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cutie-shouta · 3 months

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Chapter 20. The Cyclops

Polymorus: Who...are...you..

Just then the group would come to a realization that what they were faced with now was clearly something unlike the rest of the things they've faced, they've never faced a Cyclops let alone see one

Kratos: hm. Hello. We're just travelers.. passing through.

Kratos would grip his blade tightly watching the cyclops with every inch of his soul readying to cut down such a being

Yuka: yeah we j-just looking around you have quite a lovely cave!!

Nova: y-yeah such a nice place..

He would then come walking closer to the group before sitting down looking at the small group of adventurers

Polymorus: you came here to steal didn't you.

Nova: n-no no!! Never we'd never steal from you!!

Yuka: yeah we're friendly right??

Kratos would just be seen standing his ground staring at the cyclops before him knowing the situation was dire and deadly but there was nothing stopping the cyclops from killing then here and now

Aless: where are the soldiers.

Polymorus: you mean the men who stole what is mine.

Kratos: none of this is yours. And you know it.

Polymorus would narrow his eyes towards kratos before standing to his full height and leaning down in front of him snarling

Polymorus: who are you to judge what is and isn't mine human.

Kratos wouldn't speak just stand his ground even more while the cyclops stares down at him it was clear the difference in both size and power between the two warriors before Yuka broke the silence

Yuk: what if we do a trade?? Huh?? We give you something in return of all this??

Polymorus: hm?? I'm listening.

Kratos would immediately turn his head to yuka in disbelief why would they negotiate with this monster but kratos knew if the fight broke out in here they'd be at a massive disadvantage

Aless: not sure that's a good idea..

Yuka: got any other options?

Yuka would begin to cast a spell making a barrel appear before the cyclops which he would slouch down and sniff whatever was in the barrel

Polymorus: what is this??

Yuka: this is coke a Demi-human exclusive drink trust me it'll taste far better then any flesh you've tasted

Kratos: yuka. This isn't a good idea.

Yuka: shut it.. if you wanna get out of here alive..

Nova: yeah and um.. Yuka show him the treats that one human made for mother years ago?

Yuka would chuckle nervously before preforming another spell to have a small tray appear before the cyclops a tray of brownies

Yuka: this is treats called brownies they are very sweet and filled with chocolate!

Polymorus: what is chocolate?

Aless: seriously no way this fat ass hasn't had chocolate before

Just then Nova would elbow her gut to keep her quiet while the cyclops slouched down a bit more picking the tray up and pouring the brownies all into his mouth which he would make a rather pleased face from the taste meanwhile kratos would drop his sword and look before kneeling down to pick it up

Aless: scared??

Kratos: shut it.

Just then the cyclops would snag the barrel right next to kratos which he would have a slight smirk under his helmet watching the cyclops drink the whole barrel down

Polymorus: ahhh.. what a tasteful drink!!

Kratos: hey. I have something for you big man

Polymorus would look over and slouch down to kratos seeing him pull out a sweet roll which Polymorus would tilt his head staring down at him confused

Kratos: this is a sweet roll. One of the finest desserts in all of the country

Polymorus would grab the roll with two fingers and toss it into his mouth making him have a rather happy look in his eyes

Polymorus: thank you kind stranger what is your name??

Kratos: my name?? My name... is Nobody..

Polymorus: ah! Well Nobody I thank you all for the gifts and I think I know how to reply to your trade

Yuka: oh that's great to hear sir!!

Polymorus: yes you Nobody will be bestowed the honor to be the final one here to die.

Aless: what..

Just then the cyclops would rise to his feet and swing his fist straight down into the group showing the raw power of a being such as powerful as him showing them that this kind act would be their last

End of chapter 20.

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high-functioning-lokipath · 3 years

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Strange Times - Dr. Steven Strange x Reader - Words: 2,225

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Sorry if Dr. Strange is a bit OOC because I'm not SUPER experienced with his character but I wanted to give him a shot! Hope you like my other fandom references 😜 Let me know if you pick up on them!

"Y/N," Hawkeye said, walking up to you. "You've got a mission." Your eyebrows raised dramatically as you lifted your gaze from the bowl of cereal you were currently consuming.

"Me?" You asked mid-chew. Clint rolled his eyes at your manners, or lack thereof, but nodded.

"You're ready," He assured you. Him, along with the other Avengers, had been training you now for the past few months. While your control over your power had greatly improved, you still weren't completely confident in yourself. "All it involves is catching a guy who'd been working in Research and Development on one of Stark's projects. He apparently decided he could get more money if he stole it and sold it to the other side so we need to catch him before the deal goes through. He should be landing in Madrid now. The deal is set for tomorrow morning. You have until then."

"Okay," You said slowly. "I guess I'll get ready then?"

"Yep!" He chirped, grinning brightly. You grumbled about the lack of prep time and stalked away trying to hide your nerves. You got dressed and left in record time. The small jet you'd been assigned for your mission had the location pre-entered, thanks again to Hawkeye, so you reviewed the file during the flight.

"Great!" You groaned, going off on a rant to yourself as you kept reading. "He's stolen an unstable prototype of a personal time travel device! How was this guy not checked out before? Matt Smith doesn't sound suspicious at all!" The computer on the jet beeped at you and you saw that you were approaching the landing site. Quickly putting the file away, you prepared for the inevitable confrontation. Once you landed you carefully made your way to the small hotel Smith was supposedly staying in for the night. Your first obstacle, of course, was persuading the clerk to let you look at the guest list. Once you did, however, you quickly snuck up to his room on the 3rd floor and went in.

"Well well well," You heard someone say once the door closed behind you. You whipped around and saw a shadowy figure in the corner. "I mustn't have made a very strong impression if the Avengers sent me fresh meat. Poor girl. You have no idea what you're up against do you?" He flicked a light on and you saw the prototype in his hand.

"You're right. I don't. But neither do you," You retorted. Concentrating on the barriers of the room, you lifted the gravity in it while keeping yourself grounded. "You have no idea what I'm capable of," You smirked. "So why don't we make this easier on the both of us and you hand it over now?"

"Well, you make a good argument. But how about no?" He smirked back. You felt a click around your wrists and were suddenly pulled back against the wall. "I have heard of you, my dear," He sneered. "So I was well prepared for any of you." As he revealed the small propulsion device he was wearing, he started gliding towards you, no longer affected by the lack of gravity in the room. "I don't really want to hurt you," he said. "I just want you to watch as everything you've ever known is destroyed!" As he continued monologuing, you noticed orange sparks appearing behind him. At first you thought he was activating the device. But moments later, the sparks turned into a circular portal and a tall man with a red cape stepped through.

"Hand over the proto-whoa!" He yelled as he was inadvertently affected by your gravity manipulation when he entered the room. His cape though seemed to react and started flapping, pushing him back towards the ground. "As I was saying," He said, clearing his throat and trying to regain his dignity. "Hand it over."

"Why should I, Strange? Of what use is it to you?"

"Doctor Strange!" You thought. "That's who he is!" You'd heard of him before but had never met or seen him. While you did wonder why he was there, you were awfully glad for the help.

"I was bored and needed some entertainment," He shrugged. "Now if you don't mind, I'll be taking that now." Strange reached out to grab the device out of the man's hand but you noticed Smith was going to try to fly away. You quickly adjusted the gravity again, keeping everyone on the ground.

"Hey!" Smith yelled. "That's not nice!" You rolled your eyes and Strange easily snatched the device from him. Smith struggled to reach for it but Strange smirked.

"Be a dear?" He said to, apparently, his cape. The cape flew off his back and curled it's one corner around the device. It then hovered up near the ceiling, out of reach.

"So that's why Stark said his costume was creepy," You thought, chuckling lightly. Strange glanced at you oddly but didn't address it.

"Could you-" He trailed off, motioning slightly around him.

"Oh! Sure!" You replied quickly, letting the gravity return to normal. Smith immediately tried to get away but Strange pulled out an odd glowy rope and whipped it around him effectively restraining him for the moment.

"Not so fast," He said to the man. Turning to you he motioned for you to come closer. He made short work of the cuffs on your wrists before transferring them to Smith' own hands. "Ok, off you go," He said, opening a portal in front of the man. He unceremoniously shoved him through and closed it behind him. "He'll be taken care of," Strange said to you, motioning for the cape to return to him. He then handed the prototype back to you.

"Thanks," You mumbled, feeling quite silly that you couldn't handle the mission on your own. "Why did you come here anyways? Did Stark or one of the others send you?"

"No, I came on my own. You see, I keep a watch list of individuals and beings from all realms that may be a threat to this world. When Mr. Matt Smith there stole that device, he jumped to the top."

"Oh," You said. "Well, I suppose I'd better get back. I'll probably need to debrief and should probably train a bit more so I can handle myself better next time."

"You did fairly well for someone without much experience although you certainly need more training." You rolled your eyes at his statement. Having heard of his reputation for being snarky, however, you weren't all that fazed. "Perhaps you would like to come to the Sanctum with me? I'm quite sure we have a book that could help you." Now that surprised you. You didn't expect him to be nice at all. Maybe he's not as bad as Loki said he was.

"So, is the Sanctum a fancy library and you're the fancy librarian?" You joked. He laughed and shook his head.

"The Sanctum is much more than that and Wong is the fancy librarian!" He grinned. He opened a portal in front of you that, apparently, led to the Sanctum. Before stepping through it, though, you remembered your own transportation.

"Oh! Actually I have a jet I came in. Can we take that back? I just know I'll be read the riot act if I leave it behind," You said.

"That would be fine," He replied. "Besides, it will give us more time to get to know each other better." A light blush rose to your cheeks as you followed the Doctor out.

"Am I crazy or is he flirting with me?" You thought. "Crazy, definitely crazy." As you kept walking, your internal monologue also continued. "He is quite handsome though," you mused. "Kinda looks like that guy from the tv show BFF/N watches."

"Nice cape," You commented, trying to make conversation. The cape seemed to bristle at your comment and he smoothed it softly at his side.

"It's a cloak, not a cape. And it's the Cloak of Levitation, an ancient relic."

"Oh," You said quietly. "Sorry."

"Quite alright. It's easily confused to the untrained eye." He paused for a moment before adding, "And thank you." You smiled slightly and continued walking in silence.

"So what's your name?" He asked, once you got in the jet.

"My name-name? Or my made-up name?"

"Both," He replied, entering the Sanctum's address into the computer.

"Well, my name is Y/F/N, but I go by Andromeda Nova, or Nova for short."

"Not bad," He said, sitting down in one of the chairs. "So tell me about yourself, Nova." He'd taken off his cape before he sat and now it was hovering near him.

"Alright," You said nervously. You were slightly intimidated by the more experienced superhero who suddenly seemed to be interrogating you but you went ahead with telling him your story of how you got your powers.

"So you went to the Avengers for help?"

"Yes. I had no idea how to control it and, well, everyone that I had been friends with before were afraid of me except for BFF/N." You giggled slightly and smirked. "I guess you could say you met me at a very strange time in my life." He laughed heartily at your pun and you relaxed a bit. As you continued telling him about your training with the Avengers, you decided to take off your own cape and tossed it over a nearby chair. Eventually, however, you got tired of just hearing your own voice since he kept asking you questions rather than speak himself. "Do you mind if I put on some music while we talk?"

"Oh not at all!" He replied excitedly. You grabbed the tablet that controlled the sound system and scrolled through the library.

"Any preferences, Strange?"

"Whatever you want." You nodded and scrolled a bit more before finally hitting shuffle on one of your favorite playlists. "And, you can call me Stephen if you want." Seconds after the song started, he smirked.

"Waka Waka, Shakera, 2010." Your jaw dropped, eyebrows raising comically. "Surprised?" You nodded, speechless. "Let's try another, shall we? Computer, next song." The next song started and now it was your turn to grin. Just before he opened his mouth, you beat him to it.

"Ride, Twenty One Pilots, 2015. Computer, next song." He raised one eyebrow, impressed, before closing his eyes to concentrate on the next song.

"Just The Way You Are, Bruno Mars, 2010," You said at the same time. He smiled widely and let the song continue for the moment. Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, you got up to look, almost doubling over in a fit of giggles.

"Should we be concerned?" You asked the doctor, who seemed just as shocked as you when he walked over to see what you were looking at. Apparently Cloak had gotten the dancing bug and decided your cape would make an excellent partner.

"I have no idea," He replied, biting back a laugh. "It's been a while since he's been with another cape, so," He trailed off, both of you laughing once again. "Wait, is yours a cape or a cloak?"

"Whatever it is, he likes it!" You exclaimed, watching the odd waltz continue. Once your laughter calmed, you noticed he was staring at you. You cleared your throat and looked at him questioningly. "That, um, that's a lovely dress. A, uh, very nice color," He said quickly, stumbling over his words.

"Uh-huh, sure," You said, sarcastically.

"Really! It is!" He cried, embarrassed that you caught him staring.

"Yeah, well, my BFF keeps saying it's the same color as Sherlock's purple shirt of-woah!" You suddenly were thrown off balance as Cloak flew over and shoved you toward Stephen, who, of course, caught you before you fell.

"I'm so sorry," He quickly said. "Apparently he needs a reminder that, while he is the Cloak of Levitation, he's not my wingman." He said the last part in almost a hiss, directed at the offending object. Cloak shrugged and, if it had eyes, you were sure it would have rolled them.

"It's quite alright," You assured him. Realizing you were still in his arms you blushed brightly. "Maybe I should-"

"The music's still playing," He interrupted.

"And?"

"May I have this dance?" He smirked.

"I suppose," You sighed. "But only because I think you'll be a better partner than capey over there." Cloak, who was still nearby, reached out to whack you for your comment. Strange quickly whipped open a portal instead in front of the fabric and you heard a yell from the other side before Cloak quickly retreated and he closed it.

"Who was that?" You asked.

"Cloak may or may not have just accidentally slapped Wong's backside." Cloak crossed what you supposed was his arms and had the audacity to look upset. You shook your head and chuckled lightly.

"I have a strange feeling we'll get along just fine," You smiled, holding your hands out to him for your dance. He smiled back and took your hands, swaying gently to the music.

"Only time will tell."

In An Unidentified Location Only One Portal Away

Matt takes a look around to make sure no one is watching him. "Well, it would seem my work here is done," He said, grinning to himself. "Toodle-oo!"

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piratewithvigor · 4 years

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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

#I made this instead of doing homework #Classic Rock #Meme

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TOP 100 FEMALE SOLO SINGERS OF THE '50S AND '60S

Patti Page - All My Love, The Tennessee Waltz, Mockin' Bird Hill, I Went to Your Wedding, The Doggie in the Window, Cross Over the Bridge, Allegheny Moon, Old Cape Cod; Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte

Connie Francis - Who's Sorry Now, My Happiness, Lipstick on Your Collar, Everybody's Somebody's Fool, My Heart Has a Mind of its Own, Where the Boys Are, Don't Break the Heart That Loves You

Brenda Lee - Sweet Nothin's, I'm Sorry, I Want to Be Wanted, Fool #1, Break it to Me Gently, All Alone Am I

Kay Starr - Wheel of Fortune, Side By Side, Changing Partners, If You Love Me (Really Love Me), Rock and Roll Waltz

Doris Day - A Guy is a Guy, Secret Love, If I Give My Heart to You; Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera); Everybody Loves a Lover

Dionne Warwick - Anyone Who Had a Heart, Walk on By, I Say a Little Prayer, (Theme from) Valley of the Dolls, I'll Never Fall in Love Again

Aretha Franklin - I Never Loved a Man (The Way I Love You), Respect, Baby I Love You, Chain of Fools, The House That Jack Built

Teresa Brewer - Music! Music! Music!, Till I Waltz Again With You, Ricochet, A Tear Fell, A Sweet Old Fashioned Girl

Jo Stafford - Shrimp Boats, You Belong to Me, Jambalaya, Keep it a Secret, Make Love to Me!

