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Femslash February 28 - Warmth

Margo x Sam

Margo was free.

Margo was exiled to Mars.

One of the prison guards had found her writing while snooping in her cell. The guard had Free Mars sympathies, smuggled it out and had it published. (Her cellmates were excited mostly because the writing made the guard miss the contraband in the cell.) It had only been her beliefs about the necessity for space exploration for humanity and some justification for her actions over the decades. It mostly existed to help her pass the time.

Now she was part of a prisoner swap between Earth and Mars.

Her life never ceased to get more bizarre.

And despite all her drive to get humanity to Mars, she never wanted to be there herself. When she disembarked, she was met by Samantha Massey, one of the leading figures in the Free Mars movement. She was even more surprised when Massey took her to her new quarters. They were small and spartan but nicer and bigger than her cell. “Thank you, Ms. Massey, for everything.”

Massey nodded her head and said, “Call me Sam.”

*

Someone had a sense of humor. Everyone was required to work on Mars. She was too old for the mines and too skilled to not use. She worked primarily with Helios to launch ships to the Jovian moons. Luckily for her own sanity, Dev had moved with the frontier and was currently living on Titan.

She mostly kept to herself. There was a library and she spent most of her free time there or reading in her quarters. She had gone on the surface exactly once but found it overwhelming. She sometimes had dinner with people who remembered her from NASA and had forgiven her. It meant she ate with Kelly Baldwin and her son but not Ed Baldwin.

She was convinced she could feel the Martian winter through all the metal and insulation of the habitat. She shivered and missed her Soviet cardigans for the first time. They had kept her warm.

One night, there was a knock at her door and there stood Samantha Massey, holding a nice, thick cardigan. “I noticed you were shivering on your shift.”

Margo felt it and wondered how she got wool on Mars. She quickly put it on and felt warmer. “How can I pay you back?” she asked.

Massey shrugged. “Come have dinner in my quarters.”

*

It became something that happened once a month, dinner with Sam. Margo found herself looking forward to it. She learned more than she ever wanted to know about the politics of Mars. Sam would laugh at her and tell her that even though she understood more than most, she was still an Earther.

She found that Sam was touching her and more and more during these dinners. Margo found that she didn’t mind. It was nice to feel the warmth of another person. She found herself leaning into those touches, even initiating them herself.

Finally, one night, Sam leaned in and kissed her. “Come to bed with me, Margo.”

Caught by surprise, Margo asked, “Why?”

Sam laughed. “So I can keep you warm.”

Margo nodded and allowed Sam to kiss her again.

[dailyanarchistposts]

Chapter 3. Economy

What about people who don’t want to give up a consumerist lifestyle?

Though an anti-capitalist revolution would create new social relationships and values, as well as free people’s desires from the control of advertising, some people would probably still want to maintain a consumerist lifestyle — demanding the electronic entertainment, exotic imported foods, and other luxuries that (neo)colonialism currently affords them. By routinizing the act of going to a shop, taking out your wallet, and buying a mahogany dresser or a bar of chocolate, capitalism creates the illusion that human beings naturally possess the ability to procure luxury goods that in actuality are produced by slaves on another continent. It takes a massive infrastructure and multiple institutions of government and colonialism to afford this privilege to a select few. After an anarchist revolution, the slave labor camps that currently produce much of the world’s chocolate and tropical hardwoods would no longer exist.

If a person or a group of like-minded people wanted to surround themselves with the consumer goods they still craved, they would be perfectly free to do so; however, without a police force to make others bear the ecological and labor costs of their lifestyle, they would be the ones who would have to procure the resources, produce the goods, and remediate any pollution. Of course, they could make the process more efficient by specializing in one consumer good: for example, a union of chocoholics could produce eco-friendly chocolate — thus not damaging the ecological commons on which the rest of their society depends — and barter off some of that chocolate for, say, video-entertainment equipment produced by a union of TV addicts. Why not? Ultimately, however, all that work and personal responsibility might not mesh with the consumerist mentality; the end result would be a union of producers. When people have to take responsibility for all the costs of their own actions, it removes the pathological insulation from consequences which lies at the root of bourgeois whims. The result is carefully weighed, mature desires.

In anarchist revolutions and stateless, non-capitalist societies throughout history, people used what they could make themselves or trade for from neighboring societies. In the Argentina factory takeovers, various occupied factories began trading their products with one another, allowing the workers access to a variety of manufactured goods. In many of the collectives of the 1936 Spanish revolution, communities decided together how much and what kinds of consumption they could collectively afford, by replacing wages with coupons redeemable for goods at the communal depot. Everyone had a voice in determining how many coupons of various types a person could get, and naturally they were free to trade their coupons with others, so someone who preferred more of one thing, say, cloth, could get more by trading the coupons for something they didn’t mind missing, like eggs. Thus there is no imposition of spartan uniformity, as in some communist states; people are free to pursue the lifestyle they want, but only if they can personally bear the costs of it. They are not able to exploit other people, rob their resources, or poison their land to get it.

[tellusd20]

A band of cultists has converted this small cave into a base of operations. Hidden amidst a rocky landscape, it serves as shrine, armory, and barracks for their plots against the local settlements.   

