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yourstrulyaiko · 2 years

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PERHAPS, I HAVE MET YOU?

➵ sypnosis: when you discover that the painting in a historical museum resembles you.

➵ pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

➵ warnings: description of violence, sexual themes, gore, angst

➵ tropes: historical au, reincarnation au, game of thrones au

Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE. This is absurd. No, no. Someone has to be playing a game. A prank. It was easy for this museum to do after all, however, what could ever be the reason for them to do this? Nothing. There is no absolute reason at all. Why would they?

You felt sick to your core. You didn't know how to feel, your body either wants to sprint miles away far, far away from this place or pick up razor-sharp weaponry, with your heightened amygdala didn't help your situation. You couldn't think rationally. No pause and think for a second.

Fear that consumed you as if your body was dunked in a deep, dark, wintry numbing body of still water, topped with a part, puny ice that cracked and shattered under swallowing you whole while walking through. A white mist fogged your head. Your head spinning. Legs buckling underneath. Stomach-churning. Heart piercing and threatening to burst right through your chest. Rigid. Clammy. Speechless. Faint.

What the fuck? What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK!

It has to be a coincidence. It has to be. That's the only sane explanation as to why you, a nobody, somehow ended up in a historic painting that is a large, crucial part of history that shaped a whole generation of a powerful country, proud people and rich in culture.

There is just no way. No damn way.

You clamp your hand over your mouth, failing to even out your breathing, a glossy sheen that formed into an endless flowing stream. Hair that clung to your skin.

"Miss?"

Startled. You snapped to meet towering, muscular muscles rippling from his tight fitted vermillion shirt. A short mess of fluffy tufts of an emerald that remnants of new forest foliage greeted by the sunny golden rays, sticking out in odd directions, framing his sharp, defined jawline and slightly chubby cheeks with blotchy brownish specks that splattered among his pale skin. Large round orb, his bright glimmering irises the same shade as the mop of hair.

"S-Sorry... I just..." Running your hand over your face taking a deep breath in through your nose. Out your mouth, "I was j-just feeling overwhelmed about..."

You look up to meet his eyes.

" Stuff. "

"I-It's alright! You seem a little stressed out, I just wanted to check up and see if you're okay. Miss...?" His words trailed off, reaching for the back of the base of his neck, jade eyes darting everywhere else but yours.

"(Last name). (Last name) (First name). No need to worry, I'm alright, thank you." Wiping your damp palm on the pastel lemon tulle fitted bodice of your floral dress as you held out your hand for a handshake towards the young man, "Nice to meet you."

"Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you too." He introduced himself with a gentle smile shaking your hand firmly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I appreciate your concern and thank you so much, but I just needed some fresh air to clear my head. Again, thank you." You smiled politely, "I am heading home now. Once again, thanks for checking on me but, don't worry too much! I'm okay!"

Raising your hand to wave him goodbye, heading towards the elegant golden colossal gates.

Midoriya's gentle smile fell off his face as a serious one took over, he reached up to his ear and pressed the tiny dotted earpiece.

"Uraraka-san... There is no doubt... Yes, she just left the museum."

Stumbling. Confused. Fear. It can't just be a coincidence, right? You sighed, collapsing down to your knees, head flashing back to every detail of the painting, struggling to push yourself up back to your feet. You slowly dragged your feet. The quietness of your apartment seemed deafeningly suffocating. Normally, it was comfortable like a warm blanket around you during the cold winter evening accompanied by the soft hum of music. You just wanted to be swayed away by the flow of relaxation and calm. Plopping down on your sofa, releasing a deep breath that you didn't realize you have been holding in.

Headache pounding non-stop like time. Flashing like blinker lights. Throwing your forearm over your eyes to block out the golden streams through the window.

"𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈?

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈...?"

Ivory finished dressing table, large mirrors with golden floral engravings and painting decals, in a Louvre style. Rows of drawers and jewel handles, handmade luxurious cosmetics placed neatly on top, the shade of bleached pearl shade handheld mirror and hairbrush studded in a similar design. Trays of endless hair accessories, and endless assorted gowns all in different colours and styles. Layers upon layers of deluxe fabrics, some studded with blinging jewels, lace trimmings and simple bows.

You blinked, finally coming to your senses. Nimble fingers running through each strand of your head of tresses, the familiar warm scent greeting like heartwarming memories helping your hair stay hydrated and untangled. You very much admire anyone who puts the time and effort into dolling you up and assisting with your every need.

"... Is coming to style your hair today. She had asked me to prep your hair as she is running late today. She extends her apologies to your highness."

"It is quite alright. I do recall she is going to be married soon. It is quite a time-consuming process."

"Your majesty, (First name), forgive me. It has slipped my mind, there is a letter from-"

Your eyes shot open. Pounding headache hammering against your skull, you would have at least hoped that your nap would have helped to nurse it but it seemed to have gone worse than ever before. It was even worse the fact that it felt like it was blinking fluorescent light, you hated this feeling, you felt nauseous. The room spinning out of control. No matter how hard you squeeze your eyes shut, it still felt as though that whirling non-stop.

Dragging your feet across the floor, reaching for your kitchen cupboard for an Advil which will hopefully alleviate the throbbing pain, swallowing the iridescent sheer emerald pill following it with a glass of water you poured yourself. Sighing for the nth, supporting yourself on the counter, still feeling the tingling nostalgia at the back of your mind, the tips of your fingers and down your spine. It was bothering you. Suffocating. Uncomfortable.

The blaring high pitched tone of your mobile nestled deep in your bag, broke you out of your trance, shakily you rummage through.

"H-Hello?"

"Hiya! So, how was it?!" The person on the side of the line spoke up, " You've been talking about it for weeks and counting down for too! Now, tell me, tell me! You normally would be talking about it right now! Is it as beautiful as you suspect?"

"I-Uh..." You stuttered, you aren't sure. Should you? It would be just incredibly strange to blurt out about ... That. There is no absolute reason for you to bring it up, however, it is indeed such a creepy coincidence for you to be looking like a mirror copy of someone from the past. Not to mention with the exact same first name maybe your parents like the name? Or maybe they just like the Queen that much to name you as such? It is a pretty name afterall. There's no denying that you've met people with the same name as yours.

But, you'd look crazy. Who wouldn't? A hallucination perhaps? You're exhausted perhaps?

" Hello? (First name)? Are you there? "

"Y-Yeah..." Plopping down on the sofa, "Sorry... I'm not feeling particularly well today. I'll call you tomorrow? Or see you at work tomorrow?"

" Oh! You should have told me that in the first place! I told you, take care of yourself first! Don't keep pushing yourself; eat dinner and drink lots of water. Take a day off if you have to, okay? "

"Alright... I promise. Thank you, Mina. Love you!"

" Love you too babes. Now rest! Love you too! "

Tossing your phone aside. This situation was still bothering you, glancing over to your laptop on your coffee table calling out for your attention, reaching out to the trusty old Google. It may be more common than you think, some people may have experienced the same thing as you did, some look like celebrities. The world is huge. 7 billion people on this Earth.

Trembling fingers tapped away on the search bar,

'I look like a painting from 5000 years ago. Is that possible?'

About 424,000,000 results (0.74 seconds). Knitted eyebrows, darting across the screen for any answers. Anything. However, there nothing came up to what you have come to look up.

'Do modern humans look different than the ones who existed 5,000 years ago?' Quora.com- Nope, not what you are looking for.

'This is what mysterious ancient humans might have looked like.' CNN.com. Not this either.

'How the Human Face might look in 100,000 Years.' Forebes.com. Not even close.

Then there's the section saviour among all, the wonderful 'People who also asked, 'What does it mean to look like someone?' , 'What's another word for looking like someone?' , ' Doppelgänger' and 'Reincarnation theory'.

Doppelgänger (German: "double goer"), in German Folklore, a wraith or apparition of a living person, as distinguished from a ghos-

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Doppelgänger (literally "double-walker") or doppelganger is a biologically unrelated look-alike or double, of a living person. Other traditions and stories equate a doppelgänger with an evil twin. In modern times, the term twin stranger is occasionally used. The word "doppelgänger" is often used in a more general and neutral sense, and in slang, to describe any person who physically resembles another person.

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' Reincarnation Theory'

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Reincarnation theory, also known as rebirth or transmigration, is the philosophical or religious concept that the non-physical essence of living beings a new in a different physical form or body after biological death.

Evidence suggests the reality of reincar-

Worldwide, children can be found who reported that they have memories of a-

More than 2,500 cases-

There are significant numbers of well-document cases of the following kind. At the age of 3 or 4, a child starts to make claims about their past that do not correspond to anything that has happened in their present life.

The accuracy of the memory claims is striking and there seems to be no possible normal explanation for this. The child also has certain character traits, interests and skills which correspond closely to those who have passed; and, perhaps, physical character, such as a birthmark or wound, which closely resembles a characteristic of the earlier individual. Further-

You shut your laptop close. Enough. Enough for today. It's too much, you are already left in the dark and any of your google searches are not helping, you are digging yourself in a deeper hole. Headaches. Nothing would help if you stay on this pathway of discovering such things... What would you do once you find all the information you needed? Then what? There was no point in this. It's not like you're going to be rewarded or meet these people from the past. You'll be regarded as crazy.

That's what you thought as your hand mindlessly reach for the bright red, what looked like a fresh bight red raised scar running to your chest.

It's better to leave things in the past.

Mind running throughout the night. Restless. Twisting, turning and thrashing. It was no use despite the efforts you have put on, it was glued permanently to your mind. The store was quiet so was the streets with occasional cars whizzing by, your thoughts were loud. Almost deafening. It seemed like you were lost in your little world, nimble fingers mechanically moving to wipe down the individual shiny glass. Ears didn't pick up the soft relaxed footsteps approaching her from behind.

"Excuse me." A hoarse yet kind and somewhat gentle sounding tone made your skin crawl. You spun around to face a man, who made every sense and nerve of your body scream in danger, this man is a literal walking corpse. You wondered how one person could even be pushed to this point, his skin lacking pigment almost to the point of it being grey with a tinged yellowish undertone as if not an ounce of life was present nor blood pumping through his vein. Leathery, rugged scathe skin, the prominent dark blue and purplish bags and scarring under his eyes. Lips were chapped to the point that it is cracking, encrusted with blood in a dark shade of red almost black.

You cleared your throat, shakily placing your hands on the counter leaning your whole weight, your shaky legs were beginning to go numb like at any second you'll suddenly collapse down to the floor.

"Hello... I'm sorry, we're not open to serving customers yet."

"Is that so?" He hums almost in a threatening way.

You gulped audibly and a bead of sweat, you swore you saw the glint of menace sheen over his eyes

"I-It's fine! You're the only customer right now. I can make an exception." You make up an excuse on the spot, brushing away the discomfort you were feeling, you didn't even get the chance to grind the coffee beans yet and it's going to take a bit of time. Nonetheless, you take a deep breath in. Put up the best customer service smile you could muster.

"What can I get you today?"

"Black coffee." He blurted, almost falling into deaf ears. You nod as you quickly scrambled over to the counter as your trembling finger reaching for the smooth-surfaced porcelain mug, it all clicks in your head that you did not ask whether or not this man was staying in to sip on the cup of joe. You mustered up the courage with little to nothing left.

"Sorry sir, I apologize, are you taking it to go?"

He hums.

"I'll take that to go." It was such a relief on your end. You almost let out a sigh of breath, you didn't want to be walking around on eggshells around him, there is no doubt in your mind that this man is walking a red flag. Yet you didn't want to raise any suspicion that you are shaking in your boots, of what he may be capable of doing, hell he could do anything now to harm you since no one is around to lend a hand when you're in desperate need.

The annoying whirring of the grinding of the coffee beans managed to drown out and calm your nerves, you could still feel his icy gaze burning the back of your neck, you tried. You tried your damndest to not let it show how much it is creeping you out. He might eat that fear just to get to your head or just for his amusement, he seems cynical enough to do that. the tightness in your chest. Heart erratically banging on your chest. You're sure he could he hear from where he stood. Ticking clock on the wall. Echoing in your ear. Everything seems to blur into place. Hands trembling.

"Here's your black coffee," You slid the cup to him, "That would be 350 yen. Would like some sugar or milk with that?"

"... (First name)..." He whispers mostly to himself yet you could hear it loud and clear.

"I'm sorry?" Your breath hitched

He eyes you up and down as he takes the cup to his lips slowly, taking a large gulp of the scalding dark coffee and humming in delight, then reaching deep into his trench coat pocket. You held your breath preparing yourself for the worse outcome, your mind snapping back to the good times you have with your friends and the amazing life you have lived. What shocked you the most was the unfamiliar yet what seemed like bittersweet memories pictures popping up like vintage reels in a movie scene; an unknown with bleach ash-blonde hair reaches for your cheeks affectionately, a kiss filled with sweet passion and condensed pack full of romance and stripped down to vulnerable nothing as his lips ghost on your bare shoulder. Sharp rubied eyes. Blood ink splattered upon his pale skin. Calloused hand as he wields a glinting sword from the leather sheath around his waist. His strong, bare rippled back facing you.

It caused a spark of heartache. Longing. Desire.

"Calm down." He tossed his payments onto the counter, his nimble fingers pointed at the metal-plated name tag pinned to your shirt by your left breast, "It's crooked and keep the change."

He takes one last look at you before taking his leave. You support yourself on the counter on the counter, swallowing the ball that formed in your throat, blinking away the hot tears in your eyes. The anxiety. Head was swimming with thoughts screaming in panic and the siren of threatening situations. Waving red flags.

You wish to never meet him again.

"(First name)?" A familiar sweet voice followed after the wonderful sweet melodic chimes of the bells at the door, you popped up from behind the counter still shaky, your friend seem to pick up your unnerved self. Her light brows crumple together, feet moving quickly together as she walks to your side.

"Are you alright? You look clammy."

"It's... Stuff." You said solely.

"Opening shift is shit, huh?" Hakagure laughs lightly to ease the tension, the laughter died down when there are still traces of trepidation and nails picking at the delicate skin around your nails that had turned raw, "Whoah, okay why don't we sit down and chill for a moment?"

Toru takes your hand guiding you to a table.

"I'm fine, Toru." You tried to reassure your friend, her lips curled disapprovingly and her light icy blue orbs looking serious juxtaposing her usual cheerful warm ones. It was strange really and uncomfortable.

"Well, I don't believe, something got you spook." Toru brushes off your blatant lie that rolled off your tongue so easily,

"I'm making some tea, just sit down and relax."

You take a deep breath, hands on your lap as your eyes trail outside the window, the glistening snowflake dancing delicately like poise dancers from the greying sky down to land, frozen heaven water glitter in its most artistic form. Once again, rubied eyes flashed like windowed photographs as if you were going through photo albums. The pure joy. Safety read aloud. You wonder, whose appealing and gently powerful that brings a sense of security? Perhaps it is just your wild imagination, yet so vividly painted.

A tray set of teacups and teapots, you caught a whiff of freshly brewed tea with a combination of floral and yet sweet, an earthy combination. It has hints of mint to it.

"It smells..." Like a memory, "It smells great. What is it?"

"Lavender tea. I heard it helps with calming your nerves down, I thought you would enjoy it." Toru says as she pours you a cup,

You bring the tea to your lips taking a deep breath in before taking a small sip, tongue savouring the smoky and sweet flavour. You feel more confused than ever before.

"So... what happened? If you don't want to talk about it that's fine with me and if you're fine then talk to me." Toru pulls out the chair across from you, placing the teacup down and gulping, you don't know where to start.

"I... I feel paranoid and I feel like I overreacted. But, there was this man who came in..." You pause trying to gather your thoughts, "He came in. I don't remember unlocking the front door or anything. He managed to get in."

"Huh? You... You haven't reported anything?"

"What do... You mean?"

"Well, the doorknob and the lock are gone. I assumed there was a break-in that's why you were all freaked out."

"No, no. I swear there wasn't any break-in. I did count beforehand, nothing was missing. And I-" You got up and the chair scraped on the floor creating a horrible noise,

"Hey, hey. I'll call the police and Aizawa about this, you just sit there." Toru stands and hurries to grab her phone, the anxiety weighing in your core and breath of fear. Every minute, every second that passed by felt like an eternity. A breath of relief came to you when you spot a police officer coming his way towards the cafe; a rather lean towering stern, a serious-looking man with his evergreen hair parted to the lead with streaks of strikingly golden yellow the same as his orbs in a plain white suit and glasses on.

"Hello, I am detective Sir Nighteye." He introduces himself, "I have heard a recent report of a break-in? May I talk to the person who has reported the incident or perhaps may have been present sure that time?"

"I, um, was there, I believe when it happened." Sir Nighteye seemed to have sensed the hesitating pitch in your voice.

"Believe? Could you elaborate on that further?"

"Well, I had an opening shift this morning. There was nothing particular that could raise any suspicion and I clearly still remember the doorknob being there." You take a deep breath, "I suspect that it may the man who came in before we're open to the public."

"A man?"

"Yes, he's pale, he seemed to have some sort of skin disorder and I don't know if it was my paranoia, I think he may have had some blood stains on him."