Rosemary Clooney - Come On-a My House, Half as Much, Botch-A-Me, Hey There, This Ole House

Joni James - Why Don't You Believe Me, Have You Heard, Your Cheatin' Heart; My Love, My Love; How Important Can it Be?

Petula Clark - Downtown, I Know a Place, My Love, This is My Song, Don't Sleep in the Subway

Dinah Washington - I Don't Hurt Anymore, What a Diff'rence a Day Makes, Unforgettable, This Bitter Earth

Mary Wells - The One Who Really Loves You, You Beat Me to the Punch, Two Lovers, My Guy

Georgia Gibbs - Kiss of Fire, Seven Lonely Days, Tweedle Dee, Dance With Me Henry (Wallflower)

Lesley Gore - It's My Party, Judy's Turn to Cry, She's a Fool, You Don't Own Me

Nancy Sinatra - These Boots Are Made For Walkin'; How Does That Grab You, Darlin'?; Sugar Town, Love Eyes

Sarah Vaughan - Make Yourself Comfortable, How Important Can it Be?, Whatever Lola Wants, Broken-Hearted Melody

Dusty Springfield - I Only Want to Be With You, Wishin' and Hopin', You Don't Have to Say You Love Me, Son-Of-A Preacher Man

Ruth Brown - Teardrops From My Eyes, 5-10-15 Hours, (Mama) He Treats Your Daughter Mean, Oh What a Dream

Kitty Wells - It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels, Makin' Believe, Searching (For Someone Like You), Heartbreak U.S.A.

Etta James - The Wallflower, All I Could Do Was Cry, At Last, Tell Mama

LaVern Baker - Tweedlee Dee, Play it Fair, Jim Dandy, I Cried a Tear

Gale Storm - I Hear You Knocking, Teen Age Prayer, Dark Moon

Dinah Shore - My Heart Cries For You, Sweet Violets, Chantz-Chantez

Jaye P. Morgan - That's All I Want From You, Danger! Heartbreak Ahead, The Longest Walk

Eydie Gorme - Mama, Teach Me to Dance; You Need Hands, Blame it on the Bossa Nova

Carla Thomas - Gee Whiz (Look at His Eyes), B-A-B-Y, I Like What You're Doing (To Me)

Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight, I Fall to Pieces, Crazy

Peggy Lee - Lover, Fever, Is That All There Is

Dee Dee Sharp - Mashed Potato Time, Gravy (For My Mashed Potatoes), Ride!

Kitty Kallen - Little Things Mean a Lot, In the Chapel in the Moonlight, My Coloring Book

Annette - Tall Paul, O Dio Mio, Pineapple Princess

Cher - All I Really Want to Do, Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down), You Better Sit Down Kids

Barbra Streisand - People, He Touched Me, Second Hand Rose

Linda Scott - I've Told Every Little Star, Don't Bet Money Honey, I Don't Know Why

Connie Smith - Once a Day, Ain't Had No Lovin', The Hurtin's All Over

Barbara Lewis - Hello Stranger, Baby I'm Yours, Make Me Your Baby

Anita Bryant - Till There Was You, Paper Roses, In My Little Corner of the World

Skeeter Davis - My Last Date (With You), The End of the World, I Can't Stay Mad at You

Sue Thompson - Sad Movies (Make Me Cry), Norman, Paper Tiger

Della Reese - And That Reminds Me, Don't You Know, Not One Minute More

Loretta Lynn - Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' (With Lovin' on Your Mind), Fist City, Woman of the World (Leave My World Alone)

Betty Everett - You're No Good, The Shoop Shoop Song, There Comes a Time

Jackie DeShannon - What the World Needs Now is Love, Put a Little Love in Your Heart, Love Will Find a Way

Timi Yuro - Hurt, What's a Matter Baby, Make the World Go Away

Debbie Reynolds - Tammy, A Very Special Love, Am I That Easy to Forget

Gogi Grant - Suddenly There's a Valley, Who Are We, The Wayward Wind

Maxine Brown - All in My Mind, Funny, Oh No Not My Baby

Betty Johnson - I Dreamed, Little White Lies, The Little Blue Man

Jean Shepard - A Satisfied Mind, Beautiful Lies, Second Fiddle (To An Old Guitar)

Shirley Ellis - The Nitty Gitty, The Name Game, The Clapping Song

Little Eva - The Loco-Motion, Keep Your Hands Off My Baby, Let's Turkey Trot

Vera Lynn - Auf Wiederseh'n Sweetheart, Yours, If You Love Me (Really Love Me)

Eartha Kitt - C'est Si Bon, Santa Baby, Somebody Bad Stole De Wedding Bell

Lulu - To Sir With Love, Best of Both Worlds, Morning Dew

June Valli - Crying in the Chapel, I Understand, Apple Green

Connie Stevens - Sixteen Reasons, Why'd You Wanna Make Me Cry, Mr. Songwriter

Jane Morgan - Fascination, The Day the Rains Came, With Open Arms

Nancy Wilson - (You Don't Know) How Glad I Am, I Wanna Be With You; Face it Girl, it's Over

Esther Phillips - Release Me, And I Love Him, When a Woman Loves a Man

Vikki Carr - It Must Be Him, The Lesson, With Pen in Hand

Little Peggy March - I Will Follow Him, I Wish I Were a Princess; Hello Heartache, Goodbye Love

Mindy Carson - Candy and Cake, My Foolish Heart, Wake the Town and Tell the People

Sandy Posey - Born a Woman, Single Girl, I Take it Back

Bobbie Gentry - Ode to Billie Joe, Fancy

Brenda Holloway - Every Little Bit Hurts, When I'm Gone

Eileen Rodgers - Miracle of Love, Treasure of Your Love

Barbara Lynn - You'll Lose a Good Thing, Second Fiddle Girl

Dottie West - Here Comes My Baby, Would You Hold it Against Me

Baby Washington - That's How Heartaches Are Made, Only Those in Love

Kathy Linden - Billy; Goodbye Jimmy, Goodbye

Cathy Carr - Ivory Tower, First Anniversary

Fontella Bass - Rescue Me, Recovery

Barbara Mason - Yes, I'm Ready; Sad, Sad Girl

Marianne Faithfull - As Tears Go By, Summer Nights

Shelley Fabares - Johnny Angel, Johnny Loves Me

Wanda Jackson - Let's Have a Party, In the Middle of a Heartache

Tammy Wynette - D-I-V-O-R-C-E, Stand By Your Man

Mama Cass - Dream a Little Dream of Me, It's Getting Better

Faye Adams - Shake a Hand, Hurts Me to My Heart

Jill Corey - I Love My Baby, Love Me to Pieces

Dodie Stevens - Pink Shoe Laces, No

Bettye Swann - Make Me Yours, Don't Touch Me

Jan Howard - Evil on Your Mind, Bad Seed

Nina Simone - I Loves You, Porgy; Ain't Got No; I Got Life

Norma Jean - Go Cat Go, I Wouldn't Buy a Used Car From Him

Miss Toni Fisher - The Big Hurt, West of the Wall

Damita Jo - I'll Be There, If You Go Away

Patty Duke - Don't Just Stand There, Say Something Funny

Bonnie Guitar - Dark Moon, Mister Fire Eyes

Gloria Lynne - I Wish You Love, Watermelon Man

Jody Miller - Queen of the House, Home of the Brave

Gisele MacKenzie - Hard to Get, The Star You Wished Upon Last Night

Betty Madigan - Joey, Dance Everyone Dance

Ketty Lester - Love Letters, But Not For Me

Barbara George - I Know (You Don't Love Me No More), You Talk About Love

Joanie Sommers - One Boy, Johnny Get Angry

Irma Thomas - Don't Mess With My Man, Wish Someone Would Care

Diane Renay - Navy Blue, Kiss Me Sailor

#50s #60s #music

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realityhelixcreates · 3 years

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Beta, Theta, and Me Chapter 10: Territorial

Chapters: 10/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Avengers (Movies) Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not right now),Drug Use

Characters: Loki(Marvel) Additional Tags: A/B/O, Sorta, More Of An Exploration Of Life And Self Expression Within An A/B/O Framework, Loki Does What He Wants, But Loki Does Not Actually Do What He Wants, Antagonistic Bosses, Loki Has A Throne Now, But It’s Not What He Wanted

Summary: You learn the reality of not being alone in the universe

You hunkered down in your soft, fold-out futon couch, shaken by what you now knew.

They were invaders. Loki, Thor, all the Asgardians, an invading force.

But they weren't invading this planet.

You didn't think you'd ever forget the blazing triumph in Loki's eyes, as he explained the plan. He might as well explain it to you. There was nothing you could do about it. There was nothing you would do about it. And Loki knew it.

Rain slammed into the glass like stones, flung by screaming wind. It had been pouring all day, even before you'd served Loki his breakfast.

“Did someone piss off your brother or what?” you joked. Loki swiftly grasped your hand before you could crush his pill for the morning.

“Yes, and I would have my mind clear when he comes to visit. I will bear the pain until afterwards.”

Thunder cracked the personable atmosphere of breakfast.

“You should retire to your rooms for a while.” Loki said. So you gathered up what was left of your meal and returned to your apartment. You had a nice little table in front of a window, where you sat with your orange juice and pancakes, watching the sheeting rain.

The sound of the Bifrost roared down louder than the rain. Thor had come by to discuss things with Loki several times now, you hiding out in your room each time. You weren't sure why you were never allowed to be seen-perhaps servants in Asgard were supposed to be invisible or something. Or perhaps Loki wasn't actually supposed to have you. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time you were living somewhere illegally.

The two of them talked very loudly, almost shouting, but it didn't sound like a fight. It sounded more like enthusiasm, rising and falling, the foreign words and unfamiliar cadence. Thor stayed for several hours, keeping up their lively discussion, but you didn't once hear either of them laugh. Whatever their enthusiasm was about, it probably wasn't a cheerful thing.

You relaxed in your apartment, reading a battered old book while they hashed out whatever they were working on, making yourself a light lunch while the rain weakened and petered out. The Bifrost roared again, just as the sun struggled out of the clouds.

Not long after, you heard Loki calling for you, always as if he were right beside you. He was waiting at the table when you exited back out into his miniature kingdom, eyes bright with the exercise of thought. He waited patiently while you prepared fresh tea for him, and mixed it with his medicine, drinking it without complaint. Thor's Alpha scent hung around the place, somehow harsher than Loki's. You were tempted to dampen it with a scented spray, but you knew Loki didn't like them. 'Stinking, chemical concoctions' he called them.

You did chores around the penthouse, as he went over the contents of a notebook. You knew his medicine was taking effect when he suddenly started talking.

“How do you feel about this building?” he asked abruptly, shoving the notebook at you.

“How do I feel about it? Uh, well, let me see.” You took the notebook, full of runes and sketches. The sketch of the house Loki indicated appeared to you like a man-made hill, a cluster of little domes around a large dome, with no windows but several doors. It had a vintage science fiction kind of look, as if someone had designed a Hobbit hole for the far future.

“It's cute.” you said. “Looks like some kind of earth house?”

“Not quite.” he said, smug amusement coloring his voice. “Would you live in such a house?”

“Sure, I'd live in any kind of house. A house is a house, and I'm never gonna be picky about that. I do wonder about the inside lighting, since there's no windows.” “Oh, it would be lit by magic. Magic light it so easy to make that many forms of magic create light as a by-product! It would be bright as day on the inside. There could be no windows, because the structure would be partially underground, and the outside walls would be about nine feet thick.”

“Wow. I knew earthworks need thick walls, but that seems like kind of a lot.”

“But would you still live in such a home?”

“Well yeah. Still a house, after all. Look, I know you're high as a kite right now, but this is about something, isn't it? Is it what Thor was here to talk about?” “Insolent thing. I'm not that high. Am I? No, of course not. But yes, this is about our meeting this morning. Twice has my brother come bearing distressing news about the future of Asgard, and this time, we began planning. These houses are a part of it.”

“Is something wrong with Asgard? Are you guys gonna be okay?”

“Oh yes, we will be fine. I foresaw something like this happening, and my brother's pride is sorely bruised, but our people are in no danger. You see, the government of Canada set aside some land for Asgard to settle upon-a handful of islands off the coast of the larger island of Nova Scotia. This seemed quite generous at first, and quite in line with the kindliness that country is famed for. I could have told Thor that it would prove somehow false. If not humanity itself, then the governing bodies of humanity certainly are the least trustworthy things in this whole great galaxy.”

“What did they do?” you asked. “Are they trying to bilk you? Make you pay for it all? Force you into debt?”

“No, no. They gave us the land so that the native peoples they stole it from could never get it back. Settler's laws, or some such.”

“That's awful!” The disillusionment led straight to disgust, and no small amount of disappointment. Because Canada did seem so nice, and maybe it was just a form of American wish fulfillment to believe that Canada was somehow 'better' than the States. But realistically, both countries had been formed in the same way: European settlers sweeping from one coast to the other. And the only way it seemed that they knew how to do that was to smash their way through whoever was between the Here, and the There.

“Indeed.” Loki sneered. “Thor is enraged at the sheer ingratitude. Many times he has been involved in the protection of your backwater globe, and these fools seek to use him as a pawn. I may occasionally want to stab his face off, but he is still a god, and we are all of us above the petty greed and power games that humans play against one another.”

“What are you going to do?”

“It's very simple. We are going to secure the land, build a legal cage so tight that it cannot be taken away, make it ours completely, and without question. Then, when we have gathered the necessary supplies, we will turn the land over to the people it was stolen from, and Asgard will leave. We will invite them to live among us in the interim, and likely leave a small garrison behind to guard against Canadian invasion.”

“Ha!” you burst out. “Good! Fuck those guys! But where is Asgard going to go then? I can't think of anyplace that isn't already full of people. Except maybe Antarctica? It'd be pretty hard to live there though.”

“Asgard has the technology to make practically any rock a paradise.” Loki bragged. “But we will not be moving to Antarctica, no. We will not remain on Earth. No, Earth had it's chance, and chose betrayal. We will be moving to the planet you call Mars.”

“What? Mars? Like Mars, Mars?” you sat, shocked, the notebook in your lap. “You can't just...”

Loki silenced you with a thin, smug smile.

“Whyever not?” he asked. “Who lives there? What lives there? Nothing, and no one. We would not be pushing anybody out of their homelands, nor posing a danger to any ecosystem. There is nothing there but remote controlled toys. No one has claim over it. I know there is at least one fool who fancies himself a genius, and has convinced many that he owns the place, but how is he going to get there? In one of his constantly exploding vehicles? No, Earth has no power over Mars, and soon it will be ours. We are the ones who can make it a livable land. Humans simply don't have the technology or experience. Can you harness Bifrost energy to get the core and mantle moving again, to create a magnetic field? You do not. Can you live safely on the surface for long enough to get anything done? You cannot. In fact, for humans to be safe on Mars, you would have to hide behind around nine feet of Martian soil.”

“Nine-like the house? That design is for a Mars house?”

“Clever thing. Yes, it is for a Mars house. Part of a community partially above and partially below ground, connected by buried roadways. A city adapted to the planets unique characteristics. We will alter the landscape, reignite the magnetic field, cleanse the soil of radiation, perhaps use that as a secondary energy source for a while. The planet is rich in water: this whole system is so rich in resources that it would absolutely be under attack at all times if more people knew about it.

But you have us now. We know how to render empty planets useful. Once we have made Mars into our new Asgard, we will turn our eyes to the great potential of the one you call Venus.”

“You're gonna take Venus too?” you exclaimed.

“Take? Again, who owns it? No one. There is no one to take it from. Imagine thinking that just because you see something, just because you name it, that somehow means you own it. No one lives there, and there are no habitats to destroy, so why does this offend you so?”

You couldn't really answer. Everything he had said was true. And yet, you still somehow felt a sort of proprietary nebulous collective ownership over the planetary system that was your species only home.

“Do you feel entitled to the asteroids as well? The comets? The moons and atmospheres of the giant planets? The very dust of the stellar cloud? Your species once shared this backwater world with multiple other human species, but now that you are the only ones left, you've forgotten how to share with anyone.”