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The entrance to the cave looks like any other openings in the rocks and cliff faces of the area, and thus is easily missed by casual observers.  Within the small entrance chamber though is a totem of the cult's eldritch deity, and a stone gate that provides entry to the lair.  On the other side of the gate is the group's armory, blacksmithy, and a training area to hone their fighting skills.  Directly north of the training area is their shrine, as well as a small cell and cages for unlucky prisoners. Prisoners don't tend to stay long - their god demands bloody sacrifices. Behind the walls of the shrine is the leader's personal quarters, serving as both bedroom and office. The room is spartan but clean and private.

Directly west of the shrine is the barracks. Beds are built atop low wooden frames and insulated with hay to keep warm.  A well nearby is the group's source of water.  South of the barracks is the mess. Food is cooked in clay stoves and meals are taken together as a group at the crude wooden tables and benches. Whatever supplies the cult has purchased - or stolen - are stashed adjacent to the mess.

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This could work well as the basis for a simple quest such as investigating a disappearance or attacks on outlying farms.  Or perhaps this is just a small cell of a larger organization with a grander scheme in mind? This battle map is available on my Patreon in PNG and VTT formats, without watermark, in grid/gridless variants + w/ and w/o lighting effects.

[rametarin]

If I owned an electric vehicle company..

What I'd prioritize is the niche of a reliable shitbox. Deliberately.

That fucking monster vehicle would not be pretty, by design. It'd be made to survive absolute torture, abuse and neglect but still keep tickin'. Like a Toyota Hillux, but pure electric.

Hack it? Motherfucker you can't even interface with it. It'd be ANALOG electronic, outside a few independent electronic components with digital readers that don't connect to a grand computer; you gotta interface with them shits and the data is one way only. And them shits would be insulated to be hardened against EMP, because it's my company and I said so, fuck you. This vehicle is dumber than an insect and I want it that way. No brain in its head, no one with a penchant for mind controlling machines that think to make it betray you or snitch.

And this machine would be designed to sit there just surviving like a family golem. It's an electric vehicle. Compared to an ICE, it has few parts, and what you can't fix with home equipment, you'd just have to buy to replace parts. But it'd be designed so you could fix the shit that isn't directly related to the motor. Or not have shit that can break to begin with.

Naturally, the electronic portions would be hardened against EMP. One way, or another.

Ideally, it'd be a future where they learn how to make proper, functioning electric motors out of garden variety substances like iron ore and alloys, without the necessity of rare earths either for the motor or the batteries. So, every piece that makes the thing move would be sourced from the home country. Why? Because I feel it's important to be able to make things even if a butthurt neighbor on the world stage cuts off your access to their supply of resources. And while it may not be as cheap as otherwise, having a sustainable and accessible supply that won't quit no matter the world economy is important.

The body would be designed to be replacable and abuseable. Maybe some sort of shell that stops UV, but also, carbon fiber beneath; something that'd survive being submerged in floodwaters and the sea for decades and just need a replacement motor and batteries to be okay again. I'd want the thing incapable of corroding in the rain, or even the sea. Because sometimes, shit happens. Your car floods. It'd be nice to be able to rescue it and know you still have a car, if you want. But also, it's a spartan minimalist monster, so you can also just buy a new one for reasonably cheap.

It's electric, not ICE, so ventilation isn't as big an issue with a good heat sink; that means sealing it against moisture and flooding would be possible. That'd mean it could be in its own internal atmosphere and be hunky dory without exposure to things like rain and being flooded. So, surviving sinking in fresh or salt water would really be no issue.

And... battery technology being what it is, it's impossible to say what it'd be capable of. But ideally, I want solid state batteries that have nigh infinite recharge without dendrites or breakdown. But, that may never happen.

I'll settle for batteries that aren't rare earth but still have capacity and range in the ballpark of rare earth batteries. Ones that should be cheaper and easier to cycle in and out because they'd be made of common materials. But, really, I have no control over physics and chemistry, and realistically, the batteries wouldn't be my field. So.. Kinda limited in options for those.

[authortobenamedlater]

Good, bad, questions, and predictions for this week. Harebrained Halo Headcanons of the week.

Good: Casting is still this show’s greatest selling point, particularly Joseph Morgan’s Ackerson. Every performance is stellar, and that goes a long way toward covering the series’ flaws.

I like the look at the rank-and-file military and the confirmation that there are in fact other Spartan teams out there. And, because this is me we’re talking about, I like the religious references. Babylon 5 trained me well, I guess. The St. Christopher Medal, Corporal I’m-a-Baptist, Talia’s family praying before dinner, Shaman Lady telling John to “find your faith, Spartan” because she has seen his death which comes soon. WHAT is up with that by the way. They can’t just leave a line like that there.

The costuming has leveled up this year. The Spartans’ duty uniforms last year, as I’ve said, looked like spray foam insulation and slinkies. These ones may look like the Spartans are managing a Cabela’s, but I still like it better. Also, Kai would rock the gun counter. Not one for modern AUs, but all of the Spartans working at a Cabela’s has some appeal.

The new intro and use of the actual Halo music.

Bad: Honestly, nothing about these two episodes is straight-up bad. It just doesn’t feel like a follow-up to S1. Some of this is a new showrunner, so of course things will look different, but it also seems like they took the easy way out of resolving some things from last season. I am trying to reserve judgment until at least the halfway point, though, so I won’t say more yet.