"I see." Sir Nighteye nods, "Any distinguishing mark?"

"No. He just had a very severe skin disorder from what I recall." You explain.

"Sir!" A police officer under his wing jogged over, "We have found something!"

"I will be there in a moment." Sir Nighteye turns back to you, "If you could, can you provide us with some video footage approximately around the time he arrived."

With that, Sir Nighteye turns to where the said evidence lays. He adjusts the tie around his neck as he reaches into his breast pocket for the latex noir gloves and slips them on over his hand, millions of his thoughts were racing through his head, could it be? Years have passed, why now of all times? His glowing eyes look over his shoulder as it lands on you standing aside idly.

Yes, afterall, there is a reason to appear all of a sudden. After all these times have passed, how much there is, he stopped counting roughly a decade ago. You're still the same. From the tiny mannerisms and quirks, did your husband finally find you?

"You think... It might be him?" One asked breaking Sir Nighteye out of speechful trance.

"Most likely. To ensure, I must examine the evidence closely first."

"Well, is that enough?" The police officer held up a bag of, all too familiar grey ash.

As the day progressed, you managed to take your mind off it as you were occupied with work instead. The bustling of people coming in and out. Some decide to stay to enjoy the wonderful homey ambience of the cafe, rich brown tables and the wonderful soulful sweet poetic music playing over the speakers.

"Hey." Toru pats you on the shoulder placing the piles of dishes on the sink, "You feeling better?"

"Yeah. Much better actually, thank you." You smile,

"Awe!" Toru coos, "You're welcome girlie! Of course, it's only natural, you look after me and I look after you."

Just another familiar face enter.

"(FIRST NAME)! Toru!" She squeals, her bright blush blossomed pink of a new rose bouncing curls as she skips eagerly her way behind the counter, tan skin glowing that told the story of summertime and the pleated short skirt circling her waist that looked amazing on her. It complimented everything about her.

"Hey, Mina." You greet.

"Awe, what's with that? Come on over here and give me a proper greeting!" Mina pulls you into a hug.

"Oh, who's that?" Toru points, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly as she points towards a man, a rather gigantic, way above the average height, with rippling pounds of muscles and his hands buried in his pockets. Forearms decorated with raised veins and littered with endless scars, the sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up to all the elbows. Cherry wine red thick tufts and a small scar under his eye. Sharp canines chewing down on his lower lip.

What? He... No.

"Oh! That's my boyfriend, Kirishima!"

Boyfriend?

"Boyfriend? You never told me you have a boyfriend?" You say perplexed though still keeping an eye on the man.

"I was going to! But you were so out of it yesterday."

Toru and Mina's thrilled discussion faded as your mind tried to juggle for anything. Anything. It was like this day feels like it's repeating, people, coming into your life like flashing scenes of a memoir.

"Hey, Kirishima! Come over here! I gotta introduce you to my friends!" Mina calls as Kirishima walks over.

"This is Toru! The one that makes great tea!"

"Oh hey! I heard so much about you!"

They shake hands.

"And this is (First name), the cafe historian as we like to call her."

"Nice to meet you, Kirishima." You reach to shake his hand firmly.

"Nice to meet you too!"

Fuck it.

"Can... Can I ask you a strange question?"

"Go on right ahead!" Kirishima grins.

"Have I met... You before?"

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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Hi! First I have to say that your account is AMAZING! Second, I was wondering if there are any Frank/Gerard College/University AU’s?

Thanks, anon! There absolutely are, here are some of them!

Frank/Gerard College/University AUs

Skin of the Canvas by sinsense, 42k, Mature. The typical nude model is someone like Phil. Phil is forty-nine and paunchy. He's starting to go gray at his temples and in his pubic hair; he likes to pose on a stool, curving his back and curling his fingers together between his knees. Phil is secretly awesome -- he likes the Misfits and builds model trains -- but he's not what Gerard would call prime ogling material. Neither are any of the other models who have posed for the life modeling or anatomy classes Gerard has taken. This semester, Anna was kind of cute, but she whined about the conditions the entire time she was there. In his four years of art school, anyway, Gerard has never once dealt with being attracted to the model. But this guy is hot --- Or: Gerard goes to art school. Frank is a nude model. Somehow their relationship gets off the ground, in spite of everything working against them.

Interview with an Artist by mistresscurvy, 5k, Explicit. Frank stared at the syllabus. He was certain that this final project couldn't have been on there the first time he looked at it. He would have remembered something so completely fucking impossible.

Subjects Aren't the Only Thing You Learn in College by Andromedas_Void, 4k, Explicit. “What?” Gerard asks, bending his right leg and slipping his foot under his left knee. “Your neck is obviously bothering you so I’m giving you one of my patented massages. If your body doesn’t feel completely boneless after this, then you’ll get your money back,” he grins. “If I’m not paying you in the first place, do I still get my money back?” Frank laughs.

Sure of You by shiningartifact, 11k, Explicit. In Gee's senior year of college, waking up with sex hair and a vague memory of the girl who gave it to her is just another Friday morning. She's fine with that. She is. And then she meets Frank.

she (within the measure of a day) by mrsronweasley, 9k, Explicit. Gerard steps out in heels for Halloween. Everybody enjoys it. Some enjoy it more than others.

A Clockwork Killjoy by The_Divine_Fool, 13k [WIP], Not Rated. Alone in the world and miserably twenty-something, Gerard decides to move in with his little brother Mikey, who lives in the middle of nowhere, working and earning his Bachelor's degree at the local community college. But creepy stuff happens in Nowhere, and it's up to Gerard to save his new friends and his own brother from a sinister conspiracy.

sing for ourselves alone (speak into the microphone) by ineffableangel, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. The college radio DJ has played 22 Mountain Goats songs in a row without comment and I feel like someone should call and make sure they’re okay.

Fragile Bones by action-cat (clytemnestras), 8k, Explicit. I don’t feel like a girl today, Frankie. I feel like a fucking prince

Get up, get out and be social (Frerard) by Rachel_Carter, 5k, Not Rated. Gerard is working on an art assignment in a coffee shop where he meets Frank, a pre-med student. When Frank gives Gerard his phone number, their relationship develops.

Heaven Beside You (Awkwardness Within) by RedSkittleCure, 7k, Explicit. The really hot guy turns to him, and Gerard sees that he’s got a fucking nose piercing and pierced ears and Gerard is just really, really fucked because this guy is so out of his league, it isn’t even funny. “Hi!” the guy smiles, sticking a hand out, “I’m Frank!” Gerard stares dumbfoundedly at the waiting hand, waiting a few seconds too long before taking it, “Gerard,” he manages to spit out, mentally taking extremely detailed notes of the calluses on Frank’s hand. Fuck, he’s such a creep. OR: The one where Frank works very hard and woos Gerard via passing him notes in class

no justice in photographs by poppunklwt, 20k, Mature. Frank, a psychology major, is in his third year of college and is roped into taking an art class by his advisor. Ray and Bob are his roommates (possible bandmates, too?) and Gerard is the cute student employee at the library who Frank likes to sneak glances at while he doodles. Frank doesn't know if he can balance a new band and a new crush simultaneously. Or, the one where Gerard offers Frank a little bit more than just help with his art project.

Teenager by dangsu, 7k, Mature. "For someone who hates teenagers, Gerard Way seemed to only hangout with Frank and Mikey." Frank is a scrawny eighteen year old kid and Gerard is a crazed college graduate who hates teenagers and the Midwest.

Dissolve Me by everythingintransit, 80k, General Audiences. Gerard Way sunburns easily and talks too much and has mastered the art of creating paninis in the dining hall and eating them while running to class. He drinks iced coffee when it's below zero outside and carries crystals in his pockets party for comfort and partly because they weigh him down like an anchor that refuses to sink. Gerard Way finds himself in love during his sophomore year of university with a guy that he sometimes goes bowling with. This guy is named Frank Iero and runs a radio show after hours where he talks in a sexy rough voice about things that can get him into trouble if anyone bothers to listen. But Gerard listens. Gerard Way can do magic. Lightbulbs shatter when he gets excited and he can walk through a thunderstorm in dry clothes. Yet he's powerless when it comes to Frank, and the relationship he's seeking ends up looking close to impossible from where he's standing. But he's in love, and love is patient and kind and shattered glass, shit like that. Love is something he deserves.

Majoring In Disaster by hell_highwater, 17k [WIP], General Audiences. Punk bands! Political statements! Lab work! Hating your rich parents! Being oh, so in love with your best (and only) friend! Life ensues many twists for college biochemistry students Gerard and Frank.

Trapped In By All These Mountains by brightlightbaby, 7k, Teen And Up Audiences. “I’ve got to tell you, I don’t usually do this much physical labor for a dude I just met.” “Really? I thought a tough guy like you would be out tarring roofs and mowing lawns for all the guys.” “No, just for the pretty ones. Or the ones who pay me enough.”

In All Our Lives by stoplightglow, 27k, Mature. “Everything’s connected," Gerard says. "It isn’t just art history. Art is history. Art is culture. Without the crucial backbones, it all disappears. So when one timeline gets messed up—” He looks despairingly up at the ceiling. "—it all goes down." For all those times you thought, you know what Bandom is really missing? Time travel, arson, and art history.

Life as a Process by ViciousVenin, 57k, Explicit. Frank's college experience isn't exactly what he was hoping for. He has no idea what he wants to do with his life, his RA scares him, and his roommate Gerard seems pretty weird. Really weird, actually, but not in a bad way. As the two of them get closer, Frank finds that Gerard is one of the most interesting people he's ever met, and cute as fuck to boot. Frank just wishes he could figure out what Gerard is hiding...

Pull by falter, 7k, Not Rated. College is a hell of a lot easier with a steady supply of decent coffee. Too bad that's not what Frank's getting.

#frank/gerard #frerard #fic rec list #college au #university au #alternate universe

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kaleidescope-writes · 4 years

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter IV; Tipsy Intel

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince!Tom Hiddleston x Theif!Reader

A few sun rays peaked through the curtains made of expensive materials. The room was lit in a soft orange glow. There was a moment of peaceful silence in the room, only partly filled by the distant chirping of birds. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the bronze designs that littered the cream ceiling of the fairytale room she found herself in. It was peaceful.

Peaceful until the high pitched ringing of the vintage telephone filled the air. She groans, turning to her left and reaching for the phone. “Hello,” her voice groggy. “Good Morning sunshine,” Edmundo greeted with a voice too cheerful for this early in the morning. “I hope you are well rested. For today, you have breakfast at the castle with the royals and nobility. After that, you have five hours of recreational time before you have to get ready for the Welcoming Ball. I’ll have both of your dresses in your room and a hair and makeup team ready for your return later this afternoon.”

Y/N sat up against the bed frame, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Do we have a say in what we wear?” she asked, hoping there would be an option. “Sadly, all your ball-wear has been pre-picked in order for you to fit in at the events.” She sighed, “What time does the breakfast start?” “In an hour,” came the response, “You have thirty minutes to get ready, no more. I’ll see you then.” with that, he hung up. Y/N took in the room from this new angle, appreciating all its fascinating details. Unfortunately, she had to cut her admiration of the room short and get up to start yet another day in the modern fairytale island.

She jumped off the bed, going towards her suitcase to pick out an outfit for the day. Placing it on the bed, she opened it and began to look over her options. After a few minutes of deliberation, she settled on a black, fitted blazer with a sky blue blouse and navy leggings. Tying her hair up in a bun she left a loose strand on either side of her face. Something simple yet classy for the first breakfast meeting.

“Good Morning, sunshine!” Amelie greeted as she entered the room. Already dressed and ready, she looked to the vanity her sister was using to get ready. Leaning against the door-frame, she smirked at her sister in a teasing manner. “You too?” Y/N, questioned with a small groan. Amelie chuckled, “I know you’ve never been a morning person, but we can’t be late! So hurry it up!” With that, she stood up straight and left the room as suddenly as she entered.”Y/N sighs deeply, the dread of starting the day this early consuming her thoughts once more. No she’s not a morning person, but whatever was left of the jet lag she felt made it worse.

Y/N looked in the mirror one last time, before deciding she was satisfied with her look. Putting back the contents of her suitcase, she grabbed some essentials; her minaudiere, phone, wallet with the information of her alias, earphones, external charger and wire, and a digital voice recorder with discrete microphone. She put the items in her purse and headed to the main room. Amelie looked up from her seat as Y/N entered the room in a confident stride. “Let’s do this.”

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Thomas looked over his appearance once more in the mirror. Satisfied with his look, he turned and made his way towards the door. Turning the doorknob and opening it slightly, he prepared to walk out into the hall, only to be stopped mid step by a familiar face preparing to knock on his door.

He took a moment to process the situation before speaking, “You’re not the person that normally bothers me this early.” Augustus lowers his hand down slowly, an expression of confusion gracing his features. “I suppose I’m not?” Thomas smiled at his old friend and chuckled internally at his confusion. “ Well I guess I should explain myself,” Augustus started, “ I’m here to say good morning. So good morning. And to ask you for advice.” Thomas changed his position, stepping out to the side and closing his door as he listened to Augustus talk. “It seems a bit early to have messed up enough to ask me of all people for advice,” Thomas teased, “And if we must do this, we have to walk towards the breakfast hall.”

Augustus began walking down the hall with Thomas by his side. “It’s not that I made a mistake recently. It’s advice to avoid future mistakes.” Thomas chuckled, shaking his head, “Once again, I wonder what compels you to ask the king-to-be for help.” Augustus turned to his cousin, rubbing his neck with his left hand while continuing to walk. “Your advice hasn’t led me wrong yet,” Augustus said, “And besides, it was you or the person this concerns.”

Thomas’s steps faltered slightly, realizing what type of advice Augustus was going to ask for. Dawning a teasing smirk, Thomas turned to his friend, “OH, so you are finally going to assert your feelings for a certain relative of mine?” Augustus stopped walking suddenly. He knew? Of course he knew, it was obvious. Especially for someone as intuitive as Thomas Hiddleston. Thomas stopped walking as well, turning to look at him expectantly with the same teasing expression on his face. Breaking the silence between them, Augustus cleared his throat. “So you know?” he asked shakily, slowly continuing his stride down the long hallway.

He knew the answer long before he asked. Still, a small, simple-minded part of him wanted to confirm the obvious. “Of course I do!” Thomas asserted, genuinely smiling, “I’ve known you for as long as I can walk. I’ve known for a while. I figured you liked him since secondary school.” Augustus smiled sheepishly as both men continued down the hall at a slower pace. “I suppose we can skip over the awkward confession and hope you won’t want to kill me for it, then,” He laughed cautiously, “I’ll get right to it. How would-- or rather, should-- I go about asking him if he feels the same?” Thomas’s face shifted to a grave expression, “You have to fight another potential partner to death in the dungeon deep beneath the castle in order to prove your worth for courtship.”

Augustus looked to his best friend worriedly for a moment before catching on to his joke. “Why do I bother with you sometimes?” He asked, letting out an oddly anxious breath. Thomas cracked a smile, putting his arm around Augustus's shoulder. “All jokes aside, I’ll help you.”

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The breakfast gathering consisted mostly of nobles discussing diplomatic actions they’ve taken in recent times and how that has improved their country’s politics. Every once in a while, the attention of the crowd was diverted to the prince and other members of the royal council, but the nobles would go back to mingling with each other as soon as they’d said their peace. Y/N and Amelie juggled between answering the questions of the ever interested nobles--using the false and true information they were given respectively--and asking for information themselves. All the while, the recorder in the minaudiere stored every word spoken to use later when they put their intel together.

For the most part, every person in attendance would evenly distribute their attention, but there were some--namely Charles and Augustus--that would notice Thomas sneaking looks at a certain daughter of the Spanish Marquess.

The breakfast ended and the guests continued to mingle in the castle grounds. Y/N and Amelie seemingly attracted as much attention as the prince himself. Despite this, however, they had little conversation with his highness--mainly due to Y/N’s subtle refusal to do so. Having little direct contact with him decreased the chance of being found out, she reasoned.

Meanwhile, Augustus tried to work his way into a confession using Thomas’s advice. Approaching Charles with new found confidence, he inserted himself into the present conversation. “I believe I speak for all of us when I say that our job is never easy, but it is truly an honor to be in our positions,” Augustus commented, standing right next to Charles. Charles turned to look at him with playful confusion, “I wouldn’t expect that from the man who does little more than smile and pose for the press.” The group of nobles laughed while Augustus sheepishly rocked on his feet. “To be fair,” a Count interjected, “He has a pretty face.” The group laughed some more. “In fact I wouldn’t mind welcoming him into my family,” he continued, “If only I had a daughter amongst my three sons to present to you.” Augustus shifted his feet slightly. “These are progressive times. Does it matter whether or not a nobleman marries someone of the opposite gender?” He asked, looking at each noble hopefully while keeping Charles in his peripheral vision. Another noble scoffed, “It’s a policy as old as time. Noblemen should marry noblewomen. It’s tradition! We can’t throw it away simply because changes around us occur. Our stability would be thrown out the door.” The others nodded in agreement, some whispering a confirmation of their standing. Augustus turned to look at Charles, a small hint of hope still remaining in his eyes. “When you put it like that, I can’t argue with you,”Charles said simply.

