have spontaneously combusted but now you had a case of the Nosey Friend and you couldn’t concentrate to save your life. “Okay, now you’re just talking big.” 

You couldn’t help it, your eyes attempting to dart past his shoulder again. He noticed – he’d probably noticed this entire time, an eyebrow of his raising. “What is going on over my shoulder?” 

You tried to stop him, clinging to his elbow, but he turned around anyway, eyes falling on Soojung immediately. You saw her instantly panic and jump back, dropping the curtain in front of the window again.  “That’s just Soojung,” you sighed. “Ignore her, she’s an idiot.” 

Seokjin was deeply amused, laughing as he turned back to you. “So, is next Saturday okay?” You pressed. 

He grinned. “Saturday sounds perfect to me.” 

As you said your goodbyes, Seokjin turned to the window and gave a small wave, chortling to himself. You couldn’t see Soojung anymore but you just knew she was still spying. But relieved Seokjin didn’t seem fazed, you made your way inside, giving Seokjin a wave by the door as he pulled off, feeling happy, yet a little sad the night was over already. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d enjoyed yourself like that. 

It was only when you were inside did you remember what you’d just done, too preoccupied to think properly beforehand. Oh God, the lasagne. Saturday night was going to be a disaster. 

Soojung came running into the entry way, interrupting your freak out. “He saw me! He saw me!” Her voice was shrill, and you couldn’t tell if it was because she was embarrassed or excited. 

“That’s what happens when you spy, idiot,” you swiped, kicking off your heels. The instant relief brought you no comfort. “Soo, I’ve done something stupid.” You admitted. 

She instantly looked worried. “What? What have you done?”

You sighed, already feeling like a fool. “Okay so, I invited him over next weekend and said I’d cook for him.” 

“Girl is horny for that D–”

“Shut up, that’s not the problem,” you stopped her. She looked puzzled. “You were distracting me!” It was all her fault. You weren’t taking the blame. “He asked me what I was gonna cook and I told him I make a World Famous Italian lasagne!” 

Your best friend was silent for an extended second, making sense of your words before she burst out laughing. Highly dramatic, practically doubled over, splitting her sides. Even more dramatic than you for freaking out over a damn lasagne. 

“You have never made lasagne in your entire life!” She exclaimed. “What were you thinking?” 

“It was your fault!” It was also her fault you didn’t get to kiss Seokjin properly too. But you weren’t going to bring that up now, unable to bear the constant teasing that would ensue. 

“My fault?!” She laughed. You just rolled your eyes. She did not appreciate that at all. “Whatever. I can’t wait to see your “World Famous Italian lasagne.” Make sure to save me some, won’t you?”

“Right,” you huffed. “For that, I’m not telling you how the date went.” 

She soon changed her tune, needing all the details just to be able to sleep tonight… 

Written 2020 - 2021.  Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[fromthedust]

Alina Szapocznikow (Polish, 1926-1973) 

Popiersie (Bust) - marble, bronze - 1966

Rzeźba biologiczna I (Biological Sculpture I) (2 views) - Dalmatian marble - 1963

Lampe-Bouche (Illuminated Mouths) - colored polyster, metal, electrical - 1966

Autoportrait I (Self Portrait I) - cast polyester resin, Carrara marble - 1966

Noga (Leg) - Swedish black granite, bronze - 1967

Ventre coussin (Belly Cushion) (four views) - polyurethane foam, polyester resin - 1968

Grands Ventres (Big bellies) - Carrara marble - 1968

Breast Lamp III (Fetish series IX) - assemblage, polyester breast cast, plastic mesh, electric light - 1970

Cendrier de Célibataire I (The Bachelor’s Ashtray I) - colored polyester resin and cigarette butts - 1972

In a statement about her work, made in March 1972, Alina wrote that she made “objets maladroits” – awkward objects. She had begun her life in art studying the problems of “balance, volume, space shadow and light” and found that to be a “thwarted vocation”. She had found her mature voice through her casts of the body with which “I try to fix the fleeting moments of life, its paradoxes and absurdity”. A “fixing” that she knew was doomed, the body frail and mortal.

The belly is a plaster cast of the belly of Arianne Raoul-Auval, Roland Topor's fiancée at the time. This cast became the "source material" for a number of subsequent sculptures, which the artist made from various materials: plaster, marble (Big Bellies), polyurethane. Experiments with the latter material led to the creation of multiple Belly-pillows, which Szapocznikow intended to go into mass production. In 1968, the artist made over 100 such Pillows-cushions, wanting them to go "under thatched roofs" - to homes and kindergartens.

“My gesture is addressed to the human body, ‘that complete erogenous zone,’ to its most vague and ephemeral sensations. I want to exalt the ephemeral in the folds of our body, in the traces of our passage.” – Alina Szapocznikow, March 1972

Alina Szapocznikow  with Grands Ventres (Big bellies) - Carrara marble - 1968

[starwarsnonsense]

Why the ending of ‘The Rise of Skywalker’ hurts you so damn much right now

In a post from a few days ago, I wrote about how a big part of why Ben Solo’s death is causing intense grief and sadness is the success of the film’s depiction of the Reylo dynamic and Ben’s progression from selfish to selfless love. But there’s more to the ending of the film than Ben’s death, and I would say the scenes that follow and how they are framed carry the bulk of the responsibility for the emotional devastation people are experiencing right now.