Neutral: Keyes is an admiral now. Like…OK? What does this mean in the grand scheme of things? Did they need a new admiral when Parangosky got the boot? Keyes also seems like someone’s pulling his strings. ONI/Ackerson, probably. Something’s up here. This is not the Jacob Keyes we saw last season.

The show has not told us what ONI is. The lack of context for people who aren’t coming from the games/books has to be frustrating. Also is Ackerson still a colonel or not?

Speculations/wishful thinking/questions: Miranda is working on the S-IIIs, maybe even IVs. Or she has been rebooted to be a line officer like her game character. Miranda DOES have a ship in S1. Halsey mentions “Miranda’s ship” during the fight on Eridanus. So this wouldn’t be as big a leap as it seems. Miranda could be out running some science mission. I like this idea, really. We’ve seen the side of Miranda that came from her mom; it would be cool to see the side that came from her dad.

What “monster” does Kwan mean? My money right now is on the Flood. I’m pretty sure Soren and Laera don’t know Kwan is on the Rubble since Soren asks where Kessler is getting the ideas about monsters. How do Kwan, Laera, and Kessler fit into everything here?

What’s Parangosky up to? The Paramount website had her planning Operation: Red Flag but she’s a civilian now. Also, how did John not know that? Anyway. Was she planning Red Flag when she got cashiered? Is she planning it from behind the scenes?

Soren’s “arrest” is how he gets to Reach (we see him in Halsey’s holodeck prison in one of the trailers) which is how he and John end up fighting together. This might be a good time to mention my plot bunny that Soren and Vannak have some long-standing feud from a training incident in their youth which would get reignited if they ever met again.

Cobalt team will yank their pellets.

John seems very much like Halo 5 Chief this season, don’t know if that’s on purpose or not. Even his brooding about Makee parallels Game Chief’s Cortana angst. Though TV Chief has plenty of that too, he just doesn’t know it. Look how he reacts every time someone mentions they took Cortana out of his brain.

How and when will they reunite John and Cortana? Will she go back in his head? Or a chip like her game self? I see advantages and disadvantages to both. But, given how the show has changed AI, where would Cortana’s chip go? John’s helmet wouldn’t have a port for it, and neither would any ships or…anything. There’s a trailer scene where John puts on his helmet and the visor is cracked, so maybe he needs a whole new helmet and it could be fitted for Cortana? I think with the planet frying there are bigger things to do around FLEETCOM though.

But when they do reunite John and Cortana, are we gonna get the scene from the end of Fall of Reach where Ackerson almost kills John and Cortana gets revenge???? I have said this before but I REALLY want to see that.

Makee. Is this really her? Could it be a clone? Projection? I’m inclined to say it’s her but no harm in entertaining wild theories. At least my Vital Record AU isn’t canon. I was low-key worried about that.

OK, Bum Bum gave me his cold and I need to take NyQuil and sleep now so I’m going to end this here. See everyone tomorrow night since I’m going to drop off Tumblr until I can watch.

[omgkalyppso]

I thought I was going to turn this into a little fic, but that's not happening, I have too many wips. Let me just share my vision. Étoile x Zevlor. Bal/dur's G/ate 3 end game spoilers:

It's around a year post-canon. Zevlor wakes up slowly in the sunlight of a eastern-facing bedroom, but it's cold, late autumn, not yet winter, the window rattles from the wind and he remembers that he forgot to buy fresh batting to insulate them as he meant to some weeks ago. Tired, he wonders why he's so cold and under dressed, until remembering that he has a guest and cracks open his eyes slowly, both because he doesn't want to yet face the day and because of habit — friends and fellow soldiers once frightened by the orange glow in the darkness.

He finds himself alone and stretches, savouring the slowness and solitude, so often having days filled with work and more recently, Doni; who is currently being minded by Bex and Danis elsewhere in the city, as they get in practice with young ones and decide whether they're prepared or interested in what parenthood could look like in their one-room apartment. Zevlor had gathered and watched the orphans for three very hectic months until a proper orphanage was able to pose as a base for where they'd rest between those who insisted on weaseling away — Mol, most notably; but while the others had mixed emotions about Zevlor's failure to save Asharak, Doni hadn't wanted to leave, and so he hadn't made him. He still sees the others through him now, and he thinks Mol knows that he would lie for her, or be a place for her to hide, if it ever came to that.

Dressed, or half dressed, he exits his room to the main area of his home. It would be spartan if not for the gifts that found their way to him, from Tilses, from Doni, from his unexpected trio of lovers, from members of his community who didn't carry the weight of resentment after — after everything. Spoons, books, letters, helmets, trinkets and ... things needed for living, for hosting, for ensuring that when he wants to be reliable that he isn't climbing a burning rope to give all of himself and his possessions to ensure those he chooses to serve can find what they need in him. He didn't need to be a soldier to serve, but how embarrassing would it be to have had fewer chairs than one needed, to lack a serving plate, a trivet, a cutting board, or a teapot.

He isn't worn thin, he isn't working for free, but the assistance has been welcome.