Augustus felt his stomach drop to his knees. He nearly lost his footing as the ground beneath him felt like it shook. Keeping a soft, counterfeit smile, he fixed his foot-stance and looked down momentarily. All he wanted at that moment was for the earth to swallow him whole.

It was time for everyone to go their own way and prepare for the ball. Y/N had mixed emotions, but it was part of the job. The upside to this was that the ball was the perfect opportunity for the false-bond to be formed. Finding the ‘fall-guy’ would be the most crucial part of the night. They had their plan, now they had to put it into motion.

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The ballroom was absolutely marvelous. The ornate walls were lit brightly, making every golden glow, spreading an indescribable feeling to every inhabitant of the room. Once more, the sisters were reminded of a fairytale. Their feeling was stronger this time, considering their expensive gowns. Both gowns were elegantly decorated and made them look like true royalty--or so Edmundo said. They fit in perfectly with the crowd of expensive formal wear and jewelry fit for, well, royalty. Soft, classical music filled the ambiance, making everything seem like a pleasant dream. It was magical. But there was work to be done.

“We have to focus. Let’s get over the glitz and glamour and get to work. This is an important night,” Y/N commanded, pulling her sister to a small, isolated corner of the room. Amelie snapped out of her awe and became focused on the objective at hand. “Ok, we’ve talked to every noble at breakfast, but none of them seem like a good ‘fall-guy’, Any ideas on how we proceed?” Amelie asserted, “Any ideas on how we proceed?” Y/N looked around the room, scanning the face of every noble and connecting it to a name. “Every noble we’ve spoken to knows very little that can help us. The only thing we can do is get close to someone in the royal council, but that’s too risky. We have to find someone close enough to the crown for information but not close enough to be a risk,” Y/N recounted.

“Let’s split up,”Amelie suggested, “It’ll be easier to find someone matching that description that way.” Y/N turned to her sister, a confident smile gracing her features. “Report back with each other at the end of the night. No leading anyone on.” she declared. Turning on her heel, she was preparing to take a step away from Amelie before she heard “And don’t get attached.” Y/N smiled, walking away as she spoke in a confident tone, “I never do.”

Picking a spot in the room in which everyone was easily visible, Y/N began her search. Looking for someone that matched what she was looking for would be challenging, but in order to proceed with the plan, she had to find the perfect mark. Looking around the room full of mingling nobles, Y/N tried to find someone suitable to form the false bond with. Every duke, earl, duchess, baron, and viscount she saw had already been deemed inadequate for the job. This was going to be difficult. She was close to giving up her search in the main room and move on to the balcony area. Her search stopped when her eyes came to look upon a familiar face, one she’d recognize from their welcoming arrival. He was helplessly leaning against the bar area, already drowning himself with his choice of poison. Y/N’s face lit up, realizing this was her ticket to get close to the target. She began her stride towards the man, meticulously planning her approach as she made her way through the well-dressed crowd.

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The party was in full swing. Everyone in the room seemed to be enjoying the moment. All except one. Augustus looked aimlessly around the room, subconsciously searching for the one person that could make everything feel better. He didn’t notice when Thomas walked up to him until his solemn silence was broken by his best friend’s voice; “What happened? I expected you to be happily dancing around the room by now?” Augustus sighed, still looking out to the harsh critiques that discouraged him, “I didn’t even try. It’s hard to confess when you’re surrounded by nobles who all agree that a policy as old as time shouldn't be broken, even for love.” Thomas put his hand on Augustus’s shoulder, a look of sympathy etched into his features. “I’m sorry Gus. I--” “Please, spare me your pity,” Augustus interrupted, “I don’t need that from you.” Thomas nodded, standing in front of him and placing both hands on his shoulders to provide a distraction from the people that wounded him. “Tell me what you need and I will gladly comply.” he proposed. Augustus removed both of Thomas’s hands from his shoulders, eyes fixing on the bar across the room. “I need a drink. Don’t worry about me, worry about the party. All these people are here for you.” With that, he made his way to the bar, ready to drown out his sorrows with a bottle.

As soon as he reached the bar, he asked for his favorite drink, hoping it would help him feel better even slightly. The bartender handed him the drink and his mind began to race.

Leaning against the bar, he drank his whiskey on the rocks. Reflecting on what happened earlier that day, he kept his head down and focused on nothing but his glass every time he put it down after taking a sip. Things could’ve gone better, but of course, they didn’t. How did he think it was going to go? It was destined to end in disaster, why was he hopeful? Traditions can’t be broken, especially not when defended by old, close minded men. It was hopeless. He sighed heavily, downing the rest of his drink. Before he was able to ask for another, he noticed someone approach him on his left side.

“Getting a head start?” a female voice asked. Augustus rolled his eyes, putting his glass aside. “Don’t. I’m not the type of person you think I am,” he said, already rejecting whatever intentions she had. Y/N shifted in her seat slightly, “I didn’t say you were. I’m not here to try and start something with you.” To this he sighed finally turning to face her; “Then why are you here?” “I know this might sound cliche, but I know the look of a broken heart. You don’t need a drink, you need someone who’ll listen,” she said, “That, and I’ve pretty much met everyone else here and none of them are interesting enough to be around for longer than a few minutes.”

Augustus chuckled, turning in his seat to face her and leaned his head in his hand. “You think you’re the friend I need?” Y/N scoffed playfully, “Look, it’s either me, someone too busy to deal with your problems, or a bunch of old-fashioned nobles that love to brag about how great of a job they’re doing.” Augustus laughed, preparing to argue with her before he realized she was right. “So, who was the asshole that broke your heart?” she asked, ordering a drink for herself as well as a refill of his. “It wasn’t an asshole, it was a situation,” he clarified, “I could never call him an asshole.” Y/N takes a sip, raising her eyebrow and nodding slightly, “So I was right. This is about a broken heart.”

Augustus sighed, looking down at his feet as he nodded. “Yes, I suffer from a broken heart. He wasn’t the only cause.The other noblemen started the conversation. He just gave the final blow.” Putting her glass down, Y/N looked attentively at the sorrowful man in front of her. She took his left hand in hers, softly keeping it near him in case he wanted to pull away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think those uninteresting individuals were capable of saying something that didn’t make them seem self-righteous.” Augustus huffed, not removing his hand from her hold, “Yes, well, you never really know until something brings it up.” For a moment, both of them sat in a comfortable silence. Thinking about what to do next, Y/N downed the rest of her drink and looked briefly out into the ballroom.

“I know how to help you forget about this for a while,” she said, finally breaking the silence. Augustus looked up at her expectantly, silently hoping it would help. Y/N stood up, bringing Augustus with her. “It’s a party. People are dancing and having the time of their lives. Let’s join them.” Augustus tried to sit back down shaking his head as he pulled his hand away slightly, “No, no. I’m a terrible dancer.” Y/N smiled, laughing lightly at him, “So am I! C’mon, it’ll be fun.” Augustus didn’t budge, she had to try harder to get him to agree. “Forget about your broken heart just for tonight. Let’s show your lost love what he’s missing out on. No judgement.” Augustus smiled up at her. Unable to refuse any longer, he gave in and let her drag him to the dance floor. This was going to be one hell of a night.

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“Where’s your head, Thomas?” Charles asked, turning away from the foreign duke he was talking to earlier. Thomas had his eyes fixed on the owner of a sky blue dress with golden adornments littering the fabric. “Among the crowd,” he replied. He didn’t turn away from the woman dancing near his best friend. He couldn’t look away. She was beautiful and seeing her dance around made her care-free spirit light up the room. Y/N was all he could see.

Charles followed his line of sight, only to be met with the pair. He knew Thomas was looking at her, it was obvious. The way his feet were pointed in her direction. The way he leaned towards her slightly when it looked as if she was going to slip. Every part of him was there with her. It made Charles chuckle, finally earning the attention of Thomas. “What is it?” Thomas inquired confused as to why he found it humorous.

Charles looked directly into his eyes, smiling from ear to ear. “You, my friend, are absolutely smitten!”

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Covert Operations - Chapter 107

SYNOPSIS: The fact that both of their operatives are injured at the moment poses several pressing problems for Madeline and Operations. So, the two Section leaders make their way to Medical to check on Jamie’s status and talk with his doctor about his prognosis. When Jamie is operated on to remove the bullet lodged in his shoulder Madeline gives the surgeons an ultimatum. Meanwhile, sometime later, Murtagh and Fergus also visit Med Lab to see their friends only to find that Jamie has been taken into surgery.

Chapter 106 and all other previous chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

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CHAPTER 107

Dougal Mackenzie’s gait was pronounced as with Madeline they walked away from a shell shocked Murtagh Fitzgibbons and made their way towards Medical. The scene that had just transpired had been most unexpected on many levels and Section’s leader was still smarting from Murtagh’s reluctance to accept his gesture of more time for his debrief. His munitions’ expert obviously expected there were strings attached. It wasn’t often that he showed any compassion and it had obviously sent him into a loop. Consequently, Operations looked forward to reading Geillis Duncan’s report as to the older operative’s performance as well as his account of the mission also. Having two different perspectives on what had happened would be most enlightening. In fact, depending on the outcome, it may very well influence any decision as to Murtagh being utilised in the field again in the near future. His second concern was reluctantly for James Fraser’s status. His rapid decline had been out of the blue. So, what had really happened to him? How and why was he shot? Reading Jamie’s debrief when he was able to write it, may shed some light onto what had actually transpired but given his condition that could be in several days. Perhaps it was just a lucky shot by a hostile that had unfortunately had maximum effect. Thinking back over Jamie’s actions, Operations was not surprised by his operative’s reluctance to show that he was badly injured in any way. The Level 5 operative always gave the impression that he was impervious to frailty when his own wellbeing was brought into contention; however, the injury was obviously much worse than anyone had ever imagined or that he indeed was letting on. However, Fraser’s main concern had been for Claire Beauchamp. Operations scowled.

Madeline and he knew of his weaknesses for his partner and he’d demonstrated that openly in the way he’d acted tonight. Still, it was a major concern of theirs that this relationship would affect Jamie’s performances in the field. They expected nothing short of perfection from their Level 5 cold operative. They couldn’t let anything or anyone interfere with their plans for him. Hence it was something they needed to monitor more closely but right now they wanted to check on his condition. Despite their differences with Jamie over the years his value as an operative remained strong. They could ill afford to lose him right in the middle of a crucial mission. Madeline too was debating with her own mind’s counsel.

The fact that Jamie was injured and may take time to recover as well as Claire’s need for rehabilitation posed several pressing problems for her and Dougal. Section One had come so far in tracking down the Rising Dragons triad members and she knew it would not be long until Sun Yee Lok was himself captured and brought to justice. However, there would be the added problem with Claire if Jamie didn’t pull through … they may well have a blithering mess on their hands with her. Would she be able to recover from his death? … She didn’t need to answer that question, she already knew the answer. There were no two ways about this … There was only one scenario that was feasible and she would accept no other. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Both leaders of Section were mulling over in their minds a contingency plan if indeed Jamie didn’t make it through the operation yet neither of them wanted to voice them out loud. Madeline however, did broach the subject that was uppermost in her thoughts.

“What are you going to do about the Rising Dragons’ mission Dougal?” He looked at her and raised his eyebrow in query. “What do you mean?” She said only one word. “Jamie.” “What? ... If he dies?” ... Why don't you tell me?” “James Fraser is strong. He won’t die,” was her pragmatic reply. “Besides, I have faith in the medical team.” He smiled at her optimism. “I can see that you’ve made up your mind Madeline.” “He’s too valuable to Section at the moment. He'd be too hard to replace.” Operations looked at his second in command for a minute reflectively, “Yes, there aren't many like him.” Echoing his sentiments on their Level 5 operative, she confirmed his qualities. “He’s good. He and Claire together are quite good.” “They’ve performed well on this mission so far ... we can ill afford to lose him.” “Yes ... then there would be the added problem of Claire if we do.” “Exactly. The odds still aren't good, are they?” “No ... I don’t think so.” “But if there is one chance in three that he will survive?” “Then it’s good odds.” “I want Fraser to live. I am human after all.” “Really? Are you sure it’s not because we are so close to capturing Sun Yee Lok?” Aggrieved by her off-the-cuff comment Operations stopped walking and looked at his second in command. “Are you saying I have ulterior motives?” “No.” “Oh … then I obviously lack compassion!” “No ... you lack the good judgement that comes from having a small dose of it Dougal.” “What about the compassion I’ve shown from time after time? Let me guess: you want to make a point.” Not necessarily ... but compassion is a weakness you have continually frowned upon in Claire ... yet you showed some to Murtagh this evening. Did you mean it?” “Of course I meant it!” “You’re a ruthless man, Dougal Mackenzie. And that's good. It’s good for Section One and all the operatives to know where you stand. You do your job with clarity and I respect that. But you threw Fitzgibbons for a loop. It may take him a while to come to terms with that.” Operations grinned complacently. “I like to keep people unbalanced.” “True … but don’t shoot the messenger. I think it’s a good thing for the reasons you’ve said.” “Good ... well what are we arguing about then?” “I don’t know ...” Madeline gave him an enigmatic smile. “Jamie and Claire?” “I want to know how his condition will affect them and in turn us.” “Jamie is not a threat to us at the moment, on the contrary he is vulnerable and it appears as if his condition is touch and go at the moment.” “But he could be.” “Not if we play our cards right. Fortunately, even the best have weaknesses. We must not misjudge him for it will result badly for us.” “And we wouldn’t want that … would we?” “I’m sure we’ll keep on top of it.” “I expect nothing less of you Madeline.” “It will be a while until both of them are back to their peak condition, so if Jamie pulls through they will need some downtime to recuperate. We can plan our next course of action then.” “So be it. We've been through worse.” Operations smiled and nodded at Madeline then they continued on towards Medical. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The two leaders entered the Infirmary and immediately made for the area where they saw curtains drawn around two cubicles. “How are they doing Dr Foster?” “Not so good ... especially James Fraser. He’s fading in and out of consciousness but we're put him through every conceivable test we can.” “Is there a problem?” “Jamie’s X-rays show that the bullet is lodged in his chest. There are also fragments of bone as the bullet shattered his clavicle,” the doctor replied in answer to their question. “I see.” “How did this happen?” Jeremy Foster glanced anxiously at the two leaders. “It appears he was shot from an acute angle, probably from above. The bullet entered the shoulder and passed through to lodge in the chest area. He’ll need immediate surgery to remove it ...”

Judging by his worried look they suspected the physician was holding back information. “Is there something you’re not telling us doctor?” “Jamie’s lost a lot of blood … he’ll need to be transfused during and possibly after the operation but …” Madeline and Operations gave each other a quick glance then interjected before he could finish. “Do you have enough supplies on hand for a blood transfusion?” “We have a few units of Jamie’s blood left, but if he needs more than we have in stock we could be in trouble.” The situation could become grim and Doctor Foster knew it. There were no guarantees that Jamie would need less blood units than they had available. It was better to have an abundance than a shortage especially if the Level 5 operative had complications from the surgery. He forged ahead and broached the subject area even he had no knowledge of.

“We’ll need to know the donors of his blood type so that arrangements can be made for them to donate blood if it’s required.” “That Intel is classified … you’ll have to work with the supplies you’ve already got.” Operations stated categorically putting a stop to any further conversation on the matter. Jeremy Foster tried to interject, “But …” “Operations and I will make those arrangements if and when they are needed.”

