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Part One - I'll Come With You

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A meandering electric piano scale flowed from the speakers of her Tonner’s radio. Atmospheric voices joined the instrumental as she approached the giant glittering space station that was the Holistic University of Yechtara. It floated before the scenic backdrop of the Yechtaran planet, an amalgamation of hundreds of skyscrapers surrounded by a glass-panelled ring. Hundreds of bigger and smaller space crafts were flying towards or away from it. Zoe didn’t know why she was feeling anxious. She’d called Nick yesterday. “So good to hear from you! Of course you can come! I’d love to see you.”

She mouthed the lyrics along with the song. There’s nothing like lapis lazuli…

Nick had told her to come to docking station 15, where private visitors were received. She’d never been to a building with 15 entire docking stations. She turned up the volume to drown out her nervous thoughts, but just as the chorus began, it was interrupted by an angry beep.

Please join a queue to one of the docking stations read a red line of text on her dashboard display. Right. She had noticed the queues, she just hadn’t been sure if they were meant for her. She flew horizontally along the building, searching for her docking station. A number appearing on her display showed the ones she passed, and she finally filed in at number 15. Her palms were damp around the joystick controller. This all reminded her a bit too much of her training at PilOrg, the Wheel’s pilot organisation. She’d been a good pilot, all right. Just not a good student. She’d dropped out eventually.

Zoe waited for way too many anxiety-inducing minutes, inching forward in the queue, until she could finally pass through the gate. Below her were about five landing stages, lit by a bright cold light seemingly coming from nowhere. One of the landing stages blinked green, the docked spaceship gliding into a chute at the end of the room. The security guards on the landing stage waved at her, and she descended. One hand on the joystick, the other on her gun holster at her belt. This was the biggest center of knowledge and education in the Wheel of Fortune. They wouldn’t just let her walk around with it.

The Tonner landed with a jolt, and her door sprung open, revealing two stern looking security guards.

“Please step out of the vehicle,” said one of them.

Zoe gave the dashboard a small pat and wriggled out of the seat. It was, as always, inelegant. She felt the stare of the security guard bore into her, heard the hum of the cold lights and felt the smooth floor under her dirty soles. Christ, she wanted to get out of here as quickly as she could.

“Any weapons or dangerous items on you?” asked the security guard.

“Just this gun,” said Zoe and pulled it from her belt carefully. “I have a permit.”

The second security guard took the gun out of her hand.

“Let me see this permit, then,” said the first one. Zoe fished a thin brown wallet out of one of her pockets and handed it to the guard. They opened it and studied it for a while. It was forged, of course. The Yechtaran weapons permit was one of the hardest to receive in the entire galaxy. Convinced that she wouldn’t even receive the, say, Kryxian weapons permit, Martyn had helped her forge a couple of different papers when he gave her the gun, just in case. It wasn’t that she couldn’t shoot – she had quite the hand for it, actually – it was that no one in their right mind would allow Zoe Ganov to carry a weapon. She didn’t know why she kept it, really. Comfort?

Zoe shot a nervous glance around the room to see if anyone else had noticed her walking into the university with a gun. Her gaze wandered through the nearly empty reception area, until her eyes stopped at an all too familiar figure. A nervous smile tugged at her lips. Nick waved at her.

“Right, all in order,” said the security guard and handed the forged permit back to her. She felt only slightly relieved. They patted her down for any other dangerous items, checked her luggage (one backpack filled with two shirts and a pair of sweatpants) and then told her to register at the reception desk.

At this point she was already a nervous wreck. The receptionist was a shiny android who, for some reason, had been given red eyes.

“Name?”

“Zoe Evelyn Ganov.”

“Age?”

“Twenty-two.”

“Solar system of residence?”

“None. At the moment.”

“Occupation?”

She hesitated. She could hardly say she was a musician.

“Taxi driver.” It wasn’t technically untrue. She did work for BlackBird from time to time, when she really had no other option. It sounded better than ‘Uh, waiting tables and retail.’

The receptionist didn’t seem to care.

“Duration of visit?”

“Three days.”

The receptionist hummed, its red eyes flickering. A small plastic card emerged from the slit she’d thought was its mouth.

“Please take temporary identification from the card dispenser. You will be able to move freely around the University and eat at the canteen. When checking out, show the identification to reclaim your vehicle and any confiscated items.”

The receptionist’s voice briefly changed to a tinny human voice with a heavy British accent.

“Enjoy your stay.”

Zoe gingerly pulled the card from its mouth and saw the tiny picture of her, looking scared and confused, printed onto it. It must’ve taken a picture right there. So much for data privacy.

She opened another small gate using her brand new ID card, and finally, Nick walked towards her. He was wearing one of his patterned knit jumpers that were so ugly, they looked a bit cool. His hair was lighter and straighter than hers, his nose thinner and his green eyes had a hint of grey and blue. People had always said they looked so much alike, but Zoe couldn’t agree less.

“Zoe!” she heard him say, and something in her lit up.

“Nick,” she tried to reply, but it was muffled against his shoulder as he enveloped her in a big hug. She awkwardly raised her arms and patted him on the back. With Nick it wasn’t uncomfortable, she just wasn’t used to it anymore.

Nick pulled away from the hug, holding her shoulders. He’d grown a mustache since they’d been home for the holidays, well, at least he’d tried to. Zoe contemplated making an off-handed comment about it, and decided not to.

“It’s so good to see you again!” Zoe nodded.

“It’s been a while.”

“How are you?”

“Oh, well, you know…”

Zoe ran her fingers over her thumb, a nervous habit she’d never been able to shake. Nick nodded, then his forehead creased.

“I saw them take a gun from you?” he asked, as if he wasn’t sure. “What on Earth do you need a gun for?”

Zoe shrugged.

“Oh, you know. Retail.”

“Ah,” he said, and nodded slowly. This wasn’t the first time Zoe had given her family a non-answer when they asked about her life. Nick seemed to let it go for the moment. Part of her wished he didn’t.

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Ever since her birth, Zoe and Nick had been mortal enemies. She had been certain of that for quite a long time. He was always just there. He was annoying, a show-off, unfair to her, and unfortunately also a bit cool. She imitated him, he got annoyed, they fought, they made a fragile peace. Zoe didn’t even remember most of what they fought about, or what exactly she imitated – only that it culminated in Nick yelling at her for putting peanut butter on her toast after he had done the same. She thought that it was unfair in this particular instance, but that generally, she kind of deserved it.

Not all of their childhood had been spent fighting, though. They sang along to their favourite songs in the car, went swimming with their grandparents, and played video games together (Nick, of course, nearly always beat her). The inconvenient age gap of three years however meant that nearly everything they did got Nick to yell, Zoe to cry and their parents annoyed eventually.

Zoe couldn’t quite pinpoint when the shift in their relationship happened. It was probably a mixture of them both growing older, and Nick spending less time at home. When Zoe turned fifteen, they’d stopped fighting altogether, despite the occasional struggle over who had to do the dishes and who would hang up the laundry. Then Nick got a job, and then he moved away entirely, to study architecture. Zoe didn’t exactly know what she missed. Endless fighting and annoyance? Having to share chores with someone more unreliable than her?

Every time she saw him again, at holidays or birthdays, she felt like there was this great big something inside her, which leapt up at the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, but then quietly sank down again when she actually talked to him. After she’d moved out, they saw each other maybe twice a year, and she grew more distant and secretive about her life, out of embarrassment. That something never disappeared, though. It only made her sad now.

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Nick led her through a long gangway towards the main building, the huge windows offering a stunning view to the space around the university. Inside the main, well, cluster of buildings, they went through a myriad of fluorescently lit corridors, lined with hundreds of doors.

“The floor panels are color-coded,” explained Nick. “Each floor is divided into five main streets, all numbered and with their own color, so you always know where you are. In theory.” Zoe tried to memorize their route. Green, yellow, beige. Well, beige turning a brownish gray from all kinds of footprints and tire marks. Whose idea was it to have a beige floor anyway?

They eventually passed into an area with blue floor panels, which looked to be the dormitories. Every couple of doors, the outer wall bent away to make a free space with a big window and a couple of armchairs or sofas. Nick stopped at a door not too far from one of these corners, and pressed his ID card onto a little screen next to it. The door quietly slid open, and revealed a couple of rooms.

“We’ve got a free bed for you,” he said. “There are visitor accommodations, but, well, they’re a bit pricey.” Zoe nodded. Working various jobs without any kind of finished training, she’d always been tight on money.

“Thanks.” Nick turned and gave her a smile. It rubbed Zoe the wrong way. Was it pity? No, she decided. That had always been her father’s look. Nick was just being considerate.

She dropped off her backpack next to her bed, which was in Nick’s room. It was quite long and comparatively narrow, the walls were hung with framed movie posters, the floor was covered in boxes, clothes, and Zoe even spotted a guitar in one corner. She smiled fondly. It had been a good long while since they’d slept in the same room. Zoe remembered the bunk bed they’d shared for a few years. She had frequently annoyed Nick to death, pestering him with questions and bad jokes.

“Nick, what does ‘crisis’ mean?” a six year old Zoe had once asked a nine year old Nick, who could only sigh in response. Zoe didn’t even remember his explanation. Only that it added to the pile of grudges they would hold against each other for the first fifteen years of her life.

Nick showed her around the well equipped dorm – they had two bedrooms, a bathroom and even their own kitchen, which also functioned as their living room. Nick’s roommate, Mnymo, was sitting at their table, eating a slice of pizza and watching a TV show on his small holoscreen. His head jerked around as they entered. He was lean, had bright green skin and fins where Zoe would’ve expected ears. Gills peeked out of his purple turtle-neck jumper. His startled expression eased into a smile, revealing very thin and sharp teeth.

“Oh, hey!” he said, mouth half full with pizza. “Didn’t hear you coming. Michael’s about to propose to Lisa! Couldn’t take my eyes off the screen.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a seminar right now?” asked Nick with an amused smile. Mnymo swallowed the rest of his pizza and flashed a smile.

“Maybe. I think they’ll be just fine without me.”

Nick shook his head and turned around to Zoe.

“This is my wonderful roommate, Mnymo. He’s supposed to be studying electrical engineering. I have no idea how he passes his classes each semester, but we’ve been here for about three years now.” Mnymo smiled and waved at her.

“You must be Zoe then, I’ve heard a lot about you. Oh, stunning belt!” Zoe looked down at her rhinestone monstrosity.

“Uh, thanks. A friend gave it to me.” She noticed Nick’s curious look, but didn’t react.

“What do you think of the Hole?” Mnymo asked. Zoe had to think for a moment, then realised he meant the university. She tried to eloquently sum up her impression of it so far.

“Um, it’s big.”

“I was just about to give her a tour,” said Nick. Mnymo nodded and took another bite of his pizza.

“Better get to it then,” he mumbled and looked back at his holoscreen.

Nick gestured for her to leave the kitchen, and he led them into the dormitory corridors.

“He’s a nice guy, if a bit, uh, talkative,” he said. “Hope he didn’t scare you.” Zoe stopped fidgeting with her belt.

“Oh, not at all. He seemed nice.”

“Good,” said Nick with a smile.

He showed her around the corridors, most of them leading to seminar rooms. One of the doors stood half open and Zoe could see students sitting at glowing white tables. A couple of words flowed through the door, all of them technically in a language Zoe understood, but which made her feel like she was learning it all over again.

