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Fandom Oneshots: Sophie In Wonderland (The Walten Files)

This was requested by TheGrimRead3r on A03. If you want to request me anything let me know (keep your fetisheize to yourself and don't request me any weird shit. Your gonna get blocked if you do)

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She remembers what happened at Bunnyfarm... Everyone else that got hurt including her own family

A white man was next to her and scared her. Sophie is haunted by memories of Bunnyfarm, where so many people were killed, including her own family. She is startled by the appearance of a mysterious white man, and it triggers her fear. "Who are you?" Sophie said, Bon got close to her and leaned forward "my n am e is B on" he said "I do n't t hi nk we've me t be fore" "Bon" said "b ut" he trailed off "yo ur moth er said so mu ch abo t you" Bob tried to to place his hand on her check and backed away Sophie remains alert and doesn't let "Bon" get too close. She looks puzzled as he trails off, and says, "My mother did?" "Bon" tries to place his hand on her cheek, but she pulls away. "Y es". She seems surprised with Bon's assertion, and doesn't quite believe him. "What did she say?" She asks. Bon gets a little closer and tries to place his hand on her cheek again, but she pulls away just like before. This time, he doesn't try to stop her. "T hat y ou we r e specia l, tha t y ou wer e her on ly chi ld." Bon says gently.

She glared at "Bon" "I had two other siblings, Edd and Molly, I was never an only child" "I th in k she me ant tha t y ou wer e her specia l chi ld." "Bon" says sympathetically. "She loved you ve ry, ve ry mu ch." Sophie remains silent, taking in "Bon's" words. A hint of sadness crosses her face as she remembers her family. "My mother loved me very much..." she repeats softly.

"Bon" tries to grab Sophie's hand while she resists. He seems to be trying to gain her trust, but she's not letting him get close to her. "Le t me ta ke yo u to h er," "Bon" says earnestly once again, "S he wa nts to se e y ou"

He makes one more attempt to grab her hand, but she pulls away again. "Wait..." Sophie says once more, "Your name sounds familiar..." "My n ame is no t Im porta nt r igh t no w de ar" "Bon" said as he looked at her "yo ur m o ther is wor ried" Sophie looked at him "who are you"

"Bon's" voice had a certain kindness to it, but even so, something about him made Sophie feel uneasy. She tried to pull her hand away again, but Bon grabbed it before she could. "Do n't be af raid," he said softly, "I'm n ot goi ng to hu rt y ou."

"Why should I trust you?" Sophie said with a mixture of anger and fear in her voice, "I don't even know who you are." "I'm j ust he re to he lp," Bon said gently, "Yo ur mo th er se nt me to fin d y ou. S he wa nts u s to go ba ck-"

She looked back at "Bon" and he turned into the rabbit from Bunnyfarm

"-S he wa nts to s ee y ou."

Sophie recoiled in fear as "Bon" transforms into the dreaded rabbit from Bunnyfarm. The memories of that fateful incident came flooding back, and she felt the same terror she felt that day. But a creeping doubt began to set in, could this actually be true? Could her mother actually be alive? Or was this some sort of sick, twisted joke? "You- you killed innocent people including my mother, why!" The rabbit remained silent, not willing to respond to Sophie's accusations. He just stared at her, his face conveying no emotion whatsoever. It was as if he was waiting for her to make the next move. Sophie was shaking with anger and fear, her heart racing and her body aching from the adrenaline. In a moment of rage, she lunged forward to attack the rabbit, but he ducked out of the way easily and quickly. "Oh S oph ie" Bon said

Sophie froze, hearing her name in the rabbit's voice. Something about it sent chills down her spine. "H-how do you know my name?" She asked, her voice shaky with fear. The rabbit didn't respond, just smiled back at her chillingly. The rabbit took a step towards her, his sharp teeth and piercing eyes making her recoil in fear. "I kn ow a l ot of th ings, my de ar." He said, his voice menacingly calm. Sophie felt trapped, like a deer in the headlights. "D on't be afr aid," The rabbit continued, "I'm not go ing to h urt yo u..."

Sophie stayed frozen. She was terrified, but the rabbit's tone made her feel slightly emboldened. Maybe she could reason with him, or at least figure out what he wanted. "What do you want from me?" She asked, her voice still trembling. "J ust to s ee yo ur m oth er." The rabbit calmly replied, "Sh e wa nts to s ee yo u to o, and s he's wa itin g for yo u." People with masks came into view, a sheep, a clown, a purple rabbit, and a musician "a re n't th ey bea utif ul So ph ie" Sophie felt her heart sink as the masks appeared, knowing that those were the faces of the other victims of Bunnyfarm. It was a horrifying sight, and reminded her of their tragic fates. She wanted to look away, but at the same time she couldn't help but stare at the masks. "Why are you showing me this?" She asked the rabbit.

"Y ou ca n't make an om elett e, wit ho ut br eak ing a f ew eg gs" "Bon" said as he grabbed her arm, Sophie flinched in pain as Bon grabbed her arm, but she didn't try to pull away. She didn't want to make him angry. "What do you mean?" She asked nervously. Sophie struggled to understand what Bon was saying. She wanted to fight back, but he had a firm grip on her arm. And before she knew it, she was surrounded by the masks - the other victims of Bunnyfarm. The sight of the masks triggered a wave of anger within her, and she tried to pull away from Bon's grip again, but he wouldn't let go. She pulled hard, but he held fast and she just couldn't get free.

In a sudden burst of anger, Sophie twisted her arm hard, causing Bon to let go. She swung at Bon, but he was quick and dodged just in time. He lunged forward and grabbed her arm again, but this time she was prepared. She kicked Bon in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him and allowing her to spin away. Sophie stood her ground, determined to fight. She glared at Bon, waiting for his next move. Bon stared back at her, his expression unchanged. He lunged again, this time in a lower stance. He got close quickly, looking to grab her again. Sophie saw this coming and stepped back quickly, dodging his grab and landing another powerful kick to his stomach. Bon backed away, not wanting to get within kicking range again. He held his arms out wide, inviting her to come at him. Sophie saw this as a challenge and charged forward, swinging a powerful punch at his face. Bon saw this coming and caught her punch, flipping her onto her back and slamming her hard onto the ground.

"My h ead, m y rul es" "Bon" said then he twisted her arm causing her to yell "wh at a p ity" he said then dropped her "I th oug ht you wo uld be mor e of a fi ght" Sophie moaned in pain as her arm was twisted, her body aching from the pain of the fall. She couldn't move her arm at all, it sounded like it was broken. She glared at Bon with a mixture of anger and fear, waiting for whatever he would do with her next. "Yo u're mu ch we ak er th an I thoug ht." Bon said with a cold, calm, and almost amused tone. "I th ough t yo u'd pu t up a b igge r fi ght, bu t, y ou ca n't eve n mov e yo ur ar m no w" He said, as he stood over her. "Wh ere's you r stre ng th, S oph ie?" He mocked. Sophie groaned as her arm ached severely, causing her to feel even more anger. She glared up at Bon, and even though she couldn't move her arm, she still wanted to fight back. Sophie screamed in pain as Bon's foot was pressed firmly against her back, pinning her down to the ground. She was powerless and couldn't move a single inch. She was scared, wondering what Bon was doing and what he was going to do to her next.

"P oor litt le Sop hie" Bon said "yo u ca n't eve n fi ght" Sophie screamed when she felt her back snap, the pain of it was like nothing she had ever felt before. She wailed in agony and couldn't move, unable to do anything to stop it. Bon kept his foot planted on her back, preventing her from moving in any way. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't move a single inch. The agony of her back was so immense that it made her unable to think or speak, she couldn't even form a complete sentence. Bon walked away from what he did and left Sophie there to slowly rot

#the walten files fanfiction #twf #the walten files

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chardou15 · 1 year

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Shattered Memories - Ch. 5

Chapter summary: Nuyia wasn't ready to meet her mother in Eywa and felt that she has no right to connect with Eywa, but she had to show that all to Miles. Due to Eywa's blessing Nuyia and Miles have the right to connect with Trees of Souls and Voices. Quaritch discovered that Eywa exists.

Pairing: Na'vi Quaritch x Na'vi Fem OC

[1,578 words]

Chapter 4. |

Oel ngati kameie. - I see you

Nuyia, oeyä 'ite... - Nuyia, my daughter

Oe ìmpeyam ngaìlä - I waited for you

'Upe? - What?

Ke, oeyä 'ite. Oe ke ìmtsun - No, my daughter. I couldn't

Sa'nok - Mother

Oe omun. Oe txopu sì - I know. I'm afraid.

Ngenga ve'ki oe... - That you hate me...

Ngaytxoa - I'm sorry

TW: cursing, manipulation

@missroro @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

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A/n: This story takes place after the ATWOW so it contains spoilers. I don't have any beta for that fic so I'm sorry if you find mistakes. English is not my native language (I wish). Text in green is spoken by souls in Eywa.

"I'm not ready to do that..." Nuyia looked at the Tree of Voices nearby Hometree. She felt uneasy. "I know I have no right to connect. I'm not... I'm not one of The People anymore."

Miles stood next to her, folding his arms.

"You have. You forgot? Eywa blessed us. You should connect to the Tree of Voices and meet your mother. Talk with her, explain everything." Quaritch looked at her, seeing her worries and sadness. He knew she want to connect but Nuyia was afraid.

Nuyia snorted and rolled her eyes.

"You don't even believe in Eywa, Miles. I killed my own mother, understand? I'm not ready to do that. And probably I will never be ready."

Miles lay one of his huge hands on her shoulder and squizzed gently.

"No, you didn't. You were just a child, a 17-years old girl. Now, you have a chance to fix that mess, Nuyia. You have a chance to talk with your mother somewhere out there in Eywa or whatever. Leap the fuckin' chance!"

She sighed.

"It's not that simple. Especially I must show you how we, Na'vi, connect. You have to connect with the Tree of Voices too to hear our ancestors. If you really want to become one of The People, you must understand our culture, way of life, Eywa. You have to believe. But you don't believe it. You still make fun, Miles. Did you forget our lessons? When I showed how to feel the ground under your feet? How to hear the sounds of the jungle? Remind that, Miles. You were so proud of yourself. And I was proud of you too. I hoped you are not as stupid as I thought. But now... I don't see you in Eywa, Miles. It seems that you are just making fun of that all. We are in Tipani since the last circle of dawns and eclipses. And still... You still don't make any progress. Eywa blessed us almost half of the circle ago. Atxo was right. You are stupid as a rock."

When Miles heard Atxo's name, he caught Nuyia's hand, walking directly to the Tree of Voices. His jaw was set. Atxo has pissed him off. During that period of time since Miles and Nuyia are blessed by Eywa, Beyda'amo's son has become more and more pushy, arrogant, and confident. He won with Miles only once and Quaritch has started to train more and more intensively. Miles had scars on his torso and arms, even on his face - on the right side under the eye, on the cheek. Nuyia saw how Miles ran, hoisted up on branches, and practiced fighting with blades, clubs, and staffs. She noticed that he had an extreme talent for the second to last one. Miles was tall even as a Tipani Na'vi and much more muscular.

"What are you doing?" She asked, but he didn't answer. "Miles!"

Finally, he stopped and took his queue.

"Show me everything. Show me how to connect to the ancestors. Show me Eywa, Nuyia. But first, talk with your mother. If Eywa really exists, your mother is with her. Take your braid and connect with the fuckin' tree!"

"I have no reason to show you that. You don't understand. You will better train to defend Atxo as you did earlier."

"Sänume said..." He began.

"I know what she said!" Nuyia shouted at him. "But I'm not going to show you that! You know why. Because you don't even try to believe."

"What a stubborn, tiny woman... I'm not as stupid as you think, Nuyia." Miles took his queue and slowly connected to the tree. His pupils became bigger. Miles opened his mouth, shocked. Nuyia knew that he has heard the ancestors.