Étoile rises from his table as soon as he's out in the open, one of two elven partners who has to duck in his doorways. They're more than twice his age, were a paladin an extra twenty-years on his experience in his order before breaking their oath, and yet the elven-styled youth in their their features makes him feel self-conscious even now, as they smile so earnestly to see him, as they take him around the waist and stroke back his bed-head.

They steal a kiss.

They talk and bicker about sleep; as Étoile finds they often do with non-elven partners, they insist it's fine but their partners worry that the meditation is boring.

They drink warm drinks and eat good, simple food.

They consider doing Zevlor's morning exercises (Paladin training that is different enough from Étoile's that it's unusual, but not impossible, for them to follow along) and despite how Zevlor's body will protest later, they opt to indulge in more intimate stretching while time allows.

[lena-writes]

LIFE UPDATES (MACK - 99/100 OFF-CYCLE)

JULY Farina wins the 99th Games. Mack and Cain play a game at District Zero together, one about jealousy. It ends with Cain punching a sponsor, with Mack realizing he's saved her again -- again -- both with his fist and with his association, which has kept her insulated from this dark underbelly. When Ariston says, It’s time you and Cain moved in together, she just nods. She doesn't mind. In fact, she's grateful to not be alone.

AUGUST Cain’s apartment in the Capitol is so clean, it squeaks. Spartan, like he thinks someone’s inspecting. They probably are. Mack doesn't have much to her name. Only what they gave her. Only what she's accumulated since her Games. It all fits in one bag. They operate like roommates, or maybe more like she's a guest, crashing on the couch between places. He’s polite. Boyish. Too careful. She tests his limits with toothpaste left uncapped, bras on the door handle, making morning coffee in her underwear. Sometimes he argues with her, calls her messy and annoying. Other times, he stammers and turns red. She thinks it’s kind of cute.

SEPTEMBER The awkwardness mellows. She learns he does this little tap-tap rhythm on the side of mugs when he’s thinking. He starts to learn her songs, which are Covey, and he doesn't ask about them yet, but he's starting to want to. They develop a rhythm: she makes messes, he cleans them. She lights candles, he blows them out after she falls asleep. She teases. He laughs. He comes home with flowers one day, then insists they're just for decor. They start to look like something. Not quite lovers, not quite friends. But something.

OCTOBER The Bacchanalia for Cress and Slate’s birthday is a wine-drenched fever dream. Jasper’s there, looking thinner than she remembers. She spends the night trying to get that spark back behind his eyes. It catches, just a few times. When Venus' touch seeps into everything, she reaches for Cain, and they go home. There are no more drugs in the air when they reach the apartment, but there's just as much desire. For the first time, Mack sleeps in the bed with him.

NOVEMBER Something starts to bloom. Quiet at first. Cain brushes her hair out of her face while she’s asleep on the couch. She kisses his cheek one night, just to see what he’ll do. He stares at her like she’s a sunbeam he wasn’t allowed to look at. She sees it then — he’s afraid of her. Or maybe he’s afraid of what he wants. She stops teasing quite so hard. Starts letting him win at cards. They get drunk together one night and wake up tangled but clothed. They don’t speak of it, but neither of them pulls away anymore.

DECEMBER They visit the Gunns for Hearth Day, which Mack fucking hates. She's excited to see Archer, though. They go snowboarding, and this time, Cain laughs when Mack pushes him into the snow. They play with Keres and Kratos, and Mack tries her best to coax him out, lying on her stomach, taking it slow. Cain sits with her for a whole afternoon, his hand on her lower back, thumb drawing lazily, affectionate and slow. She admits that she's been reading Mega Trona comics, and that thrills him, so they hide out on the rope loft and pour over them together. Up there, they kiss once, then again, then stop and laugh at themselves, afraid of Archer walking in again. When she tells him she's getting the itch to catch out, he looks hurt, scared. He looks like he's trying to find a way to ask her not to go.

JANUARY Pontus falls. The arrest rocks the Capitol. Almanac 95 drops like thunder in the underground, and Ash in the Orchard spreads like wildfire. Mack’s voice is in it — hers and the old voices, the Covey songs sung in fields and railcars and jail cells. Back in the Capitol, Mack and Cain have found full flow. They want to give it another chance. One night, they go there. It’s slow. Tender. Sober. After, one of them whispers, What if we just don’t go back? And the other says, Okay. They make a plan.

FEBRUARY The day comes. She waits at the depot, boots laced, bag on her back, heart thudding like a train engine. Cain appears. And then, so do Peacekeepers. The train begins to rumble to life, turning its wheels, and Mack leaps up, turning to help Cain. He stops. There’s an apology in his eyes that splits her in two. He's frozen, obedient. He watches her go. She jumps to another train at the next station. Then again. Then again, so no one can follow. She turns off her phone. She keeps going.

FEBRUARY – JUNE She vanishes. Not gone, just dispersed. In Nine, she sings in a barn. In Three, in a basement. In Eleven, in the fields, the lyrics catching on the wind. She passes out zines and copies of Almanac 95, tucks them in coat pockets, leaves them on stoops. She performs Ash in the Orchard wherever she goes. In Twelve, she meets Maia at the Hob — a Covey elder who remembers things Mack never learned. She seeks out her wisdom, her mentorship. Maia is skeptical, but Mack is persistent. Maybe she reminds Maia of Slate, or Galen. They talk of roots. Of memory. Mack writes new verses every night. Old ones echo back.

