#how to get there... well... board the cruise ship

[sinful-karateka]

finished Chapter 12 of Flight and i'm Plagued with what i know and have written so far. i'm off to write Chapter 13, and then after that, 14. and then 15-16-17, and for serious, i want to SCREAM.

anyway—leaving you all with this i guess:

[millersfinest]

pluto and charon | e.w

astrophysicist!ellie & aerospace engineer!reader

wc: 4k

blurb: there’s a new planet that formed in the milky way galaxy—and it’s dr. ellie williams’ (and a few research assistant’s) job to prove that life can exist on it. oh, and you’re the second opinion there to back her up and steer the ship (whether she likes you or not). but, when a sector of the shuttle malfunctions, locking the two of you inside… what will two analytical scientist do to fix it? was it a dignified sign from the cosmos?

warnings: nothing much, vulgar language, enemies to lovers (?)

note: ellie loves space, so i wanted to write her as an astronaut—please, enjoy! i haven’t written anything in awhile so…. had to get this off my mind.

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The thick sound of silence and machinery crowded the ears of everyone on board. It had been approximately one hundred and twenty-five earth hours since you have taken off from the ground—to and through the stratosphere. The ship was in autopilot, cruising through the nothingness of the milky way; passing whirling planets and asteroids that shied away from prying eyes.

This wasn’t your first time estranged from earth. It was your second. But there was no feeling like floating in metal that you concocted—stitched together with wires, buttons, and joysticks. You marveled at the large windows that displayed your universe just as enthusiastically as the research assistants on board.

Jackson’s planet was where you were headed. Previously named, J-74.

Through many study sessions and research assignments, it has been theorized that it could withstand human life. Earth’s depletion of resources has been making it difficult to live—for average people. With the atmosphere rapidly thinning, livestock, farming, and health sustainability has been dramatically decreasing.

There needed to be an intervention—and Dr. Williams was the one to jump start it.

You have been working off and on with her since your early years at NASA. Initially, the two of you came in as forthright interns who were too smart for their own good—arguing every chance you got because you both wanted the same thing; to see what space looked like from space. Not from a camera or laptop or extreme telescope.

Eventually, you split into separate fields and concentrations. It was engineering that began to pique your interest. You worked hard to curate materials that could withstand dramatic changes in temperatures and weather. Still studying planets and galaxies, but with a distinct perspective.

The space shuttle was made for damage—only certifying the safety of the mission. There was very little risk traveling to Jackson’s planet.

You couldn’t decipher if it was morning, noon, or night, but you just couldn’t stay asleep. Checking the watch on your wrist you have only been asleep for three hours. How puzzling. Typically, you sleep well in silence and whirring, but it was different this time. The sounds prickled under your skin, pulling you from the absorbing mattress in your sleeping quarters.

Finding your way toward the center of the shuttle, you used a key card to enter each sector. A ziplock of dried fruit was pinched between your fingers—reaching inside every few minutes for a bite. Wanting to estimate time of arrival, you navigated toward the flight deck. A pair of dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose to dim the fluorescent lights.

Shuffling your feet against the floor, you slipped into chair of the pilot seat. There were many screens and buttons before you. All bright in different colors and hues—blinking. However, you focused on the screen that determined the path of the shuttle. It showed the ship following a dotted green line, with the time in the far-right corner. Six hours.

Time of arrival was only a few hours out. You were almost at the very planet you’ve been studying for the past two years. A tired smile stretched onto your lips, leaning back in the cushioned chair.

In the comfort of silence, you watch the celestial bodies minding their own through the three panel windows. Legs folded up, comfortably. You were currently passing Pluto and Charon. There were four other moons of Pluto, but Charon was the largest. And even bigger up close.

The coolest thing about the pair was that they always shared a face. There wasn’t a time where they weren’t looking at each other—scientifically, it was called mutual tidal locking.

“I didn’t think you’d be up…” A raspy voice muttered from behind your chair. She must’ve heard you crunching on your dried raspberries.

Turning around, you noticed her walking toward the co-pilot chair with a yellow notepad in her hands. Her gray NASA jumpsuit was tied around her waist, exposing the white, ribbed tank top she had on. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d kill some time up here.” You responded, watching as she sat down.

“What’s our ETA?” Her green eyes focus on the destination screen.

“Oh-eight hundred— we have six hours left of travel.” You pushed the glasses above your head, eyes glancing at the screen. “Raspberries?” Holding the ziplock toward her, you offered.

Ellie shook her head, clicking the pen in her hands. Pressing your lips together, you shrugged, zipping it tight before placing in the crevice of the chair. She quietly scribbled on the yellow pages—her thick eyebrows knitted together in concentration.

The other moons of Pluto came into your line of sight. They weren’t all close on your path, but Hydra and Nix made a clear appearance. Their shapes were not as circular as Charon; they were like any other moon on any other planet.

She hummed to herself, clicking her pen in thought. “Can you check this equation for me? I’ve been thinking about this since we boarded The Firefly…” Ellie hands the notepad to you. “It’s an estimation of sustainable oxygen and energy— if Jackson’s planet doesn’t provide us with enough… How much can we manually create for it to be habitable?”

It was your turn to hum in thought. Dragging your finger along the inked lines of her equation, you sucked your teeth. The numbers appeared to be correct—Ellie was always good at the math part of theory. “This seems about right, but we can only theorize so much.” You begin. “The only way we can thoroughly verify this equation is by settling on Jackson—running physical tests.” You hand the notepad back to her. “We need specificity, not estimation.”

“I’m just making sure that we’re prepared.” She grumbled.

“We are prepared, Ellie. If we have too many hypotheses, it may confuse our students… Overwhelm them.”

She pressed her lips into a line, averting her eyes toward the three panel windows. You could feel her level of irritation rise, as she adjusted in her seat. The ship was slipping past Pluto and Charon, leaving the bodies in your wake. “Do you have to challenge everything that I say?” Ellie muttered, leaning her chin on her fist with a pinched expression.

You deepened your eyebrows. “I don’t challenge everything you say… You asked for my opinion.”

“On the equation!” She whisper-yelled, pinching the bridge of her nose to calm herself. “Not your opinion on how to teach my students.”

“Our students—“ You corrected, but she abruptly cut you off by standing to her feet.

Scoffing, she ran her fingers through her choppy auburn strands. Rolling your eyes, you watched as she threw an adult tantrum. Ellie’s capacity for managing her emotions has never changed; she’s always been angsty and easily frustrated. “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to him— I should have chosen someone else for this mission.” She tossed her notepad onto a table, shaking her head.

With that, you stand up. Leaning your arm against the back of the pilot seat. “Oh, yeah? Who?” You squinted your eyes, condescendingly. “Jerry the fucking receptionist? So, you can feel intellectually superior enough to feel good about yourself?” Raising an eyebrow, you chortle. “Wow, Dr. Williams… Didn’t know you could stoop so low.”

“Fuck off…” She sucked her teeth, shaking her head, dismissively.

“Gladly!” You snatched the bag of dried fruit from your chair, before stomping toward the sliding mechanical door. Before raising your key card to the receiver, turned toward her one last time. “This isn’t just about your findings. It takes a team's effort for a mission like this to succeed. Challenges foster discovery— even if I’m the one doing it.” You wave your card over the receiver, the door releasing air as it slid open. “See you in few hours…” And back to your sleeping quarters you went.

It was difficult, but you managed to get four extra hours of sleep after that little argument. Typically, bickering with Ellie lasted more than just a few minutes, but you’ve matured—you’d like to think. Times have changed, and you were in space; you were working. There was no time for petty, egotistical arguments. Even so, you couldn’t help but wonder why you ground her gears so bad. Yet, somehow, she was always around you—orbiting you like the beautiful celestial bodies you know and love. Was she stuck in a gravitational pull—unable to flee? Or was she fully conscious?

Two hours until Jackson’s planet arrival!

The automated voice announced over the intercom. Which pulled everyone on board from their own devices—whether that was sleeping or exercising. The classes you and Ellie taught were basically conjoined; two in one. So, each of you had your own research assistant that tagged along on this mission. But they both worked for the both of you— you were their supervisors.

However, for some reason, Ellie’s assistant appeared to be distant from yours. Allan was his name. When everyone met at the breakfast table, there was a quietness in the room that felt unfamiliar. Usually, Allan and Sophia, your assistant, would be filling the room with casual chatter. About their personal lives. This morning was drastically different. Scraping your plastic fork against the plate, playing with your powdered eggs, you glared at Ellie. “Dr. Williams, how old are you again?”

“Dr. Jones, isn’t it disrespectful to ask a woman her age—?”

“Thirty-one, right?” The legs of your chair screeched against floor as you stood up. Taking your plate, you toss the food into the trash bin. Scoffing, you use your key card to leave the eating area. You navigated toward the flight deck to guide the ship the rest of the way. Flicking off the autopilot switch and taking ahold of the joystick. For as long as you’ve known her, you never thought she’d stoop as low as admitting to choosing another for the job.

You’ve never done anything to Ellie for her to be so adamant about being a pain in the ass. Academically, you rivaled each other, but that was it. At least, that’s what you thought.

In the distance you could see the blue-green planet ahead. Looking like the long-lost sister of Earth. You mused at the sight, grinning to yourself. That was what you were here for.

The sound of air puffing from the sliding door leading to the flight deck, caught your attention. For a moment, you thought it was Ellie, but a much softer voice called your name. “Dr. J,”

It was Sophia wandering into the room. “Tense morning, huh?” She raised her slender eyebrows, taking a seat in the copilot chair. You jutted your eyebrows in response. “I thought it’d be more enthusiastic considering we’re almost there…” Her light eyes glanced toward the three-panel window, glimmering with excitement.

“You and me both.” You responded, dryly.

A beat passed between the two of you. Sophia awkwardly rocking in the chair. “I can’t help but ask— what’s going on between you and Dr. Williams?” She questioned, softly. “I’ve seen you guys' bicker before but…” She dragged on, hoping you’d respond before she rambled.

You sigh, glancing at her. “We’re just having a disagreement. That’s all.” You swallowed, clenching your jaw. Keeping the relationship between you and your student professional, you change the subject. “We’re nearing Jackson. I suggest you suit up and start taking notes on what you see as we approach. Meaning asteroids, moons— anything.”

“Copy that.” Sophia quickly got up, to leave the flight deck.

Focusing, within the next hour you enter the atmosphere of the planet. The ship shuttering through turbulent clouds and temperatures. The ground resembled the dirt of Mars, just darker and muddier. The ship released stilts to prop itself on the ground of Jackson. With a hopeful sigh, she jumped from her seat. Going to slip into her protective suit and helmet. The whistling of heavy winds sounded against the ship, rocking it slightly.

You met the rest of the group in the airlock. Allan was about to press the button to shut the door into the hall—locking them out with an airtight seal. But Ellie stopped him with a wave of her gloved hand. “Your suits not zipped up all the way. Turn around.” She told you, gesturing with her hand for you to turn. Her voice echoing in your helmet, you do as she says; as it’s a safety concern. But you were still annoyed with her—and you were sure that she was still annoyed with you.

She zipped up the back, latching it with a metal button. Ellie even made sure that your helmet was sealed and secure. You grabbed your pack, swinging it onto your back. Then began locking everything into place with buckles and latches. “Thanks…” You muttered, barely sparing her a glance. “Allan, the door.”

He glanced at Sophia with eyes you couldn’t read, before pressing the button. The airlock sealed, puffs of air releasing from the hinges.

The hatch creaked as it fell open, hitting the ground with a thud. The assistants marveled, stepping toward the threshold. You and Ellie mirroring them, approaching where they stood. The morning sky’s were clear and blue. With the reflection of two, perfectly circular moons in view. Allan turned around, looking at his main supervisor.

“It’s your mission— you should be the first to step foot on it.”

Ellie smiled through her helmet, glancing at you, briefly. You didn’t spare her much of a glance, you just rocked on your feet. She should be lucky she has such supportive students.

“I think its just as much as Dr. Jones’ mission as it is Dr. Williams’.” Sophie spoke up, lifted her eyebrows. “If it weren’t for Dr. J… We wouldn’t have The Firefly; I think they both should go. Together.”

“Holding hands…”

You put your hand up, scrunching your eyebrows. “All right, that’s enough.” Rolling your eyes, you chuckled, dryly. “We can go together… If you don’t mind.”

Ellie shrugged. “It takes a team’s effort to succeed…” She held out her gloved hand.

Sighing, you took her hand. She held onto your gloved hand, gently, pulling you toward the hatch. The wind whistled, nearly blowing the two of you over, but when your feet jumped into the mud—the assistants cheered. “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind!” Ellie exclaimed, swinging your arm, unintentionally.

You meet her eyes, laughing at the reference. “Be original.” You playfully, jested. Turning back to the team. “Let’s begin our testing— shall we?”

The team was out there for hours with test tubes collecting matter of different forms. You grabbed bites of temperature and took notes of the environment. The assistants diligently worked—doing exactly what they were told. Ellie kept her distance from you, but never forgot to spare you a glance every now and then. Pretending not to notice, you kept to your work. Walking in and out of the shuttle, collecting data. Trying not to mind it one bit.

Fatigue began to rain over everyone—including yourself. Despite your incessant need to prove otherwise. It was reaching twenty-one hundred; it was past their bedtime. Allan and Sophia had grabbed the supplies propped outside, bringing them back into the shuttle. They were the last touch the ground for the evening. But, you and Ellie had been hibernating inside the shuttle running chemical tests on the matter collected.

A makeshift dinner was prepared by the leading astrophysicist as a prized delight. She was proud with how hard everyone worked—giving the pep talk of a lifetime. Her influential words were really meant for your students. You even added a few supportive statements to hers. Applauding their work. Then, eating ensued; chowing down on the blandest food known to mankind.

It was not long before half the crew went to bed. You disappeared into the comms room to film the first scientific update of Jackson’s planet. The sliding door shutting with a smooth sss sound. In your hand, you held a personal vial of the dirt you found. With pieces of rocks and, what you could only assume to be, grass stuffed into the top. White scotch tape labeled the small glass: J-74.

There was a small television screen built into the wall. Touch screen. With a little camera at the top center of the shape. You pressed the screen until the recording option came up. Clearing your throat, you started by saying the date and time, then your name. “We just finished day one on Jackson’s planet— it was a busy day.” You held up the vial of dirt, shaking it around. “But it was well worth it.” A grin stretched across your face.

“The team has loads of research ahead— thank God for Allan and Soph; they’ve already made this trip easier— but the odds are looking up.” You nod, continuing. “Jackson just might be everything that we need for our survival. Just like Dr. Williams anticipated.”

Sss!

The door opened, revealing the auburn-haired academic. “Shit-talking me in the comms room?” Ellie raised an eyebrow as she entered. But, upon noticing your filming, she paused in her steps. Cursing to herself. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” She cursed herself, again, for swearing on company file. Her notepad was glued to her hand—as per usual.