Quaritch heard everything - the voices many of people. Their happiness, worries, and pain. He heard the war's sounds, killing people. Bulldozers, ships, AMP suits, flamethrowers... And screams. So many screams. He felt the death of The People - children, women, and men. He felt pain, terror, and hatred for Sky People. He felt that all simultaneously. Quaritch's hands have shaking, and his green-yellow eyes moved from left to right. Miles became pale. and finally, he fell down on his knees. Slowly he disconnected from the Tree, shivering.

"Ma Eywa, Miles! Are you okay?! You are so pale... What happened?" Nuyia squatted next to him, laying her hands on his cheeks. His skin was warm and sweaty, but he has no temperature. He was just shocked.

Miles looked at Nuyia, resting his forehead on her shoulder and closing his eyes.

"I heard everything. I heard the ancestors. I heard their memories from the war sixteen years ago. I felt their death, Nuyia. I felt their death, pain... Everything. I felt what humans did. And now... I know you were right. Eywa is real. I felt her too. And I feel her now. On the ground under my knees, in my nose. Even in my eyes. Finally... Finally, I've became to understand that phrase.

"What phrase?" She looked at his eyes which became really huge and round.

"You know what phrase. 'I see you'. Oel ngati kameie.'

Now Nuyia's eyes became bigger. For the first time, Miles said that with understanding. She saw him in Eywa too but said nothing. Nuyia only smiled.

"I'm afraid, Miles. What if my mother hates me? Or is angry at me?" Nuyia held three sprigs in her right hand.

Quaritch took her other hand and squizzed.

"Everything'll be okay, Nuyia. I'm next to you. That is your mother. You know she loves you. Even if she is dead. Tell her everything. Eywa knows that you'll say the truth. And your mother will know that too. If something will happened, I'm next to you. As you were beside me.

Nuyia sighed and finally connected to the Tree of Voices. She heard the ancestors from the beginning. She smiled, closing her eyes. She missed them so much.

"Nuyia, oeyä 'ite... Nuyia, my daughter..." Nuyia heard. She recognized the voice of her own mother.

"Sa'nok... Mother..." She started to cry, happy to hear her mother. "Ngaytxoa. I'm sorry." Nuyia felt Miles's hand on her shoulder. It gave her strength.

"Oe ìmpeyam ngaìlä. I waited for you."

"Oe omun. Oe txopu sì. I know. I'm afraid."

"'Upe? What?"

"Ngenga ve'ki oe... That you hate me..."

Rrrta’awä laughed.

"Ke, oeyä 'ite. Oe ke ìmtsun. No, my daughter. I couldn't."

Nuyia started crying loudly. She told her mother she missed her and wanted to explain everything. Nuyia told Rrrta’awä the story with all the details. Rrrta’awä wasn't angry. She wasn't even disappointed. She finally understood her own daughter. She was young and in love.

"Nuyia... I feel a man next to you. It's not García. But another demon." Rrrta’awä said in English. "Who is that?"

"My... My friend. His name is Miles." Until recently Nuyia thought that Miles isn't her friend but now... He defended her a couple of times. They spent a lot of time together - hunting, training, flying on ikran. Nuyia every day showed Miles many things and places. And she liked teaching him. Even if he was a moron. Tall, massive, rude, and vulgar moron. He was her friend.

"I want to talk with him."

"Sa'nok..."

"I want to talk with that Miles, Nuyia."

The girl sighed and open her golden eyes red because of tears. She looked at Miles who was confused.

"My mother wants to talk with you."

"Your... Your mother? But... How?" He asked.

"Just connect to the same sprig as me and close your eyes."

He did it and heard Nuyia's mother.

"So you are Miles."

"Hello, ma'am. Nice to meet you. You wanna talk with me."

"Yes. My daughter told me everything. I know you are a demon. Like García. Thank you for defending her and saving her life."

"You're welcome."

"Probably you know that I have a favor. No, not a favor. A demand. Relevant to my daughter." Rrrta’awä was talking to Miles only so Nuyia didn't hear her. "My daughter isn't happy. I am worried about her. She is my only daughter, Miles."

"I know it, ma'am, but I don't know what shall I do. Nuyia is better than a month ago."

He heard a sigh.

"You don't know how Nuyia was before that massacre. She smiled a lot, literally glowed. Every kid in the village wanted to be like her. She was a... how do you say? Role model? I am afraid that she won't get her energy and glow back. So, please... Save my daughter, Miles. Promise me that you will save my only child from madness. I beg you.

Miles didn't know how to respond in another way than agreement.

"I promise, ma'am. I promise that I'm going to save Nuyia."

Miles literally felt the smile of Nuyia's mother.

"And two more things, Miles. One: don't come closer to my daughter. In relation. If something will happen, ask Sänume or Unipey about that. They told you what to do and what to not do. Two: Oel ngati kameie. Both of you. You and Nuyia. Tell her that."

"I'll tell. Oel ngati kameie, Rrrta’awä."

Rrrta’awä disappeared and Miles disconnect from the Tree of Voices.

He promised. But he has known that he couldn't keep that promises. He must hurt Nuyia. Psychically.

Miles looked at Nuyia and smiled at her, knowing that she'll hate him and try to kill him in the future.

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lvbrdz · 1 month

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ਹਾਣ ਦਾ

ਉਹ ਜੋ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਉੱਚੀਆਂ ਨੀਵੀਆਂ ਰਾਹਾਂ ਤੇ ਤੋਰ ਦਿੰਦਾ ਹੈ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੀ ਝਾਂਜਰ ਦੇ ਬੋਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਸਮਝਦਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਉਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਬਾਰੇ ਸੱਬ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਹੈ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੀ ਸੋਚਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਹਰ ਵਕ਼ਤ ਲੜਦਾ ਹੈ ਰਹਿੰਦਾ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਜ਼ੋਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਸੋਚਦਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਹਾਸਿਲ ਕਰ ਲਾਵੇਗਾ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਕੋਹੇਨੂਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਮਨ ਹੀ ਮਨ ਮੰਨੀ ਬੈਠਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੈਥੋਂ ਚੁਰਾ ਲਾਊਗਾ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਕਿਸੇ ਚੋਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਕਹਿੰਦਾ ਹੈ ਕੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਪੱਟ ਲਾਊਗਾ ਪੰਖ ਫੈਲਾ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਕਿਸੇ ਮੋਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਚੁੱਪਾ ਫੜਨੀਆਂ ਚਾਹੁੰਦਾ ਹੈ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਸ਼ੋਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਖੁਦ ਨੂੰ ਸਿਰੇ ਦਾ ਨਸ਼ਾ ਹੈ ਮੰਨਦਾ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੀ ਤੋੜਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਕਹਿੰਦਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਤੁਰਦੀ ਖੁਦ ਤੇ ਮਾਣ ਕਰੇਂਗੀ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੀ ਚੋੜਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਸਮਝਦਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਮੈਂ ਓਹਦੇ ਪਿਆਰ ਚ ਝੁਮਾਂਗੀ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੀ ਲੋਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਕਹਿੰਦਾ ਹੈ ਕੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਚੰਨ ਜਹੀ ਨੂੰ ਉਹ ਇਕ ਤਕ ਵੇਖ ਸਕਦਾ ਏ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਕਿਸੇ ਚਕੋਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਜ਼ੁਲਫ਼ਾਂ ਦਾ ਹਨੇਰ ਮਾਨਣਾ ਚਾਹੁੰਦਾ ਏ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਕਿਸੇ ਘਟਾ-ਘਨਘੋਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਕਹਿੰਦਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਛੱਡ ਪਸ਼ਤਾਏਂਗੀ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੀ ਥੋੜ੍ਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਕਹਿੰਦਾ ਹੈ ਕੇ ਜੇ ਮੈਂ ਚਿੰਬੜ ਗਿਆ ਤਾਂ ਉਤਾਰਦਾ ਨਈ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਕਿਸੇ ਜੋਂਕਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ ਉਹ ਜੋ ਖੁਦ ਨੂੰ ਵੱਡਾ ਸ਼ੁਕੀਨ ਹੈ ਸਮਝਦਾ ਹਜੇ ਉਹ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਸ਼ੌਂਕਾਂ ਦੇ ਹਾਣ ਦਾ

-Lvbrdz

Oh jo mainu uchiya neeviya raaha te tor dinda hai, Haje Oh hoyea hi nai meri jhanjhar de bora de haan da, Oh jo samajhda hai ki oh mere bare sab janda hai, Haje oh hoyea hi nai meri socha de haan da Oh jo mere nal har waqt larda hai rehnda, Haje oh hoyea hi nai mere zora de haan da Oh jo sochda hai ki mainu haasil kr lavega, Haje oh hoyea hi nai kohenoora de haan da Oh jo mann hi mann mani baitha hai ki mainu maitho chura lauga Haje oh hoyea hi nai kise chora de haan da Oh jo kehnda hai ke mainu pat lauga pankh faila Haje oh hoyea hi nai kise mora de haan da Oh jo meriya chupa farna chahunda hai Haje oh hoyea hi nai mere shora de haan da Oh jo khud nu sire da nasha hai manda Haje oh hoye hi nai meri torha de haan da Oh jo kehnda hai ki mere nal turdi khud te mann karengi Haje oh hoyea hi nai meri chorrha de haan da Oh jo samjhda hai ki main ohde pyar ch jhumangi Haje oh hoyea hi nai meri lora de haan da Oh jo kehnda hai ke mainu chann jahi nu oh ik tak vekh sakda ae Haje oh hoyea hi nai kise chakora de haan da Oh jo meriya zulfa da haner mann na chahunda ae Haje oh hoyea hi nai kise ghta-ghanghora de haan da Oh jo kehnda hai ki mainu shad pashtayengi Haje oh hoyea hi nai meri thorha de haan da Oh jo kehnda hai ke je main chimbar geya ta utarda nai, Haje oh hoyea hi nai kise jonka de haan da Oh Jo khud nu wadda shukeen hai samajhda Haje oh hoyea hi nai mere kise shaunka de haan da

English Translation:

He who puts me on high and low tides He's not even a match to my anklet balls He who thinks he knows everything about me He do not even know what my thinkings are He who fights with me all the time He is no match against my strengths He who thinks that he will get me He has to be 'koh-e-noor's' match first He who thinks that he will steal me from me He has to become ultimate thief first He who says that I will be mesmerized by his colorful wings He's not even close to the peacock's skills He who wants to catch my silence He still cant withstand my turbulance He who believes himself to be the ultimate drug He is way far from what my body can consume He who says that I will be proud of myself walking with him He still do not know what things I blabber about He who thinks that I will dance in his love He's still do not know that on which beat my feet taps He who says that he can stare continuously at mine moonlike beauty He do not know how 'Chukar Partridge' can stare at Moon for hours He who wants to lay down under my dark hairs He cant even withstand thunderstorm He who says that I will regret losing him He does not know what I have lost in my life He says is that if he clings then it will be difficult to remove him He is no match with leeches yet He who considers himself a trend starter He still don't know what trends I am into

*Chukar Partridge: a bird from Indian folklore who stares at moon continuously

*Koh-e-noor: Diamond

#punjabi shayari #poetry #wording #poem #shayari #love poem #0424

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luckyshotwrites · 10 months

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Ch. 78 // Rat In A Maze // Day 54 Part 1

Contents (Warnings): Lynette's back to the old grind, and already regretting it. (slight fearplay, slight angst, slight vore mention, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on - A03

Wordcount: 3,700

Song I correlate to this Chapter: I wanna be yours - dramatic violin interlude (Joey Sunny)

Side note: This chapter will be with Lynette's part in third person (I'm playing/testing with it). If it's too disorienting this far into the story, go ahead and send me a message on this post! And or if you like this better, do the same!