JULY She comes home. Or what passes for it -- District Six, for Reaping Day. They take her at the checkpoint, and they force her on the stage beside Mandi and Cat and Otto. After, she's escorted to the train. You’ve been summoned, they tell her. Ariston and Nerissa are waiting.

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[agent-pennsylvania]

Penn affixes the power source on his lower back as he walks out to meet Grif. As he continues and Grif voices his concerns he's struck with a few oddities. He kinda likes being called Penny... Not that he would admit it. Not right now anyway. And the other. "I'm surprised... Your colony doesn't... Seem have a back up?" It should've powered on by now if it did. Just how many corners were cut when they made this place? Penn would be fine. He has the suit with climate control and extra oxygen, but Dex does not.

The time limit now put in place via Grif's calculations puts more pep in his step, as he starts to jog towards the medical wards. He looks back to make sure Grif is keeping up, if he's not he slows his pace a bit to make sure he stays with him. When Grif mentions that he worked here he stalls slightly looking back. "Do you have access... To the experimental tech?" He asks. "I need the healing unit your colony was working on." He states as he starts again opening the main doors to the medical bay. It's slightly warmer inside the building the insulation saving some of the heat. Suddenly, the Spartan stops in his tracks. Frozen as more dots appear on his motion tracker. He looks back towards the door looking past Grif off into the distant hallway. "Dex." He says with an urgent but hushed tone. "We have company... And it's not friendly." The lights going out must have attracted the attention of scavengers. He reaches his hand out palm open for Grif to take so he can pull him behind himself. As soon as Grif is shielded behind him he seems to mess with his helmet again. "This is Agent Pennsylvania... I need that EVAC now... Be advised ...The LZ just got hot." Penn seems to pause as he listens to whoever is replying before he hisses slightly. "Damn it... That's too far. No... I don't have it yet..." He pauses again listening. "Fine... Alright..." The Spartan growls. "You better fucking be there."

Penn's helmet turns back to Grif. "Lets go." He motions his chin to go further into the building. His hands tighten on his rifle as the sound of covenant drop ship engines get closer. He pulls his detonator out and depresses the button blowing the control room they left behind. The colony shakes and rumbles with the explosion. "That should... Distract them... For a bit." They'll probably investigate that before coming this way, at least that's what he's hoping for. @rolliesmuses

Penn is unaware of the disgust Grif feels. He's just going with the bit and being friendly. There's no need to be mean to the poor guy he's been through a lot, after all.

Penn jumps slightly when Grif speaks next, startled. He hadn't thought Grif would follow him inside, and all the sudden, he's there on his blind side. He grabs for his helmet to put it back on while mumbling an apology that's barely audible.

He fears that Grif is leaving because he saw his face and is uncomfortable because of it. A few seconds later, the computer beeps, telling him the download is complete, successfully distracting him once again. His fingers tap across several controls as he pulls the data drive. Behind him a panel slides down, exposing a canister, it's the power source. He turns to pull it out as soon as he yanks it. All the lights go out, and the turrets power down. Everything on the whole colony just dies.

Penn slaps a few bombs down on the console they begin to beep and flash red as he steps away to meet Grif outside. "Let's go... I got one more thing to pick up... And then we're good to go home." As he says the word home, a shiver goes down his spine. Fear. He doesn't understand why, but he's still got work to do, so he can't linger on it.

His HUD blinks pointing the way towards the classified tech that they were working on here. The healing unit, PFL wants it, so he's gotta get it.

@rolliesmuses

[mgmirani]

Warm Winter

AiYusa Month 2022 - Week 2

(I realise we’re on week 3 now but last week was VERY BUSY and I only managed to complete this today. Better late than never! Also I’m very proud of this - hope everyone enjoys!)

Prompt: How long are you planning on standing there?

Pairing: AiYusa (Ai/Yusaku)

Rating: T

Fandom: Yugioh Vrains

Word count: 3450

Tags: post-canon, canon-divergence, fluffy fluff fluff, Ai being adorable, gift-giving, Ai taking care of his human because Yusaku is incapable of doing so himself.

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Why did his apartment have to be so damn cold?

Yusaku pulled his blanket more snugly around his shoulders, attempting to burrow into the increasingly flat pillow and hoping that it would help ward off the chill of late autumn turning into early winter.

His apartment was a place of bare necessities and, clearly, the landlord had decided that decent insulation to prevent their tenants freezing was not a necessity. Granted he could have turned on the heating but, realistically, he couldn’t do that if he wanted to afford food this week. He could only be grateful that his scholarship meant that the school paid for his rent which meant that wasn’t an additional bill he had to calculate into his meagre funds each month. They weren’t willing to pay for a great place but Yusaku didn’t care overly much. It was a roof over his head and that was all he really needed.

Maybe if he grabbed his spare uniform jacket and wore that, it’d help? He was pretty sure he’d done that a time or two last year.

He glanced to his duel disk resting on the bedside table and had the thought that Ai was lucky that he couldn’t really experience temperature in the same way humans did. Though, speaking of Ai, he was being awfully quiet. He’d said he’d wanted to tinker with something earlier and, though dubious and marginally suspicious, Yusaku had let the A.I. do his own thing while he finished up some homework he’d been putting off in favour of other things for the last few days. It had been predictably easy and hadn’t taken him very long so, feeling cold and not having anything else to occupy himself with, he’d decided to turn in early in hopes of falling asleep.