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear.” You chortle after glancing over your shoulder at the woman. “Dr. J, signing off.” Ceasing the recording, you swiveled around in your rolling stool. Ellie wandered around the room with a nervous aura. Bending the notepad back and forth. “I hope you’re not wanting my opinion on another equation… I’m on too much of a high to bicker tonight.”

Ellie chuckled, dryly. “Not this time. I actually wanted to apologize for this morning.” She inhaled, stiffly. “I was unprofessional— you’re the best this team has; I could never replace you—“

“Okay, I get it. Apology accep—“

“Let me finish!” She held up a hand. You blinked with a slightly surprised expression, pursing your lips. “I could never replace you nor would I want to” Ellie paced the floor before you. “And, yes, it was very childish for me to ask Allan to take a vow of silence when communicating with Sophia and you. That was wrong. But, in his defense, he argued me down about it…” She rambled, messing with her hair, notebook, fingers—everything to busy herself.

This may have been the first time that she has ever thoroughly apologized. Usually, the two of you let the frustration from arguments simmer; then, eventually talk to each other. “Where’s Ellie Williams and what have you done with her?” You joked, standing to your feet. She was a nervous person, but never this nervous. “Seriously, it’s fine. No hard feelings— we do this all the time.”

You move to leave the room, pressing your key card against the receiver. That familiar puffing of air doesn’t sound—the door doesn’t open. The light flashes red. Deepening your eyebrows, you try again. Ellie watches you, intently. Her lips parted, wanting to speak. The focus on you breaks when she realizes she can’t leave either. “Let me try.”

She waves her card, and it flashes red. You swear, stepping backwards, in thought. Was it the high winds? When you built The Firefly, you made sure to consider every possibility externally. Did you really forget about the smaller details—like doors? You weren’t the only one working on this contraption, so this issue couldn’t have been on you. “Have there been any complications in any of the other sectors of the shuttle?” You asked.

“Uhm, not that I know of— I haven’t had any problems.”

“So, it’s just this one… Hm.” You hum, feeling the gears of the door. Bracing your hand on the part of the door that opens, you attempt to pry it open with your hands. Grunting, using most of your strength. Sighing, you look at the woman next to you—gawking. “Are gonna stand there or are you gonna help me?” You exhaled. “You must want to be locked in here with me.”

She jumped to action, tossing her notebook aside to try to pry open the door. “To be honest, I’m not complaining…” Ellie muttered to herself. But she was close enough for you to hear.

Abruptly, you stopped pulling. “What?” Your eyebrows deepened, placing your hands on your hips. “What did you just say?” You questioned, gently. Confusion written along the faint fine lines across your face. Ellie pressed her lips into a line, stepping back from the door as well.

“I have a confession.”

“A confession? Am I being punked?”

She crossed her arms. “Do you seriously think I’m incapable of being nice to you?”

You shrugged, pursing your lips. “For longer than ten minutes… Yeah, I find it a little hard to believe.” Ellie scoffed, dropping her hands at her side. She began to pace, again, but in a different way. Leaving a trail of frustration and irritation in her path. “Ellie, we’ve been butting heads since we met. Excuse me for being a little surprised at the word confession.”

The scientist looked over her shoulder, partially glaring. “Did you ever consider why we bump heads so much?”

You cleared your throat, awkwardly. “Uhm, you hate that I’m smarter than you.” You chortle, but she doesn’t laugh. “Kidding.”

Swiveling around, her freckled cheeks were as red as a tomato. “Ellie, I’m kidding.” You tried, approaching her slowly, remorsefully. You’ve never seen her this way before. Her foresty eyes were glistening and wide like she wanted to cry. Placing a hand on her bare arm, you felt her muscles flinch. “You’re probably the only person at work that actually meets my intellect— maybe even exceeds it at times.”

“Pluto and Charon.” Ellie mumbles, examining your features. Overthinking the feeling of your hand on her bicep.

“What about them?”

“Do you think Pluto always noticed Charon?”

You thoughtfully averted your eyes, but your fingers remained against her warm skin. “She’s so large, I doubt Pluto didn’t always notice Charon. How could she miss her? I mean, they share a face.”

A beat passed between the two of you, leaving room for you to finally understand. Were you that stupid? The most remarkable thing about you was your intellect. So, you wondered, how this could slip by so easily? Ellie had to frame her words in a way that you’d understand. Astronomy.

“Oh.” Your hand drifted up her arm, over her bones shoulder, resting lightly over her trapezius. “Ellie… You have a thing for me?”

She tries to brush your hand off her skin because she was beginning to feel claustrophobic. But, you resist, taking her other hand in yours. Perhaps, you never fully thought about it—drowning yourself in your work. However, when you do think about it, you loved working with her. Even if that meant arguing and bickering every few minutes. At least you got to be around her; seeing her pretty freckled face for hours at a time. Watching her eyebrows twitch in thought as she solved equations.

“Don’t shy away from me now.” Your hand reached to cup her cheek; drawing comforting lines across her skin. Pluto always noticed Charon. It was natural for them to be in each others orbit—stuck like glue.

Despite her nerves, Ellie’s hands found solace at your hips before she leaned in for your lips. You pushed your body against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck; somehow wanting her closer. Her lips were soft and slow moving against yours—melting with passion and warmth. You could tell that she yearned for you, unlocking a part of you that yearned for her. Slowly, the kiss intensified. Ellie’s hands clenched at your tank top, slipping her fingers under the hem.

While your skin was being set aflame by her touch, you pulled away. Eyeing her with glimmers of lust in your irises. “This is great, uhm, but we’re still stuck in the comms room…” Your brushed hair from her face. “I don’t want the entirety of Houston to see or hear what we’re doing.”

“We’re not doing anything…” She smirked, keeping your hips flush to hers.

“Right.” You grin. “Let’s wake the assistants.”

The two of you separated, hesitantly. Ellie reached for the intercom button, but when you both heard giggling from the other side of the door—all movements ceased.

“Those little assholes.”

The cosmos.

[mullermilkshake]

The man behind the camera.

Cruises are full of people you don't notice.

Photographer!Satoru Gojo x Fem! reader Stalking,Masturbation,Betting,Fleshlight

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Taking pictures of faces. Poses. In front of stupid movie characters and signs, smiles and memories. Photographs tell stories and make statements, though they never show anything about the person who took it. 

Satoru was currently in his fifth season on this large and rather boring cruise ship. It was the start of the season and pretty desolate, more so than usual for the month of June.

More often than not, Satoru would take pictures of the guests during peak times and then shuffle back to his cabin or try his luck with one of his colleagues after a few drinks for a grope or a quickie before doing the same bullshit the next day. 

Mind numbing was what he referred to it as. Mind numbing enough to lower his IQ because he knew he was more qualified than this. He was better than this. He was better than everyone on this damn ship.

 He should have been taking photos of models and living the high life enough to never want to stop working. Fucking someone high-class, new and sparkly every night, tall with big tits and legs up to her chin, yet here he was, taking pictures of sun burnt tourists and shirtless men with too much alcohol in their systems to know Satoru was even there. 

It was a shitty existence.

Until he took your picture.

You came on board with a group of friends Satoru didn’t care to recognise and he didn’t bother to get the names of. He remembered your name when you introduced yourself and even shook his hand with a smile. Hands soft enough like silk, small enough to fit swamped in his own hand and dainty like fine china. Yet your hand shake was so firm, strong enough to get his existence fired up. 

He hadn’t been deprived of sex, or had no luck with the ladies. In fact he was constantly inundated with numbers and subtle gazes from guests and colleagues on the ship that he could get his leg over most nights, and he did. But your touch sent his mind flying up into a rut and down right low in the dirt before you even had a chance to speak of your interests when Satoru enquired what activities you’d booked so he could take pictures for the group. 

Most of it was the spa which by anyone’s standards was a complete no go inside with his camera. Though he wished he could and kicked himself that you chose to go into the forbidden space. 

There was something different about you to which he was inclined to investigate. Maybe the glint in your eyes upon seeing the vast size of the ship when you climbed aboard, or it could have been that gorgeous smile that plastered grins on your friends faces whenever they saw it. 

It could also have been the fact that there seemed to be no interest in Satoru your end. It drove him crazy when your other friends clearly had an interest. A small obvious flirtatious gaze, lingering touch that went on for far longer than socially acceptable and kind words about his hair or eyes and even his cotton shirt that were clearly just to falter him didn’t work.

He could have had any of them in bed without much hassle and that was what bugged him. It would have taken so much more trouble had you even agreed to go out. Satoru saw how many guys asked you out or offered a drink to impress you and you turned them down every time he saw. 

It became a game, a test to see if he could get you himself. 

“She’s cute, who is she?” Suguru, Satoru’s friend and colleague sat down at his desk by the computer. 

Satoru was busy editing pictures, well most of them were of you in some shape or form. “Some girl, with her friends. The girls are hot but the guys they came with are a little up their own asses.” 

He played it off in a way Suguru wouldn’t ask questions. Of course your friends were hot, but you were hotter, but he didn’t want to put you in Suguru’s sights. Usually friendly competition never hurt anybody. But not this time. 

“I like that one.” He pointed to a friend of yours that appeared the closest with you. 

“Oh yeah?” Suguru almost took the bait to leave you alone, he fiddled with his pen and rolled it along the desk to either hand in thought. “She is cute, isn’t she?” 

“Yeah she seemed into me but it’s too early to tell.” 

“Well you know what we’re like Satoru… best man?” 

Best man wins. He took the bait like a dog to a bone the idiot. Sometimes Suguru Geto wasn’t anything like a friend, but rather just an asshole. 

“Pfft!” Satoru sat up in his chair that he’d slumped down and clicked the edited image away in a folder. “You wish man, I bet she’d be all over me in an instant if I took her out.” 

“Of course she would, because every girl is in love with the great and irresistible Satoru Gojo huh?” 

“I bet you fifty I can get a kiss real quick.” He said, grinning at his friend like it was real. 

He didn’t want to kiss her, he wanted to kiss you, right on the lips infront of those asshole guys who clearly wanted to fuck you themselves. 

Suguru chuckled and hit Satoru on the back. “I bet you fifty I can get a fuck in no time.” 

“You got it, best man wins.” Satoru couldn’t care less who Suguru fucked and he cared even less to hear him brag about his inevitable win after taking Satoru’s sloppy seconds. 

After that, Satoru tried his best to save face and tried his best to swoon you, a complimentary word and a drink, but you wouldn’t even take a sip of anything he or anyone else would buy you.  

A tough but to crack and that pissed him off. You were so kind about it too. 

“Honestly.” Satoru stomped through to his cabin in the depths of the ship. 

You had turned him down point blank after he finally got serious and asked you to dinner. Suguru was hot on your friends tail and too busy to notice but so blatantly obvious and you saw through everything so clearly, so transparent and it ruined everything. 

What a fucking fail. 

The door slammed shut and the darkness mocked him. “Fuck!” He kicked the chair innocently sitting there at the pathetic desk and didn't bother to flip the lights on.

“Suguru you fucked it up. You fucker.” Gritted teeth. A scowl. Suguru noticed his frown even behind his sunglasses at the bar. “Can’t take a hint to fuck off.”

The more time Satoru spent with you, the more he wanted to fuck you. God you were photogenic, the sun agreed with your eye colour, the tone of your hair and a sparkle he never needed to edit out. And you fucking said no.

“Doesn’t matter.” Satoru knelt down and felt around under his cot bed in the minuscule cabin. A laptop. “Got everything I need right here.”

With Satoru’s job, came great trust and everybody trusted the unknown yet dashing half obscured face behind a camera. Always watching, collecting and storing images in a secure place to give back to the guest’s at a price. 

Well… mostly secure. Every now and then some images may not even get uploaded or edited to make the final cut and inevitably get erased. 

Opening the computer, the screen livened up and lit up the darkened room and Satoru’s face, stinging his eyes wider in search for the folder. 

One folder named ‘PRIVATE’

He double clicked and scoured through the individual file names, a total of over one thousand photographs. 

001 (Gate)

002 (Cocktail)

003 (Bikini)

The photos on Satoru’s laptop computer were those said photographs that should have been disposed of and discarded to never have permission to see the light of day respectfully due to lack of focus, screen glare and an array of other professional reasons. Many photographs that just should have never existed. Ever.

And all of the photos in this folder were of you. 

“That’s more like it.” One photograph in particular was Satoru’s favourite and he scrolled and scrolled until the number appeared on the bottom of the screen. 

0967 (Pool table)

A candid picture of you, leant over the pool table in a bikini, smile on your face surrounded by your friends who watched in as you hit a pool ball in hopes to pocket it. 

It was seductive, like you knew Satoru was there snapping that moment in time, bent over the table with your tits pressed against the felt surface, threatening to slip out of your bikini top. 

You even bit your lip for him. 

“So hot.” He imagined what your skin would feel like, softer than your hand when you placed it in his to shake?

Skin supple enough to hold but pliable to shake and jiggle in a way he fucking adored to see. Dips from his finger tips and maybe even bruises when he grabbed you from behind and watched your tits bounce around as gravity worked its magic. 

Bent over, yeah he’d enjoy taking you from behind, bent over that lucky pool table, perhaps even in front of everybody, your friends and those guys you hand out with. That would have been extremely hot and just the shallow thought got Satoru worked up enough that he could already see his cock twitching away in his pants under the eye squinting brightness of the computer screen. 

“Christ… What the hell am I doing?”

The retreat from his pants and guilt only lasted for a second and his hand was inside his pants with a firm grip around his length, but resisted the urge to stroke himself. Guilt would set in after he blew his load, but you looked way too delicious to ignore. He only wished your nipple slipped out of your bikini top as you bent over. 

Shit, what would that taste like? 

His hand squeezed and moved a little inside the material, restricting but also stop him from tugging and pulling eagerly and coming all over the laptop keys. No fucking control when it came to you. Only you. 

Your other friends would throw themselves at him; Satoru loved a blonde every now and then, blonde and tall with legs up to the boobs. Boobs. Satoru loved tits; any tits all tits no matter the shape and size shoved in his face. Beautiful and supple in his mouth anytime. He loved them, his favourite part. 

Now Satoru was beautiful, perfect even and he could get said boobs whenever he felt like it. So why the fuck did you tell him no? No one else ever did in his life and it threw him through a deranged loop.

He moved his hand rhythmically, up and down, up and down and the forbidden movements were stronger than usual, firmer and drawn out wishing it never ended. This sensation, imagining your mouth wrapped around his cock and pulling to get that pop sound after it left your lips. 

The slurping sounds from it were unique in the fact it could never be replicated and be as good as the real thing. Unfortunately tonight, for some reason, Satoru’s hand wasn’t living up to expectations either, a cruel ‘fuck you’ in the night of silence.

“C’mon…” He pumped his hand, lifted his shirt and concentrated enough to burst a blood vessel but there was not even a subtle hint of a tingle in his balls yet. 