“Is it sharing? You can travel around better than we can. Will there be anything left by the time we're able to travel like you?”

He chuckled, the condescension like a thick layer of butter over bread.

“Oh, I understand now. You're so used to the overarching greed and cruelty of your own people, that you can't imagine that we could be any different. We aren't going to lock you little humans away from Mars, or Venus, or any other place. Indeed, why do you think we've been studying how thick a wall is needed for human safety on Mars? It is all but certain that humans and Asgardians will live side by side throughout this star system. You will join us sooner or later. It is inevitable. The instant the perceived challenge is issued, your desiccated space programs will flare back to life. You humans are incredibly competitive, though in a different way than Asgardians. We are more individual, but you drift towards teams. It will be interesting to see how the competition plays out.”

“You're looking forward to this?” you asked.

“I am counting on it.” he said. “Now, do you think that house would be big enough for you? It will be roughly three times the size of your current apartment, and partially underground. Would that bother you? Would you need more space?”

The notebook slipped to the floor. “You can't mean...” you whispered.

“Give it some thought. It won't be for a while yet, but I'm pretty sure it will be within your lifetime. Would you like to be the first human on Mars? Beat that so-called genius to the red planet? See us kickstart the world?”

It was a fantastic dream. Impossible. Completely impossible. But could you? “I-I don't know...”

“Think on it. But for now, I think this medicine is making me weary. I am losing track of time and thought. Take me to the window, and sit with me there.”

You did, making yourself comfortable on your special cushion, as he rambled about Asgardian building techniques, methods of energy storage, and how to contain oxygen in their hypothetical underground cities while working on building a sustainable atmosphere. He talked about Mars as if it were no more than a challenge, explaining all the resources that made the planet such a likely candidate for the transformation process. How they could alter the thin atmosphere with Thor's power to create ozone, split molecules to create oxygen, how to decontaminate irradiated soil, and even enrich it with naturally occurring resources. You didn't understand much of it, but the gist was that they had done this before, and only lacked the resources to build the tools they needed. As soon as they had that, there were no limits. According to Loki, it could all be done very fast.

And he was very fixated on the idea of you coming with him, seemed to have a very romanticized view of the human drive to explore. In some ways, he wasn't wrong. The thought of being the first human to travel to the red planet, to walk on its surface, to live there-it was thrilling. It was a dream humankind had harbored for a long time.

On the other hand, as far as you understood, Mars was kind of a shithole.

Yes, Loki claimed that his people could change that, prattling on about groves, and grasslands, and even tropics. He was also high. He could just as easily be talking nonsense.

Atmosphere notwithstanding, Mars was farther from the sun than Earth was. Wouldn't it always be colder? You could envision, after a lot of work and change, the planet hosting the kinds of things that grew in Siberia maybe. Lichens and short, scrubby grasses, possibly even conifers. Maybe seaweed, in the great seas and lakes he described the icecaps filling up.

But delicate tropical flowers, and big, soft fruits, and plants that needed three hundred days of strong sun and sweltering temperatures to thrive? No way. Better to leave the jungles to Venus.

Which was apparently part of the plan. The thinning of the atmosphere of Venus, would contribute to the thickening of the atmosphere of Mars. It involved even more technobabble that you couldn't grasp, but Loki was very sure about the viability of transferring resources throughout the solar system. From atmosphere, to water, to metals, to trace elements, Asgardians apparently knew how to do it all. It almost made you believe it.

Loki babbled like a bird all through dinner and the evening, and you were almost glad to be sent off the warm his bed. Your brain was exhausted, but he was as energetic as ever.

Stripped of your uniform, you snuggled into his luxurious bed, still trying to resolve the image of Loki-lover of opulent baths, rich clothing, and indulgent bedding-with that of an excited, daring, and rough living pioneer. You drifted off to a daydream of him, in a pith helmet and beige jodhpurs, standing majestically in a jeep that kicked up the Martian dust behind it...

******

...And awoke to Loki sniffing your hair.

He was pressed all alongside you, snuggled up with an arm thrown over your waist. And he was sniffing your hair.

He must have noticed a change in your breathing or physical pliancy, because he withdrew his arm immediately.

“Ah.” he whispered. “The jig is up, as they say.”

You scooted quickly away from him.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” you demanded.

“Forgive me.” he said, yawning. “You just seemed so peaceful. I thought it a shame to wake you.”

“Did you turn off my alarm?”

He had the grace to look mildly ashamed.

“That...might have happened.”

“And there was nothing you could do but try to cop a feel?”

“I prefer to think of it as a friendly cuddle.”

“Well don't! Don't think you can just do whatever you want with me!”

“I shan't, I promise. As your master, I promise, I will not again overstep the bounds of our agreement. As my servant, I ask your trust.”

“...Maybe tomorrow.”

Face burning fiercely, you exited the bed, and hurried for the door. Your clothing was on the other side of the bed-the other side of Loki. In the dark, he might or might not getting a good look at your underwear clad rear, depending on how well Asgardians could see in the dark, so you booked it out of his room, across the hall, and into yours before he could say anything.

You threw yourself onto your futon, huddled down in your nice new blankets, and shivered. Your trust? He asked for your trust? He asked you to leave everything you knew, your whole world, to walk the distant sands of Mars? Something you couldn't even safely do until the planet had been transformed? He dared to lure you into a false sense of security in his sweet-smelling bed, and then ask for your trust? How much of your life were you willing to give?

#betathetaandme

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spell-cleaver · 4 years

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[for the Luke Palpatine au] The man just smiles kindly at him. "Call me Ben."

Previous parts on the masterpost here!

The man just smiled kindly at him. "Call me Ben."

Luke blinked at him—it was the third day of their training sessions in the gardens, teaching him how to shield his mind and slowly, slowly start to use the Force to levitate small objects. He wasn't very good as meditation but he found it did calm him, a lot, especially once she'd introduced the concept of moving meditation, and given him one of her lightsabers to go through the forms with.

Now, though... there was a man in the garden. One he didn't recognise.

There were no guards who watched them when he learned—Vader had somehow clocked that neither Luke nor Ahsoka would appreciate their presence while he was trying to concentrate, and simply had them ringing around the garden instead. And Ahsoka was clearly trusted not to hurt him—after much, much, much arguing between Nova and Vader—so it shouldn't be an issue.

This man shouldn't be an issue.

Luke eyed him suspiciously anyway.

They sat in a loose ring on the patch of grass they always did, under the climbing trellises and trees. Even after he introduced himself—and with Luke tied so tightly into the Force, it was easy to tell that that was not a lie, but not wholly true either—he was suspicious.

But he closed his eyes and continued meditating anyway. "I'm Luke."

"I know." Ben smiled even more warmly. Luke didn't trust it—not in the way he'd immediately trusted Ahsoka. "Ahsoka asked me here just to talk to you, and observe some of your lessons, to ensure she was teaching well."

"She's teaching really well." Luke glanced at her, surprised. "Why would she need you?"

Ahsoka laughed softly. Ben said, "She is doing very well, I agree. But she cares that she's doing it the best she can, so here I am."

"I..." He bit his lip. "I guess that makes sense."

"Do you not want me here?"

"I don't know you."

Ben bowed his head. "Then that is an understandable sentiment. I hope to earn your trust."

Luke... relaxed. Despite himself.

But...

"You're still not telling me the whole truth," he observed. "Tell it to me."

Ben raised his eyebrows, and exchanged a glance with Ahsoka. She laughed at him; his face collapsed into a huff of amusement and he said, "Very well. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, though I do prefer to be called Ben."

Wait.

Obi—

Obi-Wan—

Obi-Wan Kenobi!?

"Are you my father?" Luke burst out.

Ben froze.

Stared at him for a second.

Then he laughed. "Your father?"

"Yes," Luke said. It... came out as whinier than he intended. "My birth father, that is, Vader and Nova won't tell me who he was—is—but I know you were close to my mother, and—"

"Ah. I understand." Ben shifted his hands off his knees to place them in his lap. "I knew Padmé, yes. We both did." He gestured between himself and Ahsoka, and Luke stared, a thousand questions bubbling up for them both— "But no. I am not your father. I was never involved with her like that."

"Only with Satine," Ahsoka murmured.

Ben gave a melancholy smile. "Only with Satine—Duchess of Mandalore," he confirmed.

Luke said, "Oh."

He'd...

He blinked away tears. He'd been so sure. He'd been so sure, and now...

Now he was back to square one.

"So," he asked anyway, desperate for any clues, "do you know who—"

"Now," Ben said quickly; Luke narrowed his eyes at the suspicious interruption, "I apologise for so rudely interrupting all your attempts at meditation; could you demonstrate to me what Ahsoka has already—"

There was an explosion in the Force.

Luke flinched bodily, as those tight tendrils of darkness flooded the garden—his sanctuary, where he'd never wanted them—and in stormed Vader. He glanced at Luke briefly, then glared at Ahsoka, and then to Ben—

"Obi-Wan," he hissed.

Ben—Obi-Wan?—lifted his chin. "Hello, Darth," he greeted politely.

"You—"

"If you're going to have a fight," Ahsoka interrupted, tension lining her voice, "then can you leave the garden? This is meant to be a peaceful place."

Luke let out a breath. He loved Ahsoka so much.

Vader did not share the sentiment. "You," he boomed, his finger coming out to jab forcefully in her direction, "you let him in here."

"I did," she snapped. "Out of the garden. Now."

Luke winced and watched as they filed out, one at a time. That did not mean he didn't sense it when they finally reached a suitable room and exploded again; he stopped meditating, withdrew from the Force, so that he didn't sense it in more detail than he had to.

But that also meant that when it came, he didn't sense the acute flare of danger.

"How dare you come here!" Vader roared. The conference room Ahsoka had ushered them into was empty, and good riddance; his rage shattered the holoprojector, sending splinters of glass flying all over the room. "You destroyed everything else, Kenobi, and now you want to—"

"Protect my late friend's son from the Sith Lord who tormented him for fourteen years?" Obi-Wan said coolly. None of the glass hit him; he guided it away from him with ease. "Of course. Padmé would've—"

"Don't you dare mention her to me! Not when you stole our son and let him grow up under— under—"

For the first time, Obi-Wan looked pained. "I thought that Luke was safe on Tatooine," he said harshly. "I left for one week to run an errand, and when I came back he was gone and his aunt and uncle were dead."

"You failed to protect him once. Why should you have the right to try again?"

"You had fourteen years to protect him, and you did nothing but hurt him. Why should you have the right to try again?"

"You—"

"You two are just shouting at each other at each other like children." Ahsoka crossed her arms, cocking her head belligerently. "Is this going to help anything?"

Very, very slowly, Vader turned to face her.

"I trusted you with my son," he said, voice deadly quiet, "and you brought him in."

"Luke thought that Obi-Wan was his father," Ahsoka shot back. "He's now been cured of that idea, and isn't that something you should thank Obi-Wan for?"

Vader spluttered.

Marched away, reaching for his lightsaber—do not impale them do no impale them Luke will not forgive you—then moving his hand away, to clench it into a fist.

"I have informed him of the ridiculousness of that idea before."

"But he certainly didn't believe you."

"Why did you let him in here?" Vader demanded, glaring at Obi-Wan again. "You knew that I did not want him here. You knew that it would not be well-received."

Ahsoka shrugged. "I needed him. I'm no Jedi. I'm not the best teacher. I needed help."

"You do not need help. You never have. And from what I have heard from Luke, you have been doing especially well. The fact that you are no Jedi is an advantage." Another glare at Obi-Wan.

Ahsoka... paused at that. Looked at him. Smiled a little.

"I should kill you," Vader told Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka's smile dropped, "for what you did to Luke—to Padmé."

"It was not I who did anything to Padmé—"

"But I have no wish to do anything that could possibly hurt Luke," he snarled. "So you will leave this palace. Leave us here, never bother us again, and perhaps I will not chop off all of your limbs like you did to me."

"Wait." Ahsoka looked alarmed. "Obi-Wan, you did what—"

Vader pointed a finger at the door. "Get. Out."

And then the Force crashed around them.

Warning.

A warning, a warning, a warning, a warning, a warning—

And the fury—the fear—that gripped Vader was worse than he'd felt when he sensed Luke's devastation earlier. Worse than when he'd sensed Obi-Wan, in that garden.

"Luke..." Ahsoka said. "He's alone in the—"

Vader was already running.

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chaotic-neutral-toga · 4 years

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i’ve spent the entire time since my last post on this and holy fuck i want to fall into a coma

um okay i just thought up a zodiac based story plot thing and uyvbuhyb

okay so there’s this god-like thing but not exactly gods, i guess the “souls” of concepts, maybe?? so like those ones are infinite, not really but like they are, it’s confusing on purpose, but the zodiac are one of a kind each, Thing is they’re kinda destructive. Some do it because they can/want to, some do it because they don’t understand what’s wrong with it (they weren’t really ‘disciplined” or “taught”, so morality is kinda lost on them), and some are more kind, but still dangerous. In classic story fashion, they get sent down to the human world to become accustomed to morals, ethics, and just having a more grounded life. anyway characters

Pisces is autistic (yes im projecting a little) and destruction was the her way of stimming (other than snuggling in a hug with someone). When she gets to Earth, she does things that are “weird” to humans, since out of all of the zodiacs, she has the hardest time grasping the concept of the human world besides stuff she already knew(water and other stuff her sign rules). She’s fairly kind and compassionate, but has no tolerance for liars or anyone that gets on her bad side, which is a side even Aries sweats over. She likes puns (once they’re explained to her), and never understands innuendos or dirty jokes unless they’re really obvious. [Colors for her design: Mauve, Lilac, Violet, Sea Green. Closest Relationships: Virgo and Taurus. Human Name: Clementine.] Panromantic Demisexual

Aries is a bit reckless/destructive, to the point of idiotic sometimes, but he really does have the best intentions with most things he does. You can’t really blame someone for not knowing what they shouldn't do when they were never taught they had limits or boundaries that could be pushed. He can be bossy at times, but it’s usually because he knows his fellow Zodiacs well, and he can tell when they need someone to tell them what to do before they end up arguing over different ideas. Fire is the element he rules over, therefore it was one of the few human concepts he knew, so he took a quick liking to smores; it’s a sweet thing made over fire, what’s not to love? When he’s not riled up over something, he’s just a really passionate and affectionate friend. He identifies as an Androgynous Trigender, sometimes feeling like a boy, sometimes a girl, and sometimes agender, while preferring to use he/him pronouns. [Colors for his design: Red why the fuck does he only get 1 color wtf is this inequality. Closest Relationships: Libra and Leo. Human Name: Everett.] Aromantic Asexual(will kiss the homies uwu)

Taurus is pretty calm, but they can and will destroy you(verbally). They speak their mind and try their best to be honest, even if the truth is painful or undesirable. When dealing with problems, he keeps a straight face(facade or not), but lets his emotions out when it’s over (aka pouting as Cancer give them calming head pats). Because they’re one of the only ones who took to cooking (and one of the quickest to become relatively easily-adjusted to Earth), at times, they tend to be in a sort of parental role when interacting with the others. They can get frustrated with too much stress (aka more calming head pats), but they can usually work through it well enough. When it comes to love, he becomes flustered surprisingly easy, though this is technically hypothetical, as they haven’t encountered any romantic situations yet. Upon coming to Earth, Taurus discovered he’s allergic to reptiles, especially snakes, which makes his friendship with Scorpio, who will not give up his precious boop noodle, a bit rocky. He uses he/they pronouns. [Colors for his design: Green, Pink. Closest Relationships: Scorpio and Cancer. Human Name: Beau, pronounced Bo.] Gay

Gemini was probably the most optimistic of the bunch when they were first sent to Earth; she isn’t reckless, but she does live for the thrill. She has fun watching drama as long as it’s just harmless bickering, and she’ll stop any serious fights. She's a bit slow at reading the air sometimes, which is one of the few things that make her feel insecure. Even if she comes off as prideful or uncaring, she truly does treasure all her friends, and would move mountains for them. She is an ADHD Lesbian, so she has the awful pun of GA(Y)DHD. [Colors for her design: Light-Green, Yellow. Closest Relationships: Sagittarius and Aquarius. Human Name: Mikaela.] Lesbian