Next up was a library, the natural sciences one to be precise.

“There are twelve separate libraries in total,” whispered Nick as they stood in the entrance. An oval room opened up before them, four stories high, shelves piling on shelves. They radiated a cool light which hung in the atmosphere like the humming silence. Dozens of students stood in front of the shelves, talked to each other in hushed voices or studied at the desks in the free area in the middle of the oval.

“I think I wrote my entire bachelor’s thesis here,” said Nick as they turned their back to the library. “It was a very quiet three weeks.”

“I can imagine,” said Zoe. “I think I’d go insane in there.” Nick chuckled.

“Yeah, I think you would.”

They spent a lot of the tour standing in elevators. There were so many on each floor, they barely had to queue. The dashboard inside consisted of a couple of blue buttons with letters, and below about three times as many metallic buttons with numbers. Zoe guessed the building had been divided into subsections, so that they wouldn’t have to put over a hundred buttons into the elevators.

“One button for the vertical unit, and one for the specific floor,” Nick explained. “Don’t even try to count them. This elevator doesn’t even go all the way to the top.” Zoe raised her eyebrows.

“How long does it take to go from one end to the other?”

“Too long.”

They stepped out into another red-floored corridor, in which the faintest smell of paint and wax hung. Zoe threw a confused look to Nick.

“Artists,” he said with a sarcastic eye-roll.

They walked to the end of the corridor, where the usually shiny metal doors were painted over to look like green velvet curtains.

“This is the wonderful student-run theater,” said Nick and pushed open one of the doors. Him and Zoe stuck their heads through the opening. Over a couple of rows of black folding chairs they saw the stage, currently only occupied by some white boxes and two students in black clothing. They seemed to be rehearsing a scene, while the rest of the group sat in the front row. Nick shuffled further into the room and waved to one of the actors. They stopped speaking and waved back, making everyone turn their heads to Nick. Zoe tried to disappear behind the door.

“Nicolas Elijah Ganov, what did I say about interrupting rehearsals?” called one of the students in the front row.

“My apologies, your holiness!” Nick shouted back with a laugh in his voice. “See you later, Ellis!”

“Get out, Nick!” said the actor who had waved back, and blew him a kiss.

Nick saluted and shuffled back out of the room. A grin spread across his face.

“So that’s Ellis?” said Zoe, who’d pieced it together.

“Yup. You’re the first one to meet them, actually. Well, of the family, that is.” Zoe couldn’t help but feel a little proud. He’d talked about his partner a bit last Christmas, a couple of months ago. Their grandparents had always pestered them both with questions about potential partners, which Nick and Zoe had both liked to avoid for a time. That was the first time she had heard of Nick’s partner – they had been dating for about two months before. She was happy for him, at least she tried very hard to be. The feeling of being left behind had been gnawing at her for years, and she tried her best to ignore it.

They spent some more time in an elevator, going back down. They hadn’t even been halfway up. She leaned on one of the railings.

“It’s not for the weak of legs,” joked Nick. Zoe snorted.

“I’m a bit hungry from all this standing around.” Nick snapped his fingers and pointed at her. He’d always looked cooler than her doing that.

“Well, isn’t it lucky that we’re going down to the Bottom. I mean, the bottom canteen. We just call it the bottom.”

“Of course you do.”

The Bottom, as all the students had to call it, was a giant glass egg with free floating tables and chairs, the buffet counters on a platform in the middle. The entire construction was a big “fuck you” to people with a fear of heights, with thin gangways between the tables and the Yechtaran planet beneath your feet. Inside her Tonner, Zoe had always (or almost always) felt safe. This was a different deal. She tried not to look down as they went to grab their food.

Nick led them to a free table and she sat down with a sigh.

“Whose idea was this glass floor?” she asked as if it was an accusation. “The same guy with the beige floor panels?” Nick laughed.

“I think it’s supposed to be a scenic view.” Zoe glanced down at the continents and oceans unfolding beneath her. She tried to put on her most unimpressed face.

“I’d speak my mind freely, but I don’t want the Yechtaran royalty to go after me,” she mumbled. Nick chuckled.

“I’d recommend eating your sandwich instead.” Zoe nodded and bit into the still warm bread. She hadn’t recognized all the ingredients listed, but Nick had said to trust him. He had gotten a slice of spinach lasagna.

“Oh, that’s good. A classic, but it always delivers,” he said after one fork. “How’s yours?”

Zoe could only nod, her mouth still filled with feta cheese, tomatoes and some kind of salad leaf she had never tasted before.

They both took a bite of each other’s food, and Nick gave her a thumbs up.

“I think these are two of the few actually edible dishes in the Bottom,” he said after swallowing.

“Huh. Bottom of the barrel,” mused Zoe and got a laugh out of Nick.

“You don’t know how new that joke is.”

“I like to think of myself as avant-garde.” Nick raised his eyebrows and nodded vigorously.

“Proven by that stylish belt!”

“You mean my little rhinestone nightmare? Yeah, I’m pretty proud of it.”

“Your friend must be a fashion designer.” Clever, thought Zoe. Smooth. But today was not the day she’d start blabbing about her life.

“Unless he also dropped out of PilOrg training, then I don’t think so.”

“Ah, your PilOrg friend. Martyn, right?” Zoe nodded. She’d taken Martyn’s name to stand in for whatever acquaintance she needed to explain at family holidays. For all they knew, he was her only friend who she’d met during her pilot training. Well, about half of that was true.

“Did he, uh, give you that ship as well?”

“The Tonner? Yeah.” So much was true. “He got it cheaper at a PilOrg… Yard sale.”

“A yard sale?”

“Eh… technical terms.”

Nick took another bite of his lasagna. Maybe he’d noticed her hesitancy to talk. Maybe to him, this was just the way she always talked.

The lights in the canteen started to dim as they finished their meal. She’d arrived quite late in the simulated daily cycle, and the building was preparing for the night.

“I think we should go to sleep early today. At least I will,” said Nick, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve got a seminar early tomorrow. You can sleep in if you want to.”

Zoe nodded. “Sounds good.”

“And then,” continued Nick, “I’ve got a lecture tomorrow at twelve. It’s all about the effects of a vacuum on all kinds of construction materials. Sounds boring, I know, but I think it’s always quite entertaining. You could come if you want to.”

“I don’t think I’ve got anything better to do,” she said.

“And that,” he said with a smile, “is exactly how you get through four years of university. Keep it up.”

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Nick stayed in the kitchen for a while, talking to Mnymo, while Zoe desperately tried to sleep. She kept thinking of the room they’d shared, of all the holidays they’d gone on. When they’d been about ten and thirteen, they even had to sleep in the same double bed. Although it was more annoying than fun for both of them, she’d always been scared to sleep alone back home. How easy it had all been.

When Nick finally went to bed, she pretended to be asleep.

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The sound of crickets chirping filled the suffocatingly hot air. Now and then, a mild breeze rustled through the cypress trees, but it couldn’t save the climate of a Tryscan summer afternoon. It didn’t bother the two children sitting in the shadow of a blue and white striped sunshade. The small metal table between the two, its white varnish already chipped off in numerous places, was arguably the worst surface for the game of Mikado they were playing. They’d stuck a folded piece of paper under one of its legs, but it still tilted a bit to one side if you rested a hand on it. Because of previous incidents, they’d agreed that only the player whose turn it was could have their hands anywhere near the table. Right now, it was Zoe’s turn.

“Come on!” moaned Nick. “Just pick it up!” Zoe didn’t reply. This game required maximum concentration. Nick tried his best to distract her.

“Oh, that doesn’t look good,” he said as she reached for a stick laying on top of two others. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. That looks shaky!” She held her breath, then pressed down a finger on its pointed end. The stick rose up and she carefully took it away from the big pile in the middle and laid it to her own. She breathed out.

“Beginner’s luck,” said Nick. She grinned.

“Your turn.”

Nick flexed his fingers and tried to pick up a stick by both of its ends. Not a bad method per se, but Zoe noticed that he pressed his right index finger against the stick just a moment before his left, so that it was pushed over the sticks it was covering. They rolled a millimeter to the side.

“Uh uh,” she said, the grin on her face widening. Nick pursed his lips and laid the stick back down again.

Zoe tried the exact same trick, watched the distance of her fingers to the stick’s ends, and quickly lifted up the stick.

“Seriously?” said Nick, the playfulness of his jabs being tinted with annoyance. They played a couple of turns, Zoe’s pile ever growing. After a while, there was only the pile left where multiple sticks lay wildly stacked on top of each other. Nick sighed and picked up one of his own sticks.

“Watch me.” Zoe giggled. It was their grandpa’s signature Mikado move, which relied more on showmanship than skill.

“That never works.” Nick shrugged, a diabolical smile on his lips. He guided the stick beneath one on the top of the pile.

“You just need enough… force!” He threw his hand in the air, the stick flying with it, and for a moment Zoe was seriously impressed. Then the entire pile collapsed. They both burst out laughing.

“I think that counts,” said Nick after letting out a breath. Zoe nodded vigorously.

“I didn’t see anything move, did you?” Nick sighed and laid the stick back onto the now much less complicated pile.

“It was worth a try.”

“For me? Definitely.” Picking up the rest of the sticks was a breeze for Zoe. They didn’t even have to count their piles. The winner was obvious.

Nick leaned back in his fragile metal chair. He closed his eyes. “I guess it’s only fair that you’re better than me at, like, one game.”

“Yeah, Mikado. What am I going to do with Mikado?”

He shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. You’ve got very steady hands. That’s useful.”

"Really?" Zoe crossed her arms. “I wish they had steady hands class in school. I’d only get good grades in steady hands class.” Nick smiled gently.

“No, I mean, surgeons need calm hands. Pilots, too.” Zoe turned her head and looked to the endless blue sky. A single cloud seemed to float in place. She did like the idea of flying, although she wasn’t very fond of heights.

“What are you going to be?” she asked Nick. She didn’t look at him, but she heard him sigh.

“Haven’t really thought about it.”

“Aren’t you going to play guitar?”

“That’s just a hobby.” The way he said it made Zoe sad. Mikado was also just a game, really.

She let her eyes wander down from the cloud to the horizon, where the distant mountain tops formed a gentle zig-zag line. They’d gone there on a hike yesterday, and Zoe had never felt so at home and alive as between the rocks and trees and brooks.

“If piloting doesn’t work out, I’ll run away to the mountains and befriend the goats.” Nick chuckled softly.

“I’ll come with you.”

#hey yeah so ive been hyping this up for about two months now. took me like maybe three weeks to edit/write.#and im still not entirely satisfied with the outcome but i cannot physically bring myself to edit this more #anyway this is part one of three. yes i did originally call them acts but i figured even thats a bit too pretentious for me #although they do kinda work with the three act structure. if you squint a little #s 2 ep 1.1 #🌀

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amanktreks · 5 months ago

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ask-wheatley-core · 5 months ago

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this is you. [also, with the amount of papers and queue cards floating around, you'd think it'd get a bit cluttered! start an orbit, maybe, who knows] [don't mention the moon, I just got here mate I only now noticed the fact that it exploded] [I'd like to imagine that the different askers are either satellites through space, or strange arcane space ghosts just pondering over an orb] [one of the great mysteries of the universe! really!]