He thought of you, fucking you anywhere. Over the pool table, on the floor while after you had climbed out of the pool so you were dripping, your sweet moans cooing in his ear while you clenched around him. 

Still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck this.” Letting go of his cock, Satoru put the laptop down on the bed and leant over the bed to reach for a box underneath. 

His special box that no one knew about. He’d be an utter laughing stock to Suguru if he ever found out that Satoru Gojo had a flesh light and lube in his possession.

It was ample in making him come whenever he used it, rubbed adequately to milk him for everything and he used it sparingly. The cool silicone could never replicate the real thing, but it sure did come to use in the early hours of the morning when Satoru’s cock decided it was horny.

He hissed at the icy lubricant from the bottle when it dripped down the tip of his cock, never bothering to take the minute to warm the sticky substance. Lube on, his entire length inside the flesh light that was like for like of a mouth, or as close to it. Fuck it was good, the divots and bumps inside tickling and pleasuring the entire surface area. 

“You like that baby?” He imagined it was your mouth. 

How could he not? Satoru had seen that cherry red lipstick you used enough throughout the week you had been there to know how it would leave lip marks around his cock. Back and forth, twist left to right and there it was, the tingling in his cock to let him know he was getting close to filling the mouth up full. 

Going to be a big one this time too. Right in your mouth. Oh how you’d beg him for it, pray on both knees to be special enough to receieve him all over your face and down your throat. 

“Fuck…” Faster now, the slopping of wet and lube slapping together and met at the base as he bottomed out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

You would take all of him gladly wouldn’t you? Was that why you wore all those skimpy outfits to dinner and the pool? Was it because you knew that teasing and denying him, someone who always got who he wanted was fun to watch? You seemed sweet enough, but he could tell there was a temptress inside of you he wanted to drag out kicking and screaming. 

What Satoru would give to have you knock on his door and have your wicked way with him and he’d make sure Suguru would watch. You bent over and contorted in a way to make you scream in pleasure and rub that in his face to show he lost. 

Well, that was enough to send him over the edge wasn’t it? The thought of his friend losing. 

Satoru came inside that flesh light, cock twitching inside it like it would have done your mouth and let it dribble down those pretty lips and chin. So breathtakingly beautiful.You’d suck cock so well. 

An then the clarity set in and Satoru was just another pervert with a hard on late at night thinking of a person he couldn’t get with. It was still shocking that you had the resolve to turn his charm down. 

Satoru just couldn’t get you. 

He’d continue trying but if all else failed, he still had his job. And that came along with some awesome perks. Satoru had access to cabin numbers for the distribution of the photographs to the cruise lines guests. 

If you resisted his advances again, maybe he could just come to your room and ask in private.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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I just got back from a cruise and have been inspired. So, behold, the seven + Solangelo + Reyna on a cruise! This is mostly based on vibes and headcannons btw.

Percy is living his best life, obviously. He nearly jumped off the deck of the ship when a pod of dolphins swam by (swears he just wanted to chit chat, claims dolphins know all the best gossip) before Annabeth grabbed his arm and reminded him this isn’t the Argo II and they’re surrounded by mortals who would definitely freak out if he jumped overboard. He also really enjoyed the flow rider onboard the ship, going on it almost every day and using his abilities to do a bunch of cool tricks.

Annabeth brought so many books (in Ancient Greek of course) that Percy joked her suitcase could replace the Lost Library of Alexandria. She rolled her eyes, grabbed a book and some sunscreen, and left in search of a chair in a nice, sunny spot by the pool. He followed her and insisted on playing in the pool she was sitting by, nearly splashing her before thinking better of it after the glare she shot at him.

Leo went to as many trivias and games as he could, trying to get all the prizes. Jason did something similar, but he went to all the sport activities. They turned it into a bit of a challenge between themselves to see who could win the most prizes (who do you think won?). Leo also took full advantage of the 24 hour soft serve machines and free buffets on board, dragging Jason with him the whole time, which ends with both of them eating way too much food. Whenever this happens, Jason will usually end up bringing some of the others food as well, especially those he knows will forget to eat if he doesn’t remind them (the girls whenever they get too deep into their books and Nico, though not as much because Will is with him making sure he’s taking care of himself).

Piper is Annabeth’s reading buddy for the most part, sitting by the pool with a good book is something she really enjoys, especially when she gets to do it with one of her best friends, but she ends up getting dragged away a lot by Leo and Jason whenever they need a partner for their various activities.

Hazel is in awe of the ship the whole time. She has no idea how it works, has Annabeth and Leo explain it to her numerous times, and doesn’t understand how they can’t feel the boat moving at all. There are a few times where she forgets they’re even on a boat at all. She was exploring when she spotted a little girl holding a rubber duck and asked what it was for. When the girl’s mom told her about the cruise ducks hidden around the ship, Hazel lit up and preceded to spend the rest of the day dragging Frank around with her looking for ducks, finding quite a few over the course of their vacation.

Frank of course loves that she’s so excited about the ship and ducks and thinks she’s adorable. He helps her look for ducks all day after she found out about them, quickly transforming into small animals when none of the mortals are paying attention to help her find some of the more hidden ones. After he finds the first of the tiny ducks, Hazel’s entire face lights up and she hugs him super tight and he has a massive smile on his face for the rest of the day (inserting picture of the first tiny duck that we found for reference).

Will is also having the time of his life, he’s in the sun all day everyday and gets even more tan than he already was before their vacation. Nico is upset that it’s too hot for him to wear pants and long sleeves comfortably, but getting to see Will shirtless is a nice consolation. Will convinces Nico to go down one of the water slides with him, and Nico ends up having a great time and asks Will to go with him over and over. Will loves to see him so happy and says yes every time. Even though Nico would never say it out loud, it makes him feel like a kid again and he lets himself have fun with the people he loves for the first time in years. Jason comes over every so often with food for them whenever he and Leo raid the buffet or the soft serve machines. He teases Nico a bit for being so jolly, but makes sure he knows that Jason’s glad he’s having fun and letting loose. Nico rolls his eyes but the blush in his cheeks betrays how much that means to him.

Reyna wanders around by herself for a bit before Annabeth and Piper ask if she’d want to come read with them. She timidly says yes and Annabeth lets her borrow a book. The three of them chill and Reyna starts to connect with them more. Annabeth brought an extra copy of a book that both she and Piper brought and they turn it into a competition to see who can finish the book first and then they sit there and talk about it, sharing their opinions and talking about the characters and the plot. It’s a really nice moment between the three of them and shows just how close they all could’ve been if things had turned out differently, and maybe there’s still time? She does spend a good bit of her vacation with them, but she also bounces between some of the other groups. She goes over to talk to Nico and is pleasantly surprised by the massive smile on his face. He asks if she wants to race him down the slide to give Will a break, and she agrees with a small smile on her face. He takes her to the biggest slide on the ship and they both have huge smiles on their faces by the end of it. Leo and Jason come over to where the girls are reading and Leo asks Piper if she wants to go to the family feud and Jason asks Reyna if she wants to go to the soccer game with him (both of which were activities they had on our ship). Both girls say yes and have a blast. Reyna is glad that she can still have fun with Jason after everything that happened and she’s having more fun on this trip than she thought she would.

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 66: Prove To Me

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

“Give our best to your parents,” Anna says and gives me a final hug before I board the train. “Your neefs are going to miss you.”

It’s time to leave. As much as I would love to stay longer there is lots more calling me back west. Thomas and I meet with Uncle Colon in three days. The Müller contracts need to, nay, will be approved by Thomas. I also need to see what he already knows about the Nazi movement. If it’s spreading this fast here then surely it’s going to become more than just a rumor in Britain.  

“Please stay safe,” Franz bids as he hands me my luggage. “Trouble’s brewing everywhere nowadays.”

We all exchange uneasy glances, partially due to the swastika flag hanging overhead, and Abel steps forward for his own hug.

“You’re going to visit Uncle Colon?”

“Yes. I pray that he will have some answers to Mr. Shelby’s problems. As well as my own.”

My soft-eyed broer nods and offers a hopeful smile. “Our prayers are with you. Tot ziens.”

“Tot ziens, Abel. I guess the next time I might see you all is for Christmas.” I give a small tug on the lead and test out my hond’s new name. “Komm, Dílis.”

The German Shepherd climbs the steps onto the train car and we find a cabin. Dílis hops up on the seat next to me and lays his head on my lap. After a few minutes the train rocks forward and begins chugging away. So here I go. Instead of finding a man in my travels I acquire a German Shepherd. How fitting. Out the window I see Abel and the others on the platform waving at me. 

Arf! The canine whines as he looks out at more Jewish immigrants waiting for their trains.

“You said it,” I murmur, my heart clenching at the sight.

Somehow the trip back seems to fly much faster. Before I board the boat in Amsterdam I make a quick call to arrange for a car to get me once I reach England. The secretary is a different one than last time but she too remembers not to mess with me.

I recognize Nathaniel on another ship once my boat docks in Port of Hull. He steps off and joins me once Dílis and I depart our own barge.

“I see you found a friend," he observes with a smile.

“This is Dílis. Gib Pfötchen.”

The dog’s ears perk up. He remembers what I taught him on the way over and proves it by raising a paw for Nathaniel to shake.

“Well, hello!” Nathaniel returns the gesture. “So did you find what you were looking for?” He wonders as we walk towards the dock entrance.

“I got what I came for. My broer and his family are now partners with Mr. Shelby.”

Nathaniel runs a hand through his thin beard. “That’s very kind of you to do that. But it sounds more like a professional goal rather than the personal one I pegged you for.”

Am I really that pathetic? “However my life is to proceed, God will lead me there. Right now I need to work towards earning money for my familie.” I change the tide of the topic. “What about you?”

The sailor tilts his head in thought. “My family’s doing their part. I guess my job is to keep transporting people. Between the depression and the conditions in Germany, more and more people are moving these days.”

“I agree. In fact you might see my broer and his familie pass by too.”

“I’ll keep a weathered eye out,” Nathaniel promises as a black Bentley cruises towards us. “Just remember your family always has a friend at Port of Hull.”

“I am most grateful,” I thank him as I slide in and Dílis jumps up next to me. “Tot ziens, Nathaniel.”

The car drives off and I’m presented with the familiar English countryside. A freezing countryside. It’s no warmer here than Germany. Throughout the whole day I’m driven across the country, watching the many towns and villages blink by. When we drive past places more affected with poverty there’s no denying the strange looks being given to my pristine transport. I’m sure there will come a point when this depression will turn almost any honest man into a desperate one.

“Here we are, Ms. Steenstra,” the driver says as he pulls up to where I assume is the Port of Liverpool. “Mr. Shelby instructed me to bring you here and tell you that he will be waiting for you.”

Of course he will. “Thank you, sir. Komm, Dílis.”

The pup jumps out of the car and we begin to make our way to the docks. After a few minutes of walking I spot the man I’m searching for. Compared to the rest of the sailors and pedestrians here Thomas’ tailored suit sticks out like a sore thumb; though then again my fur coat isn’t too ordinary either. 

He locks eyes with me and stands up from the bench he’s sitting on. I can’t tell- Is he perturbed? Upset? Anxious? The one thing that is clear is his confusion towards the dog perched by my side.

“What is that?” Thomas asks bluntly.

I gesture to the panting canine, who’s already trying to smell him. “This is Dílis, my new companion.”

Thomas raises an eyebrow. “Dílis?”

“It’s Celtic for ‘loyal.’”

This gets a shadow of a smirk on Thomas’ face. “An Irish name for a German dog?”

I shrug. “I’m American. It’s sort of our thing.”

The gangster takes another skeptical look at him. “He’s just a pup.”

“He’ll grow,” I assure sternly. “Dílis, gib pfötchen.”

Dílis stands up and repeats the trick from earlier. What’s different now is that he’s still smelling Thomas, as if trying to uncover what kind of a person he's just met. Meanwhile Thomas is very accepting of this greeting and gives the dog a gloved handshake.

“Hello hello, Dílis.”

I smile proudly. “You have your horses, I have my hond.”

“Indeed. He likes you.”

Dílis licks his glove. “He likes you, too.”

“Yeah. But you’re his master. The one giving the orders. He’s a fighter. He would tear a bloke to pieces for you.” Thomas and I begin walking to the ship bound for Ireland. “I should tell you there’s a new cause for celebration. I’ve arranged for Aberama and Polly to be married. But don’t tell her. She doesn’t know.”

Of course not. Why change anything now? A fleeting thought of relief sparks through me and I close my eyes. “That’s good. We need some good in the world right now. A wedding sounds like a perfect way to share it.”

Another wedding. More talk of love. Another ceremony for me to be cast out of because I can never truly be one of them. Deep breath. Remember who you are here for.

“I have the Müller contracts to submit to you. We can talk about that later. We have lots to discuss from my trip.” A pinch of guilt tugs at my stomach. “Also…”

“No. Don’t tell me,” Thomas grunts and we stop next to the ticket booth. “You want your pay, yeah? ‘Cause that’s all I am to you now. Another paycheck.”

I keep my tone cool. “You should be used to that by now. I wish that wasn’t true. If you had gone through what I have, can you blame me?”

He doesn’t answer. He stays silent and plunges a hand into his pocket, pulling out his glasses. He fishes out his cheque book and after a few waves of a pen hands me the slip. 

“Here. Take the bloody money.”

Another thousand pounds. “My familie appreciates it,” I acknowledge gratefully and stow it in my purse. “What did you expect?”

He finishes buying our tickets and scoffs. “‘Hello, Thomas.’ ‘Good to see you.’”

“What’s the good of small talk when you’ll just ignore me again? The contract says I am still an employee so I am here on behalf of my familie to earn some extra wages.”

If he thinks I’m here out of the goodness of my heart he’s dead wrong. It kills me to do this to him but he can’t play the innocent card with me. I’m not the same naïve, helpless meisje who wound up in your kitchen all those years ago. In fact, you could say that you helped shape me into who I am now, Thomas Shelby. Now instead of sporadically handing out kindness, I reserve it and look out for my familie first. Much like yourself.

Four hours later we’re both standing at the edge of the barge, staring out at the approaching country. It doesn’t look to have changed much since the last time I visited. Dílis is already enjoying the fresh air.

“How might I address your uncle?” Thomas mutters after lighting a cigarette.

I pull my coat tighter around me. “His name is Edmund Colon. Mr. Colon will suffice.”

“And this Mr. Colon… He ain’t gonna fuck with my head, is he?”

“Absolutely not. If he dislikes you he will not hesitate to tell you.”

Thomas takes a puff and shows no definite reaction to this answer. “Good to know.”

“Relax. If I’m around he won’t do anything drastic.”

He hums and keeps looking outward. “Have you been in touch with Linda?”

Now it’s my turn to scoff. “You know me better. You know I don’t stay in touch with her or Lizzie.” 