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(Nov. 17th, Thursday night)

Lynette

"No." Lynette's brother told her sternly. He didn't even look away from his phone. He put another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Wicks-"

He swallowed and flicked his head at her. "Lentils," he dropped his spoon back on his plate. He shifted and turned on his bar stool to face her. "Claudia got into your head, didn't she?"

The apartment felt quieter without Claudia and her small pranks consisting of moving furniture, poking them from across the apartment with her arms, standing outside rooms without making a single noise then leaving, and hiding and jumping out at them. Something at which got her in trouble with Wicks a lot.

Lynette played with his statement in her head. If I can make it, I'll be set for life, and I'll never have to ask you guys for money for as long as I live. Even pay you back if you need it! "I can do it, Wicks."

His hazelnut coffee-colored eyes grabbed her face. He released a single breath, "If you're dead set on returning to that pizzeria, I'm giving you a weapon and teaching you how to use it."

A weapon? "What?"

Wicks didn't let up; he nodded. "I'll talk to Edgar; if not, it's staying in your car while you're at work." He turned back to his honey-nut Cheerios. "You need it."

"I don't need a weapon."

He pointed his spoon toward her, spilling some milk on the floor. It broke the tension between them. They both looked down, Lynette went to grab the napkins.

"Aah, no."

"But,"

"That's my fault." He regained his composure. "And yes, you do need it, Lynette. You need to defend yourself. God forbid you end up inside something, and it wants to kill you." Wicks gritted his teeth at the idea. His fist clenched the spoon. "So it's either you agree to my terms, or you're not going back."

I'll need it... The thought of hurting someone scared her, but she couldn't argue with him. "Okay."

"Good." He turned back to the cereal and saw her reach for the napkin again, he had forgot about the spill. He threw himself from the barstool, flicking his spoon, it dropped to the floor creating a bigger mess. "Lentils, stop, that's my mess!"

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(Nov. 18th, Friday)

Lynette

Lynette lingered in her punch bug. Claudia's not here.

Lynette put her head on the hands that clutched the top of the steering wheel. How am I going to manage this? She had time to learn about them all slowly, yet she felt in the dark about today. All she knew was that it was Lev's turn and that Zilla was on vacation with her brother.

After another two minutes, she took a few deep breaths, opened her door, and slinked out. She locked her car and walked to the building. She tugged at her stiff collar, why does it feel so tight?

"Lynette?"

Drake's voice hummed from a few parking spaces away. He just got here too? Not that she should be surprised, she drove to work early out of habit.

"H-hi." Why am I so nervous? He's the least threatening of the three.

When she faced him, he suddenly closed his mouth and stared. At least, she assumed he did. It was hard to tell with his bangs.

Are we in a Mexican Stand-Off?

Her voice wobbled out, "Dr-a-ke?"

He pulled at the front of his shirt, looked down at his, then back at hers, "I think your shirts on backward."

Lynette looked at hers. The left breast pocket with the pizza dude was gone. That explains why my collar constricted me. "Ah, thank you."

She walked with him and put her arms inside her shirt. She twisted it around her body. There.

He spoke up, "My dad mentioned what happened."

"Oh." I should have expected that. "Claudia's in a much safer place now and is rooming with Tila too." I'm glad she looked happy.

"And have you been staying somewhere safe?" Drake asked.

He scanned her badge at the door.

She took her badge from her pocket and put it on her shirt. "Yeah, I'm back at my apartment." Whether I deserve it or not.

Drake allowed her to go inside first. The fresh ingredients hit my nose, the ones of meat, spices, and sauces. Her body's positive reaction reassured her that her coworkers didn't make her dislike Pizza. Pizza sounds good right now.

"That's good." There was another pause between them. Their silent stride near side by side continued.

Drake broke it, "I didn't expect you to return,"

"You and me both," she replied, quietly. "I got a plan, though...for the future."

"So, not now?"

Her shoulders weakly dropped. "It's a process."

"DRAKE, YOU FUCKER."

Her shoulders had their kingdoms second rise. Xander. Alexander ignored her, which was a blessing.

Drake turned around with a snide smile, "what's up, dude?" The vampire beast ducked and side-stepped to avoid the grab.

"Don't you what's up me-"

"Lynette, you should move."

She did as Drake requested.

Alexander's eyes drifted toward her, "Oh great, shrimps ba-"

Upon his focus being misdirected, Drake swerved and threw his back into him, regained a grip on his arm, then crouched forward and flipped Alexander over his shoulder.

His body collided with the floor hard, THUD.

"You jerk," Alexander groaned from the floor.

Drake leaned over Alexander with a haughty expression, "Didn't you tell me Wednesday to "pay more attention?"" Drake's sass scorned with mockery.

Alexander gave a half-assed smile, more annoyed than anything

Alexander put his arms behind his head and planted his hands on the floor. Drake moved back.

He reeled his legs up, throwing his body onto his feet. He raised from the kip up and rolled his shoulders. "Pay more attention." He grumbled, picking up his hat, "We weren't in combat, asshole."

"Right, because someone running up to you and calling you a 'fucker' is supposed to be inviting?"

Alexander rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "You fucking deserve it for sending me those crybaby kingdom spoilers."

He then shifted in Lynette's direction and scowled.

He's gonna say I told you so, isn't he? She expected him to tell her how stupid she was for going to Claudia's. I don't regret it.

His eyelids dropped, and he lifted up his right hand. He pushed up his glasses when he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Stop cowering like that."

She grumbled, "Maybe if you smiled instead of looking annoyed, I'd cower less." Lynette looked up at him. Her next mistake.

"Tsk," he fixed his gaze down, "I'm disappointed, because I gotta smell your strong ass scent all the time again."

The red-head turned away, "can't you plug your nose or something."

"Or you could just-"

"Stop!" Lynette interrupted him with a squeak.

She internally screamed and covered her ears, "No way, no how, I WILL NEVER." I would rather he just call me an idiot for going to Claudia's. She glanced at the time clock. "I'm scanning in."

She lifted up her badge and did so, leaving the two behind. That's two out of three so far. She thought to herself as she walked to the counter, ready to trade places with Viola.

...

Viola's hug felt like a warm welcome. "Lynette! Glad to see you back and kickin'."

Glad to still be kickin'. "Hey, Viola." Lynette tapped the sirens arm to let her know if she kept squeezing her bones would break. Viola let go and Lynette huffed a few times. "So, I heard you were at the wedding. Sorry, I didn't see you."

She waved her hand, picking up her mop. "Psh, don't worry, we can always hang out during another girls' day. I'll bring Elise next time too."

"I'd be happy to meet her."

"Sorry to interrupt the chatter, ladies~." She heard the last of the three finally arrive. I'm working the registers with him, great.

"You look in a good mood," Viola mentioned.

She finished mopping the spill in front of our counter.

Lev took his place next to her, relatively close and not remotely near his register. Lynette felt like he pushed her toward the pizza rack "I'm always in a wonderful mood, Vi~."

She shuffled over slightly.

"But maybe I am more excited for today than other days." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Lev, play nice," Viola warned, threatening him with her mop handle.

He put his hands up, "Please, Vi. I always take such good care of my favorite little human."

Why did he say it like that? "Mmm," Viola said with a squint as she went to clean off the tables.

Lynette didn't understand why his suave voice lingered on that word until their old maid bet popped into her mind.

"You don't have the potion, do you?!" Claudia should not be able to make it. She's restricted.

She scanned him, and he refused to look back. He only carried a smile on his lips.

"Don't get too distracted now, Lynette," He pointed up at the people coming in. "We've got customers to handle."

...

She went to break a little earlier than Lev. I almost forgot about that stupid deal.

His presence played her spine like a xylophone. His arm wrapped around the top of her chair and he leaned over her. She flinched and watched him clink the bottle onto the table in front of her.

Her head slowly glanced over her shoulder at him. "When did Claudia give you that?"

"During your vacation." Lev's flame-yellow hue took in every detail of her face. "How was the wedding? Fun?"

Does he know? She held back her answer. I can't see Drake or Xander saying something unless Xander complained about me.

"Of course, it was fun. I got to see my family." She neglected to mention the faint haze still over her from that week.

Analytically observing her, Lev raised a brow, "really?"

She changed the subject, "Are you going to tell me about your game or what?"

"Aw, don't like surprises, Lynette?"

"When it's any of you making them, no," She replied. He finally pulled away and went to sit down. "Besides, why even play a game when you're giving me this?" You want to watch me fail, don't you?

"It's a game I tailored for you when you're tiny." He snickered, holding a giddy expression. He sat across from me. "You'll be the one to control who wins."

"I doubt that."

Lev put his elbows on the table and laid his chin on his hands. His fingers curled around the sides of his face. "Such little faith in us." He watched her pick up the bottle. "I'm sure we'll all take good care of you on our days."

He always looks so smug. She examined the liquid then his words ran in front of her like before.

"Days?" SHOOT. I forgot.

"A day with each of us," Lev said.

"You don't work tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I'll bring you back safe and sound tomorrow, Lynette~."

Wicks is going to kill me. She felt like an idiot. I didn't make a deal with Alexander this time, so he shouldn't do anything, and I trust Drake enough. While Lev... Lynette thought of the number of hours she'd have with him. Technically, Lev would have the least amount of time, so...that's a plus, right? She knew it wasn't.

Lev felt worse than Alexander to her. The games and things Lev suggested were more observational and calculated.

I'm glad Zilla doesn't eat humans. They're very similar, aren't they?

"What's wrong, Lynette? Are you imagining all the fun we'll have tonight?"

"Of course not," She said. Lynette uncorked the bottle and moved it to her mouth. She stopped as he watched her. "Is it different than before?"

"It's the exact same."

She sniffed it with suspicion.

"Would I lie to you?"

She raised her head, "You've done it before."

He smirked, "I've never lied to you, Lynette." He made sure their gazes met. "I've simply never fully articulated what I meant and allowed you to create your own conclusion."

She pursed her lips, dissatisfied with his answer. Fine. She threw it back and got up from her chair when she finished. "There. Now I have to call my brother and tell him I won't be coming home tonight..."

...

Alexander

Her nagging scent made his stomach growl. She's not even in here. His lip raised with his vexation.

He pressed his focus elsewhere, first on Drake going to get a drink, then on the structure Lev set on the table. "What's that?" It was rounded like a giant cheese wheel with a few small doors, all gray even the doors, and raised off the table.

"The game."

Alexander looked at the door in the center leading inside. "No shit. What are we doing with it?"

The cocksure male smiled, "We're not doing anything with it; it's for Lynette."

He hunched forward, put his palms down on his knees, and exhaled. "What is she doing with it?" You're such a little shit.

"Decide who wins today," Lev said. He put his grin up on a higher shelf.

Alexander almost threw himself from his seat, but Lynette arrived.

"I was getting so worried you wouldn't make it back in time and would shrink at the front desk," Lev teased as he walked to her.

Lynette skittishly avoided his approach. She pointed out to the table. "What is that?" When she was close enough to the table she put her phone and wallet case attached to it on the table.

"Don't bother asking him." Alexander groaned.

"Wendie, I couldn't tell you everything about the game without our star here." Lev advertised her as if she was on sale.

Alexander went to get out of the chair, and Drake's hand went on his shoulder.

"He's not worth it."

Alexander stayed seated and sniffed the air briefly. His nose scrunched. He knew the familiar sweet yet sickening smell. "I thought you said you were going back to your original drinking plan?"

The blonde felt the frustration when Drake took back his hand. "I have to ease off it."

That's bullshit. He went to call Drake out, then his body threw itself up as he saw Lynette fall out of mid-air. Regardless of the distance, his body still went to catch her, it would have dove if Lev didn't.