Alright, let's see, we've got - we've got a guy... with a big rock. Not, um. He chuckles awkwardly - not really seeing the resemblance, if I'm honest. Unless you're - heh - unless you're calling me the boulder. Because of my... you know, general... shape. Could be what you mean, not ruling that out quite yet. Possible theory: I am a boulder. And the man is... pushing me. Upward. Philosophical.

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linuxgamenews · 5 months ago

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First off, say hello to Hyperjump Relays. These bad boys let you zip between linked locations instantly. No more slow crawls across space. On top of that, the universe itself got a makeover. It now has three layers—Universe, Region, and Sector. Each layer comes with its own set of challenges and difficulty spikes. So the Hyperspace update keeps things fresh as you explore.

Space Travel Just Got Spicier

The devs spiced up space travel by moving Space Events exclusively to those moments when you’re actually cruising through the stars. Translation? More drama during your interstellar road trips.

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Meet Your New Best Friend in the Hyperspace update: Nanobots

Tired of endless micromanagement? Nanobots are here to save the day. They’ll take care of tasks like building, demolishing, and repairs, so you can focus on the big picture—or just sit back and enjoy the chaos.

Even More Goodies

The Hyperspace update doesn’t stop there. Here’s a quick rundown of some other awesome stuff it brings:

Crafting Overhaul: Now you can queue up multiple orders on your crafting devices, which means less clicking and more efficiency. Whether your ship’s a tiny pod or a massive floating fortress, this is a total win.

10 New Quests & Fresh Story Events: Get ready for new adventures and twists.

Diseases and Immunity: Your crew now has to deal with illnesses, so you’ll need to manage their health more carefully. It’s an added layer of strategy.

Steam Workshop Integration: You can now share and download custom ship designs. Start your next game with a killer ship from the community—or flex your own creativity.

Overall Polish

The Hyperspace update also comes with a ton of UI improvements, bug fixes, and balancing tweaks, making everything smoother and more enjoyable. This Stardeus major update is also a game-changer (pun totally intended). With faster travel, smarter systems, and more depth to the colony sim. So it’s the perfect excuse to dive back into the game. So, grab your crew, power up those drones, and jump into hyperspace—there’s a whole new universe waiting for you on Linux and Steam Deck, with Mac as well as Windows PC. Priced at $19.49 USD / £17.54 / 19,49€ with the 35% discount on Steam Early Access.

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ianb323 · 6 months ago

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A spaceship at the edge of the universe.

Earendel emerges from the Baleen’s interface and physically disconnects from her old world. A cotton shift glides over her as she stretches and floats while smart-threads tighten the fabric against her. Her skin provides such rich sensory stimulus – an ocean of inputs compared to the discrete sensors of the Baleen. She scratches each limb in luxury, makes her happy morning sounds, then sets off.

She stretches. Stepping first with her toes, then flexing individual leg muscles to make tiny leaps as the Baleen rearranges itself around her. There is no space to waste on a spaceship; no corridors or separate rooms, only the capacity to reconfigure. Earendel plays with the Baleen. She swings on poles and steps on plates the size of her palm, spins, and splits herself between inch-wide platforms. Her heart begins to beat loudly in her ears as she launches and somersaults toward wall segments already soaring to new positions, then arcs backwards - powerful as a swimmer and forcing the magnetic controls to triple lock the tiles. Her antics slow the Baleen’s rearrangement but this is the game: the competition, a clash of morning routines. Seven minutes pass in this fashion before Earendel, flushed with satisfaction, bounces gently from a wall and admires the droplets of sweat in the air while breathing hard. The Baleen accelerates minutely until the water droplets are collected and Earendel turns to rest a forearm against a window overlooking the edge of the universe.

There is nothing to see.

The front of reality being nosed by the Baleen was like the edge of a dust cloud. There was no more carpet left to roll out. The threads of existence were beginning their slow unravelling. Of course, in the beginning, there was that light fortissimo, confined so tightly by the bounds of a tiny universe that matter precipitated like raindrops and thundered in applause. And here was Earendel at the end, peering at that once-mighty wall that had held the shape of the universe. As it failed, life would fail, followed by the planets, their matter crumbling to motes. The stars had burned away long ago and while the black holes remained, even they would eventually fail. Photons would stall to rest, and then who knew what would happen next. Earendel snorted at the idea of trying to make predictions beyond that point – why bother? No one could possibly be around to benefit.

There have been nicer mornings, she thinks. Now she is cross-legged in zero-g, sipping her tea. Idly connects to the Baleen to send a few commands. For a millisecond, light surges from radio to x-rays through the gap between ship and reality edge. The universe’s edge might be crumbling, but it was still reflecting most everything thrown at it, albeit with some distortion. Previous reports indicated that each reflection was peppered with noise that made Earendel remember stories of flickering starlight when measured through a planetary atmosphere. The Baleen picks up the reflected signals and compares them to the emitted pattern, then queues the sequence to repeat several times, then several more with different combinations of light. As Earendel finishes swallowing her tea, her ship notifies her that the first experiment results are ready for inspection.

The returning signals were consistently distorted, and whatever mechanism was behind that distortion seemed not to care about how the initial signals are sent out, though it would be a while before that could be exhaustively tested, and neither Earendel nor the Baleen had the ability or interest in probing the entire EM spectrum. At some point you just had to shrug and say you had enough data.

But the return signals remain in phase with the outgoing signals. Marvellous, Earendel thought. It was so nice when experiments could be so straightforwardly reproduced.

Earendel sinks slightly deeper into the Baleen and retrieves her memory of pet projects. She spends some more time sending and receiving various colours of light to and from the wall between her and nothingness, gathering data, fine-tuning her algorithms. Hours pass until she emerges, feeling the satisfying buzz of her mind fully in gear, then sends two commands to the Baleen: run ‘Jazz_with_universe_v0’ and ‘breakfast’. Music, of a sort, begins to play. A melody in the syncopated rhythm, strange beats of harmony. Half-sounds of instruments combine with their reflections to make new sounds that are never quite right but nonetheless suffice as backdrop for Earendel’s meal. After a few minutes, she calls up a crossword and whiles away the hours, deliberately reducing her perception of time to extend the moment in her memory. That is, until the music surrounding her flickers and collapses into half-sounds only. The wall at the edge of the universe has stopped reflecting. Earendel looks up with a sinking feeling that she has done something very, very wrong.

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nidhi-psa · 7 months ago

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BLOG 1, EPISODE 6,

NOVEMBER 20TH 2024,

To be a night bird

So for the first time. I decided to pick up a night shift to experience it, to be honest with you I was more excited to see how beautiful the airport looks at night with all the city lights and I'll tell you right now I wasn't disappointed. I did notice though that even though we are doing the exact same things in a night shift, it is alot lot busier , a lot more crowded. I was at the kiosk position for my night shift and time passed very fast because there wasn't a moment when i wasn't attending to a passenger, I don't know how to say it but people have a different glow on them once the sun goes down, people were a lot more calmer even though it was chaos. And something else I noticed is that you do feel a sense of fulfilment when you finish a night shift. There's just something about it.

Here's a little view on how it felt to be there at night l.

BLOG 1, EPISODE 7,

NOVEMBER 25TH 2024,

"To communicate through silence is a link between the thoughts of a man"- Marcel Marceau

TO BE LINKED WITH A FEELING

Hello , welcome back to my blog

I wanna introduce to you my favourite part of Toronto Pearson International airport and that is the one and only link train and so the pun was intented on the quote and heading

Isn't it crazy how we love on a floating ball in the middle of nowhere and we are literally microorganisms in this universe , everything I sit on the link train from terminal 1 to terminal 3 or buse versa. I feel unreal. Like what do you mean I'm sitting on a train that is in the air with no one driving it ? Isn't tjay crazy to think about

I want to show you a little clip of the view I took from the link train on my first night shift, it's beautiful and this video reminds me how there is 8 billion of us and we are all somehow interlinked

Isn't she lovely... ?

BLOG 1, EPISODE 8,

December 1st 2024,

Hello welcome back , today I'm going to talk a little about my favorite task to do working at cathay and I chose this task because it has taught me alot and introduced me to alot of new experiences and people, and this task is KIOSK , I absolutely love working kiosk , every morning during out briefings when we are viewing schedules I'm hoping I'm at kiosk. So thank you kiosk for all the new things you've taught me and all the positive experiences I have had.

BLOG 1, EPISODE 9,

DECEMBER 5th 2024,

Hello everyone, it's me again!

I have to say that it has been hitting me now that I'm coming towards the end of the placement how much I'm really going to miss this,

Working as a team, solving issues, kiosk, SSBD, Queue. Counters, briefings, everything that I possibly could have done during the placement, it's really been an incredible journey and I really wish life gives me another opportunity like this because I'm going to miss it like crazy

I never got a chance to get my RAIC during my placement but um still very very grateful for everything I've been able to do and for every passenger that I have met and been able to help. Here are a few pictures because we are moving closer to the end of the placement and the start of a very beautiful and blessed Christmas. I hope you enjoy .

BLOG 1, EPISODE 10,

DECEMBER 6TH 2024,

You will never change your life until you change something that you do daily , the secret to your success is found in your daily routine. -John C maxwell

Hello ... it's me again.

First of all I want to say thank you to those of you who have followed this blog since episode 1, it actually has been a great honor to be blessed enough to have an opportunity that I can write about everyday,

This placement has taught me a lot, and when I say that I don't mean only educationally, I mean emotionally and mentally too. Thank you so much, Cathay Pacific, for everything I have learnt and felt during this placement , every emotion and every skill , every good experience, and every connection I made . I will forever be grateful as without you, I would have achieved none of this. Thank you to seneca College for going out of their way to make their students achieve experience and learn better . I will forever miss you, Cathay . I love you, and thank you . I will forever be grateful.

One day I will see you again , somewhere. On a flight , on a vacation , in a dream , in another lifetime . Good bye .

Yours truly,

Nidhi. Mistry

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brunettefm · 9 months ago

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I feel really good about the ever-expanding universe. I find it fathomable (without effort) that I’m a nanopart of an infinite thing. This truth makes Our World seem smaller, which makes any goodness I am able to offer more meaningful.

Best fact ever: matter cannot be created or destroyed!!!!!! What’s here has always been here and will always be here. My little matter - my molecules and energy - might be solar wind some day, or an apple hanging off a tree. Or the apples on the cover of a newly printed copy of Twilight. Or a firefly at twilight. Or. Or!

This knowledge has carried me through immeasurable grief. And it’s the central thesis of my favorite poem (As Light by Devin Kelly)!

There is also the NOTHING MATTERS aspect of this, which delights me. We get to choose what matters to us! We get to choose how we respond to everything! I think this makes everything that “matters” matter so much more. Because maybe you don’t even realize that you DECIDED what matters to you!!! And despite this, you are revealing so much of yourself - your values and beliefs, your concept of self and your concept of the world, the extent to which you believe you play a part in it all - all the time.

It’s a nano part, sure. But it’s ours.