He smirks. “I thought you said you tend to avoid jealousy. ‘Causes viciousness,’ as you’ve said.”

“‘S not just that,” I admit. “They don’t want me to talk, so I won’t.”

He doesn’t respond. Instead he takes another puff of smoke and straightens his cap. “I’m afraid there’s more news. While you were constructing business in Germany, we had a visit from a mister Brilliant Chang. We’re now helping to transport opium.”

Drugs? He’s shipping drugs now? How can he agree to that after the mess that drug gave to his body? Well, he most certainly isn’t going to convince me to sell it.

“I see” is all I answer with.

Thomas grunts. “I must say it was unfortunate that you were not here to negotiate. Chang brought a whore who put a gun to Finn’s head.”

His tone sounds as one does when talking about the weather. First Finn gets himself shot and now this? It’s like Polly said when I first started. They forget he’s still so young. Even Finn is forgetting how stupid he can be.

“It was Finn who allowed such a woman to get so close,” I reply softly, reaching down to scratch Dílis’ ears.

“I knew you’d be disappointed,” Thomas sighs. “There’s more.” 

My head whips up at him. “More?”

“Yes. We’ve been in contact with a gang called the Billy Boys.” Thomas licks his lips and continues. “They’re the ones who killed Bonnie Gold. Billy Boys fucking tied him to a cross and shot him.”

Bang! The memory of a gunshot rings through my head and the image of Bonnie’s corpse takes form. My body goes stiff and my cold hands grip the railing.

“Jesus Christ… " I murmur with dread. "Have they no morals? Is this all just to get to you? Thomas…”

His icy blue eyes creep over to mine, analyzing me. “You think I don’t feel guilt?”

“I’m saying… When will enough be enough for you?” I gasp. “Your company, your empire, has grown most impressively despite the losses in America. History shows that every civilization eventually experiences its downfall. You need to know when enough is enough!” 

Thomas’ jaw tightens and he takes a step back, pointing a finger at me. “I had you bring me here to discuss matters with your uncle so that I might handle them. Not to hear about how everything I do is wrong.”

My face stays straight and my stare hardens. “I never said that. And believe me, Edmund Colon will say these exact same words when he hears of what you’re going through.” 

The ship docks and I immediately lead Dílis off. Lord, I am already losing patience. Just pay attention and get Thomas to the meeting. Settle things out and then I can get back to work.

Thomas hails a cab and when I ask for Uncle Colon’s address the driver gives me a double-take. Even here it’s not a normal request to be driven to a gangster’s home. But he agrees and in no less than twenty minutes we’re riding through misty green meadows and over frozen streams. Thomas and I stay quiet the whole time and the only noise comes from Dílis’ small whines. Soon the car approaches Uncle Colon’s road and the sight of the cozy stone home makes me relax by a fraction. With its trimmed fence and many bushes. Even the guards don’t bother me. The handful of men standing watch outside recognize me and give friendly waves as I step out of the car.

Thomas, however, is not eased at all about their company. He keeps fingering his cap and running his hand over his jacket where his gun is most likely concealed. I snap him out of it by taking his hand and leading him and Dílis around to the barn. We step inside out of the mist and I hear metal clanking in the distance. I poke my head around a corner and spot Uncle Colon hunched over a beaten up Ford truck. His rolled up sleeves allow for a view of the Celtic cross tattooed to his wrist, just like my necklace. His worn work clothes are a steep difference compared to Thomas' overdressed appearance.

Arf!

At the sound of Dílis’ noise my uncle looks over his shoulder and gets a wide grin.

“Ah, Verena! How’s the cutting?” Uncle Colon greets as he wrings his hands on a grease towel.

“As good as it can when the world’s this dark,” I smile and we both hug. “Good to see you, Uncle Colon!”

Dílis doesn’t hesitate to begin smelling his shoes. “Who is this handsome beast?”

“This is Dílis,” I introduce.

Uncle Colon gets a wise gleam in his eye. “Ah, wise choice. He does look very loyal.” He gets the towel down and reaches for a glass of water. “Have you heard any word from Alfie?”

My smile fades. “I’m afraid Mr. Solomons has been dead for some time now, Uncle Colon.”

The older man’s eyes soften. “I’m so sorry to hear that. It appears our estranged relationship will go on unmended.” His eyes travel past me and his gaze sharpens. “I see you brought someone. This is your boss, then?”

I step aside and gesture to my colleague. “This is Thomas-”

“Thomas Shelby, of Shelby Company Limited,” Uncle Colon asserts, staring him square on. “Anyone who’s anyone here knows about you.”

Thomas stays quiet the whole time, not showing too much gruffness but not exactly appearing overly friendly either. He never moves his eyes away from my uncle.

“He’s the one who’s requested an audience with you,” I remind him.

Uncle Colon nods, staring at Thomas, and goes to pull a tarp over his project. “Alright, then. This banjaxed car can wait a moment or two. Go on in, Verena. Help yourself to a drink.”

Don’t mind if I do. I nudge Dílis forward and walk back out into the damp pasture towards the house’s warm glow. My end of today’s job is done. It’s up to Thomas now to strike an understanding with my own familie.

General POV

The rugged Irishman leads Thomas into another room in the barn. This one appears less dirty and more for business purposes. How can Thomas tell? Because of the waiting cases of empty whiskey bottles. Somewhere in here is Edmund Colon’s own small distillery. Thomas should respect it as if it were his own.

So this is the man who’s always stood behind Verena. The connection to the White Hand. At a glance Thomas thinks he could pass for any other Irishman. A few inches taller than he is, calculating hazel eyes, and a worn face with a faint beard matching the salt and pepper hair tucked under his flat cap. No dapper suit or accessories. His clothing consists of simple muck boots, work trousers, suspenders, undershirt and coat. One could say he appears as a wise friend.

This Mr. Colon is part of Verena’s family, there’s no doubt about it. She shares his bluntness and sense of tradition. If only Thomas wasn’t equally blunt when he paid her. His words are coming back to haunt him. Now he’s whoring away his shame to her while she earns the paycheck.

“Four years ago you got a taste of American cars,” Colon gloats as he pours them each a drink. “Did you enjoy our gift?”

“Yes. The Hudson still works splendidly. It’s one of my brother’s favorites.” They each take a seat on some barrels and Thomas looks up again. “Mr. Solomons is alive and well, Mr. Colon. Verena doesn’t know.”

Colon takes a deep breath and swirls the whiskey in his cup. “Sometimes a dead man is a free man in this world. Give him my regards, if you wouldn’t mind.” He gets a distant look and states: “I love my country, Mr. Shelby. Ireland is a true beauty. But you English always look at us the wrong way.” His hazel eyes flash up to inspect Thomas. “You Peaky Blinders certainly have made a name for yourselves.”

“If you know who we are-” The Brummie gangster starts to explain.

“Mr. Shelby, I don’t care if you’re Gypsy, Catholic, or Jewish. The only reason you’re still breathing is because my informants keep me updated on one of your employees.” Colon points in the direction he just sent Verena and then points to himself. “My niece. Right out there. She trusts you. That got me thinking. You are not members of the Crown, nor am I a member of the IRA. We are simply two men trying to do business for the good of our families. So let us have it remain that way.”

Thomas replays his words and it clicks that now he’s getting somewhere. Just like Verena, any of Colon’s decisions are going to be based on family. 

“My cousin informed me of some men passing through Belfast,” Thomas expresses, taking a drink of the familiar whiskey. “Those one’s called Billy Boys.”

Colon lightly pounds the wall. “Them damn Billy Boys. Thinking they can walk through my streets all high and grand. What trouble did they give you, eh?”

“They’re trying to snuff us out.”

The Irishman lets out a laugh and raises his glass. “Join the club. How’s about we make a deal? I keep away any more mishaps from affecting your trade routes through Belfast, and you kill Jimmy McCavern.”

This man works fast. Thomas can already tell he’s read his character but the question is why is Colon already so accepting? Is it because of Verena’s trust in him?

“That isn’t a fair trade, Mr. Colon. We both want him dead.”

“Aye. But it gives you better motivation. You deal with him and it will prove to me if I should help you. Prove to me that the Shelbys are all they're made out to be.” Colon polishes off the rest of his liquor. “Oh, a fair warning. We do not control the Titanic folk, Mr. Shelby. We keep to ourselves. If they cause trouble it will not be the White Hand’s problem.”

“Very well.”

Thomas takes that as his que of dismissal and stands up, dusting off his jacket. He nearly reaches the end of the room when Mr. Colon speaks again.

“One final thought, Mr. Shelby.” Thomas hears his boots creak closer and closer until Colon puts a firm hand on his shoulder. “You know, when I married my dear Eleanor I thought the guns and fights would leave us alone. But you can’t have both, Thomas Shelby. One or the other, they cannot coexist. From what I’ve been told you found this out the hard way. Your first wife-”

Thomas flinches. “Do not bring my late wife into this.”

“The Hell I will,” Colon growls. “You’re a chaser. This is the life you made for yourself, Shelby. Do not drag my niece into it too. No bullet will be carved with her name.”

The Brummie swallows. “Verena chose to-”

“Malarkey! First you make her think she owes you. Then she falls in love with you.” Colon holds up his wrist with the tattoo. “I am a religious man, Mr. Shelby. But if you break her heart… Another dead man is no skin off my nose. Have I made myself clear?”

His other hand reaches for a pistol under his jacket, never breaking eye contact, and Thomas knows exactly what he’s thinking. It’s the same process he goes through when scum politicians and aristocrats turn their noses up at his own family. He never wanted to cause Verena pain. It just… fell out of place. But there is no denying now that he will do what it takes to support her family. 

Thomas holds out a hand and the two men shake. “Very.”

Verena’s POV

It’s sad to see how the house has gotten so cluttered. Instead of a mobster’s home it looks like a hunting cabin. I remember when I was younger it was always spotless, with fresh flowers placed around during springtime. Aunt Eleanor’s touch has since been fading away. Part of this reminds me of Vinegar Hill back home. More Celtic crosses, a faded Bible placed on the mantel, and some of vader’s gifted delft pottery. 

Dílis has taken the liberty to lay in front of the warm fireplace. I set down my glass and look up at the ticking grandfather clock. It’s been an hour. How long are they going to talk? Is Thomas really so stubborn to ignore what offer Uncle Colon might have? If he knows anything about the men who killed Bonnie then he should not hesitate. 

I think back to Michael’s words. This is by far the time to not hesitate. Now is the time for action, to show that Thomas is no spent force. Franz was right. Trouble is brewing and I am not going to let myself be caught in it.

Creak.

The back door swings open and Uncle Colon steps in, stomping the mud off his boots. 

“I left your boss outside to wait.” He points to where he just came from. “Verena. That man. He is just as I’ve been told. Stubborn, scheming, arrogant. Yet you still give yourself to him.”

My jaw drops. “I do not-”

“I’m not talking about virginity. I’m talking about time. For over ten years you’ve served this man. And for what?” He taps the side of his head. “That’s the question you need to answer, Verena.”

If I didn’t know better I’d say his lecture is tinged with pity. Lord knows I’m one of the oddballs in my familie as far as courtship goes but I think I’ve done enough mental bashing to myself by now. Of all people I’d hoped Uncle Colon might understand my position.

“I know.”

My uncle takes my hand as if to say he means no harm. “You’re a wise lass. I know you will do as God guides you. But make sure you remember to value your time, Verena. As your Aunt Eleanor would say, time’s as precious as endless fortunes of gold.”

I respond with a bittersweet smile. “Yes. I understand.”

“Good. ‘S been good to see you, lass.” He smiles down at my dog, who’s now up and alert. “You take care of her now, Dílis. Eh?” 

He leans in for a hug goodbye and I lead Dílis back to the door. Thomas is already waiting in the car. 

“Visit your crazy uncle more often, eh? Slán.”

His Irish phrase brings a smile to my face and I wave goodbye before climbing into the car next to Thomas and Dílis.

“Tot ziens, Uncle Colon. Thanks a million.”

The driver revs the engine and begins driving down the muddy road. As the cottage gets further and further behind us Thomas makes no move to speak. Did Uncle Colon have news for him? Did they accomplish anything?

“What did you think of my uncle?” I outright ask in a laid-back tone. “He’s nice, isn’t he?”

“That’s one way to put it.” Thomas pauses, still staring ahead. “You’ve said family is everything to you… Never thought it was this deep.”

“What do you think I first thought when I first saw how your familie runs itself?”

@sherbitdibdab @meadows5

[silkieluv]

Guys who’s up for a little brainstorming!! Hm… how about… when the team crushed in the middle of the ocean, with a ghost on board yet made it out completely alive and fairly well?

(This is a totally random subject that is not-at-all related to helping me get out of my block)

So! Wanna figure out how they made it? Make a whole new fictional way that if works I’ll happily add to my fanfiction? Hm?

(Please help me I’m desperate)

I’ll be fair and start with something

I thought of them summoning their dragons on time, but giving the circumstances it’s too unlikely that they 1) won’t be struck by a bolt (it’s an electrical storm and you best now Cole rather getting struck then getting close to water. and 2) be too freaked out (Cole especially) 3) are too tired (Jay from being electrocuted and all of them from a long journey and trying to keep the ship together)

So I also thought of the cruise ship having a lifeboat and them getting it ready on time for them to jump on before they crush with the ship but just?? 1) I’m not sure yachts have lifeboats, 2) it’s the thing that 4 people are supposed to fit there and how do I even start on explaining how they’re leaving Zane behind

Hm

I like my second option, but I would really like to hear better suggestions!! Thank you 🫶

[saphronethaleph]

Interservice Interstellar

“Would you look at that,” O’Neill said, shaking his head with a smile. “Hard to believe this is even something we’re putting together, huh?”

“I quite agree, sir,” Major Davis agreed. “First a fighter, and now this.”

“Exactly,” O’Neill nodded. “See, you get it, right? Six years ago we just had a big ring and no idea how to turn it on, and now we’ve got… this.”

He waved his hand at the under-construction X-303, a huge mass of alloy and heavy equipment, ensconced in its hidden hangar bay. “Our own all-up spaceship. And if Carter’s done anything like as well as she normally does, it’s going to be one hell of a ship, as well.”

Davis coughed.

“Bomber,” he said.

O’Neill glanced at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Bomber,” Davis replied.

“Bomber,” O’Neill repeated. “And what makes you say that, exactly?”

Davis raised a hand, then lowered it as O’Neill kept talking. “We are talking about six hundred feet of battlecruiser, with twelve missile tubes and sixteen railguns, eight fighters on board, a crew of over a hundred… the damn thing’s got a transporter ring station on it!”

“I don’t see how that makes it not a bomber, sir,” Davis replied. “There’s no actual maximum size on a bomber aircraft… I’m sure you’re familiar with, for example, the B-36?”

“Yeah, you know what they say about assumptions, but I’ve heard of it,” O’Neill conceded. “It wasn’t this big, though.”