Madeline was adamant in her statement that only they would disclose that information if it was essential or indeed necessary. They had a reluctance to share with Dr Foster the intricacies of Jamie’s blood type and had made the decision to have his details suppressed. Except for the head surgeon, Medical personnel were on a need-to-know basis, and if Med-Lab had enough units of blood to see them through then so be it. Classified information about their key operatives was classified for a reason. Should Intel leak out to their enemies that James Fraser had a rare blood group or any intel about his DNA then he could be in a vulnerable position. This Intel could be used against him should he be captured; hence they couldn’t risk him being compromised in any way. However much they may regret their decision towards the physician, they stood by it. If the situation became dire then they would make contingency plans, but until then they would leave it as the status quo. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Knowing that Section’s leaders would not budge on classified Intel about James Fraser, his hands were tied. “Very well … I’ll inform Dr Khan. He’s been paged and is on his way.” “Good. We’ll be in the observation room. Have him see us before he preps for any operation.” “Yes sir.” With that directive, Operations and Madeline left Medical for the surgical viewing area where they could observe the medical team in action. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A little while later, Murtagh and Fergus quietly approached the glass-paned doors of Medical and peered in through the panels, however, they were unable to see clearly, so when the automatic doors opened they entered and stood side by side and looked around. Their eyes strained to see if they could see either Jamie or Claire, but they were nowhere to be seen. It was evident though; that a flurry of activity was going on around them once they were inside the room. They could hear the sound of voices coming from some cubicles where the curtains were drawn. Edging closer, Murtagh and Fergus made their way to the partitions in which they thought the two operatives were obviously being attended to in the hope of eavesdropping to find out any information. The sound of a curtain opening caused the two men to jump back as if caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Guiltily, they turned their heads and looked up. A Med-Lab doctor emerged with a trolley of medical equipment and monitors. Murtagh was the first to speak. “Hey Doc … It must be pretty crazy back there.” Caught unawares he looked up to find the two men standing there. “What! ... What are you doing here?” The doctor snapped as he looked at Murtagh then Fergus. Innocently Murtagh replied as they followed him, “Come on Doc give us a break. We came to check on Jamie and Claire.” “How are they?” Fergus added as they watched the doctor reorganise the trolley with a fresh supply of materials. Knowing that Fitzgibbons had been on the mission to rescue Claire and where Jamie had been injured, he took sympathy on the pitiful twosome. “They’re both not out of the woods yet.” Murtagh looked over to the shrouded partitions. His face had a far-away expression, thinking about what was happening inside the cubicles with his two friends. “Will Jamie be okay? The medics said he was barely alive.” Dr Foster stopped what he was doing and replied, “Had it not been for your swift actions earlier we may have lost him.” “Oh my god!” Fergus gushed out loud. “Can we see him?” “That’s not possible. The medics have taken him to surgery.” “What? ... Jamie’s in surgery?” “Yes.” “Was there a problem?” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Digesting the meaning of his words, Murtagh eyed the doctor with an uneasy glance while preparing himself for the worst-case scenario. This couldn’t be happening. James Fraser was strong ... what had gone wrong? He was very worried. Beside him Fergus too was uneasy. Jeremy Foster studied their expressions. He weighed up his options and finally came to the decision that telling them something was better than making them worry all night or more to the point staging a vigil until the morning. “As you know, Jamie wasn’t in a good condition when he arrived, but the medical staff moved swiftly to see that he got to surgery A.S.A.P.” He then looked from one man to the other. However, there was something in the doctor’s eyes that made the older operative wary. “I see ...” Fergus held his breath, then asked the question they were both thinking. “He’s not going to die, is he?” Murtagh tried to assuage some of the tension. “Of course, he’s not going to die you dolt! This is James Fraser we’re talking about Fergus. But I guess if someone wants to die, one reason is as good as another. Personally, being in love always made me want to live … Jamie will want to live,” he added enigmatically. Dr Foster had a slight smile on his face seeing the banter between the two friends. “No ... We’re doing our best to see that doesn’t happen. Dr Khan is performing emergency surgery at the moment to remove the bullet from his shoulder.” Although his words were reassuring, when Murtagh looked at the doctor he realised that he was holding back. “You’re not telling us everything ... are you?” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Madeline and Operations stood in the observation deck overlooking the Infirmary. Below them James Fraser was lying on a table surrounded by the operating team who were to perform the emergency surgery. As the two observed the medical staff’s preparation for Jamie’s operation their thoughts turned to when he had first come into Section ... Madeline ever the strategist was pragmatic in her assessment of their Level 5 cold operative.

James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser brought into Section One 10 years ago, graduated training 9 months early; moved directly to Level 3. His continual ascent within Section was due not only to his tactical and strategic abilities, but his primal approach. He had always shown an otherworldly disregard for his own well-being. More than anyone else, Jamie had been true to the highest principles that define this organization. She saw similarities in Jamie that paralleled her own ideals for there was nothing she would not do for the Section. His rise within the ranks was meteoric and well deserved. Jamie had been groomed as a potential leader, but ever since Claire’s arrival he’d changed. The changes were very subtle and not that noticeable but to her trained eye the relationship between the operatives was one that concerned her. Tonight, James Fraser had given her much to think about. Operations’ eyes scanned the operating theatre too where Section’s best operative lay at the mercy of the medical team. Although Jamie and he had not always seen eye to eye, he was nonetheless proud of his skill as a cold operative. Time and again the younger man had pulled off the impossible on missions to reach the end game. His ruthlessness, ability and leadership qualities were to be commended but at the same time were cause for apprehension too for James Fraser was the penultimate Section One operative. He was a born leader and one day he would run Section ... one day he would have Command and the power. They’d noticed that when he had power Jamie changed. He certainly revelled in it ... he liked it. Power could do that, even for a man as strong as James Fraser. But did he need power? He really didn’t have a choice to turn it down when he’d been offered command from time to time when he had to leave Section. Maybe Jamie’s need for power was part of his strength. All he had to do was wait ... it would come. He still had a lot to learn, but were they creating someone who may usurp their leadership before his time? He was a good leader. Operatives respected him and he was a man among men who was esteemed. In many ways James Fraser was better than they were. That in itself was a worry. He lived by the ideals of Section One but since Claire Beauchamp had become his material both he and Madeline had noticed a slight change in him. It had been building gradually and their collaboration on missions only fuelled the bond that had developed between them. The question was ... how much did it affect their performance? If Jamie was in any way reckless ... he would fail and his failure would destroy his career. He would then have no hesitation in placing Jamie in abeyance.

Dougal Mackenzie glanced over at his second in command. Madeline’s slightly raised eyebrow was the only indication that they may have been having similar thought waves. While they’d been observing James Fraser in the operating theatre the two Section One leaders had unwittingly opened a minefield of much food for thought.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Madeline and Operations turned when they heard the door open behind them. The head surgeon Dr Khan entered and approached. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes ... How’s he doing?” “Not too good at the moment.” “What’s the problem?” “The bullet is deeper than we thought and the trajectory route is just millimetres from a vital organ. It is a more delicate operation than we first thought.” “I see. And what is your prognosis?” The head surgeon looked from Operations to Madeline and pragmatically answered their question. “I'm sorry, but he may not make it. He’s lost too much blood. He may not pull through. If we need to put him on life support, will you be making that decision?” It was Madeline who responded. “I already have. I've decided he's going to recover. His will to live is very strong. Your will to save him has to be strong, too.” She paused. “I'll help you.” Dr Khan took a while to digest what she was actually saying but he certainly caught the gist of Madeline’s underlying words. It was not until she continued that he understood the full implication of what she had spoken and he began to shake in his boots. Madeline then calmly pulled out a gun, cocked it and held it up against the surgeon’s head. A sudden fear and uncertainly crossed Dr Khan’s face as he waited for whatever Madeline would say next. “Go back inside.” She took a breath before continuing. “Tell your colleagues to do the possible ..., then the impossible ..., and then the unthinkable, until he's out of danger. Because ..., when you're finished, Doctor ..., that room will contain either four living men ... or four corpses. Do you understand?” He understood perfectly. Jamie Fraser was Section One’s best operative but he was still surprised at the length that Madeline had gone to in order to keep him alive.

“Okay.” The surgeon left the observation desk in fear and trepidation and relayed the message to his surgical team. Collectively they cast their eyes up to the observation room to see the penetrating gazes of their leader and his second in command. They were under no illusion as to what the operating team needed to do. Madeline had given the doctors their ultimatum and if James Fraser didn’t pull through, they knew the consequences. They needed to pull off the impossible. They needed a miracle.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued on Friday 20th

#Jamieandclairefanfic #jamieandclaireau #jamieandclairecrossover #outlander fanfic #the lallybroch library #covert operations #LFNoutlander

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A Powerful Enough Dream (Ch. 5)

Pairing: Terra/Aqua (eventually) Rating: T Word Count: 7,179

Summary: Aqua has to move. She has to find Ven, she has to leave friends behind, she has to rescue Terra... and most importantly, she needs answers when it comes to Xemnas. There’s a lot of disappointments to come.

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Game I

Even though she's slowly improving, Aqua can't help but feel that the hours are unkinder than usual.

She avoids being alone with Lea - not because of him, but because of anything else he knows. Minutes tick by before she realizes she's obsessing about the things he has said last night, only to obsess more.

Sometimes, she forgets where she is until she runs into something or gets smacked - quite literally this time, with a strong aroma and a flaky texture, like pollen.

"Look," Sora commands, his eyes hidden behind a pot of bright red daisies as he shoves them into Aqua's face. "Look how nice they are!"

He says that about every new delivery of red daisies, as though each time he's just as surprised and grateful.

The dining room in this great bright morning is absolutely filled with flowers. Sora can't even catch smell his gifts, his symptoms completely stuffing his nose to oblivion (his words, not Aqua's).

Tables near Riku are adorned with bushes of lilacs, and a pile of Thank You cards keep growing. Aqua has taken to reading them for him because the poison still gives him headaches.

Aqua receives gifts as well: blue star-shaped bellflowers that blanket the tabletops behind her like a textured ocean.

Only one table is free from floral invasion - the one the three of them are using, each with thick blankets wrapped around their shoulders, and personal mugs full of steaming tea.

Word is a parade is being organized for later that night, to celebrate the end of Kefka's reign. It's rushed, planned with marching bands and dancers and confetti but not much else. Rumor has it Noctis and Garnet are expected to walk the parade, but Aqua can't imagine that either of them would want that kind of attention.

Organizers have asked the Keyblade wielders to walk, but Donald apparently has denied the request on their behalf - they're still too sick.

A hotel employee, dressed very casually because no one is in the mood to take life seriously for the time being, brings yet another pot of flowers.

These are orange lilies, their shade growing darker at the tips. Sora takes the card dug into the pot and reads: "For Terra. From Noctis, Garnet, and Rydia."

He smiles, and drags the pot towards Aqua. "This will go with your stack." If there's a particular reason why Sora assumes they should go to Aqua, she pretends not to notice.

It's a beautiful gesture. Really, it is. A little piece of Terra, his intentions and his service earthed neatly into a pot that she can keep in memory. It makes her wonder for a slight second if he has a shirt around here that she can wear to sleep, but there's no one she would ever dare ask for it.

"Do you like them?" Sora asks, an impish grin on his face. He's teasing her. It's something Ven would do.

"Why are you asking?"

He sniggers. "They'd look much better with the blue flowers anyway. What's it called," Sora mutters, his chin in his hand. "Complementary colors?"

"Don't mind him," Riku says.

Sora backhands Riku's shoulder. "Yes, do mind me."

"He means well though."

"I mean well." Sora nods too quickly, and it makes him grab his head in pain.

"They're beautiful," Aqua says, bringing the pot closer instead of placing them by the rest of her flowers. It's not the same as hugging Terra, but it will have to do.

If Terra was here, he'd know what to say about Xemnas. He'd tell her that some people simply just don't get along no matter what, that it doesn't mean that either of them are bad.

Maybe Lea is really that choosy with who he hangs out with.

But something still doesn't sit right with her.

It's silent, and she forgets that she's losing herself to thoughts in the presence of other people. She figures she can't help it considering how long she's been alone. What do people say for small talk?

"It's weird." Riku breaks the silence, fingers in his hair like he's massaging the headache away. "Sitting here without anticipating Kefka's arrival."

"That's the way it should be," Sora says.

"Yeah…" Riku eyes Aqua nervously, and there's no way to tell what's on his mind. "You were... incredible. It's amazing what you can do with a Keyblade with proper focus."

That's right. They are self-trained.

"You both do so well on your own," Aqua says. And she means it, what with Riku's sharp tactics and Sora's gift of bringing his friends together to gather his power.

"Right…" Riku looks down at the table, and this time Sora's noticing. "It's interesting."

It almost sounds accusatory. "What is?" Aqua asks.

"The way you used Kefka's swords. Darkness to defeat darkness-"

"I don't use darkness," Aqua says shortly.

Her insistence, a sharp tongue meant to put a stop to anyone who questions her, keeps Riku tight-lipped. It even makes Sora do a double-take toward his best friend… and she wonders if he's suspicious too.

"You use darkness too," Sora gently says to Riku, as if to normalize the conversation.

"It's not the same," Riku says and immediately bites his lip. The rest he compensates: "I walk the road to dawn. Take the darkness and turn it into light to guide my way. But…"

It's enough to make Aqua's nostrils flare out. It's not true about her...

"She- You manipulated a part of Kefka and used it against itself. That's different from what I do." Riku switches course, giving her an encouraging smile. "It is inspiring though. I've never seen anything like it."

Aqua doesn't know what he's trying to imply. Or rather, she doesn't care to face it. "I…"

"Have been in the Realm of Darkness for a long time," Sora says with compassionate eyes. "And you're a Master. The way you sliced Kefka's head clean off with your Keyblade-" He finishes with a swoosh from his lips and a finger across his neck.

Riku chuckles. "I've always thought that anyone capable of making even a dent on Kefka should be called a Keyblade Master."

Sora contorts a smile like he's struggling to contain it. "Doesn't make you look good at all, does it, Riku?"

Aqua gasps. He's so young. "You're a Master?"

He nods once - to the side actually, like he's shy about it, when he normally presents himself with such confidence.

"Riku was meant for it," Sora cuts in, waving his hands like he's giving an entrance to the stars. "Destined to be Keyblade Master."

"Congratulations, Master Riku," Aqua says.

He hums, rubbing his forearm. "’Riku' is fine."

It's no wonder Sora loves teasing him. Riku makes it easy.

"That makes you the youngest Keyblade Master ever," Aqua says. It's funny watching Riku fight away his blushing. "You even beat me to it."

Sora is loving it, snorting into his hand.

"Age is really nothing." Riku dismisses her with a wave of her hand.

"I beg to differ. I've only studied it my entire life, but if you want to say you know more about this than I do-"

"That's not-" This time, Riku's cheeks really are red. "I didn't mean-"

Aqua clears her throat, and for a moment, Riku's silence is pregnant and anxious. She lets it build up much to his suffering, before saying, "I'm messing with you."

Sora holds a fist to his mouth to sustain his laughter, but it seeps out like the accidents of a trumpet.

Which is also a terrible idea, now that he can't control his coughing to the point where he almost plops onto the table out of exhaustion.

"Master to Master," Aqua says, seriously this time, and it catches Riku's attention. "I would appreciate if you respect the fact that I don't need a guardian."

He eyes her, most likely thinking back to last night when he conveniently left out crucial details just to keep her out of a dangerous fight. He clears his throat. "I thought that maybe Terra would have been worried if you were in that much danger."

"That would have been true." She goes back to the orange lilies, rubbing a petal with her thumb. "But he also would have trusted me to take care of myself."

"Right." He thinks hard, nodding, then nodding some more. "I won't do it again."

She wears an appreciative smile. "So your Keyblades…" she starts. There's so much ground to cover.

Traditionally, a wielder would be bequeathed. Their Keyblade would materialize when they're older, when they're on the brink of deciding who they want to be and what they want to strive for. In the case of Sora and Riku…

"Riku," she calls, her hand outstretched to him at the table. "I remember." Barely. "Terra chose you. I felt it. Your light burst into rays after he bequeathed you."

There's a small smile on Riku's lips and he doesn't have to say anything in order to tell her that he wears that memory with pride.

"But Sora," she continues. If he hasn't been bequeathed then… Well, if one Keyblade is the extension of the entirety of one's personal ambitions, dreams, bonds, heartaches, and identities, then... "How do you have two of them?"

It's so unfitting to watch his smile falter. To watch him fight with it. He's different than Lea in the sense that Lea acknowledges whatever flashes in his mind. Afterwards he puts on a mask, like he's two different people at once.

But Sora struggles to do the same. Sora buries it.

"I bet the other one belongs to Roxas," he says, hands behind his head. Riku agrees.

"I don't understand."

"My Nobody…" His eyes shiver. "I hate that word. Roxas is his own person, and calling him that-"

Riku places a hand on his shoulder, and it keeps Sora from digging deeper into such thoughts.

Whatever trials Sora went through in order to produce a Nobody must be an amazing story. He would have turned into a Heartless, succumbed to darkness for even a fraction of a second. Which is something Aqua would have never even considered for someone like Sora - he's so jovial, so loving, so willing to put others ahead of himself.

Maybe that's the reason. Everybody stretches themselves too much, and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sora leans forward, a hand to his chest. "I have Roxas' heart with me. That's why I have two Keyblades."

Again, Riku scuffles. "Did you know Terra can do the same?" he asks Aqua.

Terra with his Earthshaker and a nameless silver Keyblade. Considering how she saw Sora with two with her very own eyes, suddenly it's not hard to imagine.

If Terra is going through the same, then he's much stronger than she ever realized, having to carry a parasite inside.

Aqua chooses to think it's admirable, bearing on such a burden. She imagines somewhere where Sora can't touch, this Roxas person has to be incredibly sad not being able to taste life on his own. It makes her think of Ven, who also isn't able to share the flowers with her.

She's sure that Sora must have the same conviction she has to save them both.

"Sora," she starts. His name is starting to sound like sunshine. "I meant to bequeath you myself."

His eyes go wide, his lips small like a mouse's, like he's never considered he was meant for the honor. "... Seriously?"

"Yes." She chuckles. "You remember meeting me?"

"Vaguely."

"I remember it more," Riku says.

"I saw how bright your light was," Aqua says. "You were destined for it, too."

Sora is dumbstruck, eyes scanning the table for nothing to find. She's sure he's just forgotten to thank her since he's normally polite. Something tells her he's probably been told the complete opposite, judging by how much he's sinking into disbelief.