Wuthering Heights / Kate Bush

She’s dramatic. She’s singular. She’s a witch or maybe a ghost. She’s got me researching the music of her time, all the artists she’s inspired, her whole biography, her whole discography. It was the best thing this week to suddenly and completely GET HER! And LOVE HER!!! Plus the MUSIC VIDEO - I couldn’t have dreamed a better one if I tried! It’s a dream. It’s real life. It’s a girl alone in her thoughts. It’s a girl controlling the world. It’s EVERYTHING!!!!! I crave this song 10 separate times every day and then every time I’m like okay FINE I’ll listen to the WHOLE ALBUM!!!! FINE!!!! I feel like I’ve opened a door I didn’t know existed, tapped into a whole new realm of music, found a whole new side of the universe. This song is why I started writing all this!!! I can’t stop bringing Kate Bush up in conversation in hopes of gushing about her with someone!!!

Pale Blue Eyes / The Velvet Underground

I love this song because it feels like nothing changes from start to finish, even when things are changing. It feels like I have the space to spread out into the song, into myself, into my space. I often don’t realize I’m tightly wound until I listen to a song like this and feel lighter. SO much lighter.

I love that I start relying on the tambourine as soon as the song starts, allowing its presence to ground me while still driving the song. I trust the tambourine and she does not disappoint! In fact, it’s this very tambourine that allows the song to feel unchanging to me, that takes me right out of time and into all of this space.

I love how gentle the tone is and I love that, despite this, the bassline starts to feel groovy and danceable by the second verse. There is no change in pace or tone or emphasis inspiring this, it just happens when you tap in. I love the funky little instrumental breakdown that requires no lead up or comedown to fit right in (rooted, of course, by our tambourine). I love that after the breakdown we go right back to the simple instrumentals that made me float away in the first place.

Trip To Japan / The Shacks

I can’t mention spacious music without bringing one of my favorite songs of 2024 into the conversation. I thought I’d listen to it less now that the hot, bright summer is over, but I’ve continued queueing it with surprising frequency. I think there’s something in the underbelly of the music that allows the track to fit in with the darker toned tracks I crave this time of year.

The Promise / When In Rome

RIGHT off the bat this song reminds me of the Alien franchise, which I OBVIOUSLY love. I have yet to discern why this is true - I’ll revisit this when I crack the code. The Peter Gabriel In Your Eyes type drum riff that occasionally pops up in the background delights me. I’m just generally a sucker for the whole 80s synthpop thing going on here. I quite enjoy the whole album, and because I know little about the form at this time (I’m working on it), I can’t tell if it’s “good” or “bad.” I just know it’s working for ME!

S P E Y S I D E / Bon Iver

This song makes me teary every single time, and TRUST there have been many times. The guitar is so sweet but so melancholy. His vocal melody is so gratifying, particularly right before at the end of each verse when he switches to a chord with a darker tone. The sound, the Ahs and Ohs, are SO For Emma, Forever Ago. And these lyrics…my GOD!!!!

“I Know now that I can’t make good / But how I wish I could …Nothing’s really something now, the whole thing’s soot.” And he says soot as he’s switching to that lower chord at the end!!!! It’s THE EXACT right thing!!!!

“As I fill my book / Oh what a waste of wood / Nothing’s really happened like I Thought it would.” I’m upset.

“Man, I’m so sorry / I got the best of me / I really damn been on such a violent spree / But maybe you can still make a man from me.”

It’s the best song from SABLE, without question.

For the record, Bon Iver is the core player in my most comprehensive theory/ideology/insight related to the modern music landscape, but diving into this properly requires some research on my end. More soon!

MY albums of the week (idk whats going on with the spacing)

The Kick Inside / Kate Bush (OBVOUSLY)

Imaginal Disk / Magdalena Bay

Heart of Stone / Cher Bookends / Simon & Garfunkel To Live & Die In Space & Time / Lynn Avery, Cole Pulice

Tried Flying Lotus’s Cosmogramma (a few times, actually) and it wasn’t clicking for me. Sorry!

As per usual I find myself wishing I could listen to music and watch TV and read and write at the same time.

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tim-han-reviews · 1 year ago

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Tim Han Success Insider: Allow the people who are meant to be in your life come to you, and accept those who go. 🙏

Life has a well-seasoned, time-honored rhythm. When we attempt to control every aspect of our life, we often find ourselves caught up in the resistance and the struggle. However, when we learn to dance with the ebb and flow of life, embrace the energy of the connections that flow our way, and gracefully accept and release those that float away, we are in harmony with this rhythm. Life then, carries us, in exactly the way it was designed to.

Remember, sometimes, unexpected meetings with strangers soon evolve into deep meaningful connections. These encounters may happen while waiting for your coffee, standing in a queue, or simply walking through the park. The universe has its magical ways of introducing you to the people who are destined to touch your life deeply and leave lasting impressions.

The people who are meant to be in your life will find their way into your life, not by force, not by manipulation, but naturally, irresistibly. You don't have to struggle or wrestle with life to make these connections. Just like a feather caught in the puff of the breeze, they will land softly into your life. And when they do, your gut will know.

As you embark on the path of self-discovery and personal growth, you’ll come across individuals who will teach you things you didn’t know about yourself, uncover strengths you didn't realize you possessed, ignite passions you never knew you had. They may be mentors, friends, or even brief encounters, but their influences will shape you into the person you're becoming. Such connections are worth cherishing.

On this journey oiled by the Success Insider philosophy, you'll begin to realize that for some, their role in your life story may only last for a season. Why? Well, not everyone who enters your life is meant to stay. And that is okay. Accepting this reality can be challenging, especially when the bonds are strong and the lessons deep. But understand that letting go doesn’t signify the absence of love or respect, but rather, an act of allowing life to progress in its natural trajectory.

When we clutch tightly onto relationships, we hinder our growth and that of those in our lives. Some people are better loved from afar, some relationships are better appreciated in past tense, and it’s crucial to discern when holding on is hurting more than helping. Holding onto old relationships can prevent new, meaningful ones from entering our lives.

Have I always been able to do this perfectly? Of course not. Have you? Probably not. But it's a lesson I've learned and continue to remind myself of whenever I find myself clutching onto the familiar for fear of the unknown. This infallible life trend is one that we navigate through in the Life Mastery Achievers course, eloquently demonstrating the utility of embrace and release.

Reflect on this: are there relationships in your life that have served their purpose? Are you holding onto connections that no longer serve or grow you? Perhaps, it's time you gently unclasp your grip.

Although we may feel sadness or loss, the space left behind by those who depart our lives isn't empty. It’s a room filled with growth, with newfound strength and resilience. It’s a space brimming with lessons and experiences that push us to evolve. Yours will be rich with such experience, too!

Remember, life is in constant motion - people come, and people go. Our paths intertwine for a while and then diverge again. It’s a cycle of unity, growth, and release that lends richness to the tapestry of our life stories. Embrace this. Trust this. Trust yourself.

And always remember, change is not always a calamity, but often, a catalyst. Here's to you finding your people, embracing the lessons, and releasing with love when it's time. After all, such is the dance of life. 🙏

#Tim Han #Tim Han Reviews #Success Insider #SuccessInsider #Success Insider Reviews #LMA Course #LMA course reviews #Motivation #inspiring quotes #love #writing #words #quotes #thoughts #success

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zorkaya-moved · 2 years ago

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Morning, besties. Ya girl is back from her hiatus 1 day early, but only to update y'all beautiful souls about what's going on.

Did u miss seeing me and Zarina on ur dash (say yes 🔪)? ;)

I had the time to just chill out, concentrate on my real life, and understand that I'll be doing some things differently. I over-hoarded drafts and asks. Every year this happens, and I just never fucking learn, but I'll try to take my time to sort out everything. This means that I'll be looking through my endless list of drafts and finally replying to them (thank u brain for finally working).

I have a queue prepared to start tomorrow until 17-18th for now. It's 3 posts per day, but I'll keep it to 2 posts per day after 18th of March. I'll be absent today as well, even though I came back but it's like... Update-update. Still not going to reach out regarding plots because I'm still not back with those thoughts and ideas.

If YOU have ideas for plotting, through them at me!

It was SOOOOO NICE to take a break from Tumblr and just? Play games? Read books? Just vibe. Also re-connect with some of Zarina's personality traits that I've let to float around. Now, thanks to PTN, I finally understand how to write some of Zarina's apathetic sides and it made me super happy. I'll also post some of the metas I finally sat down to write. I just might continue this type of existence for the whole month of March due to how much I need to do.

I probably will be giving myself like week-long rests without Tumblr on my phone. I'll probably still take a bit of a long time to rest and not really communicate with anyone yet because I still feel like I need a bit more time there. I'm still playing games but I'm also especially busy this month (graduate school registrations, essays, recommendation letters, applying, all of that jazz). 'Cuz of that I'll probably full-on rely on queue. And yes, I wrote things over my hiatus because I just cannot leave my girl alone lmao. Thank u Google Docs for existing.

Hope y'all are safe. I've got things already queued. Today's gonna be a busy work day, and I've got a call with one of the universities before my application to ask some questions, yahoo! Have a fantastic day. Just know that the activity will only be continued through queue for now. I'll also try to limit my ooc posting because I think the amount that I posted made ME overwhelmed as well since I want to have more IC content to interact with people and not make others feel like I forgot or worse. I really was burnt out and I'm sorry if I hurt anyone, made them feel forgotten, or I made them annoyed with my activity/words/ooc posts.

I still struggle with replying to people socially/ooc-ly even in real life, but I'll try to do better. Over the course of my previous job, I was over-stressed but I also... lost touch with many people. And I didn't chase them because, yes, I didn't keep in touch and it was my fault. However, I will do my best to not let this happen again. I cannot promise anything as I still do not have stability in my life (and didn't have for the last, what, 5 years?) and I cannot make any definity promises. I promise to do better, but that's all I can do. And I will do my fucking best.

Oof, thanks you for reading this! Take care of yourselves. I'm gonna try to concentrate on drafts instead of asks these days because that's how active interactions go and I want to interact. Let's fucking go!!

#❄ ― OUT OF CHARACTER. ╱ fun time’s passing by like river’s flow.

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amanktreks · 5 months ago

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Poovar Boating: Where the Air is Crisp and the Adventure is Endless!

Poovar, a stunning coastal paradise in Kerala, offers an experience like no other—a journey through serene backwaters, golden beaches, and lush greenery. If you’re looking for a peaceful yet thrilling escape, Poovar Boating is an adventure worth taking. Whether you’re drifting through mangrove forests or spotting rare birds and marine life, every moment on these waters feels like magic.

Poovar Boating Ticket Price: Set Sail Without Breaking the Bank!

Before you hop on board, it's good to know what to expect in terms of cost. The Poovar Boating ticket price varies based on the duration and type of package you choose. With options ranging from a 60-minute cruise to an extensive 120-minute exploration, there's something for everyone. The prices start at ₹1199 per person for a shorter ride, going up to ₹1799 for a more immersive experience. No matter which package you pick, safety is prioritized with life jackets, expert guides, and first-aid access. Visit Universal Adventures for more info!

Poovar Boating Online Booking: Secure Your Spot in Paradise

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Poovar Backwater Cruise: A Passage Through Nature’s Wonderland

A Poovar Backwater Cruise is an enchanting journey through Kerala’s untouched beauty. As your boat glides over the calm waters, you'll witness a blend of sea, river, lake, and backwater—a rare sight that makes Poovar unique. The cruise takes you past charming fishing villages, coconut groves, and golden sandbanks that create a mesmerizing contrast against the blue waters. If you’re lucky, you might even spot exotic birds, making it a dream destination for nature lovers and photographers.