“Whatever you say, sir,” Davis disagreed. “In addition, I should point out that there is no maximum size on what qualifies as a bomber crew, either. A crew of one hundred and fifteen is large, but the technical definition of bomber doesn’t have an upper limit.”

O’Neill shook his head.

“See, if you were Teal’c then I’d know if you were joshing me,” he said. “All right, then, if you’re going to insist… what about the weapons? If it’s a bomber, where are the… bombs?”

“I’ve been assured that the fighter bay doors open, and it’s possible to drop bombs out of them,” Davis said, with a slight shrug. “Early bombers didn’t have dedicated bomb bays-”

“-yeah, yeah, whatever,” O’Neill said, rubbing his temples. “I was going to get to those fighter bays, but first – doesn’t a bomber have to at least carry bombs?”

“First of all, there is precedent for designating an aircraft by a capability that isn’t the primary use capability,” Davis pointed out. “The F-117 is, by any reasonable definition, a bomber or an attack aircraft, but it can carry air to air missiles.”

O’Neill nodded.

“So, what, you’re saying this should be a fighter?” he asked. “The F-303?”

“No,” Davis said. “Because the bomber classification includes aircraft equipped with cruise or even ballistic missiles as primary weapons. For example, Skybolt was intended to be launched by the B-52 and that didn’t make it not a bomber, and the AGM-86 is launched from the B-52.”

O’Neill looked at him suspiciously.

“How long have you been preparing for a conversation like this?” he asked.

“I couldn’t possibly comment, sir,” Davis answered, with a shrug.

“Whatever,” O’Neill decided. “But what about the fighter bays? If anything they should make this a carrier.”

Davis made a face.

“Not at all,” he said. “It’s more esoteric, but the XF-85 Goblin was a parasite fighter design intended to be launched from the B-36, and-”

“And that didn’t make them not a bomber,” O’Neill parroted, making an opening-and-closing gesture with his hand and rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. And I guess you’re going to say that bombers have defensive turrets, too. But enough of that. Tell me why this isn’t a battlecruiser.”

“Because, sir,” Davis replied, quite matter-of-factly. “We’re the Air Force, not the Navy.”

O’Neill considered that for about five seconds.

“Good point,” he said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Davis. “Good point, well made. B-303, then.”

“Actually, we’re considering giving it the Tri-Service designation of Bomber, Cargo, 303,” Davis stated, deadpan. “Since it can carry so much materiel… BC-303, that is.”

O’Neill chuckled.

“Just make sure someone gets a photo of the Secretary of the Navy when he hears about this,” he requested.

[dark-elf-writes]

Percy barely stays mortal enough to qualify for the Great Prophecy

The Curse of Achilles is the last straw to push him over the edge. But as he and Nico pushed it off to the very last second, he still managed to qualify.

The Curse burns away at a person's mortality, leaving only one spot behind. For people like Achilles, that meant becoming invincible. For someone like Percy, already more god than man, it means something different.

But the Curse takes a while to truly settle, to settle beyond the skin and into bone and blood and soul, so by her sixteenth birthday she is still considered a halfblood, if only barely

(By the time the second prophecy comes to play, they are considered god enough to kill a Giant with the help of another demigod)

There was no way anyone would have noticed.

Between the chaos on Luke’s cruise ship and how quickly they healed once they hit the water, no one noticed how gold their blood already was. With the war at their gates, neither Amphitrite nor Poseidon had a chance to really study their child enough to see the glow in her eyes in the water.

Nico had… some inclination that something was strange with Percy. It was in the way their teeth looked sharper when they snarled at his father. In the way they seemed almost radiant even in the gloom of the underworld. In the way they hardly even blinked at Achilles’ warning, simply tipping their head with an ancient sort of intrigue that looked almost odd on their face. But he was hurting from his father’s betrayal and exhausted from overusing his powers, and then Percy was emerging from the Styx something different. Something changed.

After that it would have been impossible to notice. Percy couldn’t bleed. All of that strange otherness that gathered around him could have very well just been the curse. The new powers were… weird, but Percy was always getting new powers. Only Dionysus knew to look for the signs and he was certainly not giving that information up just yet.

Then Percy was taken, stolen, and they didn’t remember to notice. It was all they could do to stay ahead of the monsters on their tail and then race tit eh north with Hazel and Frank in tow to try and kill the unkillable. They didn’t think to question why the giant made to oppose their father affected them so badly. Didn’t have the time to. Not until after when they slammed Riptide into his poison heart just as Reyna dove to slam her own sword into his head and he melted between them.

But there was still no time, the world was ending and a civil war was starting and Percy was not ready to deal with all the answers waiting in the wings.

So she boarded the Argos II and headed to Italy and pointedly did not think about how cold her blood looked from the dozens of little cuts and scrapes she collected fleeing from Camp Jupiter.

[fromkenari]

@alliwantforchristmasislou

I don't talk about my identity a lot because I live in a town in the 2/3rds of the state that is red despite it being a blue state. I'm not accepted, nor is it really safe for me open about it beyond my friends, and the sad thing is I have only one other friend in this town with the same pronouns as me and my friends, all of whom are queer positive and a bunch of whom are queer themselves don't use the correct pronouns for my other friend who uses them or me because well, you know, transphobia but they claim it's because using "they" in a singular sense is just too awkward for them to do that for my one other friend who uses they/them and me. And I could talk about the suicide rate of non-cis kids in this town, but this is a positive post, right? It's why the Trevor Project is so important.

So anyway. Tumblr, Discord, and the internet, in general, have been the only hardline I have to a diverse queer network. I've been on this site since sometime in early 2009, and you know, before that, I was on Livejournal, and before that, I was on fan forums, Yahoo! Groups, and Pro Boards. So I've been around. I've seen it all in real time. And even though I was not into anything to do with Superwholock, I saw all of that, and you know, I have never really been deep in a fandom. Not even when I was on Livejournal. I just have a massive aversion to oversaturation.

So. I've been watching 911 since the pilot. I was hyped for it because of Angela Bassett. I thought, "You're making Angela Bassett a cop and handing her a TV show; what could go wrong?" (That's rhetorical; don't @ me. I know better now.) Anyway. I was hooked from the first episode, and you have to understand when 911 premiered, I was in one of the darkest points of my life. I had finally been declared legally disabled, which I had been working toward for 3 years. So, you know, nobody on Tumblr was talking about this show. By the end of Season 1, a few of us were scratching around at things, but there wasn't much there.

Then, Season 2 happened, and you know, Season 2 was some of my best times in the 911 fandom. I was there when we were deciding on Beddie vs Buddie. I was there when the first Buck/Eddie fic was posted to AO3. I even wrote some back then. It was a completely different energy then. There was an entire Discord server of us who were mortified that "Be Careful What You Wish For" was likely about the part of fandom that wanted Eddie and Shannon to end, but the consensus was, "WTF, we wanted her gone, but not like that!" And then, you know, the people celebrating it got louder and louder, and I was in fandom less and less until I stopped posting about 911 entirely on Tumblr.

Eventually, I made a new blog, this blog, not because of that, but because Tumblr shadowbanned my old blog, and nothing I posted would show up in tags. And you know, I was a big fandom creator and roleplayer, and I had to start all over. But I was still watching 911. I never stopped. I also watch Lone Star, and oh, the stories I could tell about the early days of Lone Star when 911 OG purists were throwing hissy fits that Lone Star content was getting tagged as 911. Seriously, it was a knockdown, drag-out fight to watch. But anyway, you know, I'm watching, and I'm waiting. I'm waiting for Evan Buckley to be confirmed as bisexual as I get my Henren scraps and cry over everything they do to Josh.

Then, the show gets canceled. But OMG, it's Immediately picked up by ABC, so trying to understand how to feel was indescribable. Because Seasons 5 and 6 sucked, they sucked, and I won't be convinced otherwise, and I was despairing because I was going to have to jump ship. And then the show jumped networks. So, I'm figured what do I have to lose?

So, I am still reeling from the Cruise ship disaster and rescue. And I'm going, "Is my show back? It's kind of back, right?" while also going, "And Tommy's back, and he's getting along with everyone. Sure, why not?" And then, you know, Episode 4 happened, and I'm watching it wondering what the hell is going on. Is Tommy going to be a recurring character now? And then you know Buck was an idiot, and you know I thought it was about Eddie, and I was kind of mad because really? The cast and crew get kicked around by their ship's fans, and you're giving them this? Because anyone who tells me watching that episode as it was airing that they thought Buck was doing that for Tommy before the loft scene, I'm calling horseshit because I've been watching since episode 1

I've wanted Bi Buck for as long as I can remember. And it was not until the loft scene that I even realized something was happening. I didn't know what it was, but something was off. And some point, I was standing on the couch freaking out at my TV, going, "WHY ARE THEY STANDING SO CLOSE TOGETHER? WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?" And then, you know, the kiss happened, and thankfully, no one was living next door in my duplex at the time because I was not quiet about my joy, and I sprained my freaking knee. I was so chaotic in my reaction. (I had to go to urgent care. It was a whole thing. Eh, my joints suck because of chronic illness. I told you I was on disability a long time ago, okay.) And you know, once I simmered down, I ran to this blog to post about it because 4 episodes on a new network, and they gave me Bi Buck.

And you know, I tried so hard to find a voice for Tommy in my head, but I couldn't. I didn't have enough material to do it. I appreciated everyone who could do it because I read your fic, which was great. I didn't even get into the fandom for it until Season 8 because I couldn't wrap my head around the ship, but I was going to sit there as long as it took to understand Tommy because it's Bi Buck's canon ship. Of course, I want to be able to write it myself. That's what I do. And right about when Tommy brought Buck avocado toast, I got it. Everything synced up in my head, and I understood it. I could go back and look at things and understand why Tommy did things now.

So, during that break for Halloween, I was writing little things and not posting them. I had already at the start of Season 8 found a Discord server, and I was hanging out in the tag. I was looking through follow lists people posted and zipping through them. And yeah, sue me. I call it Tevan because that's what Tommy calls him. That's not a judgment on anyone; it's just my preference. I forgot to mention that I was also there when shit hit the fan during the Season 7 hiatus and trying to survive in my old 911 Discord Servers, but people were awful for no reason. I'm never gonna understand why a whole swath of fandom hated the ship to the point that they were causing traumatic harm to other people, especially queer men in fandom. That's just so beyond me, and, again, another reason we need the Trevor Project is that queer men fetishists on Tumblr do not constitute a safe community for queer people. But I'm getting off track.

So you know, they broke up Buck and Tommy in the next freaking episode, and I had a lot of feelings. I posted a lot of them here. Some of them conflict because you know the human brain can handle more than one viewpoint. Gray areas are my bread and butter when it comes to media. Anyone gets puritanical about anything; I don't care what you ship; I will remove you from my curated experience because I don't need it. It's not healthy.

I've been writing more and more about this ship since the breakup. I even wrote a fixit for the breakup. And you know what happened in the show compared to what people say in interviews? There's a huge disconnect. In any other situation, especially given it's 911 and the Abby of it all, you would expect this to not be over because that's not how Buck's big love interests work. Most of his relationships end with him being too invested, but you don't get to call it a pivotal relationship for Buck and say it's over cold turkey. That's crappy writing because it completely goes against his characterization.

But I didn't realize how attached many people were to Tommy. I felt like I finally met him in the Halloween episode, and bam, he's gone in the next. So much wasted potential. So much drama. So many harassed actors and crew members. So many "journalists" acting like it's their blog is the gossip section of their high school newspaper, but they get screeners? So much crap happened, and what was it all for? So Buck can pine for Tommy and cause Los Angeles County to go on a flour ration? Like? I don't get it. So yeah. If the show wants to fix this mistake because this one they did leave themselves a contingency plan by not killing the man, they can fix it.

So bring back Tommy. If you do, I'll think about forgiving you for Amir's storyline last season. But we still need to talk about what messages we're sending people in these episodes. Those teenage girls do not deserve to get blamed because a grown man went rage quit to the max. The copaganda is SO HIGH that I can't even watch Athena's scenes now. And there's a bunch more I won't list because we're talking about Tommy and how you need to bring him back. I love these characters, but I'm tired of them repeatedly getting the same trauma and outcomes. You finally let queer people kiss again on your show, and then you get rid of one of them?

Anyway. I'm going to keep writing BuckTommy because I need something good to happen in fandom as I continue to watch this ridiculous show. And if you read this whole thing. I'm sorry that this is how it ends.

[kendrysaneela]

Wow that went so much better than I thought it was going to? This show is surprisingly good at handling intense subjects. Like I was not expecting her to actually be pregnant so I was surprised by that but then also I was anxious that were gonna kinda throw out the Ody3 concept for a second but this episode made me feel like they’re still keeping that up there in the air and then that’s such an interesting way of bringing them back together and making them all rethink the white picket fence ideas they all have I think if that’s part of what they’re doing. And then having the cliffhanger be is she gonna keep it and who’s is it? Not to mention this will force them all to think about intimacy and think about being together and omg the possibilities here the possibilities. Also omg I love Tristan he did so good. Max I understand the babble even though I was telling him to shut up the whole time because medical school and doctor talk was not what Avery needed right then she needed normal person Max doctor Max so I’m glad Tristan called him out on that but Omg I was actually so not on board for the pregnancy thing when they brought it up in the trailer I and was like positive that it was gonna be a false positive and got anxious when they made the pregnancy real. But they handled that pretty well and actually made me enjoy the concept and understand it’s reasoning. Also it’s interesting how Max was like “What does that say about all of us” in terms of like are they all running from something or is this truly what they want? This show is surprisingly good at dealing with serious issues and being properly respectful and introspective about them. I think this storyline will make them all examine their lives and what they want out of them and truly why they all decided to come work on this cruise ship after all. It’s quite fascinating what they’ve done here. I don’t think I’ve ever actually ever like a surprise pregnancy storyline on a television show but the way they’ve set this storyline up is actually so interesting. And I’m excited for the possibilities it could bring. I don’t think she’s actually gonna have the baby because this is season 1 of a fun throuple boat show so I think miscarriage or abortion but I think this will make for some really interesting introspection among the three of them and if they all actually do want the heteronormative monogamous white picket fence life they’ve all discussed wanting.. Also tbh with everything going on in America right now I really like how they acknowledged that it is Avery’s body and Avery’s choice and Max and Tristan can support and give their thoughts but at the end of the day they don’t get a say. Really great thing to do. (Less serious Sidenote not them mentioning they had sex MULTIPLE TIMES that night? Go ya’ll😂)

[ghoulsister1]

The Cat's Meow

Captain Kuro x Female!Reader. (One Piece Netflix Series) Fluff. Suggestive content. Reader is part of The Black Cat Pirates. Secret relationship. Reader is Captain Kuro's First Mate. ☆Set before the events of Syrup Village☆

Ever since you were little, you always wanted to set sail across the seas, to see the many wonders that lies beyond the horizon and have many wonderful adventures, so that you always had a new tale to tell to the other pirates, sailors and fishermen in the local restaurants and taverns. You're family had other ideas, which is why you fled and snuck on aboard a ship one night, just in time too as the ship was just leaving port, bound and sailing wherever it's Captain wished it to go.