"There it is," Lev said.

He held her upside down by her ankle and moved her close to his face. "Huh, I didn't know it made her pass out."

Alexander pointed to the table. "Bring her to the table and stop holding her like that. You're going to drop her."

"She'd be fine if I did," Lev said, swinging her unconscious body back and forth.

He went to grab her from Lev, but the dragon, in a human case, jumped back. Lev flipped her up in the air like a coin.

Alexander followed and went to get her. Lev looped his leg behind him, and he threw his weight and knee into the one between Alexander's legs. It took out his right left and Alexander fell forward onto his knees.

Lev caught her again.

The hybrid snapped his head back, "Quit fucking around with her." WHY THE HELL IS IT BEAT MY ASS DAY

...

Lynette

Lev's cool breath greeted her when she awoke.

He smiled wide, "You look so cute."

All her comfortability drained from her body being so close to his face. "Can you put me down on the table, please?"

His looked like he wanted to refuse. Eventually, he released all his fingers except his thumb and middle, which he wrapped around her hips.

He held her above the hole at the center.

"I'll drop you inside the game," Lev hesitated as he watched Alexander stare. The blonde sat at the opposite end of the table.

Alexander looks more frustrated than usual.

"What's inside it!?" She asked.

Lev lowered her feet closer to the opening, "A maze. You'll start at the center and have the rest of the lunch period to make it out of one of the four doors." He pointed around with his other hand, "and whichever door you open first is who gets to have you.~"

"S-so if I open a door and it's empty..-"

"You're free." Lev went close once more and whispered from behind her, "If you don't make it to a door before the end of my lunch period, I win by default."

Lynette stuffed down her fear, "How do I know no one will switch chairs?"

Lev tilted his head in Alexander's direction. "You really think stick in the mud over there would let us."

Alexander's eyebrows knitted a sweater with their closeness, "I hope you choke if you get her."

Lev let out a hearty yet deeper laugh, "Don't worry, when I win, I'll make sure you watch me savor her."

Alexander shivered, "Fuck you."

They're so gross.

Lev dropped her without warning.

She fell straight into the dark hole, and he closed the top. Not an ounce of light bled inside. "Thirty minutes from now, Lynette."

I'm happy I got over my fear of the dark. "I can't see!" She shouted. He either didn't hear her or ignored her.

From above, Lev said, "Wait a minute, Lynette." Lynette could hear his voice from the covered hole above.

She stumbled as the floor shifted slightly. It moved...Lynette realized why the structure wasn't flat on the table. Oh no.

Her world started spinning, and she fell back into the wall and clutched onto it, so she wouldn't be thrown into every wall like a penny in a washing machine.

After a minute or two, he abruptly stopped it. The hard jerk sent her flying into the wood. Unharmed, her head still spun. Lynette stumbled and tried to recapture her footing.

She lost all sense of direction.

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. She traced her hands along the finely carved walls. She used it to stand and guide her.

I might not even be able to finish in time. She cursed Lev's name under her breath. Who builds stuff like this? The walls feel bumpy, too...like brail? DID HE EVEN- That would imply he did this all by hand. I don't know enough brail besides the signs on the restroom. It baffled Lynette. Why would he put this much effort into a gamble?

She roamed, occasionally bumping into a dead end as she did. This is so humiliating. I can't even see; if I could, would I know whose door I'm at?

I just want to relax. Unlike most people, Lynette liked the registers, maybe because the her lack of communication outside her family.

It was then she heard tapping, something sounded like it was moving near her. She scrambled back and couldn't see a thing. Where? It came from behind her now.

Is something inside with me? A snake? Did he put animals in here or bugs?! The thought of a giant bug or snake eating her, made her rush away from the sounds. "LEV!" Her shouts went unanswered.

She finally crashed into something with a knob. She ran her hands along the whole surface to make sure. Next, she touched a plaque?

"Who's name is this?" She muttered aloud. Would Lev actually put everyone's real names? Nicknames? Maybe last names? Does he know everyone's middle names? Lynette asked herself. What if this isn't even brail? He could be messing with me.

The rattling at least stopped.

I shouldn't wait for it to come back, screw it. She gripped the handle and opened the door.

Her eyes blurred with the light at first, then when they adjusted she looked up she exhaled aloud, thank God.

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Drake

As Lev's heartbeat galloped, Drake caught it in his ears.

He's enjoying this way too much.

Without looking up from the structure Lev spoke to Drake, "Impressed?"

"Perturbed."

Lev tilted his head away and at the black haired fellow, lifting up his clawed fingers from the top. "Why? It's not like I filled it with bugs."

Drake didn't turn his head from Lev's direction. Though, his red eyes went back to Alexander. The hybrid watched over the roof as if he kept track of her.

He's antsy.

The panic and worry with Lynette's sound yanked him to it. He brought the blood pouch back to his lips and drank what was left. It'd taste better fresh. He crabbed at his thought. You know you can't bite her when she's like that, why even consider it?

"What's wrong, Drake? You look tense." Lev's mocking voice danced around him.

Don't you start with me, Lawless.

"Nothing."

"Uh-huh.~"

The handle of his door jiggled and a few seconds after, Lynette stumbled out. She let out a sigh of relief upon seeing him. Behind his bangs, his eyes narrowed. That's insulting. He did have an agreement with Lynette that he wouldn't do anything with her most of the time. You can at least act like I'm a threat, or... No, that'd piss me off more.

"Lynette."

She sat down in front of him, "hi, Drake."

There was no sign of disappointment on Lev's face. "How was it, Lynette? Fun? I told you I'd give you a proper chance to win."

"I WAS IN THE DARK AND I SWEAR SOMETHING WAS IN THERE" She cried. "And was that brail on the walls?"

His excitement jumped again. "You noticed?" Then he put a hand to his lips, pretending to be shocked. "Dark? Hmm, I clearly remember installing lights." He glanced down at the box and put his hand underneath it. There was a click and from the door she had opened, lights shined from inside. "And as for something following you, I don't know what you're talking about." He tapped the top of the maze before letting his claws recede.

"LEV!!!"

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Bestie I hope you're doing alright <333 I just need to let you know that i love the emperor obi wan fic?? I marriage oh god i mourn for them both, both had such different expectations but why don't they just COMMUNICATE oh god they're idiots your honour And oh the different ways in which they pray and the braids!!

In some ways, Obi-Wan is asking an entirely different question now.

“Would you like to spar?” he says.

Would you stand by me? he means. When I’m wrong, will you correct me and force me to try again?

Will you stay?

And Anakin says yes.

i love this scene and the words and the way you show us them getting over their differences <3 and the plot over the poison!! i was expecting it to go like in the movie, you know, that anakin cooks the meal but komari humiliates him by asking him to take the first bite but ths is just!!! so perfect!!! will we see obi going undercover into the kingdom? i can't wait to see how you've planned it all out bestie i already love all your writing 💜💜💜

Ahhh thank you!! This fic is such a pain in the ass (affectionate), it's really a labor of love.

We all know Obi-Wan and Anakin are incapable of communicating on the first try (or even the twentieth try). They had to do a whole lot of work to undo first impressions and then find their way from there. But one of the biggest problems is that they won't even admit what they want out of it!!

Obi-Wan is out here going "Please love me, please love me" but he REFUSES to say that aloud because he's too afraid to hear a refusal. In his mind, nothing is making sense anyway, because (spoiler alert) Tatooine was the one who asked for the marriage. He really thought that Anakin WANTED to marry him, and he feels like he's being jerked around when Anakin's behavior seems to show that he never did.

I think there's definitely a bitter, self-hating sort of sentiment here where Obi-Wan is thinking that he's somehow unloveable. So in this scene with the spar, he's thinking "Will you stay?" because he's willing to settle for being coworkers and being friends, even if it means he'll never have a loving marriage. (And it's such a relief that Anakin says yes to even that. Like, progress in SPADES)

They're slowly sort of figuring out their emotions and trying to reconcile their cultural differences at the same time. I'm hoping the next arc (after the poison thing) will be very hindi-love-song-esque (ie: if ch 6-8 was jashn-e-bahaara, Tatooine arc will be in lamhon ke daaman mein ((sex included))

Glad I can still surprise you even though you clearly know the movie well!! I remember rewatching it before starting this fic and going "Wow what do you mean no one has made this extremely specific crossover as a fic already?" Like to me it was so vividly clear that Komari was Maham Anga and Xanatos was Adham Khan but somewhere along the way I threw out Sujamal's plotline and added more siblings and omegaverse and a whole bunch of Force philosophy and it became its whole own beast!

Obi-Wan's definitely going to get a chance to explore Tatooine (mostly at Anakin's side, but not always) because I want him to get some direct insight on Anakin's culture and traditions. I have yet to decide how much anonymity he has, but I feel like the people of Tatooine are pretty chill about royalty. Also they'll get to go to a temple, which I'm pretty excited about!!

#post ch 11 the boys are gonna be having a (mostly) good vacation in Tatooine #it's a bit ''aisa desh hai mera'' of them #obikin #emperor obi-wan au #I know I caused all the problems but I just want them to be happy again #literally thank you so much for your essay of an ask #I've been stupid busy with college so it's nice to think of my boys #imjusttoofunky

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1836 Oct[obe]r Thurs[day] 27

7 55/..

12 40/..

No kiss fine morn[in]g – d[o]wnst[ai]rs at 8 3/4 – Ch[arle]s How[ar]th and W[illia]m Keigh[le]y h[a]d been wait[in]g for me 20 min[ute]s –

set the form[e]r w[i]th his son Ja[me]s to hang the gate at the top corn[e]r of Conery Ing and took W[illia]m K- [Keighley] to cut

off a few brok[e]n branches of an oak at the bot[tom] of Pearson Ing (n[ea]r the larch tree) and then w[e]nt

w[i]th h[i]m to Spa h[ou]se to shew h[i]m A-‘s [Ann] four larches to be cut d[o]wn -he will cut them d[o]wn

on Mon[day] – ho[me] at 9 55/.. Mr. Husb[an]d and Dobson (the stone merch[an]t) wait[in]g for me - told H- [Husband]

I w[oul]d ha[ve] a warm bath in the pres[en]t kitchen - alter the stab[le]s and turn the pres[en]t front stab[le]

int[o] a manserv[an]t’s bedr[oo]m – w[oul]d n[o]t ha[ve] the gr[ea]t oak King posts squar[e]d or alt[ere]d to ma[ke] mo[re]

r[oo]m at the end of the gall[er]y lead[in]g the red r[oo]m and north chamb[e]r - to be cas[e]d ov[e]r in their pres[en]t shape -

Dobson want[e]d to kno[w] the date of his last bill for insides (st[one] for the Long goit) –

Look[e]d ov[e]r my acc[oun]ts and ga[ve] him the informat[io]n he want[e]d – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 3/4 - Mrs. and