Poovar Boating Cruise: More Than Just a Ride

More than just a boat ride, a Poovar Boating Cruise is an experience of a lifetime. Whether you're on a speedboat or a traditional wooden canoe, each journey unveils something special. Feel the cool breeze as you navigate through the tranquil waters, enjoy the thrill of speed, or simply soak in the peaceful surroundings. The cruise also offers glimpses of floating cottages, vibrant fishing boats, and the famous estuary where the Neyyar River meets the Arabian Sea—a breathtaking sight to behold.

Tips for an Unforgettable Poovar Boating Experience

Plan Ahead: The best way to enjoy Poovar is by choosing the right time and package. Morning and evening slots provide the most scenic views.

Pack Essentials: Sunscreen, sunglasses, and a hat will keep you comfortable under the Kerala sun. Don’t forget a camera to capture the beauty!

Respect Nature: Keep a safe distance from wildlife, avoid littering, and enjoy the beauty responsibly.

Choose Your Ride Wisely: Depending on whether you want a slow, scenic ride or a thrilling speedboat adventure, select the right type of boat.

Stay Safe: Always wear your life jacket and follow the instructions given by your guide.

Final Thoughts: A Journey to Remember

Poovar isn’t just about its scenic beauty—it’s about the experience, the calmness, and the thrill that comes with every wave. From the shimmering waters to the golden sunsets, Poovar Boating offers a slice of paradise for every traveller. So, whether you’re an adventure seeker, a nature lover, or simply someone in search of tranquillity, this boating journey promises an escape you won’t forget. Ready to set sail? Your adventure awaits!

For more details visit universal adventures

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avewritesmr · 5 years ago

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Could you make a Soulmate AU with Lee Felix please? my baby needs affection♥️

Prompt: Soulmate!AU, seeing colour when you touch for the first time

Word Count: 1351 words

Pairing: Lee Felix x Male!Reader

Group: Stray Kids

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

A/N: I completely agree anonie, our boy Felix needs a lot of tender love and care ✨, I hope you like this 💖

Felix waved to the crowd with a smile on his face, he had stopped to talk to Eric when he spotted him and his group had already made it halfway across the stage by the time he realised that they were leaving.

He had rushed forward in hopes of catching up with them while trying to make it seem like he wasn’t panicking at the prospect of being left behind.

He kept waving to the crowd with a smile and politely bowing to idols he walked by while trying to avoid running after Chan. Apparently the constant waving was a bad idea because it meant he wasn’t really watching where he was going on the crowded stage.

He made hard contact with someone and felt himself slip backwards, he let out and oof when he fell and closed his eyes trying to fight the blush that was growing on his cheeks.

“Are you okay? I am sorry I should have been watching where I was going.” Felix looked up at the older idol standing in front of him.

He vaguely recognised him as a rapper from a group but he wasn’t sure if they’d ever met before, he did remember Changbin talking to him backstage once but that must have been a while ago now.

the idol was offering his hand to help him up, Felix reached forward and took hold of the others hand.

It felt like an explosion had gone off in the room. Everything bloomed into colour, the monochromatic white and grey was replaced by colours Felix knew the name of but couldn’t even begin to describe. How he recognised them all was beyond him.

Felix couldn’t hear anything, the deafening sound of the crowd faded into nothing.

When he looked up he met confused eyes and what he assumed was disappointment.

It felt like an eternity before y/n seemed to remember they were on a stage in front of thousands of people.

He pulled Felix up and guided him through the crowd of idols wordlessly to his own group mates.

Felix was sure he would have collapsed if the older let go of his hand, he felt weak and dizzy and through all the confusion that made his head feel heavy he could feel fear.

Fear that if he let go of the other man he would collapse, the colours would fade and he would go back to monochromatic life that he didn’t know he hated until he saw colour.

Fear that he wouldn’t be able to love the other like the universe had destined him to.

Fear that the other wouldn’t love him.

Painful and crippling fear permeated through the haze that was clouding his mind.

He could see Chan only a few steps away, he was looking at them with concern.

Felix didn’t know how he would explain what was happening to him or any of the others.

When they reached him, Chan instinctively wrapped an arm around his waist supporting him, making sure his weak knees wouldn’t have to hold more than they could at the moment.

A silent understanding seemed to pass between y/n and Chan and then Felix was in the dressing room laying on a couch.

The last thing he could clearly remember was y/n telling him that he’d come find him backstage in a bit. The trip from on stage to the dressing room had been a blur of confusion and concerned glances that Felix couldn’t quite comprehend.

When his head began to clear again he noticed that the colours hadn’t faded away and his shoulders relaxed a little.

Chan was sitting next to him, they were both silent for a long time, the other members sitting around the room, where whispering amongst themselves but Felix didn’t have the energy to make out what they were saying.

“Are you okay? You were shaking for so long I was starting to get worried.” Felix frowned, had he really been shaking? he hadn’t noticed.

“I can see colours?” He wasn’t sure if he was asking the others or himself.

“You don’t want to see them ‘Lix?” Felix shook his head, he wanted to see them he had been thinking about this moment for a very long time. Colours were beautiful and Felix never wanted to live without them again.

“They’re beautiful.” Felix could feel tears welling up in his eyes, he wasn’t sure why.

“Yeah, they are.” Chan agreed with him.

“Does that mean, he is my soulmate?” Chan nodded silently.

Felix swallowed a thick lump in his throat.

The silence in the room was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Felix already knew who it was, he watched Chan and Changbin slip out of the room, he wondered what they would say to y/n, what he would say to them.

A few minutes later the door was opened again and a nervous looking y/n walked in, he wasn’t wearing the suit he had been wearing when Felix bumped into him.

The others in the room took his coming as their queue to leave, Felix met Chan’s eyes across the room, the older gave him a reassuring nod before he closed the door.

When they were alone Felix felt whatever self constraints he had placed on himself to not cry evaporate.

The tears came hot and hard, they accompanied sobs that hurt his chest, he buried his head into his hands and when he could hear no visible response from the other and he thought he had scared him off.

The fear that the other was disappointed it was him floated to the forefront of his mind again, in the few strangled seconds it took y/n to navigate across the room and wrap his arms around Felix, the younger had already seen a future where he would be alone unloved.

Felix looked up tear stained cheeks and watery eyes at y/n, the other just smiled at him.

“I am sorry, I don’t know why you are hurting so much, but I am sorry.” Felix shook his head at the unexpected words.

“I am just scared.” y/n looked confused.

“I am scared because I don’t know if I can love you, we’ve never talked before this, I am scared you might not be able to love me, I am just really scared.” Felix elaborated.

y/n nodded in understanding, “That’s valid, being scared, is completely valid, I am scared as well.”

“Yeah, we’ll you’re not a sobbing snotty mess.” y/n laughed and Felix felt a blush creeping up his cheeks, was the older laughing at him?

“What do you think I was doing in the half hour it took me to come to your dressing room?” Felix frowned at the question, was the older telling him he had cried as well?

Felix’s mind just wasn’t keeping up with the situation he was in.

y/n smiled at him again, he pulled away from the hug but kept a comforting hand on Felix’s shoulder.

They sat in silence for a while, Felix’s sobbing had calmed down, his tears, while still traveling down his cheeks, had slowed.

“The colours are beautiful, when I touched your hand and I saw them I was amazed, but when I looked at you, it was like everything had stopped.” y/n’s voice sounded breathless.

“Why?” Wasn’t it obvious enough?

“You’re beautiful, I mean I’ve seen you before, at event and such, but seeing your eyes and freckles as they really are, with colour, man, really made me realise how beautiful you are.” Felix could feel a blush creeping up his neck again.

“oh.” they returned to their silence again, the tension had eased away and Felix had moved so he was leaning against y/n’s chest, his head on the others shoulder.

“It’s okay to be scared,” Felix muttered, y/n hummed his agreement, “We should go out to have a cup of coffee.”

y/n nodded wordlessly, when Felix pulled away he could see a smile on y/n’s face.

Felix leaned up and kissed him, short and chaste, he could feel y/n’s arms tightening around him.

It was okay to be scared but Felix was sure he would love y/n and y/n would love him.

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celesterunewhisper · 4 years ago

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Day 11 - Watch

Tik. Tik. Tik. The slow sounds of an unseen grandfather clock audibly marked the choking silence that engulfed the elaborate living room. On any other day, the room might have felt comforting, perhaps even welcoming; however, the tension that wove itself with that damn ticking almost made sitting in the room unbearable. In the center of the den, two large couches—red and gold in hue, as was the rest of the decor—were set facing each other with an elegant coffee table between them. Next to the couches, an oversized chair sat to meet the entire room, sitting there like a throne; the fireplace flickering behind the high-back chair only served to cast a menacing shadow over any who sat in it. Compared to the rest of the furniture, it was clear the chair was moved deliberately into the room for whatever purpose the mysterious gathering served. The rest of the decorations of artwork and statues were purely there to display the wealth of the Crimsonburn family. Sitting in the throne chair, a middle-aged Quel'dorei man gazed out at the crowd of three with his beady, contemplating blue eyes. His complexion was lined with not only age but experience in the thralls of stressful politics. He wore elaborate robes of red and maroon and had his white-blond hair slicked back for the occasion. Lord Norath Crimsonburn glanced to the two men on the couch to his left. The elder of the two—looking not too much older than Norath—had long straight black hair, partially braided to keep his bangs from his face sporting robes of violet and slate-gray. A younger man sported the same hues in attire and hair; however, he had his short and slicked back similar to the Lord of the house. “You have met my wife, Lady Larae Crimsonburn, Lord Velvetlight?” Norath then glanced to the woman on the opposite couch who was meek in appearance with short, curly red hair and gorgeous robes of crimson. He smirked when her matching blue eyes locked with his, only for her to look to the table with discomfort seconds later. It thrilled him to see her so obediently in her place. The raven-haired gentleman raised a dark brow at the Lord of the house. “Indeed. A fetching catch. However, it is your daughter, my son, and I wish to meet.”