Riku is the one smiling more about that revelation.

"Thank you," Sora finally says, beaming like his self-esteem isn't in junk heaps.

"I really wanted to take you in," she says. "But… I was worried. By the time I met the both of you, I was sure I was going to have to fight Terra, even though I didn't want to. I was forced to put a stop to what was happening to us."

She tears up. It burns less than last night.

"I wanted to spare you both from the same," she whispers, seeing these grown-up boys with stronger jaws and shallower cheeks. "I didn't want the Keyblade to split the two of you like it did to us."

Sora cackles into laughter. It's contagious enough to affect Riku who quietly joins him in whatever inside joke she's not part of. "Too late."

"The good old days." Riku leans on his elbow and hides his face behind his hand. "You were a piece of work, Sora."

"You're one to talk," Sora scoffs, arms crossing at the surface of the table so he can lie his head down. "You were really obnoxious."

Riku melts into a grin then quickly composes himself, shrugging with one shoulder. "That's fair."

It could have been so different for them. Whatever their story is, it's null and void by now.

That's not honest, whatever happened has made Sora and Riku who they are today: strongly bonded, cracking jokes with a rhythm, powerful wielders who can rely on each other.

It could have been Terra and Aqua. It makes her feel silly, worrying so much because she thought there was a point where he couldn't be helped anymore.

She should have trusted more instead of assuming whatever path he was on was destructive to himself and everyone else.

But if it has worked out for Riku and Sora, who sit in front of her like they only have happy memories, then it may still work out for her and Terra.

She has to believe that.

The sound of squeaky wheels marches up to the table, and Rydia takes a cart with vials of elixir on the top shelf and stacks of colorful board games underneath. It's nice to see her walk around without dragging her feet or leaning on that old wizard's staff. Her slow recovery bodes well for all of them.

"You all look heavenly," she says, giving them each a personal vial which they are expected to drink in full.

"That's such a lie," Sora says, leaning over. "You're the one who looks almost normal."

She grimaces. "Not according to everyone in town… They say that once Kefka has gotten you, it will stay with you forever."

"Then buy him a clown nose," Riku points to Sora, which earns him a jab in the ribs.

"What exactly does that mean?" Aqua asks, more serious that she'd like to admit.

There's an invasive suspicion that refuses to vacate the back of her mind: that darkness has found a way into her heart, and that it may mean it will always linger there. What would the Master think?

Rydia bends over to caress her shoulder. "Nothing to worry about. It's something the townsfolk say to have a reason to stay scared. They want to deny anything and everything that would threaten them further."

Is that why Rydia's smile doesn't reach her eyes? Are they alienating her?

Rydia doesn't answer the questions in Aqua's mind, and instead pulls out the stack games, some in different languages, and lets them choose one.

"You want a rematch?" Riku asks.

"Absolutely not," Rydia says with a wink. "I still want to gloat about my win."

The stack is the typical clash of colors, a desperate way to claw at children's attention. Aqua is lucky. Having a Master that traveled through different universes meant she had the privilege to play with things that would otherwise never arrive at a child's door.

And there is one she does recognize.

"Command Board," she says, pulling it out from underneath the rest.

"Good choice," Sora says, even though he's likely never played it before.

"We used to grow up playing this." She chuckles to herself, remembering all the times she accused Terra of cheating. How Ven got a little too proud if he happened to win.

"It's a three-player game," Rydia says with a small nod. She's the odd fourth in the group, and maybe Aqua is a little sensitive to the idea of her not belonging, but Rydia waves like she's not bothered by it. "I hope you make new memories with it. It'll help with the poison."

"Huh?" Sora mutters.

Rydia may know better, but she probably should have been more blunt: to say that Aqua should keep her chin up and stay optimistic in spite of trying times. Aqua doesn't understand why the people around her are so concerned about her state of mind - does coming from the Realm of Darkness creep them out that much?

If what they say about Kefka's poison is just a jest, then Aqua truly doesn't have anything to worry about.

"How do you play?" Sora asks, and Aqua realizes she's been silent too long, once again.

Riku watches her with intent, and she challenges his gaze enough to get him to look somewhere else.

"Ah," she breathes. "The rules are complicated but you'll learn along the way."

She lifts the lid. This board isn't the same one she used to play with, but the rules are similar so she'll take it as a grand new adventure. There's some cards missing, but the dice are definitely all present.

Playing with Sora and Riku is like playing with friendly ghosts.

There's Sora with all his enthusiasm, already going too far in plotting strategies for events he can't predict are going to happen (so far he has a fifty-fifty success rate). He's so much like Ven, who's cunning enough to make all the right assumptions, and threw down more cards than he cared about moving his piece through the board. Ven loved to tag-team and then betray, pitting Terra and Aqua against each other so they wouldn't go after him.

Riku is a little more reserved and careful. He reads his cards like he's studying a textbook, and he catches the both of them by surprise when he considers card combinations she's never tried before. He's like Terra, slow and sneaky. Terra had terrible poker face, usually bringing his cards right against his nose to hide what he's thinking. And that's only if he wasn't throwing glances at Aqua with a smirk on his face. He used to say that it's to predict what she's going to do next. Nowadays, Aqua thinks it's so much more than that.

Yet Riku and Sora are different. They are a nice homage to childish days, a breath of fresh nostalgia. They are innocent in the game, but not yet to the point where they have to consider tricking Aqua, and this gives her an advantage.

It's as colorful in Traverse Town as the spots on the board. It may hide dreary secrets behind the night lights, mixed with its enviously gorgeous architecture, but there's a pleasant space here. A spot to hide away from sins.

It's not really a home, yet. But it's close enough.

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The streets are louder than ever when night comes. It's the fourth parade in a row, which Aqua watches from her bedroom window. The horns are thunderous, drums banging to the pace of the march where dancers hand balloons to children and throw candy at everyone else.

It may be the fourth but Noctis is still uncomfortable, hands hiding in his pockets instead of waving to the crowds. He only calms when Garnet joins him on such an embarrassment, all the way through to the end. If she's not smiling at people, she's looking at the cobblestones under her feet.

Aqua is on the highest floor of the hotel but she can still hear Donald's scratchy whining down below whenever Sora bursts out of the hotel doors. They're all doing so much better by now, but he still treats them as delicate.

By now, Sora doesn't have a guttural cough anymore.

By now, the electric bell in the clock tower has been deactivated, under Noctis' orders.

By now, Lea knocks on Aqua's door with a mug already prepared with sleeping weed. For as much as Lea acts like he enjoys hanging out with people, he certainly spends a lot of time alone, avoiding the crowds. Like water, like fire.

"You forgot your tea," he says, and sets the mug on her bedside table. "Three cheers for health, dreams, and vanquishing Heartless. Now drink it."

Other nights, Aqua's usually more willing to drink. Tonight, she walks briskly to pick up Terra's Wayfinder, massaging it in her hand while Lea makes himself comfortable with a chair in between his legs.

She could avoid it, but she's terrible about this sort of thing. Eventually, Lea will read exactly how anxious she is.

"Does it smell funny?" He's already doing it.

There's a growing list of questions ever since Lea made it clear that he and Xemnas don't get along. There shouldn't be, and Aqua wants to be mature enough to cast them aside.

"I don't have friends from the darkness," she says.

Yet it still bothers her.

Lea looks around the room, from one corner to another, from the carpet to the ceiling. "That doesn't answer my question.

That she's made a friend in the darkness.

She holds the Wayfinder close to her heart. "What does Xemnas do?"

"Still on that, huh." Lea scoffs. She's expected him to maybe grunt in shock, or give her a grim response. "You really want to know?"

No.

"I don't know." She blinks several times, like she's just been awakened. "He… he was supposed to find me. He promised he'd get me out."

"Out of the Realm of Darkness?" Lea whistles, crossing his arms over the backrest and resting his chin on his fist. "There's nothing much to tell about Xemnas. It's not a good story, so just drink your tea, it'll make you feel better."

How can it be, she wonders. She remembers the very first time she's ever heard his voice.

Somewhere deep where mirrors talked back and had a mind of their own.

And she had asked:

"Is this… the last apparition before it takes me over?"

And he had said:

"No."

"...No?"

"You wanted an answer to your question. It is no."

Since then, whenever she struggled with painful loneliness, he gave her peaceful solitude.

Lea's voice reminds her that she's nowhere deep anymore. "If you want to know what happened to him, you should ask Riku and Sora." Then he laughs, shaking his head with disgust like he's embarrassed he's told a terrible joke. "Nevermind. Don't tell Sora, he'd be pretty upset if he heard."

"Why would-" She takes a sharp inhale. "Why-"

Something about it clicks. If those boys were involved, then Lea is right: it's a truth she'd never want to hear.

But Aqua is sometimes too brave for her own good, even in the face of regret.

Lea looks at her hard. "You should really count your blessings."

He takes too much time to find the right words, and she wants to slap him to get on with it since what is so difficult about this information?

After deliberation, he says, "He's Xehanort's Nobody."

It isn't what she expected. It isn't even her worst nightmare, yet Aqua cripples down to the floor, nearly hurling over the carpet, shutting her mouth with her hands. The parade outside sings and dances by itself, a different life altogether than what's living in her own room.

"Hey," Lea objects, his hands up in surrender. "It's not that shameful to be a Nobody."

"He isn't."

"Oh, he is." He stands up, coming over her shoulder to make sure she's not losing herself. "Devilishly handsome, stone-faced, cold-hearted, greedy, obnoxious - all the makings of a cockroach."

"How could I have fallen for it?" she snaps, even though she doesn't mean to take it out on Lea.

When she sobers after giving him a cold stare, she understands. It's not just her. Terra fell for it too, right after the most important failure of his life that left him utterly broken-hearted.

Aqua was broken-hearted, as well.

Lea's emerald green eyes spark. He smirks, bending down on his knees to join her. "I see that you're smart enough to know the answer to that question, so I don't have to waste my breath." He takes the mug and cups it. "This is the third damn time I'm telling you to drink your tea. Or else I'll hire you a mother."

She is absent-minded when she takes the mug, only aware enough that it doesn't tip over and spill. "Does that make me a terrible Master? That I let him in?"

"Nah." Lea waves his hand over like he's swatting a fly. "If I was alone that much, I wouldn't care either. And that's saying something."

"I really felt like I needed him." She sighs. She's supposed to be smarter than this, to notice when people take advantage of her. And it makes her angry. "When I see him again-"

"Stop right there." He clicks his tongue and waves a finger at her. "There's no need to look for him. You won't get any answers, and it won't make you happy."

Lea then pats her on the shoulder hard enough to knock her off her stupor.

She once told Xemnas how grateful she was for his companionship. Aqua doesn't know whether to grieve over something that never existed, or start a war. "What else is left?" she asks.

"With Xemnas?" He scratches his head, already on his way towards the door. "Nothing. He's Nobody. A blip in a tiny part of your past and not much more."

When he opens her door, Duchess and her kittens are already clawing to come in. "Well, excuse me." He lifts one leg let them in, then turns an about-face to bid her good night. "Aqua, for crying out loud, drink it." He shuts it.

Aqua sits on the carpet, Duchess climbing onto her lap. She purrs. It's enough to remind Aqua that she has some cat food stashed away, so she neglects her tea to prepare it for them.

"Terra," she says to his Wayfinder, the last of the cat bowl filled, "I swear I'm going to bring us all back together and keep us protected."

Vulnerable - that's the word she feels strongest, being exposed to Xehanort like that when she thought she was immune to him.

Terra once told her he was stupid many years ago, and now the joke's on her.

The melody from his music box melts away the embarrassment for now.

"I'm so sorry," she says, "for judging you the way I did."

The tea is now lukewarm, but along with the leftover elixir that waits on her bedside table, she expects - she demands of her body - to heal completely by tomorrow.

~*~*~*~*~

Aqua still doesn't feel so well, but she's fine enough. Minor headaches to and fro, some nausea left in the morning, and heaping of grumpiness. She asks Riku and Sora if they're well enough to join her, and they're bored enough to jump the bandwagon as quickly as possible. Good.

After four nights in a row partying, Traverse Town is ready to hunker down and begin rebuilding. The hotel is once again filled with the bustle of workers, and Noctis is always followed by a crowd of people waiting for their assignments, just an ordinary day for him.

Cid of course is always nagging him.

"We got the hospital to clean out in the west," Cid would bark.

"I know, I have it on my list," Noctis would snark back.

"What about the third district?"

"I'm getting on that."

"Sewers are a mess, the Heartless-"

"I know."

"The clock tower needs-"

"I know."

"Kid, I don't know what to do with ya!"

Goodbyes are quick. Rydia makes absolutely certain that Aqua promises she'll take care of herself. Originally, Rydia objected to their leave, but compensates by giving them extra elixirs just in case. She inspects their faces to make sure they have proper color, before demanding hugs.

Noctis thanks Sora and Riku specifically for their work in vanquishing Heartless and Nobodies. Maybe one day, he'll be reunited with his friends. That once they're back, he'll take them to see what else is out there, as soon as his work is finished.

Aqua doesn't know what to say to him. Tradition says that reckless travel in between worlds is forbidden. Upsets the balance of the multiverse, brings oblivion and destruction, etc etc.

And yet, Traverse Town is the exact opposite of everything she knows. Aqua wonders if the Master was ever aware of its existence.

Lea pulls her aside for his temporary farewell - he has business to take care of, and his own personal gummi ship sits only one, so there's no use tagging along. But he's still mulish about his belief that Aqua is in need of a loving, doting mother to take care of areas that she's neglecting, and somehow he must deem himself perfect for the role.

His advice: Mind your vegetables.

Second, Drink water.

He has trouble thinking of a third one, and he settles for Don't get a concussion. Aqua doesn't consider this to be something most mothers would say to their children.

Finally, he tells her, Don't get pregnant. And that's enough wisdom for the day.

Just like that, he's gone. He moves like he has someplace to go, just like everyone else around here, leaving messes and tripping over them, splitting up until lunch break, telling their wives and children that they'll be back later in the day.

There's just one person who is still.

The rabbit-woman from the other night, sitting on a lounge chair by the wall opposite, fine curtains and exquisite vases notwithstanding.

She watches Aqua diligently like a hunter, with an expression that's hard to describe. Aqua interprets it as condescension. Suspicion, distrust, and there's a sense that this rabbit-woman sees through Aqua, as if reading her insides, her mind, her heart.

The rabbit-woman is scantily dressed, showing more dark skin that anything else, with hair as white as clouds, and it makes Aqua blush.

"Our heroine of fine quality," she hears a voice say behind her. The well-dressed man strides with confidence, rebuttoning his cuffs. He smells like he has just bathed in soap and cologne. This close, the embroidery on his vest looks like it was sewn with gold thread. "That was quite a show you've given us that night."

Aqua is still flustered by the rabbit-woman, and she stammers. This isn't like her. "I- Excuse me, um, who is asking exactly?"

"Balthier," he says like she's supposed to know. "I see Fran has made her acquaintance as well."

Aqua clears her throat.

"Balthier," Garnet calls out, floating over on her dainty feet, with excitement in her voice and a grand smile on her face. It suits her better than despair. "I believe you are intimidating our guest."

"I trust it isn't my disposition." The way he's speaking - he's flirting with her.

Garnet takes a moment to study him. "I imagine pirates have their way."

"Well, I am no ruffian."

"Pirates?" Aqua asks. "You don't strike me as one."

"I'm a sky pirate," Balthier says as though he's offended. "I suppose I should have greeted you with an 'Ahoy, matey' and doubtless you'd be convinced."

"Sky pirates," Aqua whispers. It makes sense. Now she knows where she's seen Fran before - or rather people like Fran. Viera, that's the word to describe their race of people. All the way in the corner of the empty space that splits the worlds apart is a cluster of stars that form their very own galaxy. The Master has theorized it is because the threads that should have cut after the great Keyblade War are still strung together.

Montressor - that's the name of one of the stars there. They have been there before… maybe seventeen years ago by this point? The Master had supervised them on a mission there.

Aqua doesn't say anything about it - it's no good to trust pirates.

"Then where did you learn water magic?" she asks Balthier. "It's rare."

Balthier has a smug look on his face. "I have acquired some runes."

Or stolen them. Either way, it's definitely a lie. He turns over his shoulder to meet with his partner.

"What say you, Fran?" He takes a seat on one of the shorter dressers right by her side. "Where shall the stars take us next?"

Fran takes one more stare at Aqua before replying, "The sun will set." Her accent rolls and purrs, though it's subtle. "And we will meet it."

Balthier has no option but to take what he gets. "Lovely. Carry onward, then."

They move too, in opposite directions as everyone else.

There must be something on Aqua's face, because Garnet reads it and says, "Fran is a special member of our community." It's a wonder how she can trust pirates so easily.

"What does she do?"

"She senses the darkness in others, even in our worlds. That is exactly how they have saved me." Garnet holds a crystal hanging from her neck. "And she has been an asset to us every since."

It's unsettling for Aqua, but she's fine the way she is. Kefka's poison will not turn her into a Heartless.