Miss Briggs call[e]d at 11 – wait[e]d 10 min[ute]s in the h[ou]sekeep[e]r’s r[oo]m till we h[a]d br[eak]f[a]st[e]d –

the 1st ti[me] of their com[in]g here s[in]ce they left us - we were ver[y] civ[i]l to them and I st[ai]d w[i]th

them till n[ea]r 12 - they remain[e]d so[me] ti[me] long[e]r w[i]th A- [Ann] - out fr[om] a lit[tle] bef[ore] 12 (ab[ou]t)

till 1, then n[ea]r an h[ou]r w[i]th A- [Ann] then out ag[ai]n till ca[me] in at 5 50/.. at the meer-drift and in the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t – dress[e]d –

wr[ote] 1 3/4 p[ages] to ‘Mrs. Lawton, Lawton hall, Lawton, Cheshire’ and s[e]nt it tonight – we

shall be delight[e]d to see h[e]r on the 2[n]d or 3[r]d of next m[on]th i.e. next Wed[nesday] or Thurs[day]

hope she will n[o]t disap[poin]t us if she can help it - she h[a]d best ta[ke] her pl[a]ce

in the mail to Bradford, - tell the guard to blow his horn, and let her alight at

the Lodge - will prepare her old fr[ien]d Matty Pollard for her arriv[a]l and I mys[elf] will

ta[ke] ca[re] she (M- [Mariana]) does n[o]t lose hers[elf] bet[ween] the Lodge and the h[ou]se – wr[ote] no[te] to ‘The Rev[eren]d Rob[er]t Wilkins[o]n Heath’

to ask h[i]m ‘to co[me] whenev[e]r m[o]st conven[ien]t to him bef[ore] Wed[nesday] (b[u]t n[o]t on Mon[day]) respect[in]g

the will of my late a[un]t - and wr[ote] no[te] to ‘Mr. Lister appraiser Halifax’ to ask him

to co[me] at 3 p.m. tomor[row] or Sat[urday] to val[ue] the wardrobe of my late a[un]t – seal[e]d and

direct[e]d all the ab[ov]e (let[ter] notes) at the din[ner] tab[le] and s[e]nt them off by Frank soon aft[e]r

7 – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch al[ou]d as us[ua]l – 1/2 asleep on the sofa

till 10 - then wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today - Booth here this morn[in]g - at Hilltop in the

aft[ernoo]n – settl[e]d - Mr. Carter h[a]s no object[io]n to the new barn and h[ou]se being in a line w[i]th his

moth[e]r’s cot[tage] and so it is to be - 2 masons (Amos and Jos[e]ph Sharpe) at the west tow[e]r –

2 d[itt]o flagg[in]g the new court – Rob[er]t Mann + 4 low[erin]g and level[in]g in front of the h[ou]se and g[o]t

the hall-cellar-drain dry out so as to drain off all the wat[e]r (6in. deep) out of the cellar –

Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Joseph help[in]g the masons at the west tow[e]r – pull[in]g d[o]wn the gard[e]n terr[a]ce

wall and dress[in]g the st[one] (Jos[e]ph w[a]s help[in]g the gard[ene]r in the morn[in]g) - the gard[ene]r and John Booth and Ch[arl]es

and Ja[me]s How[ar]th stubb[in]g up the old apple-trees in the orch[ar]d and clear[in]g the gr[ou]nd - Frank cart[in]g

st[one] for the dry arching 2 l[oa]ds rough throughs fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quarry and the rest st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall –

Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s H- [Howarth] at Hilltop all yest[erday] and Tues[day] aft[ernoo]n pull[in]g d[o]wn the old cot[tage]s and barn – Ingh[a]m + 2

men and a boy wall[in]g east parapet wall along the outside arch - 2 York joiners in the hall and 2

Hilltop cot[age]s and barn

pull[e]d d[ow]n

251

1836

Oct[obe]r

jobb[in]g as us[ua]l - the gallery all tak[e]n d[o]wn yest[erday] to the red r[oo]m and n[or]th chamb[e]r and no gett[in]g int[o] eith[e]r

b[u]t by a ladd[e]r int[o] the lit[tle] sq[uare] lobby open[in]g int[o] them - a new beam put up today for the fut[ure]

gall[er]y floor - Mark Hepw[or]th and the N[orth]g[a]te carts cart[in]g soil in front of the h[ou]se topp[i]ng up the gr[ea]t

embankm[en]t – ver[y] fine day F[ahrenheit] 32° now at 10 50/.. p.m. the 1st ti[me] this seas[o]n of being at the freez[in]g point –

my no[te]s tonight writ[ten] in the 1st pers[o]n - will n[o]t wr[it]e Miss L- [Lister] mean[in]g to ta[ke] the brevet

immed[iatel]y – No[te] fr[om] Mr. Wilkins[o]n to say comp[limen]ts and he will co[me] at 11 a.m. on Sat[urday] Mr. List[e]r

will try to co[me] tomor[row]

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 1 year

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"T-told you not to tou-urp-ch w-what is mine, d-didn't I?"

Morty froze, his shiny, cherry colored lips parting for a gasp as he was forcefully pulled up by his hair from his bed where he was peacefully (hornily) sleeping. A barrel of a gun pressed against his temple, as his tearful eyes met with furious blues.

"I-i'm s-sorry, Rick!" He breathed. The metal pressed painfully.

"S-selfish, ba-urp-ad boys don't get to s-say sorrys! I told you, didn't I? Y-you are mine. O-only I can t-urp-ouch you, yet you dared t-to disobey?!" Broad fingers ran down his side, the callouses roughly sliding on sensitive skin.

"I-I-I… i-it was an accident!" Morty whined, his cock under his pink panties still achingly hard. He was dreaming about his Rick, and he might have gripped himself in his sleep, but-

"Accident, huh?" Icy voice growled, hooking a wandering finger into his panty, snapping the band that slapped against Miami Morty's loin in a painful sting. "I'll sh-ough-ow you a-accindent!"

The gun pressed harder against his head, making Morty breathless, scared, and more turned on than ever before. Miami Rick dragged the gun down, slowly sliding it against Morty's lips, through his pretty pink nipples, back down on his spine, until it slipped under his hot pink underwear, between his ass cheeks.

Morty jerked, breathing hard and fast. Miami Rick's hand gripped his long, blond hair, turning his face upward, making him look straight into those ice cold blues.

"B-bad boys, who can't ta-urp-ke orders, must be p-punished," he said. The cold metal of the gun made Morty tremble, in fear, in want, he didn't know. Licking his strawberry-flavored lips, he gasped for air. The dark scent of leather, gunpowder and alcohol invaded his senses, making his head spin.

Miami Morty whimpered.

"Y-you insatiable bitch," murmured Rick, withdrawing the gun, just to press it against his back, between his shoulder blades. "A-are you a g-good boy f-urp-or Daddy?"

The question was whispered against his ear, making him shiver and moan.

"Yes."

"Strip," Miami Rick ordered, his hand letting the blonde hair go and Morty immediately took off his tiny panties and loose shirt. "G-good boy." His free hand snaked down towards his legs, tapping one slight thigh, instructing Morty to spread them without a word. The young boy opened them, granting access to calloused fingers.

Morty shivered as fingers grazed his cock, but leaving way too suddenly. Rick gathered his hair again into his fist, wrapping long locks around his hand and yanking Morty's head back. Miami Rick traced his grandson's jawline with the gun. The pretty boy instinctively parted his lips, his oral fixation kicking in.

"T-tell me ho-urp-w good boy you are, Kitten," Rick smirked, caressing the pink lips with the cold gun.

"R-r-really good," Morty whimpered, rolling his hips in a vain attempt to seek friction.

Rick's eyes hungrily took in the sight under him. His gun glistened with Morty's saliva, the boy basically panting to stuff his holes full.

"We'll see," Rick growled, pushing the gun past the boy's life. Morty moaned and wrapped his tongue around the barbell, teasing the gun like it was Rick's cock. He wasn't sure if the safety was on is not, but not really caring about either way, trusting in Rick completely, and he took the barrel deep into his mouth. He sucked, drool dripping down his chin. It sat heavy and thick on his tongue, and he swallowed eagerly the gunpowder taste. Looking up from under his eyelashes, he could see Rick's hungry gaze as his grandfather watched him giving head to a gun. It was intense and Morty felt he could come from just that look, and the mortal danger he swallowed deep in his throat. His eyes fluttered shut, everything felt too much, yet not enough.

"G-good Kitten," Rick said, his voice shaking. He, too, was as affected by what was happening as Morty was. Pulling his gun away from those cherry red temptations and throwing it away, he unzipped his pants, taking his throbbing cock out. He ran his hand along his hardened length a few times before running his hands down on Morty's body to grab his tights. He hoisted him up, and his Kitten wrapped his long legs around his hips.

Rick ran his swollen tip along Morty's always ready holes teasing his grandson with it, drowning them both to madness. Both grandpa and grandson moaned as Rick pushed his tip inside. Just the tip, yet it was better than anything and anybody he used in his long life. His Morty, his Kitten, his grandson and soulmate was the best fuck, best everything ever, for a thousand years.

His speed was wild and punishing when he finally allowed them both to feel each other fully. Morty's little hole was gripping him, sucking him in, knowing who it belonged to. It didn't take long for either of them to come, painting long strips of white all over Morty's tanned body, but it was fast and brutal, bloody and painful; completely them.

"Y-you did good, Kitten," Rick whispered to the spent, half-passed out boy, gently kissing the top of his blonde head. His Kitten instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck, wanting to stay as close to his grandfather as he could. One of Rick's hands reached to his gun, never parting from it. He was a genius and almost a gun, but he needed something to keep Morty safe if anybody tried to do anything.

"I-I love you, Rick," Miami Morty yawned, burrowing himself in Rick's arms, throwing a leg over his hips. The little Kitten was just as possessive as Rick was.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #miami rick #miami morty #gun play #lemon #rickorty #rick and morty fanfiction

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discoscoob · 2 years

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the people who are calling out GVD's "obsession" with joe are the same ones with fan accs who are tweeting pics of his hands, crying over his smile and calling him their "baby" and saying weird shit like how they want him to ch*ke them is not normal and i think these people fr need to be psychologically evaluated. how do you lack self awareness this badly?

They have weird parasocial relationships with him while calling someone who’s genuinely his friend “obsessed” sounds like jealousy to me

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mrneighbourlove · 3 months

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Glass Love and Desire: Ch 5. Preparation for the Future.

The week after his wedding, Malakath was especially high in his glory. He didn’t care for the celebrations themselves; all that mattered was the rewards that were cultivated. All the Hasai loved him. He was the prodigal son; a new beautiful wife at his side and being a war hero gave him that honour. But events for Chione were starting to snow ball quickly. The Hasai, especially those deep in the Kikai Empire, wanted to know what kind of woman she was, and how she could be used politically.

There was very little time for a honeymoon period since Mally's people were eager to hear updates on their marriage. While Chione understood he had a duty to his kingdom, she did wish it was just a little more time for the two of them. Still, while he was away with meetings and diplomatic issues, she learned the Hasai language and tended to the beautiful garden that her husband gifted her. Within the short time Chione had been in the Kikai Empire, she had covered the greenhouse with a variety of plants. The botanist was currently trying to hybridize a Naran Kamazu with a Kikai Lily to produce a stunning red lily which could survive extreme heat and in a watery environment. So far, it was a waiting game to see if her efforts paid off in the end.

Still, it was a little lonely with limited interactions, waiting on Mally.

Coming through the door, Malakath entered with company beside him. Strolling in, the Prince gave his wife a kiss on the cheek. “How goes your experiment?”

"Mally!" Chione was delighted to see her husband after he had been in meetings all day. She purred loudly, her tail wrapping around his leg to pull him in closer for a deep kiss. Narans were especially affectionate with their mate. "I have growth for the hybrids. Soon, I hope to present you with a red lily. The white ones you have are beautiful, but imagine if I could grow these for you. It would be a blend of my home and yours, something truly ours."

“I like the sound of that. A mark I can leave on the lands of the Kikai Empire itself.” He enjoyed the deep kiss she gave him, a perk of a lovely woman like Chione. Pulling back, he licked his lips as he introduced his companion. “My dear Chione, may I introduce you to my confidant, Captain Bellum.”

The man before her was dressed in an onyx black uniform. With sharp blue skin and purple eyes, he was a Romtan. His gaze was analytic and stoic, and his tone was polite when he spoke. “Greetings, Princess Chione. We didn’t have a chance to speak at the wedding,”

"It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance." Chione's grasp of the Hasai language had improved immensely, despite Mally's sister teasing her about such a thick accent. "Captain of..." She paused, thinking of the right word. glancing at Mally for the correction translation. "Um... the fighters? All the fighters?"