“Her tardiness is unorthodox, I assure you. Perhaps, she is nervous about being among such distinguished companies.” Norath replied, his voice icy and uncomfortably calm. Lord Velvetlight simply sighed before reaching forward towards the coffee table. An array of refreshments rested upon the wooden surface, including snacks, tea, coffee, and wine. The guest Lord helped himself to a glass of the latter. A superb Dalarn red; year 450K.C, much before the wondrous city made its floating charge to Northrend. An expensive taste with the delicate bite of a lingering arcanic crisp. Not enough to quell Lord Velvetlight's patience, unfortunately. As if the swelling distaste was the perfect queue, a young elven woman was politely escorted into the room by a servant of the manor. Her short hair matched both the curliness of her mother's and the pale blonde hues of her father's, and just like her parents, the Crimsonburn colours painted her corsetted, victorian gown. The servant didn't stay long and left the young woman to linger awkwardly at the door; her blue eyes glanced to her father's with an apologetic expression. Norath smiled, yet no humour or kindness touched his eyes. “My daughter; Lady Celeste Crimsonburn. What a pleasure for you to have finally indulged us with your presence.” Celeste winced, immediately curtseying before Norath, with her head low, “My apologies, father,” she spoke carefully, turning her attention to the two guests in their home. “I thank you for your patience, my Lords.” Her politeness was useless at this point; she had already disappointed Norath to irreparable levels that night. But, she still had a role in maintaining, lest she made it worse for herself. “Take a seat, Celeste,” Norath instructed cooly. “You remember Lord Velvetlight, don't you?” Truthfully, Celeste did not. However, she forced herself to dig through her memories in an effort not to embarrass herself further. She took a shot in the dark. “You...were a guest speaker at Sunstrider University. You taught a lecture for my Introduction to Political Theory class.” As she spoke, attempting to sound confident in her answer, she sat beside her silent mother. “Ah, so you do remember. Excellent.” Lord Velvetlight looked pleased. “I also met you in your adolescent years, but I do not expect you to remember something eighty years ago.” There was a momentary pause as the Lord took a sip of his wine. “I would like to introduce to you my son, Lord Zan Velvetlight. A proud Magister of Quel'thalas and Scryer under the ranks of Astalor Bloodsworn's trusted Arcanists.” Zan stood to his feet to bow towards Celeste, “A pleasure, my Lady.” Instinctively, Celeste held her hand towards the expecting man, to which he took and placed a gentlemanly kiss upon it. She was used to such gestures with her family's position in the noble hierarchy; however, she could never bring herself to enjoy that flavour of attention. It took everything in her power not to grimace as Zan retook his seat. “The pleasure is mine, Lord Zan.” “Celeste, why don't you elaborate for Lord Velvetlight more about your education,” Norath commented in a thinly veiled order. “Yes, indeed,” Lord Velvetlight began, “I am very interested in hearing more about the daughter Lord Crimsonburn has been raving about.” Celeste rose a brow at the strangeness of the conversation, and she couldn't help but glance at her mother for answers. However, when Larae met her daughter's gaze, her bright eyes glazed over with sadness. For some reason, the woman could not bring herself to speak out of turn and left her daughter to the thralls of confusion. “Right,” Celeste breathed, now looking to Lord Velvetlight—vividly aware of her father's icy gaze boring down on her while she spoke. “I have been studying the economics of the country primarily. Provincial stabilization, governance, representation through the monarchy, and the delicate balance of power and influence.” She took a deep breath, “I hope to follow in my father's footsteps of becoming a member of King Sunstrider's advocates.” This, of course, was an utter lie. “Ah, such high expectations. So much in common with my son.” Lord Velvetlight hummed with satisfaction. Zan spoke to provide context to his father's statement. “I hope to enlist within the Kirin Tor eventually. Put more experience under my belt to either rise further with the Magisters of Quel'thalas or, perhaps, a cozy seat on the council of the Magus Senate.” Arrogance coated his tongue as he spoke a matter of factly. Celeste forced an interested smile to her face and spoke with perfunctory attentiveness. “How do you not burn yourself out from such strenuous tasks?” Zan's ego predictably inflated as he smirked with bottomless pride towards Celeste. “Because I am superior. Other low-lives let opportunities pass them by, while intellectual men must rise to guide this wayward Kingdom. I intend to learn all I can to do so.” Celeste felt her blood run cold as her smile faltered. “Ah—your...father is right about...sharing high ambitions, then. I suppose.” Another lie. She wanted nothing more than to leave both the conversation and company. Norath spoke up once more, “It is as I said, Lord Velvetlight. It would be a flawless arrangement that will benefit both sides of the political spectrum. We must act upon the traditions of the monarchy's system before the ambitious Prince threatens to change the whole thing. What with that Theron whispering in his ear.” “Father, what are you talking about—” Celeste began. “You will speak when you are spoken to.” Norath snapped. Then turning back to Lord Velvetlight, he continued as if the outburst never happened. “What say you?” “Zan?” Lord Velvetlight glanced to his son, asking a vague question Celeste still did not understand the context of. The younger lord gave Celeste a once-over before smirking. “I find it both an excellent strategy and a rather lovely match. I agree to Lord Crimsonburn's proposition if you are inclined to act upon it, father.” Lord Velvetlight smiled. “Then our deal has been settled. The ceremony will be scheduled for the end of the month as planned.” “Perfect.” Norath grinned. “I have already arranged for their housing, as well. A gift for the new family, hm?” Lord Velvetlight chuckled, “So generous, my Lord.” Zan bowed his head, “I generously accept, Lord Crimsonburn.” Norath stood to his feet, and the other two lords followed suit. “A rather short meeting, but I understand you and your son are rather busy this evening.” “It has been a pleasure, Lord Crimsonburn. Till the ceremony, then.” And soon, Celeste was alone in the den with her father. Her mother couldn't bear to be in the room any longer, and she still didn't understand why. Norath gestured his hand silently towards Celeste, allowing her to speak freely. “What was that all about, father?” “We plan on uniting our causes together, Lord Velvetlight and I. The details are none of your concern, but we came up with an ideal way to permanently seal our partnership. A bargaining chip, if you must.” Norath responded as if Celeste's question was foolish. “What was the bargaining chip?” she asked hesitantly. “You, my dear,” Norath said. “You are.” The silence was almost deafening if it wasn't for that rhythmic ticking. “I beg your pardon?” Her voice was almost inaudible. Norath sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ignorant girl. You are to wed Lord Zan. What did you think I meant when I said 'ceremony'?” His blue eyes narrowed at his daughter. Celeste's jaw nearly dropped to the floor; however, she closed it quickly before her father sneered. “Wait,” she breathed, “I just met him. I don't even know him!” “Frankly, my dear, I couldn't care less if you loved him or hated him. This is out of your control.” “You can't make me marry a stranger!” she shouted, standing to her feet. Norath was swifter than Celeste anticipated, and as he stood to his feet as well, the back of his ringed hand made contact with his daughter's cheek with an audible slap. Her face jerked to the side from the force, and her hands immediately went to cup the welt with a shaking whimper. “I can.” Norath towered over his trembling daughter. “Just watch.”

@daily-writing-challenge @howlingowl-wra

#celeste runewhisper #before sin'dorei AND ren'dorei transformation #arranged marriage time #the past

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lesbian-deadpool · 5 years ago

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Roses In A Storm

Part Three: What A Time To Be Alive

Prelude | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 5,681

Warnings: Talks of alcoholism and recovery, family issues, Red-Skull (hes’s a Nazi, that’s a warning in its own lmao), heights, light angst, talks of self deprecation/hate, explosions, talks of abuse/violence/murder/death, space stuff, I thin that may just be it.

Request: Yes. Many times.

Summary: The end of the journey.

A/N: Welcome to the end of this story! I really hope you liked this fucked up ride. If you want someone to thank for making me writhe this fic, then you best go bother @missmonsters2 lol! Hope this is what you wanted wifey!

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

That's all it takes.

A few words from Tony Stark and you're on the right path again.

Well...

As right as it can be.

The past few months had been long and gruelling.

There were times, too many than you wanted to admit, where you just wanted to give up. But you never did. And that was largely thanks to Tony and his family.

You would colour or play adventure with Morgan, cook with Pepper and Tony. Helped where you could with Tony and his inventions, but mainly you would just watch him, letting him distract you as he worked away, while you two conversed. You even became a "stand-in Assistant" when Pepper was rushed with mass amounts of work.

Whenever you were craving alcohol, Tony would always say the same thing:

"Sorry, Strange's orders."

"Since when did you take anyone's orders?"

"Since we could get Natasha back."

He was a real bastard, sometimes.

"Have you seen your parents yet?" he had asked, a little over a month into your recovery.

In your silence, Tony knew your answer.

"It's been seven months, Y/N-"

"I know how long it's been," you snapped. You rubbed at your forehead with a frustrated sigh. Trying to fight off the spinning in your head, "I can't see them like this, Tony. They were so proud of me and everything I've done- Did. Everything I did," you clarified, "And If I go to them now. What are they going to see? An alcoholic failure, who quit their job, is now a fucking hitman. And is in love with a woman- who is, apparently, inside of a fucking stone! What are they gonna say to that? Huh?"

"They still love you, Y/N."

You had tears in your eyes as you shook your head. He was right, you knew that, but you still couldn't see them. You knew you wouldn't be able to bear it if they saw you like this.

"Please, Y/N. Go home. See them. Tell them you love them," Tony practically begged you, "Trust me. You only get so long with them. You should know that you've lost people you love, too."

"I know..." you said weakly.

And that was the end of that conversation.

Yeah.

He really was a bastard, sometimes.

But now, five and a half months later, you felt better.

You felt so much better.

And you had finally seen your parents.

For the first time, in a year.

Your interaction with them had been just as Tony had said it would be. They welcomed you with open arms. Telling you how much they loved you. How proud of you they still were. They told you there was no reason for you to apologise.

Fuck Tony Stark and how right he was.

That bastard.

***

You felt like a stranger walking through these halls, but familiar to the surroundings at the same time. Almost like you were walking the halls of your old school.

It was... eerie?

Was that even the best term to use, to describe this feeling? You didn't know. But it felt right.

Agents, visitors, and trainees all the like, regarded you as you walked. All knew of who you were. Most knew what had happened the last time you had been at HQ, from either witnessing it themselves or through the grape-vine.

But it was their own fault when they jumped out of their skin, as you kicked open the door of your destination, as they should have known you hadn't lost your spunk.

"Right! Listen up, motherfuckers!" you yelled, making the people inside the room snapped their attention to you, shock rippling throughout their bodies, as you slammed the door shoot behind you. "I'm coming back to work!"

You could tell Fury was about to say something, from where he sat at the top of the table, in between Tony and Strange. With Maria stood to the side behind her boss. Her eyebrows raised at you, and a small -almost unnoticeable- smile on her face.

"Don't you dare, I'm not done yet!" You pointed at Fury, who leaned back in his seat and regarded you, allowing you to carry on with what you were saying. "I'm coming back, but I have some conditions-!"

"'Conditions'?" he asked.

"Yes. Conditions. Firstly, this is a one-time thing. I'm not taking my job back. I don't work for you. I'm working with you. For. This. Mission. Only. Okay?" No objections. You nodded your head once. "Secondly. I will do as you say, but I have a say on who is involved in this mission. If I don't want them here. They don't get to be. Because if I have to look at Clint's face- Even though I do know that Nat wasn't really his fault. I'm still gonna rip his throat out-"

"Now, Y/N. You have no-"

"Ah- Ah- Ah," You cut Fury off. "I'm still not done yet. Coming off of my second point. Wade gets to be there when I say so."

"Now that's definitely not happening!"

"I agree with Fury, Y/N. That is total insanity," Strange voiced up.

"Well, I guess that's tough tittys for you guys. Because those are my conditions. If you don't like it, then that's your problem."

Fury was about to speak when Tony cut him off.

"Just give 'em what they want. It's not like you were gonna involve anyone else. And so what if this Wade guy joins? It's another pair of hands."

"You don't know him."

"You'd like him," you said.

“Oh, now I want him to join more. If I'd like him, and these guys can't stand him."

"I agree with Stark, no matter how much it pains me," Maria spoke, gaining everyone's attention.

"Maria?" Fury asked almost, shocked, "You know what Wilson is like. You've read his files."

"I have." She nodded. "And although he is unorthodox, as the best way to put it... he gets things done. And if he cares for Y/N as much as he said he does. He will do well in helping us."