Virgo has a somewhat obvious crush on Pisces- not everyone knows, but it’s not rocket science for the observant ones- and Pisces thinks he’s just being a really great friend.(Virgo: I am stoic and distant and won’t open my heart to anyone. Pisces: Hi! Virgo: FUCK-). It’s easy for him to stress or obsess over something, and not give himself any room for imperfection. He’s one of the less outwardly destructive zodiacs, but internally, he tries to do too much and puts too much pressure on himself, which is never a good thing to do. Sometimes due to stress, he’ll isolate himself for a bit, but he gets very touch-starved very easily.. which makes it even more confusing how the snugly Pisces doesn't notice his feelings. [Colors for his design: Grey, Beige, Pale-Yellow. Closest Relationships: Pisces and Cancer. Human Name: Ezra.] get em boys, we found a Hetero

Libra is a quiet one, usually collecting information from afar before interjecting. He likes being helpful since he’s aware that he sometimes overthinks interaction. Asking him questions can be confusing, as he usually answers with simple “yes”’s and “no”’s. He enjoys reading fairytales; no real reason, he just likes them. He has Sensory Processing Disorder, which simultaneously makes him the dad and the baby of the group. [Colors for his design: Pink, Green. Closest Relationships: Aries and Sagittarius. Human Name: Libra, which is luckily an actual greek name.] Bi

Leo is a rowdy girl to say the least. She’s loves just horsing around with her friends, usually in the manner of play-fighting and tackle hugs. If you didn’t guess, she’s one of the more destructive Zodiacs, even on Earth. She denies ever doing things when confronted, though it doesn’t work most of the time (”Whaaat, I didn’t break that vase, that was Aries, right bro?” “Hey, don’t pin this on me!” “BRO-”). She is extremely loyal to the people she cares for, which could cross into naivety if she chose the wrong person as her friend. While she definitely isn't the motherly type, if one of her friends really needs to be comforted, she’ll sit them on her lap and stroke their head(she stronk owo). Though normally upbeat, she becomes somber in grim-looking situations, to the point of pessimistic. [Colors for her design: Gold, Yellow, Orange. Closest Relationships: Aquarius and Gemini. Human Name: Amaterasu.] Demiromantic Asexual

Scorpio has a pet boop noodle(baby ball python) that he almost stole before Taurus payed for it, which is when they discovered Taurus is allergic. They’re an overall cold and distant person, but they’re not completely shut-off; they just have a hard time warming up to people. Because of this, he holds grudges for a long time when his carefully-placed trust is betrayed. He seems to sometimes just appear and disappear during discussions with anyone noticing until he suddenly speaks up or they want to talk to him(spoiler alert: he’s just quiet). He’s very cute and peaceful when sleeping. [Colors for his design: Scarlet, Red, Rust. Closest Relationships: Taurus and Cancer. Human Name: Phoenix.] Arospike Aceflux

Cancer is very much a big sister to most, if not all, the Zodiacs. She has a caring air about her and can adjust to suit the boundaries of her friends. She herself is quite sensitive- though no one’s ever seen her like that- and she never wants her friends to feel that way. Besides that, she takes great interest in human pleasantries, such as sweet food, cameras, and lullabies. While she prefers to be the mediator during fights, if someone, say, insulted her friend and wouldn’t back off, she would lash back with a stone cold fury; the shock value alone gives her an advantage in those situations. [Colors for her design: White again with only one color wtf im adding my own, Pale-Orange, Various Yellows. Closest Relationships: Capricorn and Taurus. Human Name: June.] Questioning Asexual

Sagittarius is one of those aggressively positive people, saying what they want with no filter. They don’t take any shit from anyone, no matter who they are. She’s very free-spirited, but she’s not unguided; she knows what she wants and when she wants it. She’s never really hurt by anything, brushing and laughing things off almost immediately. She can get quite impatient, to the point of childishly whining. I’d bet 50 bucks that she was the first Zodiac to “discover” alcohol. [Colors for her design: Blue, Deep Purples, Browns. Closest Relationships: Gemini and Aries. Human Name: Nova.] Butch Grey-Aromantic Homosexual/Femmesexual

Aquarius is an analytical and selfless individual. They approach solutions to situations practically and objectively, even if their heart tells them otherwise. They keep their emotions bottled up most of the time, and if they’re doing something, there’s a high chance they’re doing it for someone else. Before, that was okay, since it was just the Zodiacs; but on Earth, it makes her a bit of a doormat. She’s one of the more morally-misguided Zodiacs, and she can’t really identify when something is criminal. She has a hard time remembering that she can’t say things like “human pleasantries” or call people insignificant compared to herself. They like being alone a lot, but they’re not antisocial. [Colors for her design: Light-Blue, Silver. Closest Relationships: Leo and Sagittarius. Human Name: Aqua no she did not try.] Aromantic Asexual(will not kiss the homies u~u)

Capricorn is pretty much “i’m surrounded by idiots”, but they’re his idiots and he knows he loves them. He doesn't look anything special, but he can and will throw you across the room if you fuck with him or his idiots, especially when he’s tired. He is peak sarcastic bitch and has pretty solid bullshit detector. If one of the Zodiacs is asleep where they shouldn’t be or they’re just leaving somewhere, he usually hoists them over his shoulder. He’s generally reserved but the Hug Pile™, or really extreme amounts of platonic affection in general, make him really soft; half because he’s surprised that they honestly care for him that much. [Colors for his design: Brown, Black, Grey, Yellow, Yellow-Orange. Closest Relationships: Taurus and Cancer. Human Name: Kai.] Aromantic Asexual(will be kissed by the homies owo)

holy fukcing shit is that it. am i finally fucking done. oh sweet jesus im crying this took me so fucking long

sorry if anyone was worried about me, i’m fine. Art, drabbles, and headcanons for this are allowed, but please link this post and/or tag me(or just send it in asks). i’ll try to be productive on this, tho itll probably be in the form of mini scenarios and incorrect quotes.

Here are the songs that kept me from kms while i made this: Lost One’s Weeping by Neru, Namine Ritsu-Error by kyaami, Yukune Ruko-I Don’t Wanna Know by Narcissus, Nakakapagpabagabag by Dasu, Madness of Duke Venomania Eng Sub by IkuSuperbia, v flower-Close to You by kyaami, My Nocturnal Serenade by YOHIO, Len’s Growl-Ghost Rule by Teto Chan!, Fukase English-Never Gonna Give You Up, Fukase English-Your Reality.

pls feed me validation on this i tried so hard my brain hurts

#my story #big post #zodiac #zodiac story #human zodiac

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VF Pace Chapter 5: Heavenly Amore

Ash has been defeated by their love. Now the curtain of night falls…

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

Pace: Hey, you’ve got the Tarocco, right?

❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned ❤≪Ash≫ Tarocco

Person: We’ve got to carry out our orders!

Arcana: What happened to everyone?

Person: The Tarocco thief might have his reasons too…

Arcana: What is the Tarocco anyway

Pain: Joshua is…

Ash: No, I don’t have it

Pace: Okay. Guess we’ll go look for it then, Ojou

Felicita: Yeah

Pace: You’re coming with us

Ash: Huh? Why should I! And my name is Ash!

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

Pace: Hmm, we walked around for a while but didn’t find anything

❤≪Pace≫ Seems as usual

Food: My instincts aren’t working…

Place: Right, we were attacked on the deck

Pace: The sun’s setting too, so let’s call it a day. The tiger might show up too

Ash: The tiger’s not coming so don’t worry

❤≪Ash≫ Seems to be hiding something

Person: Since the tiger’s me…

Pain: I’m worried about Joshua

Pace: Huh?

Ash: Nothing. And anyway, I know where the Tarocco is

Pace: Wait, really!? Why didn’t you say so earlier!

❤≪Pace≫ Seems confused

Person: If you knew, you should have told us!

Food: I’m hungry from walking around…

Ash: Well…you didn’t ask

Pace: Then tell us. Where’s the Tarocco!

~*Scene: VF Staircase*~

Pace: Huh! We saw that guy yesterday! He has it?

❤≪Pace≫ Seems confused ❤≪Ash≫ Seems to be hiding something

Person: The fancy passenger!

Person: Why does he have it?

Person: Joshua seems normal during the day

Person: Then, this’ll be quick…

Ash: Wha? You guys know Joshua?

Pace: Ahh, we should have asked him about the Tarocco back then. I totally though you’d have it since you stole it, Ash

>There’s no point regretting it now

(+10 Amore)

>Whose fault is it that we didn’t ask?

(No Amore)

>Let’s go see him right away

(No Amore)

Pace: You’re right, Ojou. You always know what to say

Pace: That’s why I love you, Ojou

Pace: Huuh!? Is it my fault!?

Pace: *sob*…so mean, Ojou

Pace: Yeah, Ojou’s right

Ash: Joshua’s in the captain’s cabin. If you’re going I’ll wait here

❤≪Ash≫ Seems to be hiding something

Person: I’ll leave the Tarocco to them

Pain: Even if I went, there’s nothing I can do…

Link: I want to save Joshua

(*grab) Pace: The captain’s cabin then! You should come with us, Ash!

Ash: H-hey! Don’t pull me!

~*Scene: VF Captain’s Cabin*~

Joshua: Oh? What’s the matter?

❤≪Ash≫ Seems concerned ❤≪Pace≫ Seems as usual

Place: The sun will set soon

Person: This glasses guy is stupid strong

Person: This isn’t the usual Joshua…?

Arcana: We’ll introduce ourselves properly!

Person: What does he want to use the Tarocco for?

Arcana: The Tarocco needs to be handled by someone who understands it

Pace: I forgot to tell you yesterday! I’m Pace from Arcana Famiglia!

Pace: We’ve come to get the Tarocco back. It’s here, right?

Joshua: Arcana Famiglia… That name sounds familiar to me

Joshua: The head of the Family is Mondo… Is he doing well…?

Pace: You know Papa?

Joshua: Alright…I’ll return the…Tarocco…. However, I…

Pace: Huh, is he acting weird?

(*whirring) (*flash)

Joshua: …The “Wheel of Fortune’s” power will be mine…

Pace: Ojou! Stay back!

❤≪Pace≫ Seems confused

Person: He’s after Ojou!

Link: I’ll protect Ojou!

Person: This guy knows Papa?

Joshua: I can finally return to my proper form…

Joshua: “Wheel of Fortune”…give me your power!

Pace: He becomes a skeleton at night…which means he’s a ghost too…?

Pace: Looks like we’ll have to fight, Ojou

>How do you know Papa!?

(+10 Amore)

>We’ll fight him together

(+30 Amore)

>We have to run

(No Amore)

Pace: It’s no good, Ojou! He’s already a skeleton

Pace: If we don’t fight, we’re done for

Pace: Yeah, I thought you’d say that, Ojou

Pace: …We won’t lose

Pace: Even if we run, he’ll probably just chase us down…

Pace: And there might be other skeletons outside this room

Pace: Okay. We’ll attack him from both sides…Ojou

Felicita: Yeah

(*dash)

(*step) Pace: Hyaaaah!

(*whoosh) Felicita: Hya!

Pace: Hyah!!

(*whish) Joshua: Hah…!

Pace: Ack!

(*grip) Joshua: Hah!!

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

(*crash!)

Pace: Uwah!

~*Scene: VF Captain’s Cabin*~

Felicita: …

Joshua: You contracted the Tarocco…and that’s all you’ve got!?

Joshua: Offer your power to me!

(*whish)

Felicita: !

Dodge!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

Felicita: *dodge*

(*whack) Felicita: Ah!

~*Scene: VF Deck*~

Felicita: *slide*

(*shaky) Joshua: Raaaaa!!

Pace: Ojou

❤≪Pace≫ Ojou

Link: Follow behind me

Link: I love you, Ojou

Pace: Haaaa…

Pace: Porci Tutto…Trapassare!!

(*whish)

>Go from behind

(+10 Amore)

>Go from the right

(No Amore)

>Go from the left

(No Amore)

(*step) Felicita: !

(*whoosh) Pace: Take thiiiiis!!

Felicita: *jump*

(*whish) Felicita: Hya!

(*step) Felicita: !

Pace: Hyaaaah!

(*whish) Joshua: Hah!!

Felicita: !

(*slash) Felicita: Ah!

Pace: Ojou!!

(Skip the next duello box)

(*step) Felicita: !

Pace: Uraaaah!

(*whish) Joshua: Hah!!

Felicita: !

(*slash) Felicita: Ah!

Pace: Ojou!!

(Skip the next duello box)

Attack!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

(*crackle) Joshua: Guh…

(*dodge) Joshua: …!!

Pace: Ojou! Again!

❤≪Pace≫ Ojou

Link: Kick him next!

Link: I love you, Ojou

(*smile) Felicita: Okay

(*dash)

(*whish) Felicita: Hya

Attack!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

(*whack) Joshua: Urk!

Pace: Yes! Nice one, Ojou! My turn now!!

(*dodge) Joshua: …!!

(*whoosh) Pace: Uraaaaah!!

(*whack) Joshua: Graah!

❤≪Pace≫ Ojou

Love: Ojou, I L-O-V-E you!

Link: Keep him busy with your knives!

>My knives…!

(+20 Amore)

>A kick…

(+10 Amore)

>Next is…

(No Amore)

(*grip) Felicita: …

(*whish) Felicita: Hya!

(*step) Felicita: Hya

(*whish) Joshua: Hah!!

(*clang) Felicita: Ah!

(Skip the next duello box)

Felicita: *step*

(*whish) Joshua: Hah!!

(*clang) Felicita: Ah!

(Skip the next duello box)

Attack!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

(*slash) Joshua: Guh…

(*dash) Pace: Too bad, I’m here too!

(*dodge) Joshua: Hah!!

(*dash) Pace: Too bad, I’m here too!

(*whoosh) Pace: Here I go!! Hyaah!!

(*whack) Joshua: Urk!

(*huh) Ash: What’s with those two? They’re not saying anything but they’re perfectly in sync

Ash: So this is Arcana Famiglia…impressive. And Strawberry Head’s actually…pretty good…

Joshua: Grrrrrrr!!

(*rumble) Joshua: Find your way to despair…Un Labirinto Atmosferico

Felicita: !

Pace: Ojou, watch out!!

(*crackle) Pace: Ugah!!

Felicita: !

Pace: I-I’m okay…Ojou. That was nothing

❤≪Pace≫ Ojou

Pleasure: I protected Ojou…I’m so cool! You’ve fallen for me all over again, right!

Pain: Ow…

Felicita: …

(*whack) Pace: Ow! Why’d you kick me!?

(*hic) Pace: But, I l-o-v-e that about you, Ojou

(*smile) Felicita: Yeah

Pace: Alright, I’ve got the power of your love. So let’s end this!

Pace: The earth gives rise to strength…a power that dominates everything…!

Pace: Mamma Mia!

Joshua: Gaaaaah…!!

Liberta: Ojou!

❤≪Liberta≫ Seems concerned

Person: Is she okay!?

Place: That was really loud!

Luca: Ojou-sama!!

❤≪Luca≫ Seems concerned

Arcana: Was that the power of “Justice” that I’ve heard about!?

Pleasure: Pace is with her

Pace: Liberta! Everyone!

❤≪Pace≫ Seems happy

Pleasure: Everyone’s alright!

Pleasure: I’m so glad…

Dante: Ojou-san, the “Justice” card wishes to return to its proper form!