"Simply a captain, Princess. I command my ship, the KE-Entrapment. There are many captains. Maybe one day I can be the first admiral of my kind in the empire." He smiled, breaking some tension. "I do lead the engineering department, however. I took the liberty in constructing your greenhouse."

"You built this?" Chione gestured to the greenhouse in surprise, but smiling so brightly at the revelation. Even her tail wagged from the thought of such a wondrous building in the stages of construction. Before she thought, the Naran blurted, "I want another one!"

Realizing what she suddenly said, Chione sheepishly then admitted, "I mean... it would be nice to have another one, but this one is plenty for now! It's just so... so at home. I feel at home in here with the plants. It's one of the best gifts I've ever received." She nuzzled foreheads with Mally, "My mate knows me well."

"You're a princess now, consider it a command." Bellum gestured to the plants she was making. "Tell me, Prince Malakath mentioned an experiment. What are you trying to create?"

"I do not wish to make a request of another greenhouse when I know the safety of the Hasai people takes precedence." Chione did not like the idea of being so demanding, but would not reject an offer of another building for her plants. "Only if you have time and wish to do so."

When Bellum inquired of the lilies, Chione bent down to show him the white Hasai lilies and Kamazu plant growing side by side. She explained, "This is a Kamazu plant from Al-Daida. It is good for all properties of healing, especially infection. Mally told me his favorite plant was the Hasai lily. He said the white lilies were good for increasing the hotness of a Hasai's flame in battle." She motioned to the tiny little buds starting to grow. "If these hybrids survive, I will have created a plant that is resistant to heat, thrives in soil or water, and may provide special healing properties to those who command fire here. A plus for all the souls in Kikai."

"Well, I'm sure the Skurge and Ocho will enjoy the practicality of the plant. While I can admire it myself, I think I will enjoy its beauty more."

Malakath patted his wife's back, enjoying the fact she and Bellum seemed to be hitting it off. "We're in times of peace right now. You can have all the greenhouses you wish."

"We still need a proper name for them," Chione thought a grandiose title was in place for the plant instead of a simple red lily. "What do you suggest, Bellum?"

"Oh, I dare not take away that honour from you. You're the artist after all."

"A good artist is always open to suggestions," Chione countered with a smile. "Mally? What about you? After all, they're my gift to you."

Malakath thought about it for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. "I agree with Captain Bellum. It's your design. You're a princess of the Empire now. One day, you'll be a future Empress. It's up to you to leave your legacy. That means it's your name for your creation."

"Very well," Chione then stated, "Then I will call them kaji lilies, after the great fire that Mally controls, and many other fire users of the Hasai people. For the Narans, my native tongue, it will be Anwara Lilies, since their radiance will glow even with the lack of the sun."

"That's a beautiful name my dear." Malakath kissed her again, grinning happily. "Bellum, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes my prince. It is a very fine name. I shall go put the order in to start building other green houses, unless either of you need anything further from me?"

"I would like to request your knowledge of the military system , Bellum." Chione asked the captain with sincerity. "I still have much to learn about the Hasai people. What better way to learn about the military than from someone who is in it?"

“Excellent. If you have time, I can teach you the devil in the details that help keep the empire running. Perhaps you’d also like some self defense lessons?”

"There are no dragons left. Not anymore." Bellum seemed to speak with a tinge of regret, but not enough to rouse Malakath's suspicions. "I speak of hand to hand combat. Wrestling is merely a sport."

"Sport? In Al-Daida, it is the main way females subdue their males." Chione did not realize the Hasai people considered wrestling a mere pastime. "Very well, I'd be happy to learn, though you might have your work cut out for you. The only weapon I've ever held is my carving knife for the plants."

"That's fine. Everyone begins from nothing. Even Prince Malakath had to learn technique." Bellum gave her a bow. "If you excuse me, I'm sure the prince can tell you where to find me."

Watching the Captain leave, Malakath nudged his wife. "What do you think of him?"

"From what little you told me about him before, I thought he'd be ten feet tall and super imposing." Chione admitted to her husband, before pouncing on him, knocking him to the ground. Smirking from ear to ear, the Nara then said, "But he's wrong about wrestling simply being a sport," She leaned down to nibble on his ear, "It's a way of passion to the Naras."

"Oh, I agree. This is far better than a sport. Wrestling for us is combat. Passion is far better." Malakath grinned ear to ear.

"What better place to find passion than here?" Chione grinded her hips downward to tease him. "In the beautiful gift you gave to me?" She was quite bold when it was just her and Mally together, especially pertaining to intercourse. "Just imagine. Each time I come here to tend to my plants, I'll remember how handsome you looked, sprawled out underneath me, just like this."

"Then why don't we make a sweet memory?"

"And have everyone smelling how we fucked?" Chione mused, teasing. "Scandalous. Although, it is my greenhouse."

The Nara slipped her tail into Malakath's pants, rubbing against his length. Her hands were busy sliding up his shirt, as her tongue traced from his navel to a nipple, giving a harsh bite, before going to his throat. She loved how his body was, and even more so, the noises he made for her.

They started kissing and feeling each up on another, getting more and more intense as they went on. Just as Malakath was pulling his member out of his pants, positioned right behind Chinoe with a horn in his other hand, his sister happened to come marching around the corner.

"Chione, are you- HOLY EXODRUM! What the fuck are you two doing?" She looked away, extremely embarrassed by the site of them. "Why here?!"

Malakath barely batted an eye. "I'm going to make love to my beautiful, strong wife. What does it look like to you?"

"Oh go fuck yourself. Just- please stop."

Chione was far from embarrassed. No, the Nara was actually very pissed. For the past two weeks, Silvia had made it her personal mission to interrupt any kind of mating session. Her tail twitched in irritation. She had tried her best to be kind to Silvia, but her sister-in-law had brushed off any attempts for conversation. Matter of fact, Silvia had been quite rude to Chione.

"Tell her to leave." Chione growled, "We haven't fucked in days because of continuous interruptions, and my heat cycle is ending in two days. If you want a child, we need to try. Now."

"I wanted to ask you a favour here, I didn't know my brother was here!" Silvia still didn't dare look at them. "I'll leave you to your debauchery."

"Oh come sister. Stay. You might actually learn how to please a man."

"Go to hell brother."

"Wait outside if you wish to speak so urgently." Chione nipped at Mally's bottom lip, having little to no filter during her heat cycle. "With how vigorous your brother is, it won't take too long for a rut. If he only goes for one round, that is."

Silvia held her hands up in defeat and turned to leave. "Goodbye."

Malakath grinned wickedly. Now his sister would know just how far behind she was.

"Finally," Chione purred in satisfaction as she wiggled her backside at Malakath. She made sure to move her tail out of the way as she lowered her head down onto her arms, on all fours. This was her favorite position, allowing him to thrust as hard, as fast, and as deep as he liked. "Some time for just me and you."

"Finally."

Silvia waited outside on a nearby balcony, tapping her fingers impatiently. An hour went by and there was no sign of Silvia. The last thing she wanted-

"Oh hello darling."

... was to be disturbed. "Hello father."

The Emperor smiled broadly, taking a seat across from her. "You know darling, you really need to learn how to knock. No one likes a pervert."

"I'm not a pervert, father."

"Your constant attempts to stop me from having grandchildren would say otherwise. From what I overheard, you can't make me believe you wanted to ask Chione an actual favour."

"I did..."

"Oh my dear, dear Silvia. I'm impressed you're still wanting to keep yourself ahead of the game. You're not a quitter, I'll give you that."

Silvia grimaced. For once she wished her father didn't want to play games. Yet, she never wanted to disappoint him either. "I never do."

After a very passionate and intense bout of love making, Chione was persuaded by her husband to at least hear Silvia's request. Five rounds of rutting had put Chione in a better mood to entertain the idea. Fixing her dress and her hair, the Nara walked through the curtains on the balcony, not realizing there was other present company.

"Silvia, what do you want that's so important you had to interrupt Mally and---oh!" Chione saw Emperor Chillowack and immediately extended a polite bow. It was customary in the Hasai culture. "I beg pardon, father-in-law, I did not know you were here as well. I hope I did not keep you waiting too long. Your son is quite..." She figured there was no way to sugar coat it, especially since Hasai noses were quite adept at scents. "Demanding."

"I'm sure he is." Chillowack winked with a chuckle. "Just pretend I'm not here. I would love to simply observe how my new daughter will get along with the old."

Silvia held a stare at her father that was cold and distant, yet held a barely contained hatred.

"In all honesty, father-in-law, that remains to be seen." Chione replied candidly to the Emperor. While she would not show weakness around him, the Nara was not above being blunt. Mally told her that his father appreciated the brutal truth... most of the time. For some reason, he found it amusing. "I've little time to know Silvia, but more with Mally."

"Then you two should get to know one another. After all, you're both big cogs in the machine that runs the Empire. Best you both get along."

"That all depends if she's going to keep interrupting your son and I." Chione retorted dryly, "But I will endeavor to be a good sister-in-law."

"You shouldn't have to rush into such things just to spite me." Silvia sneered, but remained in her seat.

"You shouldn't have judged me before you knew me." Chione snapped right back, tired of taking Silvia's constant snide remarks. "I have done no wrong against you, yet you are rude, short, and view me as inferior all due to the fact that Mally and I wed before you have found a mate." She went straight to the heart of the matter. "Your fear of being replaced by a child of ours is irrational. You are his sister, and he cares for you. I seek no ill will towards you and wish you happiness like I have found with your brother."

She then added, crossing her arms, standing tall. "But if you insist on being petty like a young teenager, then I will not indulge you. I would like to be friends, since I have so few here, but I will not be belittled nor made to feel beneath you each time we speak. I am not Hasai, but I am Naran, and I do commend the same amount of respect as you."

"Fine. Be naive." Taking a deep breath, Silvia shook her growing animosity off, least for a moment. "I need your advice as a botanist."

"I'd rather be naive than prickly like you." Chione growled in annoyance, but was surprised at such a statement. "You want to know about plants?"

“I want to know about romantic plants.”

"Romantic plants?" Chione could not believe what she was hearing. "The language of flowers? As in, nine roses means 'our love is eternal'?"

“Yes. I need to know what the best bouquet of flowers to give a mate would be.”

"Red carnation, apple blossoms, white lilies, daisies, yellow pansies, and red tulips would make for a grand gesture," Chione stated off the flowers she knew that proposed intentions toward another. "Unless you rather settle for a single rose to declare love."

“Thank you.” Silvia was quick with her response. It was all she could muster.

"I do not have all of those species in my garden yet, but you are welcome to gather a few." Chione figured it would keep Silvia out of her hair for now by giving the woman what she wanted. "My assistant will help you."

“That’s good to hear.” Silvia stood up, and grasped Chione’s hands to shake them. “You have a good day, sister.”

"... good luck with your romantic endeavor." Chione was confused by Silvia's behavior for sure. Why the sudden change of heart? Yet, the Nara was not convinced. Silvia was probably using her for whatever small benefit she could get.

Chillowack chuckled at the sight of his daughter barely being able to ask for a favour. "Run along princess."

After he left, he smiled at Chione favourably. "It's no business of mine to say where you should or shouldn't make love, but I would advise caution doing it in a public setting. We aren’t savages dear."

"I apologize," Chione's tail twitched slightly, not exactly wanting to discuss this topic with her father-in-law, but a Hasai's nose never lied. "The fault lies upon me. Naran heat cycles are hellish to endure, and your son will not deny me. I will be more mindful of my surroundings in the future."

“Good to hear dear. I am very excited to know what you name your twins.”

"... twins?" Chione blinked, a bit caught off guard. "What makes you think there's going to be twins? Is it common for Hasai to have multiples?"