It wasn't until you were found by the crew that you realised you weren't on any ship, you were on the ship of the Black Cat Pirates and now, the crew was dragging you by the scruff of the neck of your clothing to their Captain, the feared Captain Kuro.

You gulped as Butchi dropped you to the floor inside the Captain's quarters, you had heard stories of Kuro and his deadly claws and ability to move so fast and quietly, like a ghost. You also heard of his ruthlessness and you shivered as Butchie and Sham addressed their Captain.

"Captain Kuro sir! We found this dirty stowaway on-board the ship" Bellowed Butchie.

"Yes, she was sneaking about below deck like a rat in our food stock" Hissed Sham.

"Wait I can explain...!" You Cried but flinched as Sham hissed at you, baring her teeth.

Captain Kuro stood up and walked over to where you were and you felt yourself tremble, knowing this how you will die, by the claws of the ferocious Captain Kuro.

"What are you doing sneaking on board my ship and why?" Asked Captain Kuro, looking down at you with a sneer as you froze upon seeing the long, sharp claws he wielded. You couldn't answer, the words gone as you just couldn't stop staring at the deadly clawed gloves and knowing that's what's going to kill you.

"Answer the Captain!" Shouted Butchi, making you jump at the sudden sound of his voice and you began to babble.

"I'm sorry I snuck aboard, I had no choice! There was no where for me to go as my family will find me! I just wanted to see the world, sail the seas and live you know? I just jumped onto the first ship I saw leaving port and well, here I am" You Babbled, tears welling up in your eyes.

Captain Kuro and the two crewmates listened to your explanation without a word.

"Please forgive me Captain Kuro! I know you must be suspicious but believe me when I say I come with no ill intent to you or your crew. You may do what you wish with me. Maroon me on an island, drop me at the next port or anything! But please don't take me back to my family, please" You Pleaded, tearfully.

Captain Kuro said nothing, just looked at you with cold, calculating eyes before smirking.

"So, a run away from home? Wanted to be rebellious? Be a pirate? *tsk!* You have no idea what you are getting into young lady" Remarked Captain Kuro with a tut. You said nothing, just kept still in the spot you were dropped in.

"Very well, we are far from the port now and I'm not turning the ship around to drop off some runaway brat!" Spoke Captain Kuro with a sneer as he ordered you to stand up on your feet, which did on shaky legs, still unsure if you were gonna die or not.

"Welcome on board, little stowaway! Don't expect this to be a 5-star cruise. You will be part of my crew now. You will work to earn your keep on this ship, if the crew works you work. I don't tolerate slacking from my crew and I will not tolerate it from you. Do you understand?" Asked Captain Kuro, glaring at you.

"Yes Captain" You Replied nervously, nodding your head.

Captain Kuro smirked at you as you addressed him as "Captain".

"Good. Learning already. Right little brat, go with Butchi and Sham, they'll show you where you will sleep tonight. We have some cheese and bread, you'll have that to eat tonight. Tomorrow you work" Ordered Captain Kuro sternly.

"Yes Captain. Thank you Captain Kuro" You Said, grateful. Captain Kuro waved you off with a slight sneer and you left the Captain's quarters with Butchi and Sham.

At the first light of dawn, your new life began on board The Bezan Black. You swabbed the decks, helped unload and load cargo, helped cook meals, fished and hunted, helped the crew in every way you could. Along the way you gradually earned your new crewmates's respect, especially Butchi and Sham. You really earned their respect during an attack by Marines.

You had picked up a sword and thanks to your rich family's upbringing of horseriding and fencing, you fought off three Marines much to the surprise of Butchi and Sham, even to the surprise of Captain Kuro who was impressed by your swordfighting. Thanks to that, Butchi and Sham saw you as a Black Cat Pirate and on a full moon night with a sea calm and quiet, you were fully made an official Black Cat Pirate.

As a pirate, you did see wonders and had some adventures that you were proud to be part of. You sought and found treasures, saw amazing sights and of course had epic battles, mostly with Marines.

During all that, you moved up through the ranks in the crew. Captain Kuro saw you as reliable, diligent and cunning. He admired that in a person and in his crew. So when Captain Kuro made you First Mate, everyone was surprised but were happy except for Jango, who was Captain Kuro's original First Mate. But Captain Kuro had made his decision and he expected his crew to respect that.

You and the feared Captain kept things professional. Until he kissed you in his quarters during a celebration after a successful raid. You kissed him back and soon you two began your relationship, but in secret. Captain Kuro wanted to keep his image and status as a ruthless and fearsome pirate Captain in front of his crew and enemies. You respected that and both of you would carry on the image of feared Captain and his loyal First Mate in front of the crew and enemies, but behind closed doors you and him were lovers who would spend many wonderful nights in each other's arms, everything around you two disappearing till it felt like it was only just you and him in the world.

One year or two had passed and you smiled as you thought back to the night you were taken in by the Black Cat Pirates, became part of their feared crew evening earn a new name in the process and becoming "Hellcat" instead of Y/N. But with Kuro and behind the locked door of the Captain's quarters, Kuro still called you Y/N.

"Something on your mind, my kitten?" Asked Kuro raising an eyebrow and smirking at you. You smiled at him and approached him.

"Was thinking about the night I snuck onto the Bezan Black and I was introduced to you and the Black Cat Pirates" You Recalled as Kuro gave a chuckle at that.

"Ah yes, you were just a bratty stowaway sneaking about my ship like a stray kitten" Teased Kuro and you gave a giggle, nudging him as he laughed softly.

"Hey, I wasn't that bratty" You Teased.

"But look at you now, a proud member of my crew" Remarked Kuro smiling.

"And your lover" You Added as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to kiss you passionately and you eagerly returned it. Things were about to go further until a bang on the door broke the spell.

You and Kuro pulled away to straighten yourselves up before Kuro unlocked the door and Jango rushed in, he looked haggard and panic-stricken but he looked at you as you made yourself busy by looking at a map, glaring at Jango when he stared at you.

"Something you care to report Jango?" You Asked sternly.

"What's she doing in here?" Asked Jango, shocked. Kuro glared and his face darkened.

"She is helping me map out potential raids and coming up with a strategic approach to each one. Why? She's my First Mate! Are you here to tell me something or waste time?" Asked Captain Kuro, snarling.

"Captain! Marines have been spotted and are fast approaching!" Jango Cried. You looked up at that, shocked and Kuro looked annoyed.

"Marines? Again? That's the third time this month! Jango, prepare the crew and wait for me outside! Now!" Ordered Captain Kuro and Jango fled outside to get the crew.

You turned and saw Kuro, he was annoyed but also looked tired. You frowned, you've seen Kuro was looking more tired these days, especially with the Marines constantly attacking.

"Kuro?" You Asked, worried as you approached him. He looked at you tiredly but embraced you nonetheless.

"These Marines keep coming for us, for me. They won't stop till they have me. It's getting tiring my dear, quite tiring" Kuro Replied softly.

"What will we do?" You Asked.

"I have a plan my kitten. I've been planning this for months. It will work perfectly and it will make the Marines never bother us again" Explained Kuro, smirking as he recalled his plan.

"You are called 'Kuro Of A Hundred Plans' for a reason my dear" You Remarked and you both shared a smile.

"First though, I must deal with the Marines. Then our plan can begin" Declared Kuro as he pushed his glasses up with his palm.

A crescent moon hung in the sky that night, the Marines never stood a chance against your beloved Captain Kuro. By the time you and rest of the Black Cat Pirates arrived, only one Marine was left alive though badly wounded. Kuro stood amongst the bodies of the Marines, the deck covered in blood, bodies and giant claw marks.

"Now, we can begin our plan Jango. But first, Hellcat! A word in private" Shouted Captain Kuro and you followed Kuro to a private corner.

"Listen to me my dear and listen good. I must stay here with Jango to set the plan in motion. There's a boat for you to get you back to the nearest settlement or town, Butchi and Sham will escort you" Explained Kuro.

"Will Butchi and Sham come with me to shore?" You Asked. Kuro frowned.

"They will only see you off, they must stay with me" Replied Kuro.

"But wait, what about you? Will you join me?" You Asked, worry growing as Kuro's eyes filled with a strange sadness as he gazed at you.

"You will be coming with me, right? My love?" You Asked, feeling dread seep in to your heart.

"I will join you on shore when everything is ready. Butchi and Sham too" Replied Kuro.

"You promise me Kuro?" You Warned, feeling afraid to leave Kuro's side.

"I promise you kitten. I promise" Kuro Vowed and with a quick kiss you two parted ways.

Butchi and Sham lead you to the boat. You got in the boat and looked ahead to see the lights of the nearby town.

"Goodbye Hellcat" Cried Sham as you began to row. You waved at the two.

"I'll see you on the shore!" You Shouted, smiling but you frowned as Butchi and Sham waved at you sadly, Butchi shaking his head.

You reached the shore and landed. You watched the two ships, anxious and wondering what was Kuro's plan to get rid of the Marines.

Hours passed until you saw the Marine ship sailing. You frowned as you looked over at the Bezan Black which stood still and dark. Fear flooded into your brain, but you still held out hope that your crewmates and beloved Captain were safe.

But as the Marine ship sailed into the night, you heard a voice shouting from the ship. You listened closely and your heart sank upon hearing a somewhat familiar voice shouting loud and proud from the deck of the ship.

"I AM CAPTAIN KURO OF THE BLACK CAT PIRATES!" Echoed throughout followed by the gruff voice of a Marine shouting: "I HAVE SINGLE-HANDEDLY DEFEATED THE BLACK CAT PIRATES!"

Your heart shattered at hearing those words and you clutched your chest, tears welling up as you let out a loud wail and you sobbed as you sat upon the sands of the beach. You mourned for Butchi and Sham. You mourned for the Black Cat Pirates who were not only your crewmates but also a family to you.

And most of all, you mourned for your beloved Captain and love, Kuro.

Syrup Village. Present Day.

You looked over at the flyer you found pinned up in one the establishments.

"Maid Wanted.

We are currently looking for a woman who has experience in cooking and domestic tasks. If interested, please go to this address for further details."

You were looking for a decent bit of work to make some money. Despite no longer being part of a crew, your inner Black Cat Pirate never died, despite being the only living member of the fearsome pirates. You had a few run ins with Marines and recently a brush with some Arlong Pirates but you held your own against them.

As you arrived at the address you were greeted by a ram like man called Merry.

"Ah! Hello there miss!" Greeted Merry.

"Uh hello there. I'm here about the job" You Replied handing Merry the flyer. He smiled at that and took inside the grand house.

"Oh Miss Kaya will be delighted that you've accepted! Oh Miss Kaya! We have a lady here who wishes to apply for the job!" Cried Merry happily. You told Merry your name and he smiled.

"Just out of curiosity, did you work previously?" Asked Merry politely. You smiled warmly.

"Only on a ship. I was a cook and I sometimes cleaned the decks. That's all" You Replied as you remembered that beautiful ship, the Bezan Black fondly.

Suddenly Kaya made her appearance and she wasn't alone. She was standing with a butler of sorts, but your heart stopped upon seeing him.

"Miss Y/N, this is Miss Kaya. And with Miss Kaya is our finest butler, Klahadore!" Announced Merry happily.

Klahadore stared at you and you stared at him.

"No...it can't be....y..you were captured....and you....were executed!" You Thought as you stared at Klahadore who then smirked at you and shot you a wink.

"It is you.....Kuro!" You Thought with pure joy, tears nearly welling up your eyes. You composed yourself and introduced yourself.

"What a lovely name!" Bubbled Kaya smiling at you sweetly.

"A charming name for a charming lady" Replied Klahadore, smiling at you and making your heart race.

"Miss Y/N tells me she worked on a ship, just like you Klahadore!" Recalled Merry.

"How interesting" Remarked Klahadore, smirking at you.

After introductions, Klahadore offered to show you around privately. Once alone, you both embraced each other in a loving, passionate kiss. Tears of happiness streamed down your face as you were finally reunited with your beloved.

"Oh Kuro! I thought you were captured! I thought everyone was gone!" You Sobbed as Kuro held you in his arms.

"Oh my sweet kitten, I'm sorry for causing you such distress. But I was afraid that there was a possibility of the plan going astray, which is why I sent you away to avoid any repercussions. Thankfully my plan didn't fail. But I'm sorry my love you had to bear such a pain" Explained Kuro pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Where are the others?" You Asked.

"Oh, they will come soon. This is all part of my plan. Now that you are here, we can really start" Recalled Kuro smirking.

"Does this plan involve separation?" You Asked, anxiety skyrocketing.

"No. Not anymore. My sweet kitten, we'll never be apart again" Promised Kuro.

"Promise me?" You Asked unsure.

"Promise" Assured Kuro and you two shared a deep kiss.

Kaya's parents set up a room for you to sleep in but you always snuck off to Kuro's room and sleep there, in his arms just like the days when you and him sailed upon the sea.

But you knew Kuro's plan was just beginning and you both smiled as Kuro plotted his next move. You snuggled closer to him, happy to be back with your beloved Kuro.

[thephonemenarentreal]

The Conglomerate operations are aboard the ship known as the Pleasure Cruise which is a floating city, constantly on the move and under the radar with a thriving population of technopeople, humans, and skibidis.

All of that ship is controlled by one AI: Captain Mizzenmatch. They are the ship, all the way down to the tiniest bolt and he takes their job very seriously.

MORE LORE UNDER THE CUT <3

Mizzenmatch doesn't NEED a unit form as the ship is their body, but they have one for appearances to parties and for ease of people needing a face to talk to...although people get a bit creeped out by the lack of arms.

They don't have arms because it is a "hassle" and feels "useless" when they are the ship and can do everything with but a thought. They say arms get in the way of "being" in the ship. They also don't like sleeves because it looks funny all floppy and not very professional.

As to what "Faction" they belong to, Mizzenmatch often answers all for they need all components to do their job. They are the ship. They must see, hear, and televise everything for the protection and comfort of their charges.

They take their job EXTREMELY SERIOUSLY. The safety of the lives on board and their comfort are their priority unless they are marked as being a nuisance or threat, in which case they will not do anything to stop that individual from being taken care of.

If someone is misbehaving on the ship, Mizzenmatch knows and will harass them by closing the elevators on them, making the hot water shut off, make the coffee machine spray them, ect. ect. They can be very petty and there is no stopping them as they ARE the ship...

The captain unit tends to remain at the helm of the ship staring off stoically. In fact, Mizzenmatch is extremely stoic and no one has ever heard them laugh.