Without warning, Garnet takes both her hands and holds them in between. "Have no fear. You are quite capable, and stronger than anyone I have ever met."

Aqua hasn't been feeling that way the last couple of days. "Thank you," she says with a smile.

Garnet returns it, a sparkle in her eyes. "He is a treasure, Aqua."

"Uh, who?"

"Terra, of course." Why does everyone have to put her on the spot? "He brought you to us."

There's so much heat in Aqua's cheeks, she's sure she's red in the face. "Ah, thank you." It sounds more like a question that anything else, a slip in the cracks of her otherwise serious demeanor.

"Before I forget." Garnet lets go of her, and searches a knapsack hanging from her shoulder. "Terra purchased this for Ventus."

A fancy silver whistle, adorned with red gemstones. "It is enchanted," Garnet says, "its calls meant only for the one who is needed. Be sure to give it to him?"

"Of course." That is so much like Terra, leaving them random things he feels they need.

At least that's his usual self. It's hard to imagine what he was thinking when he went off on his own and never came back to the Land of Departure. Aqua had suspected he stopped caring about them.

But he never did, and that's the point.

"And be sure to give Leon and Lightning our love," Garnet says. "We owe them our lives for all the help they've granted us."

Not like Aqua knows who they are.

~*~*~*~*~

Riku takes the helm of Sora's gummi ship since his own has been sliced in two by a lunatic clown. He says it's because it's safer if he drives, but Aqua suspects he trusts Sora wholeheartedly, more than he lets on.

He just won't admit he likes to be in control.

The gummi ship is comfortable and large, lights blinking in a language Aqua does not understand. She never imagined that engineers could create technology that allows people to travel between worlds without the guidance of a Keyblade. The Master would surely disapprove of this.

She takes the empty seat behind Sora, and finishes making herself comfortable when Donald walks in. Apparently she has taken his chair, counting on the way he's mumbling and gurgling to himself. With the scratchiness of his voice, it's impossible to tell what he's saying to her.

Sora understands him, giving Aqua a shake of his head as if saying not to worry. Maybe Donald is usually this grumpy. "He said no, again?" he asks Donald.

"He said no again." Donald takes the seat next to Aqua, Goofy trailing closely behind with a pep to his step.

"What's going on?" Riku is busy turning on the engine, but he listens closely.

"Balthier won't take our munny to find a Door to Darkness," Sora says. "Dangerous business, he says, if there's nothing to gain from it or no one to save from a world that's about to fall."

Riku scoffs. "I guess that makes sense? It's funny to see him that concerned."

"Why? He's pretty cool."

"You say that about every pirate."

"He's a pirate that flies. That's better than anything."

"How is he able to travel to other worlds?" Aqua asks. "He shouldn't be able to do that in the first place."

Riku grimaces, trapping a laugh. "Sora, you don't know this story."

Sora hops in his seat. "Tell me."

"Mickey and I," Riku starts, and it already catches Donald and Goofy's attention. "Traveled to Montressor… I don't remember why we were there, but Balthier caught us red-handed landing in that world. He chased us using his sky ship, all over the stars of that world. It's humongous."

"Are you serious?" Sora is near laughing, and Donald grunts.

"And he caught us."

"Ha."

"Tied us up, and demanded to know how we even got there.

"Well, obviously you're fine. He's cool, like I said."

"We gave him spare gummi parts, then he let us go. Simple as that."

Sora slaps his knee. "That's awesome."

"Hmph!" Donald nearly slaps his own waist in fury, like scolding them with his hands on his hips won't catch up to how angry he is. "That was dangerous for the King!"

Goofy laughs - it's a hearty one, like there's reason to be happy. "They got out just fine."

Suddenly Donald hangs his head. "We left the King in the Realm of Darkness."

Ooh, sadness on Goofy is enough to make Aqua tear up - he's so animated, so contorted with grief, and he takes his hat off like he's honoring a funeral. "If only his Majesty let us go with him."

Riku is quiet, and Sora sighs.

"It was Mickey's choice," Riku says calmly, "like I've said before. He wields powerful magic, and he has Terra with him."

Goofy keeps quiet.

Donald, however, fires up. "If anything happens to the King, Terra knows what I am capable of."

"Now, now," Goofy says, putting his hat back on and counting on his fingers. "Terra is kind, and generous, and helpful-"

"He's trouble." Donald crosses his arms.

Sora snorts. "Don't worry about them Aqua, they're always like that. Terra is awesome." He spins over his seat to give her a reassuring smile. "Where to first?"

Riku turns over his shoulder, too. "I hope to Master Yen Sid's?" He takes one look at Aqua and gets his answer. "You're going to be as difficult as Terra, aren't you? Fine."

Ven is far more important than anything. There's really nothing she has to say to Yen Sid, and for some reason… she doesn't want anything he has to offer. She's the only one that knows about Ven, so there isn't anything new he could tell her.

"I need to go to the Land of Departure."

Sora and Riku exchange looks. It's clear they've heard of it before. "Terra asked for the same."

Aqua hesitates. "And?"

Riku turns on a device which whirrs and spits and beeps like it's scanning. He gives another look over to Sora, this time more grim.

"The pathway is blocked," he says simply.

"I'm sorry, what are you saying?" Aqua leans over, holding Sora's chair to keep herself steady.

"We can only travel through highways in between worlds. Nothing like what you're able to with your armor and glider," Riku explains with melancholy to his voice. But he wouldn't know either - he'd never be able to comprehend how sick she's getting right now. "Why it's blocked can mean ten different things, but usually we find it in our scanner."

The Land of Departure has changed dramatically, that much is true. Darkness has ruled its skies for years, the castle has been disfigured, so maybe something is off. What if it got worse? What if it was attacked?

… What if it fell?

"Ven is there," she blurts out, shivering. She doesn't mean to say it. He's only safe if she's the only one who knows, but… "I have to get there. I can't leave him behind-"

Sora grabs her wrist. His smile is… angelic almost, like she doesn't have to explain herself.

"Ventus is fine," Sora says, even though he has no way of knowing. "I don't believe that you'd ever be reckless with him, so I know he's okay."

She stirs. There's a warmth in her chest that caresses her stomach. Sora is right. If she listens, her heart knows that Ven is fine. She doesn't know how Sora could feel the same way since they don't know each other, but he has a gift. She's always sensed it.

Riku takes turns glancing at each of them. "What's with you all of a sudden?" he asks Sora.

Sora lets her go and situates back in his seat. "What do you mean?"

Goofy chuckles that warm swelling of his. "Somethin's different about ya."

"What?"

"You're just different around Terra and Aqua," Riku says too quickly. "You're very needy for their attention."

Sora interlaces his fingers behind his head, leaning into his chair. "And you're just jealous."

"Yen Sid's, then?" Riku tries again. He throws another glance at Aqua to test the waters and she sighs.

If she had her own Keyblade, her own armor, she could find the Land of Departure by herself and do what she has to do.

Yet the Master would have respected her for visiting his old friend, and accept the wisdom given. After all, she's a Master too, and she has responsibilities.

Making Ven wait isn't worth any of them, though.

Does she have a choice? In order to get to Ven, she absolutely needs her armor, and can make do with the Master's Defender. Maybe Yen Sid could be useful in giving her direction.

… Aqua still isn't sure she wants to listen to someone who lazily sat with his outdated books while she waited for someone to save her. It's not very noble of him at all.

"Okay then," she says unenthusiastically.

"Finally!" Sora shoots a fist in the air while Riku revs the engine. "I'm ready to go. You know, once we get Terra back, he needs to teach us how to make armor like that. It's the coolest thing."

"Sounds like a great idea," Riku says.

"It is," Aqua says softly. She's wasting time traveling the opposite direction.

Leaving what she really wants behind for yet another day. Traverse Town shrinks as they fly up, and she hopes the next time she comes here, it's prettier.

A/N: This chapter makes references to Treasure Planet (2002).

#terraqua #aqua #riku #sora #lea #kh fanfic #kingdom hearts fanfiction #all the final fantasy characters #and my crippling lack of self-esteem #and deadly social anxiety #have fun #my fic

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fandom-smut-shots · 4 years

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Hello! Is it possible that I could have an NSFW alphabet with Finn from Adventure Time? Thank you and I hope you are staying safe during this pandemic!

Thank you for your concern! I hope you’re staying safe as well!

So Adventure Time requests, for future reference, will be written with a sort of modern twist in mind, so they’ll have like cell phones and sex toys and things.

Oh! And the reader will default to female unless you specify otherwise, because body parts are kind of a crucial detail for sexual encounters.

Also, third time is evidently the charm! I tried to write this twice, with minimal inspiration, but my browser kept crashing and deleting it. I sat down this time and wrote out everything, with longer answers than I had previously! Woo!

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It takes him a little bit to to get a rhythm down, but he’ll soon figure out the gentlest way to clean you up and hold you so that you’re not too sore. If you want, he’ll draw you a bath with bubbles and a bath bomb and climb in behind you to massage your head and back while you relax.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of yours)

Your fingers. He completely loses his mind to feel your fingers dancing across his chest or feel them tangling in his hair.

C - Cum (Anything to do with it)

He’s not usually easily embarrassed, but his inexperience causes him to shy away at times, so he tries to make as little mess as possible. He’s very clean after sex, disposing of condoms and towels and anything else that was used as soon as his legs allow him to stand again.

D - Dirty Secret

He saves every single thirsty text and naughty photo you send to his phone, for private use later on.

E - Experience

You’re his first awww.

F - Favorite Position

Sitting up or laying back while you ride him. Holding your hips so he can thrust in time with you, pressing kisses along your neck while your hands tangle in his hair, gazing into your eyes and watching your face contort when you climax.

G - Goofy (how serious are they in the moment)

Boy’s a goofball, come ON. He’s giggly and uncoordinated and it takes a few tries to align himself with your entrances, but once he’s inside you he’s a whole new Finn and you better hold on.

H - Hair (how groomed are they)

He never really cared about that until you came along, so now he tries to keep himself shaved (or at least trimmed) because nobody wants a noseful of pubes when they’re trying to go down on you. speaking from personal experience

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they)

He tries his hardest to be a romantic. He lights candles and throws petals on the floor and sets a playlist of “mood music” to make you comfortable and content. Sometimes the petals are wilted and the candles burn out and the playlist acquires a stray rap song that disturbs the ambiance but you usually don’t mind.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s alone for too long, that’s when his collection of photos and texts come in handy. He prefers to actively text you while he strokes himself, but if you’re busy, he’ll make do with the naked pictures he saves to a locked photo album on his phone.

K - Kink

Bondage. Surprised the hell out of him, too. Tying you down. Being tied down. He loves it either way. Relinquishing control to you was a bigger turn on than he ever anticipated.

L - Location (favorite place to have sex)

Your place. Jake has interrupted one dozen too many times for him to even want to get down and dirty at his house. If he’s gonna love you like you deserve, you’re gonna be secluded the entire time.

M - Motivation (turn ons)

Seeing you in lingerie is an immediate mood changer. Lace especially - cupping your breasts, lining your lower lips, and if you found some crotchless panties, heaven help you.

N - No (What will they absolutely not do)

Any sort of pain play. No knives, blood, whipping. He doesn’t want to risk hurting you.

O - Oral (skills, prefer giving or receiving)

He gets shy about receiving, but he’ll cave if you really want to. And honey he’s a master at giving. Boy’s a people pleaser, so he’ll listen to every single thing you tell him to do to make sure he’s flicking his tongue or sucking your clit just the way you like it.

P - Pace (slow and sensual, fast and rough, etc)

Slow and sensual, usually. He likes to take his time warming you up, stretching you out, making love to you rather than just fucking you.

Q - Quickie (how they stack up against proper sex)

This is where just fucking you comes into play. If you’re busy and don’t have time for the full endeavor, he can work quickly. He’s good with any kind of sex, really, if he gets to be with you. He’ll rip off your panties and fuck you against the wall before you have to go somewhere.

R - Risk (do they like to experiment)

He’s willing to try anything you want to do, but he’s hesitant as everything is new to him and he doesn’t entirely understand ball gags or unconventional positions.

S - Stamina (how long can they last)

Long rounds, but not many of them. He makes your orgasm last for hours, but he can only fuck you a couple of times a day.

T - Toys (do they like/use toys?)

If you want them, you’ve got them. He likes getting you off with his own tongue, fingers, and cock, but if a vibrator or something else will make your orgasm stronger, he’ll give it a shot.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he’s feeling playful, get ready for edging. He learned that he loves hearing you beg and whimper, and the tighter you’re both wound, the more powerful your climaxes are.

V - Volume (how loud they are)

He was quiet at first, but the second you told him you wanted to hear him, the whole ass land of Ooo could hear his moans. Boy is loud. And high-pitched. And a little whiny.��

W - Wild Card (random dirty headcanon)

Sports hickeys with pride. He won’t point them out, but if someone happens to notice, he preens like a peacock. “Oh, this? Yeah, my girlfriend did that. Isn’t that great? She’s really hot.”

X - X-ray (what’s in their pants)

Size doesn’t matter, baby - it’s how you use what you’ve got. He’s not partciualrly large or thick, but he can rock his hips like no other.

Y -Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

All day every day. He can distract himself with missions and adventures and whatnot, but if he’s left to his own devices, he’s thinking about you, thinking about fucking you, thinking about sneaking out to your place.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep)

At night, he falls asleep pretty fast. Pleasing you is a workout, okay, and he’s a tired boy. If it’s during the day, it pumps him up, and he usually needs a fuck or at least a handjob to go to sleep.

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kurtty-drabbles · 4 years

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I feel what you feel au (part 3)

N/A: MEh. Here we go again.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

Using your mutation for everyday chores and moment is a luxury few mutants can truly appreciate- Kitty is now well versed in how some mutants would take anything in their possession to be human again and it makes her be thankful of her power as well mentally debate if all mutants are equal-and Karma and Kitty are one of the lucky ones right now.

They´re in Karma´s room floating through the ceiling as they´re listening to the radio-playing old songs that neither Kitty nor Karma ever heard until now- and talking about their day. Karma has great control over her own telekinesis (something Rachel is impressed as she took as her mission to train Karma. Two different styles of telekinesis) and Kitty, herself, is flying watching as her sandal did fall from her feet making a big "Blop" on the floor.

"Kitty, can I ask you something?" Karma asked once the mysterious song ends and the announcer is now speaking greatly about product placement. Karma is flipping a magazine and gesture to Kitty who still looks at her fallen sandal.

"I guess. If it is about ABBA again...no, I´d not think it would make a good movie" Kitty answers absently thinking if it would really be possible to make a movie out of each song of ABBA and she´s a huge fan of this old band.

"No, not that. Is about, well, Kurt" Karma is navigating on thin ice as Kitty is not one to talk about her own feelings. Karma would be surprised if that wasn´t the same thing Yana does in New Mutants.

Without waiting for her answer-and she has a nagging suspicion it would be just like the same evasive answer Yana likes to give when asked about her time in Limbo and is more than fair- she made her question. "You´d not like Kurt?" is a simple question but it carries more weight to Kitty. "Is he a bad man?" she concluded as she heard many things about him. Both good and bad.

Kitty is taken by surprise by such a question and shakes her head as if she was an insulting part of this question. "No, far from it. He´s a wonderful person...even after suffering what he did ...he still remains a good person at heart" she speaks now more firmly. "selfless, brave and caring. Kurt Wagner is a good man"

Karma arch one of her eyebrows at this. "But ...?" her question trails off and Kitty thinks about it. Kurt has its flaws, it has its strength. What would mean to date Kurt Wagner? That is a question she never once thought about it.

"He only thinks by his dick and It does wonder to my self-esteem," Kitty responds recalling her only relationship and how it end quickly either thanks to their own immaturity or because Kitty was too insecure about her own looks. "Guess I have my issues too. I sometimes don´t like what I see in the mirror. I ...sometimes wish to be like Meggan...or Rachel"

Karma blinks seem to understand the feeling. "Sometimes, I wish I was taller. My sister is the tallest in our family and I sort envy her for this" there are longing and sadness in her tone. She does miss her family very much and Kitty feels that (her aunt is here, but, where is her mother? The FBI didn´t give much info for their own safety) "But if Kurt changes his ways...would you accept him as his soulmate?"

Kitty bites her lips. Would she? Could he? "I suppose I´ll. Right now...we´re not right for each other. Too immature and too stuck in our own issues to work as a couple...maybe in the future" and Karma changes the subject mercifully.

Kitty forgets to take the white pill and how she forget this crucial detail is something she has yet to understand, however, she can feel what he feels and maybe a selfish part of her wants this feeling too.

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The day rises as always and Rachel is on her second mug of coffee- a mug Scott and Jean gave to Rachel. It has a Firebird draw it and she wonders who made the draw. Scott or Jean? In her timeline, her mother was a terrible artist-and is blessed by having the kitchen to herself.

Not for long, as Rhane Sinclair shows up ready to make her own breakfast and talking idly about her favorite boy band- a band Rachel never heard of it, but, then again...Rachel is not one to care for the pop culture and she only knows about Star Wars and Star Trek simply to mess with Kitty- but let Rhane speak excitedly about said boy band as everyone deserves to have their own joys in life.