❤≪Dante≫ Seems concerned

Link: It’ll be up to Ojou-san and Pace

Person: So that’s Joshua…

Jolly: Ojou-sama, make a wish to “Gli Amanti”. Tell it that you wish to free the “Justice” card and ask it to aid you in using the “Wheel of Fortune”

❤≪Jolly≫ Tarocco

Place: This ship carries many mysteries about the Tarocco

Arcana: Our target appears exhausted. –Excellent

Nova: That’s Joshua…. The contractor of “Justice”, “La Giustizia”… and apparently Papa’s son

❤≪Nova≫ Seems as usual

Arcana: That man is Papa’s…

Link: I’ll leave it to them

(*shock) Pace: Huh, what? Everyone showed up all of a sudden. Were we the only ones left alone?

❤≪Pace≫ Can’t seem to handle it

Arcana: I’m not following

Person: They’re talking about that guy, right…?

(*smirk) Debito: Hey, Pace. You guys are supposed to finish this, so we’ll stay out of it

❤≪Debito≫ Seems as usual

Person: Well, Pace does get credit for protecting Bambina

Arcana: Just do something about the monocle guy already

Pace: Huuuh? I don’t get it!

Felicita: …

Debito: Hm, it looks like she does though…

Debito: Come on, look at Bambina

Pace: Ojou…

❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned

Link: With me…?

Person: It’s to save that man

>Pace, I want you to come closer

(+30 Amore)

>What are you whispering about?

(No Amore)

>Back me up

(+10 Amore)

Pace: Huh? Oh right, Ojou. I’ll be right there

Pace: I wouldn’t leave you alone

Pace: Huh!? I’m not sure why you’re mad!

Pace: I’m sorry, Ojou!!

Pace: Got it, Ojou. Just wait, I’ll be right there

❤≪Pace≫ Seems excited ❤≪Pace≫ Seems to want to cry ❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: I want to be near Ojou too

Person: Does that mean to hurry!?

Pleasure: I can’t leave Ojou when she’s so cute!

Debito: Wow, you’ve really got Pace well trained

❤≪Debito≫ Seems to be teasing

Pleasure: I can already see their future

Daily: I’ve got ask what they’ve been up to while they’re alone

Pace: Like this, Ojou?

Jolly: Amplify the power of “Gli Amanti”, and use it to spin the “Wheel of Fortune”…. That is why you are necessary, Pace

Jolly: If you fail to provide enough power…Ojou-sama will lose control. *chuckle*…

(*glare) Luca: Jolly! Don’t threaten them!

Pace: Got it…here we go, Ojou

Pace: Ojou! I…I…love you!! So I want to lend you my strength!

Gli Amanti: Hello, Ojou-san. It’s rare for you to call on me

Gli Amanti: You don’t have to speak. I understand the situation

Gli Amanti: I suppose I must apologize for this as well

Gli Amanti: Since its host has died and remains on this ship, the Tarocco cannot return to its proper form and remains in an inverted position

Gli Amanti: And the inverted Tarocco has even possessed its host…this usually would never happen

Gli Amanti: …*laugh*, here we go then, Ojou-san

(*float)

Felicita: !?

Pace: Mother…

❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: Even if you’ve forgotten…I’m glad we met

Link: Please watch over us…Mother

Pace: Mother, when we return to Regalo, I promise I’ll bring flowers to your grave!!

>Let’s go back to Regalo together

(+10 Amore)

>I’ll go with you

(+20 Amore)

>I’m glad everyone’s alright

(No Amore)

Pace: Yeah, Ojou…

Pace: Ojou…thank you

Pace: Yeah, I am too…

❤≪Pace≫ Regalo ❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned ❤≪Pace≫ Seems as usual

Pleasure: Even if you’ve forgotten…I’m glad we met

Link: Please watch over us…Mother

Pleasure: And I love you

Link: It’s a promise

Pleasure: Even if you’ve forgotten…I’m glad we met

Link: Please watch over us…Mother/i>

Pace: So? Where were you all!? Ojou and I were…

❤≪Pace≫ Seems concerned

Daily: We should have a celebration at the bar when we get back!

Place: Did we not run into them because the ship was so big?

Luca: We’re the ones who should be asking where you were, Pace!!

❤≪Luca≫ Seems concerned

Place: …He was alone with Ojou-sama! …The two of them, alone!!

Pleasure: I’m so glad Ojou-sama is alright

Pace: Huh? Me?

Nova: When we were split up, we all regrouped right away

❤≪Nova≫ Seems as usual

Arcana: That’s just common sense

Person: The Deputy Chief Executive is even more disappointing than the Ocean Idiot…

Liberta: You’ve got to stay calm! Prioritize your safety and getting a grasp of the situation!

❤≪Liberta≫ Seems as usual

Arcana: I learned that in Intelligence!

Pleasure: I’m so smart!

Liberta: Even I can do that

Debito: We’re talking about Pace the glutton here. He went to go find food after saying he was hungry, right?

❤≪Debito≫ Seems to be teasing

Daily: He’s already taken a bite out of Bambina, right?

Place: He’s definitely why there’s so many apple cores lying around the ship…

Felicita: Yeah

Dante: Oh, the fog’s cleared. Okay Liberta, go to the wheelhouse and set course for Regalo

❤≪Dante≫ Seems as usual

Person: I must teach him to do the job of the Chief Executive properly

Place: Let’s set sail!

Liberta: On it!

Pace: Hey, so you’re all just saying I’m useless?

❤≪Pace≫ Can’t seem to handle it

Person: Ojou’s the only one on my side!

Link: But this is just how we are

Felicita: *smile*

Ash: Hey so…is everyone in the Family as strong as you? And they really don’t treat you too well

❤≪Ash≫ Seems concerned

Person: I can’t tell how strong they are

Arcana: This was Joshua’s Family…

Pace: Huh? Uh, yeah… It’s always like this… haha

Ash: …So this is, Arcana Famiglia

Jolly: You should join the Family if you’d like. You’d be welcome to

❤≪Jolly≫ Seems to be having fun

Daily: I’ve found a new student…not bad

Person: Luca has been useless lately…

Ash: Don’t be stupid! I’m not interested!

❤≪Ash≫ Seems confused

Person: I didn’t say I’d join!

Person: What’s that sunglasses guy thinking…

Pleasure: I’m interested in Strawberry Head though…

Jolly: *chuckle* …But, you’ll be coming to Regalo

Jolly: You stole the Tarocco and contracted one of the cards. You must meet with Mondo

Pace: Then when we get to Regalo, you should eat some lasagna with us

Ash: If Strawberry Head’s going, I’m in. She’s stronger than I thought so I’m interested. I want to know more

Pace: Nope! Ojou belongs to me

❤≪Pace≫ Ojou

Person: All of Ojou belongs to me!

Daily: …And all of me belongs to her

Pace: Right, Ojou?

Felicita: *smile*

Pace: …I love you, Ojou

~*End of Scene*~

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Renegades Titanic AU Part 9

I genuinely dont know whats going on in this au anymore and I really need to develop the background more and incorporate that into the story BUT those are not my problem right now those are future em’s problems because she’s probably being a whiny little bitch. anyway enjoy! side note YEs I couldn't resist the chapter title deal with it.

part 8

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls

Nova turned her head left and right, peering down the hallway. She and Adrian had been lucky to have not been seen yet; everyone else was at dinner while they were below decks in the first class sleeping quarters. The hand she had placed on Adrian’s back lowered slightly as she saw someone turn down the hall. She quickly hid her face into his arm, her other hand reaching for his bicep. The last thing she needed was to be seen by someone who would know that Nova didn’t belong in that part of the ship and report her to the authorities onboard. Thankfully, Adrian had given her his coat, which hid most of her ratty shirt and trousers.

The door before them opened, and Adrian slid the key into his pants pocket. Nova followed him inside, breath catching in her throat immediately. When he had asked her if he could draw her after their rendezvous on the front of the ship, rather out of the blue, she had started to say no. But somehow, he convinced her, assuring her that they could do it in his rooms he shared with Oscar, who would still be at dinner with the others. It would be a private setting, he promised. So finally, Nova relented, allowing him to drag her to his quarters. Perhaps it was this new feeling in her body, a warm feeling, that made her cave. Perhaps it was the reason why she didn’t mind in the slightest, really.

“I told you it was proper,” Adrian said, a light smile upon his lips. “This is the sitting room.” He pointed a hand down a hallway. “My room and Oscar’s room are back there as well as a bathroom, and behind me is another sitting area with a splendid view of the ocean.”

Nova raised an eyebrow. “Splendid, huh?”

“Pop’s words, not mine.” He raised his hands up in defense, and Nova let out a soft chuckle. Her eyes roamed the room, taking in the amount of detail everywhere, even the walls. They may have only been two classes apart, but first class was clearly a world away from third class. Hell, Adrian even had a private bathroom. Nova, on the other hand, shared a tiny one with nearly ten other people in her hall. A small bit of her giddiness disappeared at the thought of how much his parents must’ve paid for this, and just for their son and his friend. She could only fathom how much they paid for the entire trip. Surely, if Ace was right in the amount of wealth they stole from him, then it probably left only a tiny dent in their fortune. A fortune that wasn’t theirs. Nova’s jaw tightened for a moment, but she forced it to relax. She was supposed to be happy right now, not dreading her past. At least, not for tonight. No, tonight, she would allow herself to be stupid and free and whatever the hell she wanted.

Adrian didn’t seem to notice her air of discomfort as he began to rearrange the furniture, pushing an ornate couch to the center of the room. He stepped back, eyeing the picture with crossed arms. Nova took a step toward him and wrapped a hand around his arm, heart racing suddenly.

“Surely you don’t plan on me putting my dirty pants on that beautiful fabric, do you?” she murmured, resting her chin on his arm as she looked up at him.

“The fabric is nothing compared to you,” he retorted, daringly reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Nova’s ear. “It would be blessed to have you sit upon it.”

While it was cheesy, Nova still felt her cheeks light up. “Well, my clothes clash with the room in general. You’re the artist, shouldn’t you know better?”

Adrian pretended to be hurt at her mock insult. “You dare insult my intelligence? Every artist in the world has a style and preferences. Maybe mine are seeing gorgeous, breathtaking, albeit irritating, individuals being drawn somewhere that reflects their beauty.” He gestured toward the sitting room. “Alas, this poorly lit room does not do justice for what my muse requires.”

Nova reached up on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Adrian, seriously. I can’t be drawn like this.”

“Why not?” He turned his body to face hers, pulling her closer with his free arm. “You’re stunning. Absolutely jaw dropping.”

She looked down, fixing her eyes on his chest. He didn’t seem to understand how out of place she would be, whether or not he liked the way she looked. “The aesthetic,” she said. “Wouldn’t it be ruined?”

Adrian stared at her for a moment, and she could tell he wanted to ask more questions. Instead, he just sighed and pulled away from her. “I can see what I can find in Ruby’s rooms, if that’s alright. She won’t mind, I’m sure.”

Nova pressed a grateful smile to her lips, although it was forced, and Adrian left. After a few minutes, he returned and placed a neatly folded piece of silky soft fabric into Nova’s hands. She changed in the bedroom, setting her own ratty clothing in a neat pile on a chair. When she walked out, Adrian was setting up his supplies. He looked up at her, pausing in sharpening his pencils. Nova bit her lip and glanced down at the floor, then stepped into the room fully.

“I’ve never noticed your bracelet before.” He reached for her wrist, his fingers sending shocks up her arm. “The craftsmanship is outstanding. Where did you get it?”

She watched him admire it. “My father made it before his death. It was one of his many talents, being able to create lovely things seemingly out of thin air. His works were praised.”

Adrian hummed in thought, turning her wrist over to get a better look at the detailing. He opened his mouth, looking like he was about to ask more questions, questions she wasn’t ready to answer yet.

Nova pulled her hand back. She covered it up by smiling and holding out a dime she grabbed from her pants pocket. “The last thing I need is to be drawn like some porcelain doll. As a paying customer,” she lightly tossed it at him, and he caught it as a smile began forming on his lips, “I expect to get what I want.”

He had her lie down on the sofa, one arm resting over her head and the other on the couch at her side, her hand coming up to pose just over her brow. It made her feel awkward, being this open, but she didn’t say anything. Adrian got to work immediately, pencil gliding quickly across paper. Nova had to hold back a smile at his focused expression. It was...endearing.

“So serious,” she teased softly, pouting her lips. Adrian seemed unbothered by her comment other than the light smile that graced his lips, and the subtle roll of his eyes.

The sofa was comfortable, almost comfortable enough for Nova to rest her eyes. She refrained, knowing what would happen if she closed them. So instead she let out a soft sigh and readjusted herself, welcoming the sudden dullness that started growing on the back of her neck.

For the most part, she remained quiet, enjoying watching Adrian be in his own element. It was like watching someone else, yet she had never seen him look more like himself. Every now and then, she made a small comment, but he either didn’t respond or told her to just relax. Not wanting to frustrate him, she did as he asked.

After what seemed like an eternity, he looked up, silently nodding in a way that told Nova he was done. She pushed herself off the couch quickly, ignoring her stiffened joints, and walked around his chair to look over his shoulder. The drawing, put simply, took her breath away. The young, vibrant, and dare she say beautiful muse that was on the paper looked nothing like her. At least, she thought so. Yes, it resembled her. The face was obviously hers, but Adrian had captured her in a way that made her seem...angelic. Pretty. Desirable.

“Skies, Adrian,” she breathed, leaning down closer to get a better view of it. Her hand reached out, ghosting along the edges of the drawing.

“Do you like it?” He craned his neck slightly to look at her.

Nova nodded slowly. “It’s...unbelievable. Breathtaking.”

“So I captured you perfectly, then?”

When she kissed him, she could feel the slow build up of tears. Every caress of his lips shook her to her core; every movement he made told her how much he adored her. Feeling cherished and wanted in such a way was so foreign to Nova that a tear escaped her eye. She quickly wiped it away before Adrian noticed, and kissed him harder. Somehow, the drawing found its way to the table beside the chair, and Nova found her way onto Adrian’s knee.

There was a sharp knock at the door, causing the two to jump apart. They blinked at one another, and then at the door when there was another knock, this one less patient.

“It’s probably just one of my parents,” Adrian began to say as Nova slowly slid off of his lap.

“I know you’re in there, Nova.” Her blood froze. Ingrid.

Eyes wide, she whipped her head back at Adrian. It was as if he could read her mind, for he stood and grabbed her hand, pulling her to another room in the apartment. The main door knocked again, louder, and Ingrid called Nova’s name once more. Adrian pulled open another door that lead out into the hallway just as she heard the front door open and slam shut.

Heart racing, Nova slipped out behind Adrian and closed the door softly. Then, hand in hand, they began a steady speed walk down the hallway.

“I think we’re in the clear,” Adrian murmured, squeezing her hand.

Nova let her shoulders relax just as she heard a door open behind them, and her name called in an angry voice. She cursed and tightened her grip on Adrian’s hand.

“Run!”

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #nova artino #Adrian everhart #Oscar silva #ruby tucker #danna bell #anarchists #nodrian #osby #my writing

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Malibu Desert

Moving across the state is a big change. Nova learns this the hard way.

Mayans MC Based Story

Fluff, angst, and more.

Language.

Master List

Chapter One

I wipe the sweat from my brow. I’d only been out fifteen minutes and I’d already broken out into a sweat. It’s always so fucking hot. Duh, you moved to the fucking desert. I had played that dialog in my head over and over again. Since I moved to Santo Padre. I wanted a place to start fresh as far away from my past as I could be. And this was it. Any further and I’d be in another country. I hope like hell it’s far enough.

The roaring of my neighbor’s motorcycle brings me out of my thoughts, Of course, the only other house on the culdesac drove a loud as fuck Harley. He gives me a nod of his head before pulling his bike into his drive. I can’t help but watch the leather-clad man as he dismounts his bike. He isn’t a big man but he carries with him a huge presence. I squint my eyes at the patch on his chest, El Presidente. Well, that explains the confidence.

“You alright, sweetheart?” his baritone echos. My cheeks flush red. Shit, he’d caught me staring, hard.

“Yeah,” I offer him a smile, “I must have spaced out for a second there.”