Chillowack looked surprised. “You mean he hasn’t told you? It's a royal tradition. Those who give birth to Ocho children always give birth to twins. One boy, one girl.”

"No, I... well... I'm not Hasai." Chione wondered how the cross between their two races would work. "Does that mean I will still have twins?"

“Well, Malakath is. His blessed seed will be enough.”

"Well... I um..." Chione was not sure how to react to this news, but supposed it was not a bad thing. Names. What names would Mally like? What did she like? "I've always liked Zannah for a girl. I thought it was very regal for a lady." She thought for a moment more, "Maybe... maybe Nihilus for a boy. Or Seras. Both are strong names for a son." Curious, she then asked, "What about you? I'm sure you've discussed names with Mally before."

“Please, not my place. Naming was exhausting enough with him and Silvia.”

"Names hold meaning in many cultures, father-in-law," Chione reminded the Emperor with a small smile. "If anything, I want our children to be healthy, to be strong... and to be happy."

“Happiness? Oh that is just adorable.” The Emperor stood up, shaking his head. “Strong and healthy, I certainly hope so. But take it from me. Don’t promise happiness. You’ll often be disappointed. Good day dear.”

As the Emperor took his exit, Chione was rather confused. What kind of parent would not wish for their child's happiness? Even her parents, who were not rich by any monetary standards, gave her a lovely and happy childhood. Dismissing the thought, Chione returned to the inner sanctum of her greenhouse to check on the sprouts of the kaji lilies. She hoped the flowers would bloom soon so she could present the plant to Mally as a gift.

About a month in, something miraculous occurred. Silvia had stopped openly antagonizing her sister in law. And Chione received the first evidence that she was pregnant. When the news reached the other members of the royal family, there was a thick air of joy, but also tension. The birth of a new line was a momentous occasion, but one that always had a hint of vulnerability around it. The prince did not hesitate in taking precautions. "Chione. I won't have any arguments. You're going to have a bodyguard wherever you go."

Over the moon at the news, Chione was determined to be the best mother possible. She was excited for the arrival of the twins. Already, she had set to designing a nursery and collecting adorable baby clothes. Often, she wondered whether her children would have horns or a tail like her, or perhaps favor their father more in inheritance.

Yet, the pregnancy had not been easy. Chione had extreme morning sickness, confined to her chambers due to the fatigue and nausea, but luckily it had passed by the time the first trimester concluded. The doctors hounded her, but the Naran had lost her temper at several of them, hating to be touched by the foreign hands. After one doctor nearly lost his hand, Mally had at least ordered the physicians to leave her be for the time being. The arrival of the second trimester promised an easier storm to weather.

Though, Chione was a little concerned. Thus far, there was barely any bump visible. She had heard tales of many Naran women only showing evidence of pregnancy in the last trimester, so she tried not to fret over the thought too much. For now, Chione was spending time outside with Mally, enjoying the fresh air. The ten guards with them, however, she thought was a bit of overkill. If it made Mally feel better, Chione supposed she could tolerate their presence.

But the promise of a constant babysitter was a bit of an irritation.

"My darling, are you sure it is necessary?" Chione gently ran her fingers through his hair as he used her lap as a pillow. Both were enjoying the breeze and clear sky, the perfect day for a romantic picnic... despite extra company. "I will not argue with you, but we are in the palace. Surely it is quite safe here?"

"You never know my dear. There are certain political families that would love nothing more than to prove themselves our superiors and take the throne from us. While you are pregnant, you will be more vulnerable than usual." Malakath held his head, feeling a slight migraine. "I will not risk your health or the future of our line."

Malakath smiled slyly. “My dear. As much as I would love to, nothing would get done. So no, it will fall to someone else. I’ve trusted Bellum to find a suitable person to be at your side.”

Entering a doorway to a dojo, the captain gave a bow. “Princess Chione. Prince Malakath. Welcome.”

"Oh, what a shame, how would the palace survive without you?" Chione teased her husband lightly when he smirked at her. "While I understand, I cannot say I'm a bit disappointed. I am, after all, the perfect excuse to pull you away from your duties."

As Mally led her to a dojo, Chione admired the lovely structure. There were no such places in her homeland. All of the fighting was in the gladiator rings or 'the pits' as her people referred to the area. Once Bellum greeted both of them, Chione gave the captain a smile.

She said warmly, "How are you fairing, Bellum? Has Mally granted you the rank of admiral like I've asked him to do so?" Chione was not above some goodhearted banter with her husband, resting her head on his shoulder. "Do remember that you promised when the title was granted, I'd be the first to get a tour of your lovely ship."

"I did. And that will come soon. But first, business. I would like to introduce you to Zarun Thel. First Lady of House Thel, and your protector."

Malakath was completely surprised when he saw an Ocho step forward. The civil war had reduced their numbers to- well to be blunt, Malakath thought his blood family were the only ones left. She was certainly beautiful, and he had no doubt that she would be an excellent fighter. The woman, garbed in an unique onyx black armour with red striping among the shoulders gave a firm bow.

"Princess Chione. It is my honour to serve as your bodyguard."

"It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Zarun." Chione was surprised to see an Ocho as well. She was expecting a Skurge at most, but this was far from her expectations. Not to mention, the woman was absolutely stunning. "I do hope we will be fast friends."

"Likewise ma'am." Zarun shook her hand by the forearm in a firm handshake. "I won't let you, or Prince Malakath, down."

Bellum nodded. "Lady Zarun will be your sword and shield. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

"If you have Bellum's vote of confidence, then you have mine." Chione returned the handshake, being mindful of her claws. "I thank you for taking this job."

Malakath eyes went up and down the other Ocho. She was beautiful; incredibly so. Her eyes had a steep confidence, her hair was cut sharp, and her lips were flowerily. Above all else she smelled like-

Shaking his head, the prince felt his breath hitch. No. Why were these thoughts coming to him? He had mated with his wife. He was bound to her. He should not even be physically capable of feeling this way. Rather silent, he eyed both women back and forth. Finally, he gestured for Bellum to come forward. "Captain, walk with me. We shall leave the two women to... get to know one another while we discuss our project."

"As you wish my lord. Princess. Commander. I wish you both well."

"Tell me, Lady Zarun, I'm curious, what do you know of the Naran culture?" Chione asked as she motioned for the bodyguard to take a seat on a pillow next to the tea table. "I'd be rather happy to answer your questions if you have any."

“Naran? I was only given cliff notes. I know that you come from a desert across the sea, you have abnormal physical strength, and you have a cultural taste for jewelry. I must say that your Hasai is rather good.”

"My people are from Al-Daida," Chione clarified for Zarun with a soft smile. "We are supposedly the descendants of Aliyah, the sorceress, and her lover, the great drake of the desert, Daidan." She offered her bodyguard a cup of tea. The leaves were from the variety of plants from her greenhouse. It was soothing and calming. "Indeed, we are strong, and yes, I do appreciate fine jewelry, but there is certainly more to me than such trivial little things."

She encouraged Zarun, "Ask me your questions and I'll ask you a few in return. It is nice to get to know a friend in such a way."

"Very well." Zarun seemed to be deep in thought, then answered honestly. "Your horns. Can you use them in battle? Do you know magic if you are a descendant of a sorceress?"

"Of course!" Chione replied enthusiastically. It was refreshing to have someone else to talk to besides her husband or a servant. She took the tip of her finger and poked her sharp horn. "Naran horns are incredibly resilient. If broken, they grow back. Very useful to use to pierce or gorge." She then gave a slight shake of her head, "Some Narans are blessed with magical talent, while others possess strength. I, unfortunately, do not have magic to use, yet I was blessed in other ways." She motioned to the tea that was in the pot. "I was able to implement the usage of my ancestor's green thumb. She turned the desert into an oasis for us."

"You can manipulate plant life with magic? That sounds beautiful. Part of me is glad you fit so well in the Empire then."

"It's not a very flashy type of magic, but at least I can ensure that the Empire will never be hungry." Chione mused, "Though, here of late, I feel very drained by the pregnancy. I must admit, it's a bit out of sorts for me to lack such energy."

"I am more than willing to lend a hand when need be." The bodyguard walked around with the princess, keeping a steady pace. "I believe it's your turn for questions?"

"I have to admit, you are an Ocho," Chione asked Zarun, rather bluntly, but figured there was no reason to sugarcoat things. "I thought Ocho were all part of the royal family. Why are you working as my bodyguard?"

There was a little bit of regret on Zarun's face, but she kept her tone steady. "When the Waku went to war with the royal family, Emperor Chillowack called upon all the royal houses for support. Fighting the Waku was a struggle on its own. Fighting the dragons, it became a long term slaughter. Because the Emperor held the Crown of Exodrum, he was the most powerful Ocho among us, so we followed any order he laid out with obedience. Even if it meant dying with honour. And that, ultimately, is what occurred."

Reaching a balcony, Zarun pointed out the countryside in the distance next to the volcano. "Out there, in the distant plains. That's where my family laid down their lives fighting two dragons. We were allowed to command armies of Skurge and Romtan, but for my family, for the rest of the Ocho, honour dictated that we lead by example. That put us right in front of all the carnage. When all the fighting was done, I was one of the last remaining Ocho outside of the royal family. Certainly the last of mine. Now only a handful of families remain."

"Oh..." Chione did not realize there were other Ocho families besides her husband's. There was still a lot left for her to learn. The pain in Zarun's voice was evident. Loss was a wound which never went away, even with the passing of time. The pain only became easier to deal with as the years passed. "I'm sorry for the loss of your family."

The Nara frowned, and then gave Zarun's hand a soft pat as a gesture of comfort. "I know what it is like to lose someone you love. My parents have been gone for a few years, but I still miss them." She gave a brief pause and then stated, "I hope you find someone one day that makes you as happy as Mally makes me. Then, you can have your own family again. No, it won't be the same, but still..." Chione gave a small smile. "It will be less lonely for sure."

The Ocho smiled, feeling a sense of comradery between herself and the princess. "Indeed. I take it you've enjoyed your time here in the Empire so far?"

"The Empire is very different from Al-Daidan, but I have enjoyed my time here." Chione supposed that was a half truth. She was enjoying her time here, but felt so... alienated. There was hardly anyone here who she could consider a true friend. "It'd be nice if I could... go outside of the palace." The Naran gave a defeated sigh, "Mally is insistent that I remain within the walls for my safety, stating he does not know how the people will react to me."

"Well... you're safe with me. If the prince's first concern is safety, then that matter is settled. I can take you to see the countryside."

"Really?!" Chione lit up like fireworks in the sky, grasping both of Zarun's hands in excitement. She had her hopes up now. Even her tail wagged from the thought of visiting the lush countryside with so many new plants. "There's so many new plants I've yet to gather for my garden! I mean, of course, Mally told me he'd have them delivered here, but I want to see them in their natural environment! It might give me the opportunity to make more hybrids!"

"We can ride a Manticore. Come on, you're going to love the sights." Grabbing her hand, the Ocho was quick to lead the Nara down through the palace, down every hall to the monster's stables. Here, in zoo-like cages, various monsters were lying about. An incredibly large Wyvern rested, a few Basilisk's slithered in coils, some Griffins were putting together a nest, and finally, there was the Manticore.

Opening the cage, Zarun let out a whistle. "Myhrra, come!"

From the shadows of the cave corner, a large beast walked forward with heavy paws. The monster had the body of a lion, but on its rear was a massive scorpion-like tail with a rounded spiked tail. It had leathery wings upon its back, and its face was like a man with the main and jaws of a lion. Seeing Chione, it smiled with hunger. It seemed Zarun was on this behaviour right away, flicking fire at its feet.

"No! She is not food! This is Princess Chione. She's going to be a friend."