There is a challenge to try and get the ship AI to laugh or crack a smile or something, but no one has had any luck.... Mizzenmatch is just a very stoic captain.

They don't sleep. Ever. They don't need to sleep. They are a very complicated AI, able to control the whole ship and monitor everything without missing a beat. This means certain systems can "sleep" while others "awake", taking shifts within Mizzenmatch's runtimes. So they are never technically asleep.

Every morning at 9am sharp, they always make ship announcements in a very stoic and professional voice. Very deep and sultry voice. These announcements are about the weather of the day, events on the ship planned, birthdays announcements, lottery numbers, and any specials that day.

There is a channel on every room TV called "Mizzenmatch report" where they give commentary on the news in the world as well as news on the ship.

Mizzenmatch has certain cameras open to the public that people can watch from their room if they like.

There is also a channel where they narrate all the things on sale at the deck mall and any specials that are currently running.

Mizzenmatch gets picky about changes to the ship and only makes changes if the board of directors vote unanimously on it.

Mizzenmatch can be reached by the phone at anytime for serious complaints. Otherwise, it is better to call the Jeeves on the minor things. Calling to ask how the captain is doing will get you a friendly enough conversation though and a thank you for asking. Maybe your shower water will be always nice and hot, the lighting always perfect, and the elevator always there for you.

It is something to watch the captain unit walk around the ship, opening doors with their mind and doing things without hands because they are the ship and can manipulate the environment to what is needed.

They like to watch the sea in their unit, so often stand by windows to watch.

They can get on the speaker system on any room to make dry comments to someone doing something bad. It makes some people paranoia since Mizzenmatch is always watching. Mizzenmatch just brushes it off saying nine times out of ten they don't care....they just look for things that are labeled as a nuisance to the comfort of guests or an active threat.

Destroying the unit does not kill Mizzenmatch. They ARE the ship. Killing the unit just makes an entire ship pissed off.

Mizzenmatch has thrown people overboard for comments about how the ship looks shabby. That's insulting. They make sure they are kept very clean, thank you!

Making comments about the Titanic or other big ships that sunk offends Mizzenmatch. They are a VERY careful driver thank you!

Mizzenmatch is able to triangulate position via satellite and always knows where the ship is and also can teleport individuals off and on the ship at waypoints that are set. In emergencies, members of the elite technocracy can activate a beacon that Mizzenmatch will lock onto and teleport them quickly to the ship.

The Pleasure Cruise hosts a large population of technopeople, humans, and skibidis on board and each and everyone of the full-time residence are Mizzenmatch's obligations. They will fight aggressively to keep them safe.

They don't mind humans like others in the Conglomerate and keeps a personal eye on them to keep humans safe and comfortable.

Mizzenmatch, in terms of overall size as a ship, is bigger than titans but does not classify as one given....ship shaped and titans don't let people live inside them and provide room service. Still, they are equipped with advanced firepower and defenses as well as a feature to dive to keep their charges safe. In a battle, Mizzenmatch can modify the ship, move parts around, and even has a factory to rapidly build more ammunition as needed to fight. With the AI's ability to see from every angle, the Pleasure Cruise has a complete 360 defensive firing circle.

When asked about their view on titans, Mizzenmatch is ambivalent. They are units. If they are on the ship, Mizzenmatch will protect them too. That's just how it works.

Given a war is going on, Mizzenmatch has stockpiled a pretty impressive supply of weaponry in case of emergencies...

Mizzenmatch can launch drone probes to "feel" out areas and scout if they feel the waters ahead are not good. These drones can be used in battle as well to distract enemy targeting systems.

Mizzenmatch was created by Simulcast to replace the original crew as a Titan Prototype AI for her Chthonic Protocol. They were successful as an AI, but Mizzenmatch promptly turned on her, seeing her as a threat to safety and reports on her constantly...

They also will undermine the Conglomerate if they feel it is a threat to the safety of others or the deaths are a bit too much. They do have more morals and an active care for those they keep safe.

Mizzenmatch is undermining Simulcast's opus magnus in the lab by "talking" to the sleeping titan, imparting a strong sense of duty onto it hopefully.

[shunin-gumis]

Mistery on the Moonlit Passage - Track 02

Seasonal Event Story

I've translated chapter 2, Hope you enjoy!

~~~(flashback)

Ryui: Toi, you’re fine with 3 sugar cubes for your milk tea, right?

Toi: Yes! Thank you, Ani-sama!

Netaro: Ah! I am fairly certain I mixed in some of my special invention of “Wasabi Cubes that look Identical to Sugar Cubes” in that sugar pot there. 

Ryui: Pfghtt!!

Muneuji: Hm, a tea ceremony. Allow me to participate as a break from my studies.

Nanaki: …..

Nanaki: …*glance*

Chief: Yuki-nii, what did you want to talk about?

Kafka: It better be important enough for you to disturb my cozy tea time with the Chief.

Yukikaze: Indeed. This may lead to a new business opportunity for us. 

Nanaki: (...I wonder what it is…)

Yukikaze: The other day, my father was approached by the president of a cruise liner company for a discussion on reopening the Night Cruise, which had been out of operation for some time now.

Chief: A Night Cruise…! We do have a special tourist zone that’s facing the sea after all, it’d be great if we could make cruises more popular too!

Yukikaze: I thought that perhaps there was something we could do to help after hearing this from my father. Would it be difficult?

Kafka: Difficult? Who do you think you’re talking to? If we receive an official offer, HAMA Tours will promise to deliver. 

Yukikaze: Thank you. I’ll let him know.

Chief: It’s rare that we get a chance to help out on a cruise. Yuki-nii, did you get to hear any specifics about the discussion from Uncle?

Nanaki: (Chief’s eyes are sparkling…)

Yukikaze: The liner itself is ready to go, but since it hasn’t been in operation for a long time, they’re looking for advice on what they could offer as onboard services. 

Chief: I see… Then how about we have a soft opening with the members of HAMA Tours as guests?

Kafka: Good idea~♪ We can offer consulting after seeing how the soft opening goes.

Chief: Right, Yuki-nii, could you ask Liguang-san for his opinion as well? We could use the cruising sector from ward 4 as a reference. 

Yukikaze: Alright. Liguang himself probably won’t attend the soft opening, seeing as he’s been busy lately.

Nanaki: (Their conversation is progressing so smoothly… Kamina-san and Ooguro-san both know the Chief from childhood, huh…) 

Yukikaze: I’m excited to go on a cruise and see the night view of HAMA with you… 

Kafka: No one asked. 

Chief: We can discuss the specifics later in a meeting… Is there anyone here who’d be interested in participating? 

Muneuji: I would like to participate to broaden my horizons. It would also be beneficial if the swaying of the boat would help strengthen my core.

Chief: Um, I’m not sure about that… I’ve heard that they use AI to control large cruise ships such as these, so there shouldn’t be much swaying.

Netaro: Ooh~ I would love to see the internal structure myself! I’m coming too~

Yukikaze: There’s a sky deck as well, according to the pamphlet. It’s on this page here, Ryui.

Ryui: Who cares.

Toi: Wow, I’ve never been on a ship as big as this. I want to try it~

Ryui: Oi Kamina, hand over that pamphlet. 

Chief: How about you, Nanaki-kun?

Nanaki: Um… I want to join too. 

Nanaki: (Seeing the night view with the Chief… Maybe it could help set the mood…)

Nanaki: (–No, what am I thinking? There’ll be others on board too, there’s no way it’d turn out like I want it to…)

~~~(end flashback)

Location: Cruise Liner - Party Venue

Nanaki: (Way to set the mood…!)

Nanaki: Chief, please, wake up…!

Chief: ….. 

Nanaki: What should I do at a time like this… Hey, Andy!

Andy: …..

Nanaki: Wait, huh…? The reception was fine till just a moment ago… 

Ryui: Toi… Toi!! Dammit, where’s the captain!?

Yukikaze: I’ll go search for him. The rest of you, look after them. 

Muneuji: Everyone, please calm down. 

Ryui: How the hell am I supposed to calm down!?

Muneuji: It appears that they’re all simply asleep. 

Ryui: Huh…?

Toi: *soft snoring*

Ryui: …You’re right. That’s Toi’s usual angelic sleeping face.

Kafka and Kinari: *soft breathing* 

Akuta: Guoh… Pumpkin… Noodle soup… Pollock Roe… Espetada…

Yachiyo: Munya munya… I can’t eat anymoooore….

Yodaka: There’s no need to rush… Take it in slowly… All the way inside… 

Muneuji: Isotake and Fuefuki-san are both still clutching their plates… Looks like they’re enjoying a buffet in their dreams too.

Yukikaze: Yodaka-san seems to be conversing with Yachiyo in his sleep… What an amazing technique. 

Nanaki: I-If it’s even the same genre… 

Chief: *soft snoring*

Nanaki: (I didn’t think I’d get to see the Chief’s sleeping face… Their eyelashes…)

Nanaki: None of them look like they’re in a bad condition, so… I guess it’s okay?

Ryui: Like hell it is.

[inaworldofchoices]

Across The Void: Book Review

When it comes to a book like Across the Void, the first idea that comes to my mind is that there is no doubt Pixelberry tried to repeat a well-known formula that worked great in the very first days of the app through Rules of Engagement. That is, the story of the main character (Nova), plus their siblings (Pax and Eos) and their stories told from all these three different points of view. Unfortunately, this time the results weren’t even close to what Rules of Engagement was back in 2016.

The book tells the story of Nova Elara, in my case a woman (or cyber) whose dream is to become the captain of a luxury cruise. The premise sounds pretty boring until we realize the galaxy is in the middle of a war between two factions, the Jura and the Vanguard, and the route where we have to pilot our ship (the Atlas) is really close to the war zone. Of course, as we may expect, Nova, her crew, the passengers, and the Atlas not only end up getting trapped in the middle of the war for different reasons and events that occur throughout the book, but in a surprising plot twist, we end up discovering (in the final chapter) that the ship was always meant to be a part of the war itself, in the form of a bomb. Yes, I didn’t see that coming, and I dare to say this must be one of the most underrated plot twists in Choices.

Overall, the book is different to what Choices usually offers their players. The backgrounds are stunning, lots of pink, blue and vivid colors in general, lots of neon, and everything is very futuristic and gorgeous. We also got many, many new sprites (I’d say some of them haven’t even been reused yet, I guess it’s because of their uniqueness). However, when you don’t have a strong plot, everything else seems to be overlooked. And that’s the main problem Across the Void faces. Despite having a super promising premise, the story itself has so many voids (no pun intended) that most of the time the book left me way too many unanswered questions or even wondering why the writers decided to add certain situations to the narrative.

For example, I decided to help Pax hide Izar, the Jura guy who suddenly appeared in the Atlas… only for us to never see him again. Why was this relevant? What was the point of it? Not even Pax knew why this guy was onboard the Atlas! How did he board the ship without any radars noticing he was coming? Did he receive help from Artemis? It’s not like he was there at the beginning of the trip. Same with Nova and Eos helping Heze, the Vanguard pilot. I decided to let her go back to the Vanguards, but then what? We never saw her again. Was the only reason for these scenes to exist to help us decide whether we were pro Jura or pro Vanguard? Pure fillers, if you ask me.

Another example: what happened during the peace talks between Lyra and Prince Barlow in the Atlas? Are you telling me Barlow didn’t try to do anything to her when only a few chapters before he had destroyed Matara trying to kill her, in order to stop the peace talks that would lead to the end of the war from happening? And when did Prince Barlow leave the Atlas? Because by the end of the book, he just appeared on another ship. Weird.

And I don’t know if I was reading this part while I was half asleep, but when did Oberon board the Atlas? I assume it was after the incident in Matara, but it was like he suddenly appeared on the bridge of the ship, and no one seemed to question why he was there. Also, who protected the astradust during and after the attack in Matara? Where did that astradust go? I know the existence of it was supersecret, but Oberon was in charge of overseeing it as Head of Security. And it’s not like this is the same astradust they used at the end of the book, because that one had been hidden by Nova’s parents in Cyber.

Another problem I noticed was the excess of characters, which led to us having an excessive number of storylines and extralong chapters. I can’t even remember how many times I had to restart chapters because I got lost in between plots (not even One Hundred Years of Solitude in my teens gave me these many headaches!). Then, I understood the structure was to show 3 or more subplots that, later in the chapter, would be combined into the main storyline. This was completely unnecessary, it only ended up adding filler stories to the book.

But what would I have erased? I wouldn’t have included any of the plots involving passengers. If the idea was to show some people were pro Jura and some people were pro Vanguard, then we had enough with our siblings and our crew. But why does Nova have to help people solve their family issues, especially when she already has a fair amount of problems with her siblings? Or why does she have to take some rich women’s pet to have a spa day, as if they couldn’t do it by themselves? Girl, you’re the captain of the ship, not a psychologist or a servant! I would also have gotten rid of Argo and Corvus. Super nice crew members, but zero relevance in the story (in fact, they were so irrelevant that they were the only crew members who didn’t even participate in the final battle). And finally, Oberon. I loved the guy, and I even chose him as the ultimate LI for Eos, but I’d be lying if I said he was a pivotal addition to the story when compared to characters such as Prince Barlow. Same with Aquarius. I decided to save her because the story promised she was going to be a big help to us during the battle if we saved her, but in the end, she was only helpful in saving Vee from dying in the final chapter.

With the amount of characters the story has (32 if we count the pets), it was quite obvious that we would have many LIs to choose from. And at first, I loved the idea, because it was something the fandom had been asking for a long time. But then I realized not every idea the fandom has is actually a good idea. Why? Because Nova had 5 LIs (one of them shared with Eos… I mean, really PB?), Pax had 2 LIs, and Eos had 4 LIs (counting the one he shared with Nova). So that’s 10 out of 32 characters that are considered LIs, not to mention Nova also has an opportunity to flirt with Prince Barlow. So sorry, no matter how much I liked the LIs (in my opinion, they were great characters), having the opportunity to romance this amount of people seems like a lot, especially when they all live under the same roof.

But in the end, I did manage to have a decent love life for my characters, even though at times it looked like a telenovela:

Nova dated Meridian. And the replay completely changed my perception of their relationship. Fun fact, this has been the only time I’ve chosen a LI based on their looks, as I tend to choose them based on who I feel is the most compatible with my MC. So, I used to complain a lot about how Meridian seemed to have so little screen time when compared to the rest of the LIs. But now I realize he gets not only a more than decent amount of screen time… he gets quality screen time, and that’s just awesome. There are no random appearances and the relationship with Nova, despite being short-lived, seemed to be way deeper than I remember from when I played the book for the first time. I genuinely enjoyed this match.

A part of me regrets pairing Pax and Holmes. In fact, I don’t think she should have had LIs options. Maybe it’s because she’s shown as a rebellious character who’s more focused on the war and defending the Jura, but it’s hard for me to picture Pax with anyone. It’s easier for me to see her as an aroace girl having platonic feelings for Holmes. Their relationship kind of comes from a place of caring for someone who feels alone in the world. And that’s it. There is love, but I don’t see passion. I can see partners, but not lovers. Something about this match just never convinced me, but I wanted to give it a try.