“Right,” he grins back at me, not buying what I’m selling for a second. Not that I was entirely convincing. ‘You’re new right? That house has been empty for years.”

“Just moved in last week. Still trying to get a feel for the place. I like it though, it’s quiet.”

“I like to keep it that way,” he starts walking toward his front door and I continue to my SUV. He stops and turns back to me, “You hungry?”

“I was actually headed out to grab something to eat,” I arch an inquisitive brow. “Why?”

“I made a pot of chili, wasn’t looking forward to eating alone,” he replies.

There were a million reasons why I probably shouldn’t have dinner with a man I don’t know. But none of them halted me in saying, “OK, sure. I’d like that.” I tuck my keys in the pocket of my denim shorts and cross my drive to stand beside him. He only stood a couple of inches taller than me, which I appreciated.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" He asked opening the door for me.

"Introductions, " I stepped over the threshold and into his living room. It was clean but clear by the decor that he was single. "I guess I missed that one what with all the gawking, " Why am I rambling like a fucking idiot? I take in a calming breath, "my name is Nova."

"Bishop, " his smile lit up the room. I jump when the wooden screen door smacked against the frame. I felt my heart thump uncontrollably in my chest as the panic starts to take over. "Breathe, " I heard him say as he guided me to his couch. The warmth of his hand on my face seemed to bring me out of it.

"Sorry… I…" I stumble over my words as I start to come down.

"No worries, " his voice calming. "Sit here. I'll get you something to drink." I nodded. I plotted in that minute where I'd rush back out the front door never to see Bishop's face again. But thought better of it since he was my neighbor I'd have to see him again. I couldn't exactly move across the country again because I embarrassed myself.

"Thanks, " I relax after taking a swig of the beer he offered. "I usually don't have a panic attack until I've known a person for fifteen minutes. Bet you're rethinking that dinner invite."

"I got ya, querida, " he spoke softly his hand resting on the small of my back. I guess I really looked like I was about to bolt. If the adrenaline hadn't been coursing through my veins I might have swooned.

After an hour or so I was calm and holding a bowl of chili in my hand. Talking and laughing with the man who was formerly a stranger. He was a vet and knew guys who had panic attacks after trauma. He didn't pry for details on mine but he recognized it. I wasn't ready to share. At least not yet.

"So your a nurse/artist from Malibu, huh?" He asked taking my empty bowl from me.

"Yes, " I stand up, "let me help you clean up. You cooked."

"There's an interesting story behind that I look forward to hearing," he shook his head at my offer. "I can handle putting bowls in the dishwasher." And gave me a wink. My complexion betrayed me, deepening the red on my pale face.

"I'll have to repay the favor then. I'm not much of a cook but I can bring you lunch sometime, " I lean against the kitchen island when my face returned to its natural state. The clock on his wall clanged eleven and I finally take notice of the time. "My first day is tomorrow. I better head home. Thank you again for the dinner and company."

He dried his hands and walked me out, "No, thank you." He pressed a soft kiss to my cheek before holding the door open for me.

"Goodnight, Bishop, " I can't help smiling my entire walk back to my house. I stole a glance back at him and flush again seeing that he had been watching me.

You are in so much trouble, Nova. I lean against the inside of the door feeling all kinds of things.

#Mayans #Mayans MC #Bishop Losa #Bishop losa x OC #smut #fluff #SOA #sons of anarchy #bishop losa x reader

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Laughter is the Best Medicine - Chapter Five

Poe Dameron/Doctor!OFC: Poe Dameron has joined the Resistance at the request of General Leia Organa, and he’s finally arrived on the Echo of Hope, the Resistance’s floating base of operations. While on board, he meets the Medical Director of the Resistance and... falls in love? We’ll see.

I’ve also posted this on AO3. Check my masterlist to see what I write for. Please only like, don’t reblog. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

No warnings! :) 1860 words.

It was a week before I found myself in the Command Center again, and this time it was because of a late night, last minute message from the General. I’d already eaten dinner and was in my office poring over new recruit physicals to sign off on when my commlink went off.

“Director Nova speaking.”

“Director, this is General Organa. Come down to the Command Center for a moment… I have something I’ll need your help with.”

“Right away, General. Be there in 5.” I turned off the commlink and threw the physicals back onto my desk, heading out of the room and into the halls of the base.

In no time at all, I was stepping into the Command Center, which was nearly empty except for the night shift staff, the General, and… Poe. What a surprise.

“You called, General?”

“Yes. I’ve asked Commander Dameron here to select pilots and techs for a new squadron. They’ll be going on a few specific, special missions for me, and I want you to handle the transition approval physicals for all of them.”

“Um, sure. I’m sure I could get together a few nurses to—”

“I want you to handle all of the physicals by yourself.”

“I, uh – what?”

“Since this squadron is being formed for a very specific, highly classified purpose, I want you, alone, to handle the physicals. The Commander will provide you with a list of pilots and techs he’s tapped for this squadron, and I want you to pull them from their daily duties tomorrow to run the physicals,” the General paused, “Will you be able to finish it all by tomorrow evening?”

I stared at her. “Um, I think so, yes. But, General, if I had assistance, I could get it done earlier,” she gave me a look, “But if you insist—”

“I insist.”

“—then I’ll get it done.”

“Good,” she paused once more, surveying me, “And would you object to being the only one in charge of their medical care if they get injured on a mission as a part of this squadron?”

I stole a glance at Poe, who was watching our exchange with restrained interest. I looked back to the General. “I don’t mind – my policy has always been that pilots are handled by the more senior medical staff anyways… so it wouldn’t be a terrible adjustment, I don’t think.”

The General nodded. “Good. Welcome to the Black Squadron then, Director.” And with that, she left the Command Center with a small bow of her head to Poe.

I turned to Poe. “Soooo… who’s on this list of yours?”

“Oh, you’re going straight to work already?” he teased, looking down at me.

“Yes, Poe. Physicals are incredibly time consuming, and pilots are notoriously uncooperative—” I gave him a look, and he shrugged, “—so the sooner I start, the better.”

“Fair enough. I’ll message it to you,” he said, reaching over to the holopad sitting on the table in front of him. He tapped a few spots on the screen, then looked up at me and smiled, spinning it around to face me, the Message Delivered! screen flashing in my face. “All done!”

I snorted. “Thank you, Poe.” I made to head towards the exit, but stopped and turned towards him once more, “You’d better cooperate with me tomorrow, alright? And tell that to all your lovely pilots – I mean business.”

He laughed. “Will do, Director.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I swear, we’ll be the best squadron that ever comes through your office.”

“You are all individually the worst pilots to come through my med-bay, so I find that very hard to believe, Dameron.”

“Oh, come on!”

The next day, I was in the med-bay an hour before I usually would be, holed up in my office comparing schedule after schedule – in an admittedly vain attempt to make my job easier. I huffed, throwing the last few bites of my decidedly unimpressive breakfast muffin in the compactor bin. I stood up, grabbed my holopad, and headed to the hangar. I’d decided last night that Dameron would be the first one through – I was hoping for some sort of scenario where he would set a good example for his squad mates – but I knew I was naïve to think such a thing would happen.

I knew it was shaping up to be a long day, too, the instant I stepped inside the hangar.

“Hey – Commander! – I bet she’s here for you!” Snap called across the hangar, a grin on his face, “Better run!”

“Snap! Ugh, just for that – you’re second!” I hurled a rubber gasket from the table closest to me at him, hitting him in the back of the head with a satisfying, light thud.

“Stars, woman! Poe, mate, it might be in your best interest to cooperate. She’s on the warpath today.” He called out, picking up the gasket and waving it above his head so the rest of the hangar could see it. “She threw a gasket at my head!”

Poe stood up from his spot under the Black One and ambled over to me, BB-8 on his heels. “A gasket, huh?” he said with a grin.

“A rubber gasket. He’s being overdramatic.”

“Sounds like him,” he grabbed a rag off the bench by the hangar door, wiping oil off of his hands, “So, I’m up first then?”

“Yes, you are,” I said, turning to leave, “Follow me, would you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As we walked through the halls on the way back to the med-bay, he turned to look at me, a funny look on his face.

I glanced at him. “Something the matter?”

“No, no. I just—well,” he paused, “I just wanted to say thank you. For doing this.” He gestured vaguely around us.

“It’s kinda my job, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to. You could’ve just as easily said no to the General.”

I snorted. “The only people who say no to the General are people who don’t have their heads screwed on right, Poe,” I sighed, “And besides, this gives me a chance to hang out with some of my favorite people on base while silently judging them on their health choices.”

He laughed, his eye twinkling. “You don’t actually do that, do you?”

“No, I’m just teasing. Ojo does, though. Rants about everyone on base whenever he comes in my office for something.”

He nodded, and we turned the final corner and entered the med-bay. I guided him to the first room, which was set up for physicals and other short examinations.

“I’ve screwed up my whole med-bay schedule for this, so please don’t make it difficult.”

He smiled, “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it, Doc.”

I snorted, sitting my holopad down on the table by the door. “Those are famous last words right there, Poe.” I walked over to him. “I’m going to do all the easy stuff first, and then we’ll move on to the more complicated parts.” He bobbed his head in acknowledgment.

“So, that means I’m going to need you to undo this top part of your coveralls.”

“Ohhh, I see how it is. Right away then, Doc.”

I shook my head and turned to grab the things I’d need for the first part of the exam while he fiddled with the coveralls. Something told me last night’s promises weren’t going to turn out entirely true.

It was a long day, filled by frustrating pilots. After Poe, I’d had to track down Snap (who’d conveniently hidden from me, so I made Poe find him), and then it was L’ulo L’ampar – who was the only cooperative patient of the day – and then Karé Kun, and then Oddy, and then Jessika – who’d cracked jokes the entire time and thus made it difficult to do my job. Despite all that, though, I managed to finish everything just in time for dinner. I sent the transition approvals to the General via holopad, and I opted not to spend dinner with the pilots. Instead, I spent dinner with Shana, Ilia, Ojo, and Nira – which was not entirely the change of pace I had been hoping for.

“So, did you have fun today?”

“Nope. Pilots are terrible.”

“Even Commander Dameron?”

I glared at Shana. “Not as much, but yes, even Commander Dameron.”

Shana hummed, turning to Ilia to ask her a question about work today. I listened for a moment, before my mind drifted away, and I found myself staring at the other side of the cafeteria where Poe sat amongst his squadrons. He was laughing at something, his eyes crinkling up in the corners and his whole body shaking. He looked so happy, and I suddenly felt very glad that I knew him at all. My fingers absent-mindedly reached up to fiddle with the stone charm on the necklace he’d given me when – as if he knew I was thinking about him – Poe glanced towards me, making eye contact. He smiled, and my heart fluttered as I smiled back. He reached up to his neck, mimicking my fiddling with the necklace, and winked. I blushed and looked back down at the dinner sitting in front of me.

When I looked back up, he was already occupied by his pilots once more, and I frowned to myself, tuning back into my friends’ conversation. Nira, however, must’ve noticed something had happened, because she made a face and me and asked:

“You good, Hera?”

I snapped out of my trance. “What?”

“I asked, are you okay, Hera?”

“Oh, uh, yea. Just lost in thought.”

“About that Commander of hers, probably.” Shana chimed in.

“He’s not my Commander, Shana.”

“You didn’t deny you were thinking about him, though.” Nira giggled.

I groaned, standing up. “The lot of you are absolutely terrible.”

“Oh, come on, Hera. Where are you going?”

“I’m kinda tired – it was a busy day today. I’m just going to my quarters.”

Shana looked skeptical. “Well, have a good sleep then.”

I nodded. “Same to you all.”

I threw out the rest of my dinner and walked out of the cafeteria. I thought I was home free when I made it all the way out without anyone calling my name – but I wasn’t.

“Hey, Hera!”

I stopped, turning slowly to face the familiar voice.

“Where are you going?” Poe asked, a shadow of concern in his eyes.

“Oh, uh, just my quarters – I’m a bit tired.”

He nodded. “Well, d’you want me to walk with you?”

“If you feel so inclined.”

He smiled, and slung his arm around my shoulder, guiding us down the hall. “Wonderful!”

I shook my head. “You’re way too happy at this hour.”

He shrugged, his thumb gently running back and forth over my shoulder. “Gotta make sure my favorite doctor stays cheery all the time.”

“Your favorite doctor?”

“Yep. My favorite doctor.”

“You hate being in the med-bay though.”

“But I love being with you, so. Favorite doctor.”

“Ever the charmer, aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.”

I smiled to myself as we walked down the hall. I liked where this was going.

#poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron #star wars fanfiction

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #205

Sat Sep 7 2019 [02:15 PM] Wack'd: Previously on Fantastic Four: Reed, Sue and Ben went into space with an alien lady named Adora to save her world from Skrulls. Meanwhile Johnny checked out a college for the rich and famous, where he is unknowingly targeted by an assassin who shoots lasers out of his camera and has atrocious facial hair [02:16 PM] Bocaj: Did they meet catra [02:16 PM] Wack'd: No [02:16 PM] Wack'd: It'd be better if they did [02:16 PM] Bocaj: They did meet Tigra though [02:16 PM] Bocaj: It’s a similar concept without all of the same trauma [02:17 PM] maxwellelvis: And to also recap, this is like the first time the Four have gone up against the Skrulls since the Lee/Kirby run, and their old enemies have gone up in the galactic food chain since then. [02:17 PM] maxwellelvis: They also no longer look like goblins. [02:17 PM] Wack'd: They're just in time for the end of the world!

[02:17 PM] Bocaj: If they don’t look like goblins the. What’s the point? [02:17 PM] Wack'd: Agreed [02:17 PM] maxwellelvis: See what I mean? [02:18 PM] maxwellelvis: This is the Skrulls at their peak. [02:18 PM] Wack'd: Skrulls are a superstitious and cowardly lot

[02:19 PM] maxwellelvis: This must be before the Skrull Emperor and/or Empress [02:19 PM] Bocaj: A lot of things have a Supreme in marvel [02:19 PM] Umbramatic: SUPREME [02:19 PM] Bocaj: The Kree, the skrulls, the sorcerers, the AIM [02:19 PM] Wack'd: The SuprAIM [02:19 PM] Bocaj: Nice [02:20 PM] maxwellelvis: No wait, that cannot be. [02:20 PM] Wack'd: Anyway the Skrulls are using hit and run tactics. Show up, fuck shit up, retreat from weapons range before the enemy has a chance to retaliate, launch another attack, repeat [02:20 PM] Wack'd: The upshot is that this buys Reed, Sue, and Ben a little bit of time before things get too bad [02:20 PM] Bocaj: I mean, good tactics if you can get it [02:21 PM] Wack'd: Yeah this is actually a clever way to establish stakes while still giving the team a chance to get their bearings [02:22 PM] Wack'd: SCANMAN! WITH THE POWER TO...SCAN!