That clearly wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

Yusaku rolled over onto his other side, eyes focusing on the small analog clock by his bedside. Had it really only been twenty six minutes since he’d gone to bed? He tossed and turned for approximately another 17 minutes before sighing and rolling out of bed. His current approach wasn’t working so it was time to try something else.

Takeru had bemoaned that Yusaku’s flat was so Spartan the last time he visited (though his word choice had been far more colourful) and insisted on providing Yusaku with what he deemed ‘the essentials' - those being hot chocolate, various teas and sweets, and some food items which weren’t instant noodles or hot dogs.

Currently, Yusaku’s mind had fixated on the possibility of a warm drink. He wasn’t overly fond of sweet things but the ability to wrap his hands around a warm mug sounded appealing.

His body moved on autopilot as he entered the kitchen, retrieving his usual mug (one of three - the other two kept there for emergencies or the very rare occasion he had guests over) and selecting a ginger tea that, apparently, was meant to be a sleep aid. Yusaku had his doubts.

The first sip was almost too hot and he grimaced slightly but, as he’d thought, the mere act of holding the cup was soothing. The heated ceramic made him realise that, yes he had started losing a bit of feeling in his fingers. That wasn’t really the cold’s fault - apparently repeated shocks as a child had an impact on your circulation. It was fine though; the tea was helping. He’d need to thank Takeru the next time he saw him again.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of shuffling. He turned, raising an eyebrow as he caught the tail end of the ridiculous cloak Ai insisted his SOLtis wear. Apparently whatever he’d been doing was completed and he’d decided to spend some time in the animatronic body instead of returning to the duel disk.

It had been a bit of an adjustment, getting used to Ai’s large and very humanoid form, but he thought he was handling it very well…barring the odd occasion where Ai would just leave the body sprawled out in the middle of the room, dead eyed and lifeless because he’d decided to hop on the net or return to the duel disk.

Yusaku had not been impressed the first time he’d returned home from running to the nearest grocery store to find what was, for all intents and purposes, a dead body in his living room. The flashback to after their duel was not appreciated and, upon realising his mistake, Ai had apologised profusely and tried to be more thoughtful about where and in waht state he left his body.

At least if the eyes were closed, it looked like the SOLtis was just sleeping. Ai had also taken to laying on the couch or, on occasion, folding the body away in a cupboard when he didn’t think he’d be using it for a while. Yusaku had had to endure so many ‘coming out of the closet’ jokes for the first two weeks that he had given serious consideration to banging his head against the nearest hard surface repeatedly.

No matter what Ai thought, he was not subtle. Also, it was bold of him to assume that Yusaku had ever been in any kind of closet.

Deciding that he’d like to find out exactly what the chaotic gremlin of an A.I. was up to, Yusaku follows the sounds of shuffling towards…his bedroom? Well that was rather ominous. He could only hope that Ai hadn’t decided that he needed to update Yusaku’s wardrobe…again.

Ai was fiddling with his fingers nervously, broad frame blocking Yusaku’s view of the room. Before Yusaku could ask what was going on, Ai was yelling “Surprise!”

Ai turned dramatically, cape whipping up and obscuring Yusaku’s bedroom for a moment more before falling back into place. Yusaku stepped forward, scanning the space for anything that looked out of place. His eyes focused almost immediately on his bed.

There, spread out over his too-thin duvet, was a new blanket. It was black with purple lines reminiscent of Ai’s smaller avatar. Along the edges were what looked like flowers and, as Yusaku looked more closely, he realised they were wisteria blossoms.

“So…uh…” he dragged his eyes away from the blanket to look at eye. He could tell that his eyes were wide and Ai, clearly growing more and more nervous the longer Yusaku stayed silent, began to babble in his usual Ai fashion. “I noticed that you were shivering like, a lot over the past couple days and humans don’t do good in cold temperatures and according to everything I’ve read, this apartment is suboptimal - I mean really? It’s not much warmer in here as it is out there! And it’s still only Autumn so it’s only going to get colder but you’re so much of a cheapskate you’re not gonna put on the heating unless there are literal icicles growing from the ceiling so I thought to myself, Ai you clever and perfect being, what can you do to help your human not freeze to death?”

“Ai-“

“And so Ai, being me and therefore unimaginably brilliant, thought that the best solution would be to make it easier for you to stay warm1 But Ai, I thought to myself, how should I do that? And then it occurred to me - you need extra layers! And since the coldest part of the day is at night, a blanket was just the most sensible thing, don’t you agree?”

“Ai-“

“But it couldn’t just be any blanket, you understand. It needed a bit of style! Some pizazz! Something that could help make this drab, drab room just that little bit brighter!

“Now, to give some credit, a certain little helper bot did give me the idea to…ah…experiment a bit with the design. Also do you know how much wool I went through learning how to knit? It was a lot I can tell you but it needed to be perfect. Well actually pretend I didn’t say that. There was very little wasted wool as I am, of course, brilliant and effortlessly talented at everything that I do.”