As per Eos, I liked the fact that he’s canonically bisexual. For some reason, I think it suits him well. However, a part of me believes that behind his flirty ass, there is a guy who was never able to move on from Oberon. In fact, I had originally paired Eos and Lyra (they gave me all the Bodyguard vibes), but when Oberon appeared for the first time, I felt like it was impossible to just overlook the fact they might have been a couple in the past (in my story, Eos didn’t admit they were a couple when he had the chance to do it in earlier chapters). The sparks were there, and they were inevitable. So yes, they were my perfect match, and I’m more than happy with my decision.

Special mention to Zekei, for being the only LI in the history of Choices that has been shared by two siblings. Please, Pixelberry, don’t you dare do this ever again. I have no idea what the writers were thinking about. The guy was so evidently in love with Nova that trying to pair him and Eos must be one of the most “what the fuck” moments in the book. Did Eos have feelings for Zekei? Maybe he did (or he forced himself to have them in an attempt to forget Oberon), but I like to think the Zekei + Eos relationship is one of mutual respect. And that none of them would disrespect Nova that way. That’s just too low for both of them.

Even though I’ve already mentioned several things I enjoyed and didn’t enjoy about the story, I wanted to save the best, and of course, the worst, for last.

I’d say the most disappointing aspect of the book is how the topic of war was addressed. I feel we never got to understand why there was a war in the first place. We never got to really know what the Jura and the Vanguard stood for and why they had been fighting for so long in a war that evidently affected every single character in this story. I have no idea how the writers missed that, when it was some vital information for us to not only understand the plot, but also for us to be able to make some choices throughout the book. I managed to remain neutral 95% of the time, but then one choice sent me towards the Jura (even though my Nova would have probably agreed more with the Vanguard, mainly because the fact that she and Zekei were classmates gives me the idea that the training she received was actually the same the Marshalls received, that has to have some effect on the way you think about the situation). Luckily, I was able to go back to neutral at the end of the book.

Despite everything I’ve already mentioned, I’ve always thought that replaying a book gives you a whole new perspective on things, and Across the Void is not the exception. In fact, while replaying the story I noticed situations I may have overlooked the first time (maybe because I was too overwhelmed trying to understand everything that was going on).

One of my favorites is how the writers play with the idea of destiny and how the topic seems to be present everywhere! The book is full of references to the future and how we have plenty of time to do certain things when, in fact, life may change in a matter of moments. And not only that. Every single character seems to have a certain destiny written for them, too! For example, Zekei was not meant to have knowledge because he was a technical cyber. Zaniah had constellations that told her purpose in life. Prince Barlow was able to see many futures (Dr. Strange is that you?). Nova herself claims at some point in the story that she felt she wasn’t able to guide her own life. When I discovered it, it blew my mind. How is it that I never saw this before?

The fact that our siblings were annoying also had some very interesting turns. The amount of mistakes they made was almost unforgivable. Like Pax hiding a Jura guy in the ship despite knowing how important the job was for Nova. Or Eos not telling Nova about the importance of Lyra, despite Nova being the captain of the ship. We may have wanted to kill these two, but every single time something like this happened, we could see that no matter how big the argument was, none of them would put the Jura and the Vanguard interests over their family. Their loyalties were clear, and even though they explicitly said the opposite, I’m pretty sure they’d always put their family first. In fact, you could even see them breaking their own rules when it came to helping or protecting their siblings! The best example is probably when Eos helps Pax hide Zaniah’s wrongdoing and to keep their secret safe. Or when Pax questioned Artemis for having her brother as a prisoner of war for so long even though she knew who he was. So, no matter how hard the story tries to convince us Pax and Eos are willing to kill each other for defending their ideals. That’s not going to happen.

And this is where I want to stop for a moment to talk about Pax. Because after replaying the story I have some mixed feelings towards her. She’s annoying, that’s for sure. But at the same time, I feel sorry for her. It was sad to see how many times she was disappointed by the Jura. I could feel her heart being broken over and over again. In fact, if you ask me, I’d say by the end of the book, she had questioned her loyalties a lot. Did she defect the Jura once the war was over? I like to think she did. Did I get the same vibe from Eos? Absolutely not. His personality was more like Nova’s than we give him credit for. In the end, he just wanted to protect the ones he loved. His methods weren’t the best, though. Especially because at times it felt impossible to have a serious conversation with him. I mean… grow up, dude!

Finally, Across the Void felt different after the replay. It didn’t feel better or worse, it was simply different. I found out this was more than a story about a war we never got to understand. This was the story about a bunch of broken characters who found in the Atlas not only a crew, but also a family. And that’s why Nova’s sacrifice in the end makes sense to me. In her own words, “most of us would do anything for the ones we love”. And that’s exactly what she did for her biological and her chosen family.

For a really long time, I felt this wasn’t the ending she deserved, especially because she didn’t ask to be part of this war. She deserved to be happy. She deserved to keep exploring her relationship with Meridian and to see her siblings in peace. But happy endings are not always wholesome. And this is one of those cases where the saddest ending was most definitely the best one.

[mo-racca]

Predictions for Percy Jackson S2

So season 1 used chapter titles for the episode titles and it got me thinking about which SOM chapter titles will be used for season 2 and how the book will be split up over 8 episodes.

I'm gonna run on the assumption that the success of season 1 will mean more budget for season 2, including having episodes that are all at least an hour long.

Spoiler warning for Sea of Monsters (the book). Predictions are under the cut.

Episode 1: I Play Dodgeball With Cannibals

Comprising Chapters 1-3

Episode opens with Grover being chased by Polyphemus. He runs into a bridal boutique and dons a dress. Polyphemus shadow looms over him as he turns to look directly in the camera and says "Percy, you have to help me." Percy then suddenly awakes from the dream.

We'll then get our introduction to Tyson. Probably via him and Percy walking to school together. First class is gym!

Dodgeball match plays out more or less like the books.

Annabeth hails the Gray Sisters taxi & they ride to CHB.

Episode ends with them arriving a the bottom of the hill and staring on in horror as they witness mechanical bulls wreaking havoc.

Episode 2: Tyson Plays With Fire

Comprising Chapters 4-7

Opens back up to the horrified faces of Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson seeing the mechanical bulls. The fght with the bulls then plays out similarly to the books, including the Tyson is a cyclops reveal.

Tantalus is introduced & and announces the chariot races.

First chariot races occurs with the birds attacking. I genuinenly hope they "defeat" them in the same way as the books where they play Chiron's shitty music, but I'm not 100% they'll go that route.

Clarisse is chosen for the Golden Fleece quest. Percy is upset. I think they might slightly change this and have him choose to run off on his own to save Grover, and once he's on the beach, he runs into Hermes.

Episode ends with Hermes giving Percy the gifts, Annabeth and Tyson running over. And then the camera pans out to a cruise ship out in the distance (The Princess Andromeda!)

Episode 3: I Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever

Comprising Chapters 8-9

I think this episode will open with a flashback to Annabeth, Luke, and Thalia during their time with the Brooklyn cyclops. Probably not much will be revealed beyond Annabeth being young and scared and we won't see what it is that she's scared off.

Cut to the present: Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson are already on the ship. Probs some exposition dialouge about the name of the ship and "Why did Hermes want us to board this ship?"

We'll end up having the confrontation with Luke more or less how it happens in the book. Might have a couple more Annabeth flashbacks thrown in as well, but we don't ever see what she's running from.

Ends with them escaping on the emergency raft.

Episode 4: Clarisse Blows Up Everything

Comprising Chapters 10-11

Opens with them on the raft, probably talking or something, when suddenly a raucous noise draws their attention to Clarisse's ship.

The Charybidis & Scylla fight plays out more or less like the books except literally no one is sad about confederate ghosts dying (redying???)

I imagine we'll have some concurrent Grover and Polyphemus storyline throughout this episode.

Ends with everything being blown up and Percy believing Tyson is dead.

Episode 5: We Check into C.C.'s Spa and Resort

Comprising Chapter 12

Opens with Annabeth and Percy washed up on the shores of Circe's Island.

In the books, I'm pretty sure the island has an enchantment that is part of the reason they don't realize something is up right away and I would love for them to keep that for the show.

Percy's half of the story will play out similarly to the books with the guinea pig stuff.

We'll also get to see what Annabeth is doing on the island. I want it to be clear that she's trying to fight the enchantment, but is struggling (can an athena kid resist the temptation of knowledge?). Her concern for Percy is what helps to pull her out of it ("Where's Percy? What did you do to him?")

Annabeth rescues Percy like in the books with the Multivitamins. They escape to the boat. The escape scene could be drawn out a bit more than it is in the books for ~suspense~

Episode ends with them sailing off.

Episode 6: Annabeth Tries to Swim Home

Comprising Chapter 13

I think this episode will open up with another dream of Grover for Percy, to emphasize that time is running short.

Annabeth tells Percy she wants to hear the sirens.

I envision more Annabeth flashbacks this episode.

Annabeth dives, Percy saves her just like in the book.

They have a heart-to-heart about fatal flaws. Annabeth tells Percy about the Brooklyn cyclops, this is shown through flashback. We finally see what she's been scared of in these flashbacks the whole time. (We get to see baby Annabeth stab a cyclops in the foot bc she's a badass and we deserve to see it)

Episode ends with Polyphemus's Island coming into view and probs some line about "let's go save our friend".

Episode 7: We Meet the Sheep of Doom

Comprising Chapters 14-16

I think we'll open to Grover when Clarisse arrives to the cyclops lair and we'll watch her ruin his bride cover.

Then it switches to Annabeth and Percy on the island surveying the sheep and the fleece. After a moment, Annabeth says she has a plan.

Cut to Percy annoyed and hanging on the underbelly of giant sheep muttering about Annabeth's plan.

I think the ensuing Polyphemus confrontation will be pared down a bit for time, but will still include the initial fight in the cave, escaping across the bridge, and Tyson's triumphant return.

Episode ends with them leaving a wailing Polyphemus on the island.

Episode 8: The Fleece Works It's Magic Too Well

Comprising Chapters 17-20

They arrive on land, parse out Clarisse's prophecy and send her ahead with the fleece.

Luke and his crew show up. This confronation plays out similarly to the books with the IM message. Chiron and the Party Ponies arrive. Depending on their CGI capabilities, it might just be Chiron who arrives. Fighting ensues.

They get back to CHB where they witness Clarisse put the fleece on the tree. All seems to be well.

It's clear that some time has passed now. They do the second chariot race. Percy & Annabeth win. CHEEK KISS.

As they are celebrating, attention is drawn to Thalia's tree (maybe it's like glowing or something). The campers all head towards the tree to see what's up and find a girl lying against it. Her face is hidden. Percy asks her who she is and she looks up and we get to see her face for the first time.

"I am Thalia. Daughter of Zues." Roll credits.

I considered having the Thalia scene be a post-credit moment, but I think it's too important for setting up season 3 to not have as part of the main episode.

A good post-credit scene I think would be like Grover on the phone at Westover Hall and saying something like "All I know is that these two kids are powerful and they're in danger. I could use your help getting them to camp."

Anyways, I'd love to hear people's thoughts!

[pukanavis]

Nanaki Nanamegi SSR Card Story "Serving Diligence With Style" Track 1

Location: Cruise ship ・Party Hall

Nanaki: Allow me to guide you to your seat, ma’am.

Lady: Please, lead the way.

Nanaki: Might I recommend this alcoholic beverage to accompany your meal today? Its fruity flavour makes it go down smoothly, so do let me know if that interests you.

Gentleman: My, my, aren’t you well put-together for your age?

Netaro: EMERGENCY! We’re outta leaves!

Nanaki: …Sounds like the salad bar needs tending to. Yowa-san, I’ll be right there!

Muneuji: Nanamegi, I’m sorry to ask this of you, but would you mind clearing up some of the tables?

Nanaki: Sure thing. I’ll be just a sec.

Nanaki: Phew…

Ryui: Hey, kid. Don’t tell me you’re already worn out?

Nanaki: Of course not, Ryui-san. We're only just getting started.

Ryui: Good.

Nanaki: This has been an incredible turn out, hasn’t it? To think a revamped night cruise would see a crowd like this on its very first trip.

Ryui: They’re doing a little too well, if you ask me. Goddammit, if they had just set up the waiter robots in time, we wouldn’t need to be running around like a load of headless chickens all night…

Nanaki: At least we're managing to make it work. Customer service is just another part of the job.

Netaro: Esteemed guest, your dessert has arrived! I present to you a miso soup made with a broth composed of reconstructed tyrannosaurus bones! I call it ‘tyra-misoo’ for short. [1]

Ryui: …

I’m gonna tie him up and throw him in the boiler room.

Nanaki: Ahaha…

(I know I said we’re managing, but honestly…)

It’d be a real relief to have just one more person helping out—

Momiji: Nanaki-kuun!

Nanaki: !! Chief!

Momiji: Things were running smoothly up on the sun deck so I thought I’d come and pop my head into the party hall, but it looks like you guys are pretty swamped with guests in here. I’ll help lighten up some of the workload.

Nanaki: I really appreciate it. I was actually just thinking about how nice it’d be to have an extra pair of hands on board. This must be divine will… [2]

Momiji: Divine veal?

Nanaki: Uh—the veal schnitzels!! At the buffet!!! People are saying they’re divine!!!!

Momiji: Oh, that's great to hear!

Nanaki: L-Let’s move on…

To start off with, could you help me carry these meat pie platters around?

I know this is a buffet style dinner, but I thought some of the guests might prefer to have food while it’s still fresh out of the oven.

Momiji: Sure, I’ll give you a hand! That’s a really thoughtful idea.

Nanaki: Why don’t we start making the rounds from over there? I’ll just grab a few plates, and…

Momiji: Woah, you can carry three plates at a time? That’s impressive, Nanaki-kun!

Nanaki: No no, it's a piece of cake, really.

(There’s actually a trick to pulling this off…but if I bring that up, it’ll make me sound like I’m trying to show off my smarts…)

Momiji: The secret is to hold your thumb and pinky over the two plates in your hand, right?

Nanaki: Ah, I should’ve known you’d be clued into the trick. I'm sure you’d be able to get the hang of it right away if you gave it a go.

Momiji: You think so? I've seen you practicing it lately, so maybe I should try to follow your example…

Nanaki: …

Huh?

Next

Notes 1. 'Tyra-misoo' is supposed to sound like 'tiramisu'. 2. To clarify, Nanaki originally says that it must be fate (運命 unmei) which Chief mishears as plum (梅 ume) and Nanaki responds in a panic by saying “The plum juice has been popular!! On the drink menu!!!” to cover for himself. I am not good at localising miscommunication jokes, forgive me ORZ.