[02:23 PM] Wack'd: I give Keith Pollard a 6/10 for wacky hat effort

[02:23 PM] maxwellelvis: In that big spread, I just noticed, you can see that the artist took pains to show that Adora's people aren't getting entirely curbstomped; you can see that they've managed to down about three Skrull ships, if you can figure out the color coding on the lasers. It's just, that's three ships out of... a lot more than that. So it shows that they're fighting courageously, but are still outgunned, outmanned, and almost out of time. [02:23 PM] maxwellelvis: S'a Kirby original, Dorrek's hat. [02:23 PM] Wack'd: Pollard's kinda toned it down but I guess it's the same general idea as this 60s one [02:24 PM] Bocaj: Skrulls have dogs [02:24 PM] maxwellelvis: I can't find a picture of him from then, but have this screenshot of Dorrek from the 1967 cartoon [02:24 PM] Bocaj: I want to believe in green shapeshifting doggos [02:24 PM] Bocaj: That’s not green [02:25 PM] maxwellelvis: Nobody was the right colors in that cartoon. [02:25 PM] maxwellelvis: It's got coloring errors worse than Star Trek: The Animated Series up the wazoo, and I'm pretty sure this show doesn't have the excuse of a colorblind guy doing the colors. [02:26 PM] maxwellelvis: Also love that Dorrek says it's not fair that the Fantastic Four are here when the way he's been waging war here hasn't given the illusion of any sort of fair fight. [02:26 PM] Bocaj: Love those giant ears [02:27 PM] Umbramatic: ye [02:28 PM] Bocaj: Apparently one of the skrulls reed turned into a cow (which was later turned into hamburger and eaten) was a relative of Dorrek’s [02:28 PM] Bocaj: To put it lightly he hates the fantastic four with all his hate [02:28 PM] Wack'd: So the Watcher creates the illusion of an incoming Earth starship, freaking the Skrulls out and causing Dorrek to point all his troops at it. And then the Watcher mopes a little about breaking his oath again [02:28 PM] Bocaj: All he does is break his oath [02:29 PM] maxwellelvis: I'll reiterate, Uatu is like the Doctor but lacking the backbone to actually chew his people out for their total non-interference policy. [02:29 PM] Wack'd: Meanwhile back on Earth...Johnny's already moving into a dorm! Things move fast at Security College [02:29 PM] Bocaj: Like the doctor I think he got put on trial once [02:30 PM] Wack'd: well that's not creepy

[02:30 PM] Bocaj: Wow that’s very illegal [02:30 PM] Wack'd: So it turns out this was all a Batman Gambit [02:30 PM] maxwellelvis: Wait, that’s illegal [02:30 PM] Bocaj: I can’t believe Johnny rebellious youth supports the police state [02:31 PM] Umbramatic: oh no [02:31 PM] Wack'd: That random lady who insulted Johnny for being intellectually uncurious and immature a few issues ago was hypnotized into doing so by The Monocle because by weakening his ego and making him doubt himself he'd be easier to convince to go to this school [02:31 PM] Bocaj: .... [02:32 PM] Umbramatic: oh [02:32 PM] Bocaj: Villains sure have incredibly specific plans sometimes [02:32 PM] Wack'd: He didn't have hypnosis last time we saw him but "murders people with camera lasers" is kind of a weak gimmick so I don't mind [02:32 PM] Wack'd: Also: Lanie had a point! Johnny should be more interested in the fact that he got go literally go to space numerous times [02:33 PM] Bocaj: Hypnotism is one of those powers villains tend to get for free [02:33 PM] Bocaj: I think super Skrull has it [02:33 PM] Wack'd: Oh hey another shadowy mastermind. Not sitting in a chair facing away from the camera though

[02:34 PM] Wack'd: What's the point of video calling if you're not going to show your face? Just call him on the fucking phone [02:34 PM] maxwellelvis: This doesn't surprise me. The Monocle just doesn't have the presence to command an entire story by himself. [02:34 PM] maxwellelvis: @Wack'd Ask the Sovereign [02:34 PM] Wack'd: Eh he was a hired goon in his original story too [02:34 PM] Wack'd: He's an assassin for hire [02:35 PM] Wack'd: So Johnny goes to bed. And then he and every other student on campus hear a compelling voice that leads them to the administration building. HYPNOSIS [02:36 PM] Wack'd: Also the compelling voice is calling Johnny "John" and. Nope. Wrong. never gonna get over that [02:36 PM] Wack'd: MEANWHILE BACK IN SPACE [02:37 PM] Wack'd: Oh hey this weird bubble city of survivors are from Xandar! [02:37 PM] Wack'd: Their planet it looks a lot less destroyed in the Marvel Cinematic Universe [02:37 PM] Bocaj: Yeah I don't think Xandar gets destroyed until 200something with the Annihilation story [02:38 PM] Wack'd: ...but it's [02:38 PM] Wack'd: it's already destroyed [02:38 PM] maxwellelvis: COMPLETELY destroyed [02:38 PM] Wack'd: this bubble city is all that's left [02:38 PM] Bocaj: I just realized that Xandar might be a riff on Kandar [02:39 PM] Wack'd: Aliens love brain uploading

[02:40 PM] Bocaj: What a perspective [02:40 PM] Wack'd: hahahaha ben points out they stole this shot from *forbidden planet* [02:40 PM] maxwellelvis: That's a heck of a way to preserve your culture, but I sure hope the brains are happy in there. [02:40 PM] maxwellelvis: Metahumor, or Marv Wolfman ribbing the artist? You decide. [02:41 PM] Wack'd: Anyway the Skrulls want this computer, or more specifically the fucking metric ton of power it takes to operate it, to give themselves an upper hand against the Kree [02:41 PM] maxwellelvis: Or, with the changeover in how comics are made, would that be more like directing the artist? [02:41 PM] maxwellelvis: And there we are. [02:41 PM] Wack'd: Probably conscious homage [02:41 PM] maxwellelvis: Gotcha [02:43 PM] Wack'd: Anyway the Skrulls come back! Fight scene! [02:44 PM] maxwellelvis: Anyways, I should have figured that this was motivated by either expansion or asset acquisition. [02:44 PM] Wack'd: Kinda weird that the Skrulls have ground troops (or, uh, anti-grav troops) rather than just using spaceships for everything [02:44 PM] Wack'd: But it gets us a fight scene, so [02:45 PM] maxwellelvis: It's a fool who commits all his resources to one branch of his military. Don't know if that's an actual saying about war and warfare, but I feel it's true, at least from my limited strategy gaming experience. [02:46 PM] Wack'd: I mean this is a little like if Germany sent troops into Britain during the Blitz. Really you're just risking blowing up your own dudes

[02:46 PM] Umbramatic: SPLAM [02:46 PM] Bocaj: Spinel [02:47 PM] Wack'd: Yes [02:47 PM] Wack'd: So! Reed, Sue, and Ben are knocked out and taken to the Skrull ship [02:47 PM] Wack'd: And so we cliffhanger into...*sigh* [02:47 PM] Wack'd: Nova #25 [02:47 PM] Wack'd: Dammit

#1979 #Marv Wolfman #Keith Pollard #The Main Book

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writesology · 5 years

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if you're still taking requests how about Dedede and Meta Knight's first encounter? I'd like to see your take on it :3

Of course! I’ll be taking story requests until the end of this blog, which will hopefully not be soon. I hope you like it!

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“Meta! Dedede!” Both turned in the direction of Kirby, who was running through the grass to meet them. “Got a question! How did you two meet?“

"Well, it’s quite a long story. Are you sure you’ll stay still while we’re telling it?” Meta Knight asked.

"Yes, yes, yes! I’ll try!“ Kirby sat down, wriggling excitedly as he awaited the story. "It’s been a while since we met, eh, Meta?” Dedede exclaimed, clapping his hand on the knight’s pauldron. “Might as well tell the story, or we’ll forget too."

Meta Knight glanced up at the king, a twinkle in his eye. "We’d never. One of us is always around the other… Kirby, get ready.” Kirby smiled.

"Don’t go too far, Dedede! Be careful if you go in the woods!“

"I got it, Dad!” Prince Dedede shouted at the top of his lungs. “I’ll! Be! Careful!” The prince stomped off into Whispy Woods, muttering to himself.

"Nova, Dad’s always so overprotective… yeesh…“ The prince sat down in the shade of a tree and picked an apple from the branch above him. He munched on it angrily and wiped off the juice that landed on his face. It was only after he’d finished his apple that he realized he probably should’ve brought a friend. He absolutely hated being alone; it made him feel scared and vulnerable and nothing like the brave prince he was supposed to be. Then a shiver ran down his back, and Dedede whirled around, dropping his apple core to the ground. A shadow rippled and he stood up, his hammer in hand and ready to fight.

"A'right, who’s there! Show yerself!” He shouted, trying to keep his voice from wavering. “I’m armed an’ ready to fight!” There was a swish of air, and Dedede turned just in time to avoid a sword to his face. The figure skidded on the dirt and turned. A small blue round puff… thing was in front of him, confidently brandishing his wooden sword. Its wings, too big for its body, dragged on the ground and silver eyes glared at him.

“Right! Come at me, puffball!” The prince bragged, beckoning for it to attack him.

“The name’s Meta!” Meta swiped at him, which Dedede easily blocked with the flat of his hammer. The prince then swung at the puff and knocked him into a tree. The puffball growled, standing up, and threw his sword at his opponent. The penguin yawned, knocking the wooden sword into the air tiredly, and stepped menacingly towards the puff, who was cowered on the ground and whimpering.

Dedede stopped. He considered beating the creampuff to a pulp, but where was the fun in that if his opponent couldn’t fight back? Instead, the prince put his hammer on the ground beside him and gazed at the puff.

“Here now, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” Dedede said, sitting down and petting the puff’s back. “What’d ya say yer name was again?"

The puff looked up, his face stained with tears and dirt. "M-Meta…"

"Well, Meta, I think we’re gonna be real best friends! I’m Dedede, the prince o’ Dreamland! An’ once I’m king, I’m gonna make ya a royal knight!"

Meta looked startled, his wings perking up in surprise- his tears stopped immediately. "Really? I can’t wait! I’ve always wanted to live in a really big castle!"

"Yep!” Then Dedede realized it was almost sundown, and his parents were probably worried sick about him like they always were. “Say, ya live nearby? I can take ya home if ya want.” That got Meta crying again, and because the prince had no idea what to do, he sat down and tried to comfort the puff again.

“I d-don’t have a home,” he replied sullenly, wiping his face. “I ran away from my daddy, Nightmare. He was evil."

"Well, uh… if ya don’t have a home, why don’t ya come an’ live at the castle with me? I’m sure my parents won’t mind, an’ if they object, I can sneak ya into my room! How’s that?” Meta smiled and climbed onto Dedede’s shoulders, letting the prince pick his hammer up.

“Okay! But since you’re the prince and all, do I have to call you Your Majesty..?“

"Nah! Jus’ call me Dedede, an’ leave the formalities for after I become king! And the two walked off into the sunset.

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"Mety Knighty had to leave once I became king, and since I was so bored then, I tried bein’ evil,” Dedede laughed. “I stole all the food, but ya gave me the ol’ what-for, Kirby!"

"I had been called to train as a Star Warrior,” Meta Knight explained. “Once I returned, I had received my full armor and Galaxia, and I was truly worthy of the title ‘royal knight’. Though, come to think of it, Your Majesty, you haven’t actually knighted me."

"Don’t need to! What, yer title ‘greatest warrior in the Gamble Galaxy’ ain’t good enough?"

"I suppose… say, remember when you had no idea who I was when I first came back from Star Warrior training?"

"Sure took me a while, hehe! Only removin’ yer mask told me fer sure!” Kirby grinned and silently left, leaving Meta and Dedede to reminisce about old times.

#borbsandpenguinsdeluxe #my writing #Meta Knight #King Dedede #this was really fun to write #thanks for the request!

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indescribablechoices · 5 years

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let this moment be the first chapter

Pairing: Sir Luke Harper x MC (Jess Woodmire)

Word Count: 1618

Listening Suggestion: That Would Be Enough - Hamilton

Fic Tag List: @brightpinkpeppercorn @kennaxval @scalpeljockeybrycelahela @nazariobae @cora-nova @missameliep (the next few I’m tagging is because you liked or reblogged my signal boost post, but didn’t say whether you wanted to be tagged, so I did it anyway, my apologies if this wasn’t what you wanted, and I can untag you) @rain18rain @pixieferry @watamidoing

Synopsis: Jess and Luke visit Luke’s estate together for the first time after its completion and their thoughts turn to the future. (warning; my likely historical inaccuracies)

“So, Sir Luke of Harper Hall… how things have changed since we first met.”

They looked at each other as they stood on the front step to the estate, the subtly sweet scent of the surrounding flower fields carried on the wind.

He took hold of her hand and pressed a tender kiss to it, “They have. To think, the first time I held this hand I was helping Miss Woodmire from her carriage. And now… it belongs to my wife, Countess Jess of Edgewater.”

“Not bad for a Master of Horse and the bastard daughter of a seamstress.”

He let out a soft laugh, “Not bad at all.”

“So come on, dear husband of mine, give me the tour of your estate,” she insisted.

He pulled a key from his pocket and used it to unlock the door, but before she could take another step, he swept her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold as she let out a breathless squeal of surprise. She threw her own arms around his broad shoulders, their grins matching as he carried her into the front hall, now fully constructed since the last time she had been here.

Since the wedding things had been hectic, having been away for their honeymoon and then returning to Edgewater to full take her place as Countess. Luke had been overseeing the construction of his estate when he could, but ruling Edgewater at his wife’s side took most of his time. Though, things were beginning to settle down, and for the first time in a long time Jess believed that they could now get along with the next part of their lives.

She leaned in closer and stole a soft kiss from his lips before he set her back on her feet, the both of them looking around the still empty hall.

“The building has been finished for a week now,” he told her as they wandered in a little further, hand in hand, “But it still requires furnishing. I’ve been told that the essentials have already been put in; the kitchen, a basic study and the beginnings of the master bedroom. Enough so that business can still be conducted here whilst the rest of the house is finished.”

She began peeking her head into every door she could, imagining the potential for each room before she looked back at him, “I can think of no one more worthy of a chance such as this.”

“A chance?” he asked.

“I will cherish the legacy that has been passed to me through Edgewater, but this is the chance for you to begin your own legacy. Harper Hall, and the Harper name will become an example for anyone who doubts that a good person with a good heart with humble beginnings can make their mark on the world. This will be your chapter in history.”

“Our chapter in history,” he reminded her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close, chest swelling with affection for this woman, her words truly setting in, “You are the Lady of Harper Hall, after all... My wife,” he added, quieter, softer.

“Your wife… I don’t think I will ever tire of hearing you say that,” she admitted.

“And I will never tire of saying it,” he murmured before kissing her.

She leaned into his embrace, returning the kiss before she smiled against his mouth, “Why don’t we take this tour upstairs, husband?”

He gave a soft hum of laughter, “Upstairs, hm? And which of the rooms is it that interests you?”

“The empty guest rooms, clearly,” she smirked, slipping out of his arms with a teasing glance before she headed up the stairs.

Their laughter echoing off the walls, he gave chase, the skirts of her dress billowing out behind her, her dark curls loose around her shoulders. He loved to see her hair down. It made her look more like the country girl she had grown up as rather than the elaborate updos that she wore once she arrived at Edgewater, particularly during her engagement to the now Mr Richards. But now that they were married, she wore it freely. She liked to style it on occasion, but it was her choice, not an expectation.

He watched her look at the ajar door at the end of the hall that clearly led to the master bedroom and she instead slipped into one of the empty rooms. He followed her, leaning in the doorway as she began to pace the edge of the empty room, her footsteps echoing off of the wooden floor, “So what is to be done with this room?”

“A guest bedroom most likely,” he said, “I admit I haven’t given it much thought. I have never had need of an extra room beyond the essentials before.”

“There is one essential you have forgotten, sir.”

“There is?” his eyebrows raised, “But our bedroom is already prepared and there is a study downstairs and-”

She paused and watched him getting flustered with a smile, “Well you are obviously woefully unprepared for this to be our home away from home, unless you intend for your wife to never visit you here,” she said teasingly, then started to walk the room again.

“Perish the thought,” he said, trying to desperately think of what he had forgotten.

“We will have a bookshelf here,” she traced her fingers along one wall before turning slightly, “And a rocking chair in this corner by the fire…” she stood in front of the window, the morning sunlight capturing her face perfectly, “And here… we shall have a crib.”

She glanced at him, watching as the realisation began to dawn on his face, “A crib?”

She tilted her head playfully at him, “It is the main feature of every nursery.”

“Jess,” he said her name softly, strained almost, disbelieving.

“Yes, Luke?”

His voice shook, “Are you…? Are we…?”

She stepped closer to him, taking hold of his hand and pressing it against her stomach, biting her lip to control her grin, “I’m with child. Our child.”

He let out a hard breath as tears sparkled in his eyes, “Our child…”

“Are you happy?”

His eyes met hers and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest as he drew her into a kiss. He rested his forehead against hers, “Happy doesn’t begin to even cover the amount of joy I am feeling in this moment.”