"Thank you, Maria!"

"Jesus Christ," Fury sighed.

"Wait," Tony said, "Who is Wade to you?"

You shrugged. "He's my best friend. Well, one of them."

"But I'm your best friend!"

"You're one of them!"

"Are you best friend cheating on me?!"

"Can we not do this here?" you asked him, knowing that when you arrived back at the cabin, you were in for a mass amount of questions, and would be forced to say who your best-best friend was.

You suddenly never wanted to leave the small, closed off, conference room.

"Fine," he huffed.

"Fury?" you asked. Cocky smile on your face. Knowing he was at a crossroads, and one direction was blocked.

"Okay," he said slowly.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Nick."

"Anyway..." Strange began, "Now that we've got everything settled-"

"I missed the whole meeting?" you pointed out.

"-I should be taking my leave now."

"Yeah, send me home too, Dumbledore," Tony "asked", standing up, too.

"Y/N. I'll be in touch." And with that, he and Tony walked through separate portals.

"Wow. So, I've gotta make my own way home? Nice."

Walking over to the door, you spoke your goodbyes. Pausing, only when you were out of the door to say one last condition, "Oh, and also. I get paid three times of what my yearly salary was."

"For this one mission?"

"Yes. For this journey, as Mr Wizardly would put it."

With his silence, was his agreement.

"Bye!" You took your exit.

***

"Where are we going, now?" you asked, strutting into the office at Tony's cabin. Which had become your "base of operations" so to say. Knoticing that the whole team was there.

Tony, Stephen, Fury, Wade, and Maria. Who usually stayed behind, being everyone's eyes and ears.

This must be an essential part of the mission.

You had spent the last three months under Strange's order. You, Tony, and hell even Fury running around collecting all out the things he needed. Mainly books. Sometimes Wade accompanied you on your missions. Keeping things more than entertaining.

"Space."

"The final frontier," you whispered in a far off voice, the same look in your eyes. Tony, laughing at your overdramatics. "But seriously," you continued, words now sober from their previous humour, "Is this it? Are we going to finish this?"

"With any luck," Tony nodded.

"Our ride will be here soon," Fury informed you.

"Our ride?"

"The walking talking build a bear."

"That would be so cool to have," Wade gushed, gaining some weird looks in return.

"The raccoon?" you asked, but still smiling at your scarred friend.

"I believe his name was 'Rocket'."

"Rocket The Raccoon," you said, "D' ya think he got inspiration from The Beatles song 'Rocky Raccoon'?"

"That would be something, wouldn't it?" Maria asked not expecting a reply. But she did smile back at you when you threw her one.

Before anyone could say another word, a low rumbling shook the ground slightly, the sound of jets filling the air.

And that was everyone's queue to run out of the cabin, only to see the spaceship you assumed belonged to the raccoon and his crew, floating above the large lake next to Tony's property. The hatch slowly coming down to rest on the docks.

"Hey, losers!" The rough voiced raccoon called out, from the end of the ship, beginning to descend the hatch.

"Is that any way to talk to your friends?!" you called over.

"I don't know you! And yes!"

"Speaking of your friends, where are they?" you asked curiously, once he got close.

"I ditched em at a bar," Rocket shrugged. "They'll be fine. It's my ship anyway."

Everyone laughed at the exchange, soon rushing back inside to grab everything they needed, Tony saying bye to his family, before you all boarded the aircraft.

***

"Oh, yeah. He was in love with death."

Somehow, the conversation had spurred onto the subject of the purple titan, you loathed with your entire being.

"I'm sorry," you began, "What?"

"Thanos. He "killed" half of the universe to impress death," Wade explained.

"Oh! So that's the real reason he did it!" you yelled, beginning your rant, "He made up this whole bullshit story about overpopulation or something. Instead of just saying, "I'm doing this to impress a girl"! Wow. Good to know toxic masculinity exists in space too."

Thankfully the conversation soon changed to the mission back at hand, with small amounts of banter being thrown around, that always followed you guys around.

"Why couldn't you have just teleported us there?" you asked Strange, who was standing in front of you, a little off to the side, in the now space-born ship.

"Because I can only teleport on the same planet that I am on."

You paused, "Makes sense..." And then. "But, we're in space. Should that mean you're able to travel anywhere, then?

"That's not how it works."

"Sound's like bullshit, but okay."

Before Strange could voice his retort, Rocket spoke from the pilot's seat.

"Leave the idiot be. What's the worse that's happening here? You're having a day-trip, boo-hoo."

"Yeah. A "day-trip". To the place where the love of my life threw herself off of a cliff. Sacrificing herself for half of the universe. Great fucking day-trip."

"Okay, yeah. That's less good," he said.

***

The planet was truly beautiful, in a desolate way. Covered wholly in sand, and lakes. Everything taking on a purple hue from the sky and clouds surrounding it. A truly gigantic mountain stood strong before you. You didn't want to admit it, but you were considerably intimidated by the large mass. And to top it all off, there was a permanent solar-eclipsed sun sitting in the sky.

You would have loved experiencing a whole new planet. Even a seemingly empty one.

If you didn't hate this place that is.

Also, the fact that you had to. Climb. The Fucking. Mountain.

If someone would have told you there would be this much exercise involved, you would have convinced Colossus to come, just to carry you up there.

You arrived, panting, at the top of the mountain. Only to be greeted by a creepy floating man, with a red skull for a head.

Fury knew him. Quickly telling you that his name was Red-Skull -surprising- and that he was one of the most notorious Nazis from WWII.

Yep.

You instantly despised him.

He told you each the name of one of your parents, then continued on with an obviously well-rehearsed speech about the Soul Stone, and yada, yada, yada.

Tony brushing past him, saying "We're not interested in what you're selling, shitty evil Ghostrider." With you all trailing after him, smiles on your faces.

And you never heard another pep from the self-proclaimed, "Guardian Of The Stone".

"Well, spank me and call me "daddy"!" Wade called, peering over the ledge of the cliff. "That's a long way down."

You joined him in looking over the edge. Your heart instantly dropping into your stomach.

You couldn't even see the bottom.

You can't imagine how terrified Natasha must have been dangling off of this thing. Only to kick herself off, and into the cloudy abyss.

"Fuck," was all you could breathe.

You only just noticed Tony standing beside you, when he asked FRIDAY to scan the height fo the cliff. Her voice coming out through his suit, so that everyone could hear.

"The cliff's height is approximately three thousand six hundred and ninety point nine hundred and forty-five feet, boss."

"Jesus Christ," you uttered, moving away from the edge, palm resting on your forehead. As thoughts of Natasha falling all that way down filled your mind.

You gave yourself a few moments to breath through your incoming panic attack. Luckily you were unable to see the worried, yet understanding glances everyone was throwing you, behind your closed eyes.

"So... how does this shit work?" you then asked, wanting to hurry with all of this.

You just wanted to get your girl back.

"Y/N," Strange said, beginning to get irritated by you already, "We literally talked about this a few weeks ago."

"Yeah? And I've slept since then," you remarked back.

***

After strang had done whatever the fuck he had done with his magic. You watched in complete awe, as the portal to the Soul World opened up.

But it wasn't any "normal" portal.

The eclipsed sun slowly started to be revealed, only this time if you looked at it, it didn't burn your eyes. You only saw what could be best described as an orange-yellow coloured black hole.

That was the fucking portal.

"Oh." You swallowed, turning to face Strange, "How the hell do we get up there?"

"We already are."

"What-?" you asked confused until you looked over your shoulder at your surroundings. Everything was bare and coated in a warm light, not even an inch of water below your feet. "What the fuck?!"

"Welcome to the soul world."

You were still eternally shocked as Tony began to speak.

"So. So, how does this work?"

"The Soul World only allows "visitation" to the last to be sacrificed. All we need to do is find her, and pull her out."

"Seems simple enough," Wade said, hands on his hips as he looked around, "You think I can get some grub in this place?"

"Don't be an idiot, Wilson," Fury told him, "Now let's go find our girl."

It didn't take long. Only a few minutes of walking until you spotted the structure upfront.

Quickening your pace, you walked up to what seemed to be an open planned coffee shop. Open planned with the outside. And not just any coffee shop. It was the one you and Natasha used to frequent often.

With a red-head, back turned to you, sitting at your usual table.

"Natasha?" you asked voice close to a whisper, the silence surrounding the world you were in amplifying your volume, ensuring she could hear you.

Red-blonde hair swished over shoulder, as Natasha hastily turned to see you.

"Y/N?" she asked you, voice identical to how yours was. The Russian didn't wait for your answer, the chair sloshing through the water, as she sprinted over to you. Throwing herself into your arms.

It was like a dam broke. The moment she touched you, tears poured down your face, like rivers. You held her close to your body, head buried into her soft, wavy hair.

Natasha was sobbing into your shoulder. Hugging you tightly enough for it to hurt.

You finally had her in your arms, just like you had dreamt of for over a year. Ever since you came back.

And yet, all you could think of was how disappointed in yourself you were.

You didn't deserve her. After all of the shit, you had done while she was gone. All of the mercenary jobs, the violence, the drinking and drugs. The hate that settled in your stomach, which caused you to lash out at the world and people who dared to cross you.

Everything.

She deserved so much better.

However, all you could do was pull her closer, and repeat, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," into her bright auburn locks.

"What are you sorry for."

"I." You swallowed your tears, looking into Natasha's wet emerald eyes. "I've done awful things while you were gone, Natasha. I became someone awful."

"Hey," Wade said behind you, slightly insulted. Which you ignored.

"I killed people. Some in cold blood. And all because they said bad things about you. I was lost. And you don't deserve that."

Natasha placed her hands on your wet cheeks, yours staying on her waist, knowing what you were about to say.

"You should find someone who deserves to be with you."

"You do deserve me," she begged you to understand, "I don't want anyone else but you! If there's anyone who doesn't deserve the other, it's me."

"Don't say that."

"Then don't say you don't deserve me. I only want you," she repeated, to get it through your head, "Only you. No one else. I don't care what you've done, or who you were while I was gone. You're still you. Right now, you're you. And that's all I want. It's all I need. You."

You sniffled harshly, realising how stupid you were with a shake of your head.

"I love you," you confessed, "I'm so in love with you, Natasha. It's crazy."

"Then let's be crazy together."

That was the last thing either of you said before she helped guide your lips to hers.

Finally sharing your first kiss.

At long last.

There wasn't the stereotypical fireworks that everyone spoke about when your lips met.

Only warmth.

Kissing Natasha didn't feel like an explosion. It felt like coming home after a long day. Being welcomed with the warm glow of a fire, and a spiced drink warming up your chest.

That's what kissing Natasha felt like.

Heaven.

Home.

You pulled back to the sounds of sniffles.

Eyebrows furrowed, you both looked over to the men behind you. Never once moving away from the other.

They were crying.

All of them.

Even Wade was under his mask.

"Are you guys crying?" you asked with a smile.

"No." Tony nodded, telling you that his words were false.

Strange wiped at the wetness under his eyes, while Wade openly sobbed, his shoulders shaking, pulling one of his guns to his chest as a form of comfort. Rocket was even using his tail to wipe at his eyes, turning away from you all.

"Even you fury?"

"I'm not crying," the Director, said with a slight wave in his voice.