Ultimately, what The Rise of Skywalker lacks in its ending is a sense of catharsis - since we see no meaningful emotional resolution for Rey, the viewer is robbed of any real sense of peace or closure. We witness Rey’s stunned shock in the moment that Ben slips away from her, but the emphasis is then immediately shifted to Leia (we are to understand that she only allows herself to fade when her son passes on, with mother and child leaving the world together). 

It’s possible to understand the reasoning behind this (by having Leia’s spirit hold on for so long, suggesting she desperately wanted to be there to guide him into the afterlife, they are clearly attempting to sell the viewer on the extent of her devotion to her child), but it doesn’t work due to the sad reality that the sequel trilogy simply never built up the relationship between Leia and Ben. It’s well known that the original vision for Episode IX was that it would be Leia’s movie, presumably giving her a critical role in her son’s redemption, and it’s clear that J.J. attempted to honour this intention with The Rise of Skywalker despite having very limited footage to work with. In a world where Carrie Fisher were still with us and able to act face-to-face with Adam Driver, convincing us of Leia’s abiding love for her only child and her renewed investment in his redemption (a necessary development, given her despondency regarding Ben in The Last Jedi), the juxtaposition of her ‘passing on’ with Ben’s would have had a much greater emotional impact. 

But as it stands, Ben Solo’s last meaningful human connection, as established over three films, is with Rey - and we never really get to see her mourn for him. This not only makes Ben’s fate sting that much more - it also shortchanges Rey herself. Ben’s joy and relief during as he held Rey in his arms were matched only by her jubilation at finally finding herself able to squeeze the hand of Ben Solo, the man she had loved and seen even when he was at his darkest as Kylo Ren. While Ben at least got to die knowing he had saved the life of the woman he loved, secure in the knowledge that she loved him as he loved her, Rey is left bewildered and alone in the crumbled ruins of her grandfather’s sin. She has nothing left to hold on to other than her almost-lover’s clothes.

When Rey returns to the Resistance base amidst the celebrations, we see her looking utterly grief-stricken as she embraces Finn and Poe. But the shots are fleeting and ambiguous, open to the viewer’s projections due to the chronic indecision that cripples the whole film - who are Finn and Poe crying for? Leia, who they had previously mourned? Snap, who only Poe had any sort of tangible relationship with? And what about Rey? Is she crying for Leia? Ben? Her own parents, now she knows they actually cared for her? All of the aforementioned? This sort of ambiguity is great when we can expect a continuation, an answer, but this is meant to be an ending. In view of that, it’s a serious problem that we don’t even know who our leads are expressing sadness for. 

This issue is only compounded by the final sequence on Tatooine. Rey travels there with BB-8 alone, undercutting the sense that she has found her family and belonging with the Resistance - she chooses to travel alone with a droid, which is a particularly striking decision when it’s remembered that Rey is shown repeatedly identifying with the suffering of droids throughout the film (specifically, she recognises how D-0 is skittish because he has been treated badly by a past owner). The decisions made surrounding Rey on Tatooine recall how she was in the earliest sequences of The Force Awakens, sledding down slops and trekking the desert with BB-8 - it really feels like she has regressed, becoming a child again instead of achieving maturity. This impression is heightened by the characters she is shown to interact with across the sequence - specifically an extremely rude old woman, who demands her name, and the benevolent Force ghosts of Luke and Leia, who gaze upon her contentedly from a distance. 

All of this creates dissonance when viewed in relation to the culmination of Rey’s dynamic with Ben, since we are seeing a young woman who has had her first great love and counterpart in the Force snatched away from her having that massive loss completely erased. Instead of giving her space to grieve and recover, Rey’s final scene is used to serve the legacies of the heroes of a previous generation. When she assumes the Skywalker name, she is also assuming responsibility for the Skywalker legacy. The Skywalker legacy is also Ben’s legacy, but the film has no apparent interest in reminding the viewer of that - there is no allusion to Ben, let alone an appearance by his Force ghost. It’s a bizarre and baffling decision because it’s essentially J.J. Abrams undermining the mythic power of his own characters. Their victories and losses are brushed into the margins of the film, sacrificed at the altar of phoney nostalgia.

I wish J.J. had made different decisions and quite simply made a different film, but he did not. However, I am optimistic. I am already seeing fans, particularly female fans, recognise the omissions and gaps in the narrative, taking steps to fill them with their writing, art and discussion. Transformative fandom has rarely been more critical than it is right now, and I’m grateful to everyone that is, to mangle a quote from J.J. Abrams’ own movie, beginning to make things right again.

[razieltwelve]

Conflict Resolution (Final Effect)

Although the Children of Remnant were the pre-eminent powers in the galaxy, there were still independent factions that could trace their ancestry to planets other than Remnant. Most of these had been absorbed into either the Empire, the Alliance, or the Federation over time, but a few of them remained fiercely independent.