Yusaku took a moment to process the works.

“You…made this?”

“Yes! Isn’t that what I just said? Really humans and their inferior brains. Does the cold slow down your processing?”

Ai stopped talking as Yusaku moved closer to the bed, setting the mug down on the bedside table and reaching out to run his fingers gently over the blanket. It was soft, really soft. He could feel the stitches, so carefully knitted that there wasn’t a thread out of place. He moved to feel the wisteria blossoms, their green and lilac colouring standing out boldly against the black and purple of the background.

“Did you embroider these?” There were a few blossoms which were more simple and, to Yusaku’s untrained eye, maybe a little wonky but as they crept around the border of the blanket, they got more detailed and refined.

“You actually know what embroidery is? Oh my Yusaku! You’ve been holding out on me!

“Of course I did - while my colour palette is, of course, wonderful and beyond reproach, there just needed to be that extra something to give it a little oomph! And well…” Ai trailed off and Yusaku turned to look at his partner. He was pretty sure that, if the SOLtis allowed it, Ai would be blushing based on the sheepish look on his face and the hand rubbing the back of his neck. ‘Well…I couldn’t resist adding a bit of a pun. Though is it really a pun when your name literally means wisteria? Such a pretty name for such a grump.”

Yusaku continued to stare at him, not exactly sure what expression he was making but taking the time to process everything he was thinking and feeling. Ai, while used to this, was still clearly nervous and his fidgeting only increased as the silence dragged on.

“Well…how long are you planning on standing there?”

The answer, it turned out, was not long at all as Yusaku stepped forward and reached up, enfolding Ai in a hug. Ai froze and, had Yusaku not had his face buried in Ai’s shoulder, he was sure he’d see an utterly shocked stupid look on his face. While Yusaku had become more accepting of physical contact, he very rarely initiated it. Tentatively, he felt Ai’s arms circle his waist. Yusaku tightened his own arms around Ai’s neck, enjoying the fact that Ai was just taller than him so that doing this felt comfortable, felt like they fit.

“Does this mean you like it?”

Yusaku wasn’t sure how long they’d been hugging when Ai spoke up, his voice slightly muffled from where he’d turned his face to nuzzle against the top of Yusaku’s head. Yusaku lifted his head and looked into Ai’s golden eyes, their rectangular pupils alien yet familiar after all this time.

“I do.” Like wasn’t really strong enough a word for all the effort Ai had gone to, the doubtless hours of work put into creating something wholly for Yusaku, something that, through its colours and pattern, symbolised their partnership in a way that Yusaku couldn’t describe. Perhaps his thoughts were overly poetic.- he’d blame it on how little sleep he’d actually gotten this week - but he didn’t care.

“You gonna give me three reasons why?” Ai was grinning at him now, eyes crinkling as he hugged Yusaku tighter. Yusaku, for his part, rolled his eyes and hit Ai gently on the back of the head. Ai just laughed at him and Yusaku sighed, exasperated but not fighting the upwards movement of his lips as he smiled at his partner. Ai, seeing this, took it as an invitation and before Yusaku knew it, Ai had gripped him more firmly and was spinning him around, his feet no longer touching the ground. Yusaku yelped and clung on even tighter which, predictably, only made Ai laugh more.

The idiot.

…his idiot.

Finally the spinning stopped and Yusaku was gently placed back on the ground. Taking the chance to get away before Ai decided to do it again, Yusaku unwound his arms from around the SOLtis’s neck and pulled away. Ai pouted at him but nevertheless let Yusaku go.

“So…you gonna try it out?”

Try…oh. He meant was Yusaku going to go back to bed and use the new blanket. Yusaku turned and faced the bed again. He ran his fingers over the embroidered flowers again before pulling the blankets (both his old and newer, thicker one) back so that he could slip underneath.

He immediately felt a difference. The new blanket had a certain weight to it, pressing down on him slightly in a pleasant way. He could also immediately feel the difference. Looks like he wouldn’t need that extra jacket after all. He let out an involuntary sigh at the feeling, shifting to curl on his side facing the room and Ai who was staring at him, watching his every move like he was committing it to memory. He probably was.

“Thank you, Ai.”

Ai smiled, even bigger than before (though that hardly seemed possible). He reached out, to do what Yusaku wasn't sure, but stopped himself at the last minute. Yusaku blinked, confused. Ai didn’t restrain himself from engaging in physical interaction often. This was odd.

“I’ll just…” Ai trailed off, still smiling but now looking more awkward. “I know you find it weird when I watch you sleep so I’ll just…go watch something in the living room maybe? I’m sure I have some soaps to catch up on - data knows I’ve been busy enough the last couple weeks.”

Ai turned to leave but Yusaku, instinctively, reached out and managed to snag a corner of Ai’s ridiculous cape. He must’ve felt the tug and turned before Yusaku could pull back, embarrassed at his behaviour. What was he doing? Ai was right - he did find it creepy when the Ignis just watched him sleep.

But…

But they’d been dancing around this for a while now and Ai’s gift seemed to have chipped away at some intangible barrier Yusaku hadn’t even realised was there. Instead of saying anything, Yusaku moved so that he was practically pressed against the wall his bed was set against, lifting the covers in a clear invitation.