"Which one of them you think is the most handsome?" Rhane asked and Rachel can only shurgs at this question and it didn´t hinder her excitement as Rhane show an image of the said boy band from her cellphone for Rachel. "Is Chad? He´s really handsome...or maybe Larry" and she looks really excited.

"Uhm, all of them look the same to me" she replies painfully aware how someone of her age (and timeline) couldn´t bond very well with the interest of 14 years old.

Rhane looks confused. "Not even Chris? Why?" she asked truly bewildered as if each member of this boy band is the reincarnation of a Greek God.

Rachel took a sip of her coffee. "They don´t have the right body parts to get my attention...plus, I never heard of them" and she rose from her chair and mess with Rhane´s hair as she leaves using her telekinesis to put the mug on the kitchen sink and wash it out.

"What?" Rhane asked herself as she hides the image of her favorite boy band and wonders if this was some sort of mistake. If Rachel is not attracted to the men (she´s aware those men in the boy band are a bit older to be called boy band) then...is Rachel attract to girls too?

This is so confusing. She thought to hold her cross the only present her father gave to her.

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Kurt Wagner remembers the conversation Kitty and Karma had. Had half of his mind ready to tell her to take the pills (wasn´t that the whole point?) and maybe that´s his meaner side, however, Kurt is utterly taken back by how she defends him...how she thinks he´s a good man, yet, has no problem in pointing his flaws.

We have flaws, Katzchen...

He thought ponders about the possibility if Kitty took her pill recalling how last night she just forgets- was an honest mistake or not? and Kurt can at least reconize how Kitty cna have a meaner side too...just like him - and wonder if he should mention something...or not.

And you think I´m a good man ...

Kurt wants nothing more than just drink coffee and try to understand his own feelings and this situation. Is he upset Kitty is his soulmate? Not really, but it does show how Kurt has no real understanding about many things regarding relationships.

As he enters the kitchen, already imagining his coffee, his golden eyes witness Rhane on the verge of crying as she´s holding her cellphone as if something precious. "Rhane?" he asked and wonders if he should call Dr. Moira.

"Kurt, Am I a bad person?" she asked with a tone of desperation in her voice. Kurt can listen to her because he knows deep well how is important to rant (is a bit ironic coming from him)

"Why you ask this?" Kurt gently asked sitting next to her. His tail manages to found some napkins and offers to Rhane to clear her nose. And once she takes a deep breath and dries some of her tears she tries again.

"I was raised by all the rules of the catholicism. You too, right?" Kurt only nods and it gives some confidence in her speech. "And the bible, as my father once told me, says that the impure will go to hell" and she looks at the open door of the kitchen. "and this is making me confusing"

Kurt frown slightly at this having a clear idea of where Rhane is referring but letting she continue.

"But...Karma is so gentle and Ray does not seem like a bad person...so, are all people like that....are all or Am I wrong?" she asked as if she´s confessing a grave sin.

"The word you´re searching is gay, Rhane" he spoke after Rhane gives her angst away to Kurt. "And I get it, some less enlight people believe God hates those who don´t think like them...Rhane, people like that don´t have God in their hearts" and this hit Rhane strongly. Can she truly think her father was a good man? Not really.

"But ...what I do with my faith?"

"Rhane...God loves us all and our sexuality means nothing to us. Would you stop being friends with Karma just because she likes girls?" Kurt asked and Rhane shakes her head.

"Would you think differently of Rachel because of her too like girls?"

Rhane denies it again.

"Then why you would stop having faith in God? The real God loves us all, gay, straight, trans or even mutant...we´re all his..." he ponders remembering Good Omens and Call of Zaorva for a moment. "or her children. So, did I help a little?"

She nods. "How you still keep your faith after all the missions? "

"Because I need to believe. Because I just have faith, Rhane...I believe in God who loves us all. Just that"

"Thank you, Kurt"

"If you have doubts about God or anything else...I´m here"

"Thank you. I have so many questions and I don´t know how to make them now"

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Summary: The RX300, arguably the most elusive design of Elijah Kamski's creation. An undisclosed prototype tasked with human-android relations espionage, equipped with a real-time observational UI, social protocol, combat tactics and looks to kill. How does a painted genius so easily lose track of his own spy? (Android OC/Connor)

Additional Tags: Pre-Deviant Connor, Pre-Android Revolution, OC backstory, Mostly Canon Compliant, Elijah Kamski has ulterior motives, OC is Kamski’s surveillance android, sort of like when people say Google is listening to your conversations, she’s kind of like that, OC observes Connor at work, for “observational research purposes”, this totally isn’t one of those types of romances, except it totally is, probably, Drama & Romance, Fluff and Angst, Deviant Love, Connor Deserves Happiness, Big Brother is Watching

Link to Chapter 1

2 || At Any Cost

Chapter Summary: "What makes me what I am?”

RX300 #151 073 925 - 21

Awaken, fair Eve, skin as alabaster in the light of an artificial moon. The Garden has unfinished business with you.

AUGUST 15TH 2038

P a r a d i s e

As dusk fell, Kamski's simulated arboretum[1] had taken on an ethereal light, jarring in Eve's vision as she stepped forward into inverted god-rays on the rocky path. One foot in front of the other, she pushed past glowing plants with fronds brushing synthetic skin, tickling her cheek had she been capable of the sensation. Her LED spun blue in the simulated darkness, displaying her calm distance from that which was subjectively beautiful. The pathway before her formed itself slowly but steadily, illuminated by her steps as she went with her main directive in mind.

He stood on a pedestal in this dreamscape, arm extended as he stroked a large paintbrush across a previously-incorporeal canvas, hues of blue forming on the pillar before him, contrasting the inverse nature of the world around them.

"Elijah," Eve addressed him, simulated breaths expressed in glittering plumes. He paused, a smile passing over his features as he set his idle painting aside. Stepping from his pedestal and down to her level, he regarded her with the kind of consideration that could only be expected of a man in constant search of answers.

"Eve." He hummed as he approached, eyes glimmering curiously, "I've been closely watching your work. As you're already aware, you are equipped with the latest observational technology--in particular, an interface that I as your sole director may obtain oversight of at any time." She stood still as he circled her contemplatively, her face fixed forward, expression unchanged. "You are my eyes. Anywhere that you can go, I can go. It is a great gift, but one we must hide."

She blinked like a child with tired eyes to his lecturing. He placed his hands upon her shoulders, reaching just a bit taller than his own, his eyebrows rising and falling as he processed her rigid response to his grasp. "Your task is of great importance to me," He gently chided, "to my company. To the world, inevitably. The information we need is imperative to the advancement of human history."

"I understand," she spoke deliberately, "it is my purpose to uphold the expectations you have for me. I am designed to impress, not disappoint." Words fit for the ears of her creator. He'd programmed her well enough to give him adequate lip service, even in the event of a miscalculation or subsequent error.

"Good," He grinned, heaving a sigh that seemed to betray his outright confidence in her abilities. "At the moment, I believe I have an urgent case worth looking into." He stepped backward, finding his place among the luminescence of simulated flowers, turning on his heel and spreading his arms wide. His hands closed, fingers splaying to conjure a transparent monitor in the space before him. Pictures and videos flooded the screen, as well as various taglines heading the articles that surfaced on its intangible display.

Eve surveyed the images, poised to take in only the details that would be deemed necessary. A prominent variable caught her attention and easily debunked this mentality, however; an android detective, purportedly on active duty in the same location, its[2] conventionally approachable appearance wavering in the ether.

"I've arranged transportation, your alibi has been forwarded to you. The authorization you'll need has just been cleared by the DPD. Survey the crime scene, and keep an eye--" Elijah gestured vaguely to the enlarged image of the android in question, "--on that one. Take note of its actions. Don't let anyone onto your motive. This is strictly confidential observational research."

New Objective Received.

A wave of sensory overload flooded Eve, causing her eyes to harshly blink open. Blueish, bruised moonlight caressed her arm where she stood at a large, arched window looking out over broken waves. CyberLife Tower. The room that greeted her was more or less a glorified walk-in closet, complete with an array of outfits fit to dress both androids and humans--or, in the case of Eve on covert occasions, androids posing as humans. This mission required as such, seeing as the DPD wouldn't take kindly to any android apart from the obvious showing up to observe an active deviant threat.

Tensions had risen so quickly, with curious attachment to the Detroit area. It made sense that Kamski would be so adamant about attempting to frame deviancy from every angle, as had been Eve's clear goal since her inception. Being unable to show up to a crime scene himself without flags being raised by reporters and by the American public as a whole--this was why he'd been so determined on sending her instead. On the outside, he'd declared his apparent resignment long ago, secluded himself away from the public eye for sake of personal privacy.

On the inside, he still headed the operation, pulling strings where needed and providing his legacy with the occasional adjustment; new amendments to his original formula where necessary. If he couldn't be where the action was to see for himself, at least he could have someone to act in his stead. In this case, something with the power to act as his inside source, his live feed.

AUGUST 15TH 2038

T h e P h i l l i p s ' R e s i d e n c e

Exiting the taxi had proven a hassle in itself. Eve moved through the throng of people who had gathered at the perimeter, buzzing with curious minds and excitable conversation over the active threat that was taking place high above them. The entrance of the apartment building burst open to reveal a disgruntled police officer holding a woman securely by the arm, escorting her through the flickering line of holographic police tape. She struggled frantically, and Eve saw her chance to move past personnel as the woman began to wail, much to the morbid curiosity of the gathered crowd.

"It has my child!" She bawled, "If you aren't going to save her, let me do it myself!"

Slipping into the complex and onto the elevator with ease, Eve ascended to the 70th floor. She prepared herself, armed only with words (to angle herself away from suspicion), a convincing ID (to provide evidence of the truth to her lies), a pen and notebook (to act as decoys; she had no real use for them aside from aiding her disguise), and an olivine polyester jacket (an aesthetic touch tailored to enhance her visual impression.) With some luck, the attention would be on the event at hand and not on her sudden, mysterious appearance.

She entered the luxury suite's foyer, casting her gaze around in silent surveillance. A framed photograph of the once-happy family to her right, a partly-drained aquarium to her left, shot-up yet still intact. On closer inspection, a single dwarf gourami swam within, unfazed by the circumstances that had befallen the household. The water that clung to her heels indicated the fish had recently been lying on the floor, leading to the conclusion that someone had carefully put it back in its rightful place. No human fingerprints... an android had saved it. Strange.

"Excuse me, miss, may I see your ID?" A prompt, as expected. Given the importance of the current events taking place across the country, DPD was sure to have the place on lockdown. What had once been a family home had turned into a crucial, currently-escalating case of deviancy.

Eve regarded the officer that questioned her, the woman's face drawn into a deeper emotion beyond her recognition. Eve shuffled in her jacket pockets, preserving her disguise as she put on a ruse of human forgetfulness. She 'found' her fake license soon after and proffered it to the officer, "I'm a journalist with Detroit Today," she lied, smiling with about as much excitement as she could simulate. "this is my first big break!"

The policewoman breathed out a sardonic laugh, "This is my first big case, too." Eve's expression faltered as the officer reluctantly handed back her ID. "I wouldn't look so bright if I were you, it's a bloody hellhole in there. That machine made a right mess of the place." The policewoman seemed satisfied thereafter and returned to her work guarding the entranceway, a slight stutter to her steps. Eve nodded to herself in delayed acknowledgment, taking a moment to recalibrate.

Proceeding to the main room, she quickly observed the damage that had been done by the perpetrator in question. Two bodies to the left and right; fatally shot by near-perfect aim. The first bodies Eve had witnessed. Glass had scattered on the ground from the ricochet of bullets leading back to the foyer. That mother was lucky to be alive; why would she have wanted to risk her life? She was untrained and would easily have been apprehended. If anything, her interference would have worsened the situation at hand. Her daughter, taken hostage by their own domestic android.

Eve stopped dead in her tracks as her view was obscured, thought process unexpectedly derailed. A tall man brushed past her, heeding her no mind as he went to examine the body in the living room. A correction was quickly made as she noted a spinning LED--a tall android had made its way to examine the body, leaving her in the lurch for a moment as she took in this new information. Given context clues and the general information she had, the only androids that had been permitted access to the crime scene (aside from herself, secretly) were that of the deviant perpetrating the crime and the android negotiator itself. This one, the one Kamski had wanted her to watch, the prototype detective.

SWAT bickered in the other room, apparently unable to make positive contact with the hostage or the deviant that had taken her. A few stood at the doorway to the terrace, arguing amongst themselves as they repeatedly aimed and lowered their weapons through shattered glass. Eve was invisible to them, a quiet bystander in an unexplained moment of weakness. She caught herself gawking and immediately straightened her back, keeping to the shadows as she observed the detective at work.

The android kneeled by the body of a dead man, stopping still as its programming kicked into gear. It stepped over the body, turning, and for a moment its dark, piercing gaze seemed to look right through her. Was it equipped with a function unlike her own? At most, she was aware of her own ability to pre-construct scenarios, had she the need to defend herself. But, the ability to recreate events that had happened prior? Now that was an interesting function of which she was not capable.

The detective blinked, then stooped to interact with an object on the ground. An electronic tablet likely dropped by the victim in his last moments. A look of recognition seemed to pass over the android's features; it turned its head to the terrace entrance, occupied by armored officers, then stood up to stalk over to the other body. A blue-blooded bloodhound, as was the comparable analogy that came to mind. It was strangely incredible, watching another android acting solely upon its programmed instincts.

In turn, Eve paused, blinking her eyes closed as she sent out a cursory report on her findings. Come to find, when she opened her eyes again, the bloodhound was standing before her, watching intently. "Hello," it smiled as it politely introduced itself to what it had apparently assumed was human, "my name is Connor--I'm the android sent by CyberLife. I couldn't help but notice that you seem a bit... preoccupied with my actions." Bouncing gently on its heels, it seemed curiously eager to interact with her, even despite its current, rather pressing objective. "You said that you were a journalist, correct? Is there anything you would like to inquire about my functions?"

Her chest expanded as she inhaled, pupils widening like camera lenses to little effect. It couldn't scan her... but oddly enough she couldn't scan it either. "Eve." She reciprocated the smile, settling back into a more casual, 'human' stance. "What can you tell me about the bodies, Connor? I noticed you had little trouble looking them over." She chose her words carefully, lips falling open as she processed each phrase. "Is that part of your programming?" She readied her decoy notebook and pen.

"Yes," It gave a small nod, LED spinning yellow as it seemed to take in every detail of Eve's face. It blinked excessively, struggling in its repeated attempts at an assessment of her identity. No doubt, had Kamski enabled it to detect anything past her inherent cloaking technology, it would have been able to uncover her true nature off the bat. It was dangerous to be this close to something that could so easily dismantle you, had it reason to, though evidently this thought was lost on her. After all, she wasn't a deviant; she wasn't prey, and even in the crosshairs of the hunter she felt no fear. She felt nothing, frankly.

"I am an RK800 prototype model, capable of high-grade military combat and investigative tactics." Eve noticed it fall into humanlike mannerisms as it explained, its head tilting slightly, a lock of synthetic hair falling over its forehead. It was undoubtedly designed to appear trustworthy to the human mind and had facial features that were overtly soft in nature, with brown eyes that were almost... gentle? Odd. "Per your inquiry, I am equipped with the ability to scan and reconstruct past events using the evidence that is available," Its voice piqued interest and carried a warm, unassuming tone. "and I even have a social protocol, which you've clearly noticed." A wink, followed by that rapid blinking again. Eve's eyebrows furrowed.

"Where the fuck is that negotiator?" The SWAT captain, on his last straw, broke the atmosphere between the two like an arm. The detective android, Connor, straightened itself at the first sign of urgency, wordlessly refocusing its energy on the task at hand. It didn't waste any goodbyes on the false-journalist, strict in its obedience, instead returning with long strides to examine the dead officer lying in the center of the room. Eve scurried back into the shadows and out of the captain's warpath, though he set his sights on her the moment she made any sudden movements.

"You're obviously not one of mine;" he sneered impatiently as he approached, "Are you authorized?"

"I am." Eve insisted, standing tall and nearly as forthright. "Eve Turing with Detroit Today. I've already been cleared." He looked her over, assessing a final judgement, though she attempted to null his suspicions with mirrored impatience. "Exactly how many more times do I have to answer?"

"None," The captain, 'Captain Allen,' she noted, puffed indignantly. "Your name's on the list." He crossed his arms over his chest and gestured with a nod towards Connor, his demeanor relaxing substantially. "Just, stay out of its way. This is a high-priority case, and things are about to get hairier." Technically, Connor had approached her, not the other way around. She didn't dare argue that fact, though, instead dismissing herself from the conversation with a submissive nod. Captain Allen promptly turned on his heel and returned to his team, likely deliberating over a backup plan in the master bedroom.