“Truly?”

“Jess,” he held her face in his hands, “You wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman… I truly am the luckiest man alive to have you in my life, and we are going to have a family together. We’re having a baby...”

“The first of many, I hope,” she said.

He let out a joyous laugh, tears slipping down both of their cheeks, “As many as you want, my love. We have two estates to fill with children.”

“Then we should take the moments we have alone together whilst we have them,” she giggled before she leaned up on her tiptoes to press a tender kiss to his mouth, “Take me to bed.”

His eyebrows raised a little, “Can we…? In your condition?”

She nodded, kissing him again, “Briar assured me that we can. Her mother told her it was fine when she found out she was pregnant a few months ago.”

“Good,” he groaned softly, drawing her into his arms to carry her to their bedroom.

He laid her on the bed, then turned to close the door. He knew they were alone in the house, but right now, he didn’t want to think about anyone or anything else outside of this room that wasn’t his wife or the precious life growing inside her.

As they lay together in the tangled sheets later, lightly dozing and drawing idle patterns on the other’s skin, Jess rolled onto her front, resting her chin on Luke’s bare chest.

“Boy or girl?” she asked.

“Well, if your plans are anything to go by we shall have plenty of both,” he smiled, reaching to brush her curls behind her ear, “But for our first? I always pictured us with a daughter.”

“You pictured it?”

He nodded, “Even before we were engaged, I allowed myself idle fantasies of what our life would be like if we could be together. She would have your curls, and my eyes. Mr Sinclaire would bring her endless books to read. Prince Hamid would tell her tales of his travels and promise to take her with him one day for an adventure. Mrs Marlcaster would be more than happy to take her on many hijinks. Miss Parsons- Well, soon to be Mrs Chambers, would teach her piano and how to paint. I would play my fiddle every evening for you both to sing and dance to. You would teach her every song your mother taught you, and she would be so good with the horses. She would be so loved.”

Jess didn’t realise she had been crying until she felt Luke’s gentle fingers wipe away her tears. She smiled at him, “She will be loved like that. I can’t wait for her to get here so our lives can begin together.”

He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her fully, pressing a kiss to her hair, “The time will fly by, my love, I have no doubt. But as you said, we should take these moments whilst we have them.”

She settled into his arms, tilting her head up to kiss him, “I love you, Luke.”

“As I love you, Jess. Forever.”

In the years that followed, they were blessed with four beautiful children; Daisy Annabelle Harper, Mary Briar Harper, Vincent Ernest Harper and Edward Hamid Harper. They were all raised with the unconditional love of their parents, and the affection of all of the extended family they were named for.

#desire and decorum #luke x mc #luke harper x mc #sir luke harper #sir luke harper x mc #jess woodmire #writing

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solartranslations · 4 years

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VF Nova Chapter 4: With a Smile from the Heart

A regret changed the future. A smile from the heroine’s heart caused a change in Nova…

~*Flashback: Mondo’s Office*~

Nova: There’s something I would like to speak about

Mondo: Yes?

Sumire: ……

Nova: I’m returning this

Mondo: What?

Nova: After that incident, I’ve tried not to think about this ring

Nova: But, I believe that I can’t hold on to it any longer

Nova: After what I did…I can’t be engaged to her

Sumire: Nova…

Mondo: We don’t blame you for what happened. In fact, you’re the one we’re worried about

Mondo: Your engagement was the result of your hard work

Mondo: Sumire and I both trust you. That’s why we gave you that ring. So don’t worry about it

Nova: …Thank you

Sumire: Of course, it’s a different if you actually don’t want to be engaged to her. What you want is important too

Mondo: Yes. We’ll leave the decision up to the two of you

Nova: I’m making this decision based on my own judgment. Felicita is not at fault

Nova: It’s the conclusion I’ve come to

~*Flashback: Courtyard*~

Nova: …It’s what I’ve decided on my own

Felicita: *smile*

Nova: ……

Sumire: …Aren’t you going to talk to them?

Nova: Wha

Sumire: Sorry. Did I scare you?

Nova: Mama…. No, I’m alright

Sumire: …So, about earlier. Nova…don’t you regret it?

Nova: …Huh

Sumire: When you looked at her…it seemed regretful to me

Sumire: Nova, this is just some advice from me. You don’t have to take it if you disagree…

Nova: Okay

Sumire: In my opinion, your parents have nothing to do with your engagement

Sumire: Which means you can decide on your future based on your own feelings

Sumire: Right?

Nova: …

Liberta: Oh! Nova!

Nova: …Ah, I’m sorry. I’ll get going now

Liberta: Huh? Mama…wasn’t Nova just here?

Sumire: Yes

Liberta: He didn’t hear us calling for him?

Felicita: ?

Sumire: Well…who knows

Sumire: *laugh*, I do wish he could be more honest

~*Flashback: VF Mess Hall*~

Nova: You really are always honest

Felicita: !

~*End Flashback*~

Nova: …Fel…

>Nova, wake up

(No Amore)

>Nova, it’s morning…

(+10 Amore)

Nova: …Nn…is someone calling…

Nova: …Felicita…?

Nova: …Nn…

Nova: …Felicita…?

Nova: …Oh. You were here…

Nova: …

Nova: …Ah…Uwah!!

Nova: Uh…um…sorry. …What was I…

Felicita: !

~*Scene: VF Mess Hall*~

Nova: I was dreaming. And then…um…

❤≪Nova≫ Seems confused

Pleasure: What did I do!?

Pain: So embarrassing…!

Person: She’s warm…

>You were calling my name

(+20 Amore)

>Was I in your dream?

(No Amore)

Nova: …Wha! …I-It was just because y-you were in my dream

Nova: So don’t get the wrong idea

Nova: …Yeah. It was…like you wanted to say something

Nova: It’s just because I couldn’t forget about yesterday

❤≪Nova≫ Can’t seem to handle it ❤≪Nova≫ Can’t seem to handle it

Pleasure: So embarrassing…!

Person: I didn’t mean to but I was dreaming!

Person: It’s your fault for being in my dreams!

Pleasure: So embarrassing…!

Nova: Don’t look at me like that! …I feel embarrassed thinking back at it

Felicita: *smile*

Nova: …!

❤≪Nova≫ Can’t seem to handle it

Pleasure: I’m just taking it out on her

Person: I can’t look her in the eye…

Nova: How can…you just smile like that

Felicita: ?

Nova: I’m…jealous of you sometimes

Nova: Because you can convey your feelings so honestly like that

Nova: I just can’t be like that. I always end up trying to push mine down

❤≪Nova≫ Seems concerned

Person: I wish I could be honest

Pain: I’m scared of letting it all out…

Nova: But, I know I can’t always do that. Seeing you makes me realize that

Nova: Like yesterday. I ended up yelling at you

>Yesterday was my fault

(+30 Amore)

>I wasn’t complaining

(No Amore)

>Don’t apologize, Nova

(+10 Amore)

Nova: No, I’m at fault too

Felicita: No

Nova: *laugh*…You sure are stubborn. But, okay. We’ll call it even

Nova: Oh…but, I still shouldn’t have acted like I did

Nova: I’m sorry for that

Nova: No, I shouldn’t have said that. I was too harsh on you

Felicita: No

Nova: I’m glad to hear you say that

Nova: When you ran out to get the ring back yesterday…

❤≪Nova≫ Seems concerned

Link: I feel both ways

Person: So I want her to know that

Nova: It’s true that I was angry that you acted without thinking again and got caught by Ash…

Nova: And I can’t forgive Ash for luring you out with that ring and putting you in danger

Felicita: Yeah…

Nova: But above that, I was happy that you felt so strongly about that ring

Nova: Because I feel the same

Felicita: !

Nova: That ring is special to me too. It’s the one and only ring that I gave you

Nova: So I’m happy

Felicita: Yeah

Nova: …I have a hard time controlling how I feel when I look at you

❤≪Nova≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: Her smile is my happiness…

Nova: I’m angry one minute, and happy the next. It’s a mess

>Which is how you really feel?

(+20 Amore)

>Just be honest, Nova

(+10 Amore)

>Really…?

(No Amore)

Nova: How I feel…

Nova: It’s true that I haven’t been able to express how I really feel

Nova: …So you’re telling me that too

Nova: But you’re right. I haven’t been able to properly convey how I feel

Nova: Yes. That’s how I feel

Nova: I guess I really haven’t been able to tell you

❤≪Nova≫ Seems nervous ❤≪Nova≫ Seems nervous ❤≪Nova≫ Seems nervous

Pleasure: My true feelings…

Pain: Was I afraid of being rejected?

Pleasure: It’s not that easy for me to be honest

Pain: I’m no different from how I was in my dream like this

Pleasure: I don’t want her to misunderstand

Pain: It’s hard not being able to tell her…

Nova: Until now, I think I’ve only been able to tell you about half of what I feel

Nova: I always end up swallowing my words…

Nova: Even though I really wanted you to know how I felt…

❤≪Nova≫ Seems nervous

Link: Even if it’s just a little at a time…I want to tell her

Person: Can I say it if it’s to you?

Nova: You and Liberta told me before, didn’t you? That you won’t know how I feel unless I tell you

Nova: So I should…

Nova: I really haven’t grown at all

>I want to know more about you

(No Amore)

>Tell me more about you

(+5 Amore)

Nova: …Ah. Why do you…

Felicita: *smile*

Nova: I can’t win against you…

Nova: …Tell you…

Felicita: *smile*

Nova: Don’t expect much. It’ll probably just be the usual

Nova: Alright, then look into my heart. …I think that’s the best way for you to know how I feel

Nova: I want you to know how I really feel

❤≪Nova≫ Seems nervous

Link: All of me belongs to you

Link: I want you to know…

Person: I want…I want to stay beside you

>You love me?

(No Amore)

>Your heart is full of me…

(+20 Amore)

Nova: …D-don’t say that with a straight face

Nova: Wait no, nothing changes if I say that. …I love you

Nova: …Yes. You looked into my heart with your powers. So that must be the truth

Nova: I’ll be honest. Right now, I’m only thinking of you

❤≪Nova≫ Seems nervous ❤≪Nova≫ Seems nervous

Person: I can’t think of anything else right now

Pleasure: I finally told her…

Person: You’re the only one in my heart

Pleasure: I finally told her…

Nova: I’m not half asleep this time. I’m doing this because it’s how I really feel

Nova: I want to stay beside you

Nova: …Is that okay?

Nova: Thank you…Felicita

Nova: I’ve realized that I really can’t control how I feel. And that’s…because of you, Felicita

Nova: …Being honest like this might not be that bad

Nova: Because I can see your smile

Nova: Ash is probably in the captain’s cabin. This time, we will get that ring back

Nova: Let’s go

~*Scene: VF Staircase*~

Nova: There you are, Ash

❤≪Nova≫ Seems as usual

Place: As I thought, he’s right where he was yesterday

Arcana: We’ll take back the Tarocco

Person: And the ring too

Ash: … Strawberry Head and Pea. You’re late. I thought you’d given up

❤≪Ash≫ Seems as usual

Pain: I won’t hand over the Tarocco

Person: For him, I’ll…

(*shing)

Nova: There’s no way we would give up

Nova: As the Executive of the Chalices of Arcana Famiglia, I have orders to retrieve the Tarocco you stole

❤≪Nova≫ Seems concerned

Link: You being beside me gives me great strength

Person: I want her to watch…

Nova: …And, as Felicita’s lover…I will take that ring back from you

Nova: I will be taking back both

Ash: Heh…you’ve changed, Pea. Aren’t you confident?

❤≪Ash≫ Seems concerned

Person: This’ll be more fun than yesterday…

Person: For him, I’ll…

Ash: Haaaa!

Felicita: …

Dodge!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

Felicita: *dodge*

Nova: Yeah, that one was simple

Felicita: !?

(*clang)

Nova: You don’t only have one opponent

Ash: …There’s something really different about Pea

Nova: We will get the Tarocco back, even by force

Nova: And the engagement ring too

Ash: Heh, interesting…okay, I’ll give both the Tarocco and ring back if you win

Ash: If that’s decided…let’s not hold back!

Nova: Let’s do this!

Felicita: …

(*whish) Felicita: Yah!

Attack!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

(*whack) Ash: …Guh

(*dodge) Ash: Haha, having knives is meaningless if you can’t hit me

(*whish) Nova: Hya!!

(*dodge) Ash: Even if you swing with all your strength, it won’t hit me

Nova: That carelessness will cost you your life

Nova: Haaah!!

(*clang) (*whish)

(*clash!)

Ash: Whoa…I can read your movements after seeing it a few times

Ash: You’re naïve taking me on alone!

Nova: Are you sure…I’m alone!

(*whish)

(*grip) Felicita: …

(*run) Felicita: Hya!

Attack!

>Hit

(+50 Amore)

>Miss

(-50 Amore)

(*slash) Nova: Good one! You’re timing’s perfect

Felicita: !?

Nova: Whoa! It’s dangerous, so stay behind me

(*grip) Nova: We’ve got you cornered…let’s finish this

❤≪Nova≫ Seems irritated

Pleasure: It’s our win

Person: Will he really give them back…

(*step) Ash: That was close…the Pea really isn’t holding back

❤≪Ash≫ Seems to be having fun

Person: I’ll admit he’s strong

Pleasure: It’s a shame he’s so stubborn

Nova: Didn’t you say we shouldn’t hold back?

Ash: I did. But I wasn’t that serious

(*glare) Nova: I’ll fight with all my strength to protect her. How’s that a problem?

Felicita: !

Ash: …Heh, you really are different. And…Strawberry Head over there is strong too

Nova: Hey, are you mocking us?

Ash: Not at all. I’m just praising you as an opponent

Ash: You aren’t like you were yesterday

Nova: What…?

❤≪Nova≫ Seems concerned

Person: I can’t read him…

Link: I’ll make sure he keeps his promise

(*reach) (*clang)

Ash: I lose this time

~*Scene: VF Staircase*~

Ash: Here you go, as promised

❤≪Ash≫ Seems concerned

Pleasure: It’s proper to return what I’ve received

Person: I underestimated them…

Nova: The “Magician” card and our engagement ring…

Ash: Yeah. That’s everything I had of yours. Now there’s no problem, right?

Nova: No, there’s one more. Where’s the “Justice” card?

❤≪Nova≫ Seems concerned

Person: If this is his “equivalent exchange”, what else does he want?

Person: He really just gave them back

Ash: The “Justice” card? I don’t have it

Ash: That card…is with Joshua

Nova: Joshua…?

Ash: You saw him yesterday, right? He’s that weirdly well-dressed skeleton

❤≪Ash≫ Seems concerned

Person: I want to save Joshua

Pain: How do I save him?

Nova: Why does he need “Justice”?

Ash: …I don’t think it’s Joshua who needs the card. It feels like that card needs Joshua

Ash: I’ll tell you the details as we go. Follow me

Nova: …

Ash: I won’t ask you to trust me. But I’m a disgrace as an alchemist if I don’t follow an equivalent exchange

Ash: I lost to you two. So I’ll help out to make up for the trouble I’ve caused

Ash: And…I think I can trust Joshua with you two

Nova: He’s surprisingly courteous

❤≪Nova≫ Seems shocked

Person: Maybe I was wrong about him…

Arcana: But what is Ash’s motive?

Felicita: Yeah

Ash: Hey, Strawberry Head and Soybean! Hurry up!

Nova: Soybean…I take all that back!

❤≪Nova≫ Can’t seem to handle it

Person: First Pea…and now Soybean!?

Person: I thought I saw his good side and now he’s making fun of me…

(*glare) Nova: Hey, wait! I won’t have you calling me that!

Ash: Why not? You’re a pea, right? See, I’m totally looking down on you

❤≪Ash≫ Seems to be having fun

Link: I want to talk with these two

Person: They’re tiny, but they seem reliable

Nova: …I’ll kill you

Felicita: … *smile*

~*End of Scene*~

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