Ai just stared at him, uncomprehending. Was he going to have to say it?

“You can stay, if you’d like.”

The implication finally seemed to have sunk in because Ai stuttered, trying to speak but only managing to produce inarticulate babble. Soon even that stopped, his mouth moving but no actual sound was forthcoming. His eyes were as wide as Yusaku had ever seen them. Had he actually managed to render Ai speechless?

His amusement at the situation was short-lived as Ai continued to stare at him, no longer trying to produce sound but his mouth was slightly open, eyes wide as he stared at Yusaku. Yusaku frowned. Had he been misreading the situation? No he was quite sure he wasn’t. There was no way he had been misinterpreting the signs Ai had been giving…bright neon and waved in front of his face multiple times a day as they were…so then why was he hesitating?

“Well…how long are you planning on standing there?”

As he’d hoped, repeating his words back at him seemed to jolt Ai into moving. Hastily, he reached up and practically tore his cape off his shoulders. His movements were rushed, almost frenzied as he tried to rid himself of as many layers as possible. It was like he assumed that if he took too long, Yusaku would rescind his offer. He wouldn’t of course. He’d committed himself to this course of action, but the mad scramble Ai had become had brought the amusement back full force.

Finally, Ai had removed everything except his shirt and trousers. Would they be comfortable to sleep in? Then again Ai didn’t really sleep in the same way as a human. He claimed that he didn’t need sleep at all but Yusaku had seen him enter ‘low power mode’ a few times in the SOLtis while he processed data or completed some mandatory task. It looked very similar to sleep to Yusaku.

Ai hesitated a beat before inching forward, putting a knee on the mattress and then freezing, seemingly unsure what to do next. Yusaku rolled his eyes and reached out, grabbing Ai’s nearest arm and tugging downward. Ai yelped and tumbled to the mattress, half on top of the blankets.

“Hey!” He protested, wiggling and grasping for the blankets even as Yusaku attempted to do the same. It took a moment, Ai’s squirming more hindrance than help, but eventually they were both settled under the covers. They lay on their sides, facing each other.

Considering how narrow the bed was, it was a tight fit but that was fine - Yusaku had planned for this. Reaching out, he tugged Ai forward. He wrapped his arms around him and Ai, getting the hint, did the same. He even took it a step further, intertwining their legs so they were pressed as close as possible.

Yusaku ended up with Ai’s arm under his head, acting as a pillow. Ai had also thrown a leg over Yusaku. The weight was strange but not in an unpleasant way.

“Is…this okay?” Ai had rarely ever sounded so unsure.

“Yes.”

“You know…” Ai trailed off and Yusaku raised an eyebrow in question. “Well…when I said I was tinkering…I wasn’t entirely lying…”

Yusaku didn’t like where his brain went at those words, considering their current position. Ai must’ve seen where his thoughts had gone because he lifted his free arm from where it was rapped around Yusaku’s waist, bringing it up to press against his chest, eyes widening comically.

“Yusaku! Oh my! I never would have thought! To think my human could be such a perve-“

Yusaku didn’t let him finish the sentence, reaching up to cover Ai’s mouth with his palm, glaring at him.

“Do not make me change my mind.”

Ai pouted at him but, when Yusaku removed his hand, thankfully didn’t continue. Instead he just grinned again.

“Such a grump, even while cuddling. Fine, fine. Well…I can’t say I didn’t hope for something like this, if not quite so soon but…well…I may have tinkered with the heat dispersion from my processors, configuring it to flow a bit more evenly over a larger area.”

”You…made yourself able to give off body heat?”

SOLtis, by and large, were machines and so gave off some heat, primarily in the chest and head regions because of the more complex machinery and processing in those areas. This meant that their limbs were, by contrast, rather cold even with the solid vision system Ai had built into his own SOLtis allowing him to program in the actual texture of skin and hair.

“…maybe?”

There were three reasons Yusaku could think of why Ai would do such a thing.

1 - it was another way to blend in with humans. He had taken to wearing a thick choker when outside to hide the glowing diamond in his neck. The rectangular pupils were explained by Ai saying that he was wearing contacts and they had come like this and, though strange, he could still use them so didn’t see a point in switching them out for now. Having his limbs actually read as a human-like temperature would help with his disguise.

2 - Ai would often become bored and could regularly be found making small changes to his SOLtis just to see if he could. This definitely seemed in the realm of possibility of something which Ai thought of randomly and decided to implement with little thought behind it.

And reason number 3 - he intended to, at some point, cuddle with Yusaku for extended periods of time and wanted to provide warmth similar to a human rather than being cold and making Yusaku uncomfortable by mirroring the room’s temperature.

“Thank you.” Yusaku felt like he needed to say it again.

“Anything for my Yusaku,.” The normally teasing lilt of that statement was absent, Ai’s expression soft and open. He genuinely meant it and Yusaku knew that he’d do the same for Ai,

Yusaku leaned forwards, nose brushing against Ai’s but not quite making contact yet. His intention was crystal clear and, as Ai leaned forward that last little bit to meet him in the middle, Yusaku felt something intangible slip into place.

He fell asleep curled against Ai’s chest, wrapped in his warm arms and feeling the comforting weight of Ai’s gift.

Looks like this year, he didn’t need to worry about the cold after all.