Across the room, Connor crouched low. Eve stepped forward despite the captain's warning, stooping to better capture the android's actions. The detective reached forward, retrieving the deceased officer's pistol. It was against the law for androids to possess any form of weaponry, as Eve had been programmed to acknowledge--watching Connor holster the gun in its back pocket caused a stir in her. Was it still a crime if used to further the mission? In Connor's mind, apparently not. It had said that it was trained with military combat tactics...

'Fascinating,' She shut her eyes tightly to the sensation that abruptly overcame her, standing upright as she felt as though someone were digging around in her head with a fork. Kamski's commentary moved through her mind as though they were her own thoughts, yet still clearly foreign to her processing. 'It didn't even hesitate.'

When she blinked her eyes open again Connor was poised to exit onto the terrace. The detective slid the door open and she scrambled to frame the oncoming scenario, ignorant to members of SWAT who voiced their concerns for her safety. She perched herself at the shattered window as the primary event commenced.

A fair-haired android stood at the opposite end of the terrace, a PL600 of domestic function with a small human girl in its grasp--the deviant and the daughter taken hostage. Somehow the previous descriptions hadn't done the actual visual much justice. Things became real as soon as the situation had presented itself before Eve's eyes. The girl squealed, deviant gruffly murmuring under its breath. A shot ripped through the atmosphere as Connor entered onto the scene, the bullet making impact with its clothed shoulder, spattering blue blood and rendering its wounded arm exposed and sparking.

"Hi, Daniel!" It shouted, much to the dismay of the offending android. "My name is Connor!" A SWAT helicopter flew to hover ominously over the scene, the wind from its blades tugging aggressively on Connor's suit jacket.

"How- how do you know my name?" Shock evident in its tone, the deviant's expression quickly twitched into unadulterated anger. It was hard for Eve to comprehend the emotion that struck its synthetic skin so easily, as though what it was feeling were more than simulation, bearing deeper roots than its superficial make.

Connor started forward, slow in its steps. Calculated, monitoring Daniel's rising ire. "I know a lot of things about you; I've come to get you out of this!" Pool furniture having been flung across the terrace in the all-encompassing gale, Connor reached to push a chair out of the way as it continued. "I'm an android, just like you." The detective-turned-negotiator pleaded despite steadily worsening conditions, "I know how you're feeling!"

"What difference does it make if you're an android?" Sneered the deviant with little regard to Connor's shallow empathy, "You're on their side! You can't understand how I'm feeling!" Daniel growled frustratedly and the hostage frantically screamed. "Are you armed?" The deviant spat, one arm clinging to the squirming child with a death-grip, the other pointing a pistol at Connor with potentially fatal aim.

"No!" Came the instant lie. "I don't have a gun!" Eve held onto the windowsill with bated breath, eyes wide. Connor was especially brazen, approaching a highly unlikely situation and directly working to increase its chance of success. It was particularly breathtaking and nonetheless unprecedented.

Daniel called Connor's bluff, though the detective's resolve remained unshaken. "You're lying! I know you have a gun!" A tango with ultraviolence; it was ironic that the one who'd committed the crime would appear more frightened than that of its foil.

"I'm telling you the truth, Daniel, I came here unarmed!" Another bold-faced lie in the face of clear opposition.

A wounded officer lay dying in a red pool of his own blood, barely conscious. Connor set its sights on the man, multitasking. "They were going to replace you and you became upset. That's what happened, right?"

Eve blinked as the deviant seemed to momentarily withdraw its guard, somehow affected by Connor's words. "I thought I was part of the family. I thought I mattered..." It snapped suddenly, firing up into chaos once more. It shook the gun in its hand exasperatedly, the child along with it. "But I was just their toy, something to throw away when you're done with it!"

Steps away from the dying man, Connor poked at Daniel's nerve with a fine tool. "I know you and Emma were very close. You think she betrayed you, but she's done nothing wrong!"

"SHE LIED TO ME!" Daniel roared, "I thought she loved me... But I was wrong. She's just like all the other humans!"

The young girl in its hold, 'Emma,' wept openly. "Daniel, no..."

Connor's attention drifted from the dying man to the erratic deviant. It kneeled to address the wound that Daniel had caused--a bullet through the arm, the injury oozing blood onto concrete at an alarming rate. It was a wonder the officer hadn't already fainted from the trauma or faded altogether. "He's losing blood," Connor stated, expression vague. "If we don't get him to a hospital, he's going to die."

"All humans die eventually!" Daniel exclaimed with disdain and utter lack of sympathy, "What does it matter if this one dies now?"

The detective's lip twitched as conflicting orders flitted across its vision. "I'm going to apply a tourniquet," It said finally, moving to assess the officer's punctured arm. Daniel fired a warning shot, the bullet shooting sparks from where it crashed into the ground near Connor's kneeled position.

"Don't touch him!" The deviant ordered, "Touch him and I kill you!"

The threat was palpable enough. The PL600 had already murdered three people; Emma's father, and two first responders: one lying cold in the dining room, the other afloat, facedown in the terrace pool. Had attempted to murder a fourth, the officer under Connor's attention, and a fifth, the small girl helpless in his arm. Connor, however, was not a 'person' in that regard; solely by the given definition of being an android had it forfeited any right to individual importance.

"You can't kill me," Connor barked, quickly untying its tie and wrapping the wound tight. "I'm not alive." Daniel expelled a breath of frustration as the detective stood to its feet and resumed its careful approach. "Listen," It started, "I know it's not your fault." A pause, followed by a further move for sympathy. "These emotions you're feeling are just errors in your software!"

"No, it's not my fault... I never wanted this... I loved them, you know?" Daniel was selfish, shaken again by Connor's prodding and eagerly responsive with a volatile demeanor. "--But I was nothing to them!" It argued, still pushing back. "Just a slave to be ordered around!"

'Loved' them... A 'slave'... Eve's lips puckered in silent contemplation.

"I can't stand that noise anymore!" The deviant suddenly yelled, "Tell that helicopter to get out of here!"

Connor moved to optimal distance then did as asked, waving the helicopter away from the scene. "There," The terrace calmed as the windstorm slowly died. "I did what you wanted." Even as the negotiator acted in favor of Daniel, the deviant proved unsatisfied. Connor had reached the threshold, and the night was on its last leg.

"You have to trust me, Daniel!" It begged upon selective ears, "Let the hostage go and I promise you, everything will be fine!"

Daniel's pupils shook as retroactive weakness took hold. "I want everyone to leave... And I want a car! When I'm outside the city, I'll let her go!" With the gun to Emma's head, it switched objectives, attempting to bargain in the face of looming destruction. Striking a deal with the devil for the sake of self-preservation, a remarkably humanlike mistake.

With so many sins, what was there left to save? Connor's lips pursed into the fine line that kept the deviant away from its stained freedom. "That's impossible, Daniel." Justice to be served. It spoke logically, "Let the girl go and I promise, you won't be hurt."

"I don't want to die..."

"You're not going to die." It was almost laughable, the pile of lies that had built up to this point. "We're just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you. You have my word." The word of a being comprised of wires and synthetic skin, a mind made of mathematical equations and social protocol, of programming for the purpose of deviant suppression. The word of a deviant hunter. An untrustworthy, nonempathetic, inhuman being with no ounce of rank to live up to its own promise of credibility.

Hesitation. An atmosphere riddled with the pungent mixture of death, chlorine, and gunpowder. A final problem[3] waiting to be solved.

"I've spent my life taking orders..." Daniel lowered the gun, its free arm opening wide as it had inevitably surrendered to its fate, intending to take its hostage along with it as its shoes hit the edge. "...Now, it's my turn to decide."

Time slowed as the PL600 careened backward over the cityscape below. Emma's scream tore across the terrace, body struggling for purchase as gravity increased. Connor sprung into action, shedding its patience to meet Daniel's desperate act with its own. Eve gasped for air as the detective leapt for the girl[4], gliding forward to collide with the deviant and pulling Emma to safety in one fell swoop.

The two androids tumbled over the side and out of view as Eve left the scene with numbed haste.

THE TRUTH IS INSIDE

1 Similar to Amanda's Zen Garden, but instead centered around Kamski, acting as a sister subspace to the prior. The two exist separately, with Amanda's Zen Garden existing for Connor and Kamski's Paradise simultaneously existing for Eve; two sides of the same coin ("nature versus nurture.") As opposed to Amanda's emphasis on both literal and metaphorical 'nature' in the environment around her, Kamski's is a combination of nature and technology, with an infusion of cosmic influence to represent knowledge and the 'nurture' side of the argument. The name "Paradise" refers to the Garden of Eden from the biblical tale of Adam and Eve... more or less showing Kamski to be a self-proclaimed 'God' figure.

2 This is written from the perspective of Eve, a nondeviant android. Although Eve perceives herself with female pronouns, she perceives the other androids around her to be "it"s, like nonsentient objects. It's a blind irony.

3 Referring to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's infamous Sherlock Holmes finale "The Final Problem," originally intended as the end to the beloved detective's stories as a whole. Holmes and his archnemesis Moriarty duke it out, inevitably perishing together by way of falling into the gorge of the Reichenbach Falls. This is mirrored by Connor's act of sacrifice, as both he and Daniel die by falling off of the apartment building.

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Laser Hair Removal- What You Must Know Before Doing It

AN OVERVIEW OF LASER HAIR REMOVAL

Laser baldness is a superior alternative to different sorts of baldness and may seriously be contemplated by people who are bothered by excess hair development.

Laser hair removal isn't really a great treatment choice for everybody else. It's perhaps not suggested for those who have certain health ailments or illnesses. Additionally, it isn't a great procedure for those who have gray, white or hair that is very light thinning. Some people who possess hair of those colors don't need pigments inside their own hair to consume the power out of your laser. Laser hair removal performs around a strategy for individuals who have light skin and dark hair thinning.

You will find just four different types of lasers which can be useful for depilation. They can be Ruby, Alexandrite, Diode, and Nd-Yag. Every one of those four capsules is somewhat very different in a variety of methods and can be useful for skin types. The laser has the capability to center on tiny locations and may be employed on both the light and dark skincare. But this laser functions great for skincare. The alexandrite laser is really elastic and will be employed on several diverse kinds of hair follicles. It has the capability to center on substantial locations and it is quite easy personalized. Even the diode laser employs a far extended wavelength that helps make it rather powerful on many kinds of epidermis care. The nd-YAG laser is useful for individuals who have dark hair and dark skin.

In a few cases, like removing hair on your face, 1 treatment could possibly be plenty of. In different regions of your human body, many times a set of treatments need to be provided to eradicate the undesirable hair loss. Frequently, laser hair removal epilation is your previous hotel for folks years of utilizing different procedures to rid of their surplus hair loss.

Though laser epilation is deemed safe and sound, it's necessary to get your therapies done through a seasoned, accredited practitioner. In the event the treatment options aren't done properly, you face the possibility of burns, blistering skin discoloration, or even some uneven baldness. Pick out the opportunity to meet up with different pros in your region, then decide that is best for you. To discover the most useful consequences follow the guidelines your physician provides you before and after your laser epilation therapies.

Laser baldness is a superior direction of eliminating hair thinning. That is attained by delivering a gentle beam of a particular wavelength on the skin by the laser beam. The ray of light has been routed by way of a hand bit into the epidermis, wherever it strikes the pigmentation of the entire hair follicle. This induces destruction and damage to their hair follicle without harming skin cells close to it. Many individuals do undergo lasting hair reduction, even but some do want to replicate this task. Some times when hair will not grow again it's lighter in both color and nicer and feels.

The expense of laser epilation might be pricey, and as it's recognized as a cosmetic treatment, it's maybe not insured by insurance plan. Ordinarily, a cost program could be ordered to get treatment. The typical expense per remedy for laser epilation from the USA is currently between $425 and $500 and also a lot of men and women need a few periods.

COMMON QUESTIONS ABOUT LASER HAIR REMOVAL

Are you looking at laser depilation? Are you unsure of what all is involved? If that's the case, you identified the proper post. This article will answer a few of the mutual questions regarding laser hair removal.

What Is Laser Hair Removal?

Laser baldness may be the process of working with a laser to help reduce hair growth.

How Does It Operate?

The laser creates a high amount of warmth and when directed at your hair, locates the hair-follicle and also hurts that the root. It will help stop your hair growth back.

Who Would for Laser Hair Removal?

Unfortunately, laser hair removal isn't for everybody. It really is best to get individuals who have dark hair and light skin. If your own skin is darker you then may require to examine laser hair removal by means of your practitioner. Laser hair removal is not going to operate for blond, red, white or grey hair follicles. People who tan will have to let their tan fade before doing laser hair removal.

Laser hair removal will just reduce your hair development. Each affected individual will have an alternative laser hair removal encounter.

What Is The Price of Laser Hair removal?

The expense of laser depilation will differ based upon the practice, your area, and area. Get in touch with a laser hair remover center of your choice to find out much more.

Exist Any Side Effects to Laser Hair Removal?

Unfortunately Certainly. Just like any other technique such as laser hair removal. An Individual could encounter many Diverse items such as:

· Non-Permanent Rash

· Skin Discoloration

· Crusting

· Skin feel the change

What Elements of this Body Is Able to Be Used for Laser Hair Removal?

There are actually quite a few areas you could certainly do. Here are some of the many alternatives:

Encounter, Neck, Chin, Toes, Feet, Upper Lip, Bikini Line, Fingers, Between the Brow, Arms, Legs, Chest, Belly, Ears, Hair-line

The Sort of Results Can You Expect With Laser Hair Removal?

You are able to expect to find around fifty to twenty percentage of hair reduction development. It will be contingent on each individual using the remedy. Some might experience improved results than other together with laser hair removal.

Prior to and After Laser Hair Removing

Ahead of you can achieve this action you will find matters that you should know. If you're tanning you have to permit your tan to vanish before employing laser hair removal. You likewise don't want to pluckwaxsugar tweeze before the own treatment. This will leave no hair left to become treated!

Tend not to moisturize until your own treatment. As a consequence, you can't utilize any body lotions, moisturizers, perfumes or sunscreen. Immediately after your laser depilatory treatment that you do not want to mess along with your skin. Do not select at it, etc.. You likewise do not desire to interfere with all the remedies efficacy by waxing or pruning. Attempt to steer clear of any immediate solar exposure to your skin.

Once your solutions are finished use sunscreen and also avoid tanning beds. Make an effort not to accomplish anything that will cause you to sweat. This could lead to irritation to the treated skin. Talk by means of your physician following your therapy to discuss further information or details.

CONTRAINDICATIONS OF LASER HAIR REMOVAL

You will find people who must not possess laser hair elimination due to a or even more special explanations. These causes are known as contra-indications, that implies, it is inadvisable to really have the procedure or treatment. The therapy can possibly be risky or lead to irreversible side results. Additional contra-indications need special therapy or drugs before laser treatment epilation might be initiated.

Girls who are pregnant must not possess laser epilation. While there's perhaps not substantial advice about laser pregnancy and usage, lots of medical professionals and medical care suppliers urge averting cosmetic laser light treatments on account of the not known impacts around the unborn kid.

Anybody who gets herpes virus or II really should notify a physician that's preforming the laser baldness until treatments happen to be. It's critical to have a prescription antifungal medicine for all days before and following this procedure. In case the baldness is inside the locale of prior outbreaks, then it's likely that heat from your laser will probably make a flare from this virus. When your herpes epidemic is busy, possibly in your surface or genital region, it's crucial that you re-evaluate the laser epilation therapy.

A consultation must be rescheduled when there's a lower, cracked, inflamed or irritated skin while in the region which would be usually to be medicated. Re-scheduling is likewise crucial if there's a dynamic illness anyplace in your system.

Anybody who gets got the state of albinism, that could be the lack of almost any coloring pigment from your own skin or hair, if perhaps not possess laser epilation. Laser lighting is brought on by black psoriasis, therefore, it's not going to operate with anybody for this specific illness. The exact same is true for folks who have extremely light blond, reddish, gray, gray, or reddish hair.

Individuals who are sunburned or have just lately handsome really should postpone their remedy before their epidermis has come back to the regular color that may take a few months. It's essential the skin because of its own normal coloring when laser epilation occurs.

Particular topical and oral medications might lead to photosensitivity or photoallergic reactions when used previously laser treatment epilation treatments occur location. Accutane ought to be stopped 3 weeks just before therapy commences. Tetracycline and also Retin-A ought to be stopped fourteen days just before the laser epilation procedure.

Anybody who is affected with certain health problems, like diabetes, atherosclerosis, or epilepsy, if have laser epilation. Any stressed disorders that can be found, have to get assessed ahead of laser facial treatment commences. When hirsutism remains existing, the reason needs to be treated and diagnosed ahead of any laser facial treatment will be already started.

When there's just a mole inside the region to be handled, lots of men and women opt to get it taken off prior remedy. On account of the dim pigmentation of this mole, it can bring about substantially heat out of your laser and also lead to bloated off. The exact same is true for both sure birthmarks and magnificence marks.

When there's a brief history of keloid scarring, then it's crucial to be aware there is an increased threat of discoloration out of that treatment.

The value of figuring out exactly the contra-indications of laser epilation may defend you from an experience that is dangerous.

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