"Really? Because I think that you are. Don't you, Natasha?"

The red-head nodded at you in confirmation.

"I'm not." Was all Fury said before he grabbed his eye patch and moved it to cover his leaking eye. "See."

Natasha let out a wet laugh, rushing over to bring Tony and Fury into a shared hug. All of them letting out a few more tears at the reunion.

Her knees splashing in the water as she pulled the still crying fur-ball into her arms.

Then going over to greet Strange with a hug of his own. And finally giving Wade the same treatment.

"I'm Wade," he introduced himself when she pulled back, "I'm Y/N's best, best friend. Because I'm better than the billionaire Sherlock over there."

"Is that so?" she chuckled.

"It absolutely is not!" Tony yelled.

Natasha shook her head with a smile, making her way over to you, and tucking herself into your side. Her head coming to rest on your shoulder, as she watched two of your best friends bicker at who was your "best, best friend".

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," you apologised.

"You came. And that's all that matters."

"C'mon guys," Tony said, his fingers now wiping under his eyes, "Don't make us cry again."

"I didn't stop," Wade informed you all, raising his hand.

You all chuckled at the man.

Before you decided you wanted out. You wanted to take your girl home.

"Right, now how do we get out of here?"

"We already are," Strange told you.

Looking around, you saw that you were now standing on the cliff's ledge, of Vormir. Natasha still nestled under your arm.

"How in the fuck do you do that?"

"I wizard never reveals his tricks," Tony said, "You know that, Y/N."

"The other stones are destroyed," Strange suddenly said, gaining everyone's attention. "We have to destroy the soul stone."

"But that will require a sacrifice," Natasha said, trying to keep the fear out of her voice, though you could hear hints of it.

"On it!" Wade yelled, making his way past you, and towards the edge of the cliff.

Only stopping when you fisted your hand into the arm of his suit, then pulling him back.

"No. None of us are dying today."

"But, Y/N. I'm immortal-

"No," you interrupted him, voice hardening as to get your point across. "It's a soul for a soul. You go off that cliff, you come back without a soul. And I'm not letting that happen."

"Then how in the fuck are we supposed to destroy the stone?!" Rocket gruffed.

At your prolonged silence, Tony asked, "What are you thinking?"

"This was built as a shrine for stone right?"

"That's what I've been told. Yes," Strange confirmed.

"You said before- Weeks ago. When we were talking about everything, that the word "tomb" would be better to describe it, than "shrine"."

"Yes..." he said slowly, watching as you pieced everything together.

"Tombs normally hold things."

"Yes."

"Oh my, God," Tony breathed in realisation.

"Rocket? How many explosives do you have on the ship?"

"What are you suggesting?" Natasha asked from where she was still tucked into your side.

"We blow the shrine off of the fucking rock."

"How do you know that will work?"

Not bothering to answer his question, you said, "Nick. Get Danvers down here. Once we blow the shrine to smithereens, she comes along and blasts it with all the power she has." You then turned to face him. "Only an infinity stone can destroy an infinity stone. Ergo, so can it's creations. I mean how do you explain Wanda?"

"Well, this seems to be settled then," Wade stated, "So, let's head back to the ship, call your friend Danvers, and get me some food to eat. Because I'm starving," he finished starting to make his way towards the many, many stairs. To where the ship was waiting for you down below.

"What about the creepy weirdo over here?" Rocket asked, moving his thumb towards Red-Skull.

"I heard my own stories about him... leave him. Nazi fucks like him deserve to rot in hell."

"Here, here!" Wade called, "Now, can we go?"

"But what if we accidentally blow up the planet?" Tony. Asking the sensible questions. And making, one of, your best friends groan at being made to stop his trek for food. "I mean. We don't know how resilient this place is."

"Who the fuck cares." Rocket said. His words meant to be a question. But he just didn't care for an answer.

"Well, I think the planets around would have something to say about that," Fury said.

You looked over your shoulder, as they continued to bicker, and right at Strange. Who stood silently between the two giant pillars. The look in his eye, telling you everything that you needed to know.

This was always what was meant to happen.

No more sacrifices.

Natasha would be the very last one to ever feel what that would be like.

No more would this place be one of death for the greed of power.

No more.

"It won't."

"And how can you be so sure of that?" Fury asked you.

With the hard look in your eyes when you meet his, he knew what you said to be right.

"It won't."

***

The ship was in the air. Facing the planet, you had grown to despise.

Every one of you looking out of the large window, that sat above the controls. Wade, finally munching on his much-needed food.

Well, with all the whining he made on your long way back to the ship, you sure fucking hoped he needed it, with the about of brain cells he killed.

Silently, Rocket moved to hand the detonator up to you. Ready to shoot the planet with all you had, missiles, C-4, and many other explosives with names that were unknown to you, that Rocket had stored away. Even Tony had hooked FRIDAY up to the detonator, his suit waiting outside the ship, and ready to fire.

Form what you knew of Rocket, you could tell he wasn't the type to just give away something destructive like this. So, you understood that what he was doing, showed that he cared.

With a nod to the raccoon in thanks, you moved to give the remote to Natasha.

"Ya like to do the honours?"

"I'd love too." Her smile saying "thank you" for her, as she took it from your grasp.

She never took her eyes off of you as she pressed the button, the small smile still on her face the whole time. That was until the explosions started. Drawing both of you attentions back to the planet.

The shrine lit up like a Christmas tree, it getting bombarded with blast upon blast.

The storm-looking, gas-clouds, that were once above you, that was seemingly attached to the planet, slowly started to morph into what looked to be a tornado of sorts. It only clearing when the bright orange gem, floated up. Being held only by the swaying ribbons of the cloud. Just ready for the taking.

Then at the speed of light, leaving a white trail behind her, as a shooting star would.

Carol Danvers flew in.

And blasted the fuck out of the fucking stone.

As quick as she came. She was off again. Intending to meet you back home.

Finally.

All the destruction just stopped.

The cliff. The shrine. And everything about it. Was destroyed.

But, within a blink of an eye, the portal you once thought was a permanently eclipsed sun, sunk in on its self. And it didn't take a genius to know that that wasn't the best thing to be around.

Not even a second later. A bright light shone around the dark centre, it taking on a light blue hue with how light it was. Before it began spreading throughout the shrinking dark core, bursting suddenly. Rays of light firing off all around.

Your eyes widened when they saw this, your instant reaction to when you saw the bright rays speeding towards the ship, was to pull Natasha into your chest. Raising your arm to block the side of her face from the explosion. Her doing the same by bringing your head closer to hers, covering it with her own arm.

If this was your end.

Then you would go together.

The ship shook vigorously. But, luckily, not enough to make you fall onto the hard floor.

People swore at the collision.

Wade crying, "Ah! My taco!" When the shaking had caused him to drop it.

"Fuck your taco. Luckily I reinforced the ship, that blast could have easily killed us if not," Rocket said, offhandedly.

But that was all background noise to you, and everyone else on the spaceship.

Too busy looking out the window.

"Oh my, God," Natasha breathed, at the sight before her.

"It's beautiful." You finished in the same voice. Unable to tear your eyes away from the sky before you. Along with coloured, smokey, gas-clouds, swimming in the open space.

The "sun" was no longer there. And in its wake. Millions upon millions of stars lit up the sky, dancing to a tune you could not hear, but you felt almost as if they were thanking you.

Looking over at Natasha, you saw the many emotions shining in her eyes. Relief, gratitude, freedom, peace. But most of all, you saw pure love.

Unable to hold yourself back, it's not like you would even try to anyway, you pressed your lips against hers, in a celebratory kiss.

Yeah.

You would never get enough of this.

"There must be so many new galaxies out there," Tony said.

"Well, they were always there," Rocket said in his gruff voice, "We can just see them from here now."

"Not just that," Strange spoke.

"What?" The raccoon asked.

"The soul stone has caused so much destruction and death since it was first created," he began, "Now, with its own destruction. It has given life from what it has taken."

"English, Strange."

The wizard sighed at you. "There are more stars in the sky. Ones unknown and unnamed. New planets. Maybe even galaxies. It's safe to assume there's life to go along with them."

"You mean..."

"Yes." He nodded at the raccoon. "You have many more planets to visit."

"Maybe try not to steal from them," you said, "They were only born two minutes ago."

Everyone laughed as your furry little friend flipped you off.

"For all we know," Strange said.

"You couldn't let me just have one joke, could you?"

"Not at all."

***

"So, Strangey-Boy," you gained the man's attention once you were back on solid ground, stopping him from walking too far away. As Natasha ran over to envelop Carol, Maria, and Pepper in a bone-crushing hug, "Is this the end of the journey?"

He took a deep breath, looking around at the green scenery all around. Looking like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. But then again. So did everyone. You sure felt like the weight of the world was finally off of yours.

Nodding, he said, "This one. Yes."

Strange held out a hand for you to shake, his cape flowing behind him.

"It was nice working with you, Y/L/N."

"You too," you said with sincerity, as you shook his offered hand. Surprising the greying man by pulling him in for a hug, only for you to whisper in his ear, "Thank you, you cryptic bastard."

You pulled away from the embrace, his laughs causing a chuckle to be brought out of you.

"Y/N?!"

Looking over, you spotted Natasha there, waiting for you. A bright smile on her face. And Tony not too far behind her, arms wrapped around his wife. The slight twitch of her head, indicating her silent ask, for you to follow her.

"Seriously. Thank you. And thank your mysterious friend, too."

With a nod and a smile from Strange. You were off.

Following Natasha wherever she so wished to go.

Walking towards the start of your new life.

***

(Two years later)

The soft thumping of your heartbeat calmed Natasha into a relaxed state. Head on your chest, hand over your heart, and curled into your side. She couldn't think of a better way to spend a day, than with you.

You had been relaxing in bed for most of the day. Only leaving it when one of you needed the bathroom, or to get food and drinks.

"What are you thinking?" you asked, with your eye's blinking heavily as you watched some TV show play.

Natasha hummed, the hand that was laying on your chest, previously stroking her fingertips on your chest, splayed and rubbed the body under it. She blinked open her eyes, spotting the perfect ring upon her finger. The one you had given her over half a year ago. A smile tugging on her lips at the sight.

"I'm thinking about how lucky I am."

"What?" You smiled, looking down at your beautiful fiance. "For this day off?"

"No. For you, you idiot."

"Oh, wow. Is that any way to speak to your fiance? To the love of your life? Your soulmate?"

"Shut up!" Natasha giggled, slapping at your chest. Which only made you grab her hand, running your thumb over the top of her palm, " I love you so much," she continued. Voice warm and full of adoration, "I can't believe I actually get the chance to spend my life with you. It's all I've ever dreamed of, ever since the day I met you."

The smile on your face turned soft as she spoke, delivering a gentle, loving kiss to her lips, you said, "Gross."

"You're a dick."

"I love you, too."

"As you should, I'm pretty fucking great."

A laugh burst from your chest, thankful for the woman in your arms. Excitement resting in your chest. At the thought of getting to spend the rest of your lives together. Even with everything that happened for you to get to this point, you were thankful. And if it meant it. You would do it over and over again, in a heartbeat. Just to get to this point.

The journey hadn't ended, the day you got back from Vormir. It was only the beginning.

You finally had your soulmate back.

And you were never gonna let her go, again.

***

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