There were two along the borders of the Alliance - the Karthai and the Durem - but their position left them in something of an awkward position. The Alliance’s overwhelming military and economic superiority made any attempt at expansion via force completely futile. However, the Alliance’s growing economic might and cultural influence had led many of the younger members of the two species to push for their factions to join the Alliance.

In particular, the burgeoning opportunities available in the newly contacted galaxy had resulted in an economic boom that the Karthai and Durem were unable to harness since their inferior technology left them unable to reach the other galaxy in a timely manner. Of course, they could use the great gateway that the Empire and Alliance had built, but that would incur fees, and sending troops through the gateway to secure territory was out of the question.

As a result, the Karthai and Durem were left with no real way to expand their own territory and economic power... other than by attacking each other.

Weiss IX had sincerely hoped they’d have the decency to wait until after she’d retired to wage war, but they hadn’t been that accomodating. She had awakened one morning to reports that the Karthai and Durem had begun marshalling their fleets in what was an obvious prelude to full-scale war.

Technically speaking, the Alliance had no reason to intervene. The relationship between the Alliance and the two species was strictly business, nor did Weiss think either faction would be stupid enough to harm Alliance citizens or bring their war into Alliance territory. However, there had been steady immigration from the two species into Alliance territory with the immigrants integrating well and even undertaking the endeavours required to achieve full citizenship.

Those same immigrants - who now numbered in the millions - were naturally not happy about their two species going to war against one another. Their representatives had already sent missives begging Weiss IX to dispatch the Alliance’s military to prevent the situation escalating from posturing and mobilisation to actual war.

The general public, who had come to know the Karthai and Durem immigrants quite well over the past two centuries of immigration, were sympathetic to their plight. After all, the Karthai and Durem had shown themselves to be good people who worked hard and wanted only to better the lives of their families. True, their physiology was quite different from that of a Faunus or a human, but what did that matter? They were hardly the only ‘aliens’ to have joined the Alliance, and it wasn’t like intervening would strain the Alliance’s resources.

It was at times like this that Weiss IX really wished that one of her ancestors had adopted the approach of Emperor Erik IV who had famously cussed out two warring factions on his doorstep before threatening them with horrible death - threats he had actually carried out when people had been stupid enough to step out of line. Alas, her ancestors had been somewhat more diplomatic in their approaches to problems along their borders.

Still, there wasn’t any real reason not to intervene. There was, of course, the issue of precedent, but the number of truly independent factions left in the Remnant Galaxy was really very small, and they would undoubtedly take their cues from what happened here. Intervention here would be a warning to all of the others that war would not be tolerated.

Of course, Weiss had only just finished her deliberations when she received another missive.

Apparently, both factions, having realised that the Alliance was going to step in had rushed diplomatic parties to Atlas Prime in a bid to win her favour and secure a more favourable position in the settlement that would surely follow. Good grief. What a mess. There was a part of her that was almost tempted to see how the war would play out.

The Karthai were a mostly aquatic species that resembled squids whereas the Durem lived mostly on desert worlds and resembled ant-eaters. If they went to war, what would they even do with each other’s planets since their terraforming technology was still at a relatively primitive level.

She’d have to ask Anna if the Dia-Farron had run a simulation because she was truly morbidly curious to know what would have happened.

Still, since they would be arriving, she might as well hear them out. Hopefully, it was something they’d be able to sort out in a few days. Then again, if things got out of hand, she could always throw Blakey at them.

Her friend would probably suggest they become friends on pain of plasma bombardment. It wasn’t exactly a peaceful solution, but it would probably work, and it would be very quick.

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Author’s Notes

One of the issues with being the dominant galactic powers is that the Children of Remnant are frequently called upon to settle disputes even in territory that isn’t theirs. The Empire’s history of intervention (often by pissed off emperors or empresses) has led to peace in the ‘shadow’ along the borders of the Empire. In contrast, the Alliance has generally adopted a more diplomatic approach that has also been successful over the years. However, as space to expand runs out, the independent factions are increasingly under pressure to either join a major faction or find other ways to obtain territory.

They also have to deal with immigration into places like the Empire and Alliance. Young people from those independent factions are heavily exposed to the culture of Remnant, and seeing the wealth and opportunities available in the Empire and Alliance, many choose to leave to seek their fortune.

This puts still more pressure on the independent factions to find some way to grow because the number of people leaving only tends to increase as word gets back to others about how much their lives can improve. Note that the Alliance has a somewhat easier citizenship process than the Empire since it tends to be based more on the citizenship processes of Atlas and Vale. In contrast, citizenship in the Empire is modelled more on the Clans, so prospective citizens must prove themselves in various ways.

In truth, many immigrants to the Empire tend to earn citizenship through service. Joining the military, serving as a physician, or even taking a job in the other galaxy where the risk is considered greater - there are several ways to gain citizenship more rapidly. Many also find employment in the border regions, and gainful employment over extended periods of time under trustworthy employers is another route that can be taken.

[usaac-official]

F3B-1s of VB-2B and T4M-1s of VT-2B aboard USS Saratoga (CV-3), likely during Fleet Problem IX, 1929.  The strange arresting gear layout would be removed in September of that year