"A what now?" Chione was barely able to inquire what the hell a manticore was before being dragged by Zarun to the stables. This was new. She had never seen this part of the palace before. There were so many beasts in here that were new to her. Of course, Chione was a bit biased, since in her opinion, there was nothing which could compare to the majestic sand rays of her homeland. When the beasts licked its lips, Chione's tail stood on end for a moment, before flicking in warning. She would fight if necessary, though, thankfully, Zarun calmed her creature. "Are all your pets so bloodthirsty?"

“All the best creatures are.” The way Zarun petted the main of the creature made it almost seem docile, the way it slapped its foot up and down in happiness. Almost wasn’t good enough when it still had maddening eyes staring at Chione, yet it didn’t make any moves. Grabbing a saddle, the Ocho attached it to her pet, then instructed Chione to climb aboard the back. It was about the size of a horse, so just about enough room to fit together. “She won’t bite. Unless I command it~”

"If she bites, I bite back. Just warning you." Chione climbed up on the saddle, the feeling rather foreign. In Al-Daida, she rode the sand rays, camels, and every other mount without such equipment. She was curious as to why the Hasai used such a thing for their pets. "We do not have these in Al-Daida."

“Manticore are rare, even in the empire, so I’m not surprised. Myhrra here I found as a kitten. Trained her to be my companion in battle. Other Ocho gravitated to beasts like griffins, basilisks, or even minotaurs. Since they’re all mostly dead, I’d say I chose wisely. Come on Myhrra, show the princess what you can do.”

With a roar that sounded more like a woman screaming than a cat, the Manticore spread its leathery wings, then with a few paces of running forward took off into the air. Soon enough, the pair was flying over the walls of the castle.

As soon as the manticore took off into the air, Chione was laughing in absolute delight. This reminded her of the flights on the sand rays. It was not as smooth as the ancient rulers of the desert, but it was still wonderful to experience the wind on her face again. It made the kingdom feel a little less foreign, and more like home.

With a slap of the reins, Zarun had her beast take them down with a dive towards the hillsides. Carefully, they flew over rice farmers, going into the lush countryside. “That’s good you’re taking this so well.”

"In my homeland, there are sand rays that are larger than the palace." Chione told Zarun with her arms wide for emphasis. "I miss riding on them. Miss seeing them. Their calls were like music echoing across the desert."

“That sounds beautiful Princess. I can’t say we have anything like that. Least, not since the dragons.”

"I was rather saddened when Mally told me there were no more dragons here," Chione gave a small sigh. "I was hoping to see one. Yet, he told me the dragons and the Waku were evil."

“Corrupted is more accurate. They weren’t always that way. We used to have a powerful and peaceful relationship with the dragons, and the Waku were some of the greatest in our empire. But greed and pride spread through them. There are some beasts that are similar, like Wyverns. Look like dragons from foreign lands, but less intelligent and smaller. There’s also the Krayt. But we avoid them where we can, unless it’s to hunt.”

"It is a sad day when all an individual cares about is power and cannot see what is enough around them." Chione looked out over the farmland, her tail flicking in excitement. "There's so many beautiful plants here. Thank you, for bringing me to see all this. I really appre---um..." She paused, noting that quite a few Hasai were staring at her. "... do I really look that odd?"

"Oh, the Hasai used to have horns and a tail?" Chione did not know that piece of history. Taking Zarun's hand, she was so eager to explore, but knew better than to go running off into the countryside. Malakath had warned her that not everyone was friendly. "I don't want to interrupt their day. I know they have work to do."

Zarun nodded to Chione before addressing the crowd. “Your princess demands you carry on your tasks! We are merely observing. Dismiss your gazes!”

The farmers did as they were told, going back to their livelihoods.

"... that's... effective?" Chione could not believe how fast the people returned to their jobs. "I mean, I don't want to startle them, I just want to be... well... nosy." She admitted sheepishly, "For lack of a better word, I'm curious."

“You can travel wherever you wish. This is your land to observe. You are royalty, and even if you are not originally of these lands, you carry within you holy blood. Your respect does not need to be earned, it is cemented upon you already.”

"While I appreciate all the given respect, I don't want to be..." Chione had to think for a moment, translating in her head. "Perceived as a tyrant. I don't want the people to fear me, or think I'm merely a trophy for Mally. I want them to know me for me."

Zarun observed Chione rather curiously, a raised brow at her thinking. “That’s rather noble of you. If you feel that way, observe. See what you can do to give back to the citizenship. Or perhaps find something worthy of fighting.”

"Mally rarely addresses the topic of his people," Chione then asked Zarun, looking around the area. "What do they need? I might not be able to do much, but I will try."

Zarun gestured to the landscape, at all the people around them, and when she spoke, she did so with reverence. “What do they need? Nothing but to keep the machine that is the Kikai Empire running. As the workers of our land, they keep up all the happiness everyone could ever need. As leaders, those who are of royalty and chosen might hold power as both a weapon but also a tool. It’s up to us to share that power with the people. You want to stand out? Give them a project. After the civil war, much of our beautiful land was scorched. Perhaps you can share techniques or create inventions our people can use?”

Chione wanted to argue that people needed more than a job to feel happiness. Love, friends, stability, food, there was so much she could say a person needed. Yet, a fulfilling purpose was different as well. Taking a look over the land, the Nara thought for a minute. Just because the land was scorched did not mean nothing could grow.

"... do they need more food?" Chione asked Zarun. "I know of very resilient plants that will grow in any type of soil. Of course, it will need some treatment, but I have an idea of what will work." She pointed with her finger, "And spilt the water flow to run in-between the fields instead of having the farmers having to go get it. Irrigation is important."

Zarun smiled at the idea Chione crafted. “It will be done. Would you like to see the forest fauna for inspection?”

"Yes, please!" Chione started to follow Zarun, but stopped, noting some of the farmers lacked the proper equipment. "... and safety needs to be first and foremost. I see a lot of these people do not even have gloves. Some plants are poisonous or could cause a bad reaction. Please make note I want the people to have the appropriate gloves, clothing wear, and boots. Boots are important when working with such heavy farming tools."

“I’ll make a note in my report, princess.”

It only took a couple minutes of flight until the pair found themselves going through the forest line. Landing on the road, Zarun made sure to look around first before letting Chione off the Manticore. “You can look around, but don’t walk too far away.”

The forest was oddly quiet for a place of nature. Chione was quietly observing the different types of plants. Though, one certainly caught her eye. It seemed to be... watching her? It moved as she moved. Curious, she flicked her tail one way and then the other, watching the plant mimic her movements.

"Zarun," Chione called to her bodyguard. "What is this? It... copies me."

“Ah, that’s the Dabara Bush. It can sense movement next to it. In a bid to not be eaten, it follows the movement next to it to scare off animals. We have used it as a detection mechanism against pests in times of war. As long as you aren’t five feet in front of it, it won’t move.” Carefully, Zarun drew her sword. “The trick, however, is sometimes they can grow alongside Deku Baba. I’m sure you’re aware of the man eating plants?”

"The only man eating plant I know is extremely rare called a Jawstalk Mantrap," Chione told Zarun as bent down to observe the Dabara Bush with her tail thudding against the ground in excitement. "Grows to extraordinary lengths and can swallow a man whole. I only save a preserved one, once." She then said, "We can use these in the fields to keep away flies and other pests. They don't feed on other plants, right? So it can be a symbiotic relationship!" She suggested excitedly, "Minus the Deku Baba, of course."

“That would be ideal. Grab some seeds, I just need to feed Myhrra. She gets antsy if she doesn’t eat every 7 hours.”

"Very well," Chione then asked Zarun, "Does your manticore eat fruit? I saw some berry bushes along the way."

“Alas, only meat.” Grabbing a slab of chicken from a sack, the Ocho tossed it in the air. The Manticore rolled its tongue over its teeth, then snatched it with one gulp.

"As long as it doesn't develop a taste for Naran flesh, I'm good." Chione then asked, "... can I pet her?"

“You may. Just don’t show any regret with fear. It’s like blood for a shark.”

The manticore waited, its spiky tail resting as it smiled that monstrous grin.

Chione approached the beast. It was dangerous, that was for sure. Not to show any fear, right? She stepped closer, hearing a small, rumbling growl. So, Chione did the only thing she knew to do, and growled right back, giving the manticore a harsh pat on the withers.

"Don't test me, poofy," Chione told the manticore sternly, chiding it. "I'm nauseous all the time, I want to eat until I puke, my feet are swollen, and my boobs are huge. Go on, test me and see what happens. I dare you. I'll rip out a fang and feed it to you. I'm small, but I can still toss around your emperor like a rag doll."

The Manticore paused, tilting its head. As it seemed like it was about to let Chione pet her, it raised its tail over its head and fired off three metal spikes. Behind the princess, a man who was charging with a blade let out a death rattle as his chest was filled with the projectiles. Before he could even fall to the ground, the smiling Manticore leaped over Chione to swallow the would be assassin whole.

Zarun was quick to draw her katana, watching as other figures emerged from the undergrowth. “Princess, stay close!”

A number of red skinned men brandishing weapons strode forward. The hatred in their eyes was clear. “For our fallen brothers and sisters! For our children! Die!!!” ______________________________________________________________

Written with @ridersoftheapocalypse, prequel to War of Fire.

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dulcetines · 2 years

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teh gimana bedain seseorang sebagai manusia dan sebagai penghasil karya ((di sini konteksnya author ya)? jadi kemaren tuh rame ttg author novel yg udah terkenal banget, sebut saja CH. banyak orang yg ngga setuju karena dia disebut sebagai jane austen versi modern dan 'katanya' karya dia tuh temanya toxic, abusif, controlling blabla pokoknya yg jelek2 deh. bahkan ada yg bilang 'the messages that her books send are harmful to everyone', jujur aku sendiri ga bisa komen krn belum baca karyanya (1)

(2) honestly idc about that karna toxic menurut mereka blm tentu toxic menurutku. tp yg bikin greget si CH punya anak co dan anaknya nge-harrassed cewe dan waktu si cewe ngehub CH eh malah di block.. misal ada org yg ngefans sm karyanya tapi ngga ngedukung kelakuan CH di rl, cara terbaik untuk memberi apresiasi ke karyanya AJA, gimana? because aint no way i or maybe someone would give money to another who supports her son's wrongdoing.

(you can say colleen hoover its okay lol)

i’ve been fiddling with the same thoughts lately. most recently i’ve experienced this with val kilmer (and tom cruise, one way or another). i adore the man; i don’t usually indulge myself in parasocial relationship with famous people but when i do i get in too deep and it’s with men technically 3 decades older than me, what the hell even. as soon as i found out he’s involved in the n ef tees business i started feeling guilty about making my entire twitter feed about him. tommy c, on the other hand — i know he’s practically in a cult but that doesn’t stop me from going to the theater to see tgm every month. that’s my money right there that goes straight into tc’s pocket which probably funds the cult. so what does that say about me, right.

i wish there’s a simple answer to the massive debate around the question of ‘separating the art from the artist’, but god forbids there is one. for me, acknowledging that awful people can be talented and talented people can still turn out to be shitty people is the first and simplest real step towards awareness. awareness gives us another pair of lenses to be critical of what we consume, and it at least somewhat removes power from people who actually abuse it. so from what you’ve told me in the ask i would say you’re in the right track. but what you want to do from here is entirely up to you and is none of anyone’s business, including me.

sometimes this means pirating the creator’s work, so you could still engage with the creation in the way that doesn’t financially benefit the creator. sometimes this means cutting ties with the creator and forever disengaging with their creation. so i’d say do what feels right to you. just don’t let anyone talk you into thinking THIS IS THE ONLY RIGHT WAY TO DO IT AND IF YOU DON’T YOU ARE A BAD PERSON. BAD!!!!!!!!!!. i’m saying this because you asked if there’s “cara terbaik”, but “cara terbaik” means catering to someone else’s standards, probably the community standards, which i’m telling you is most likely the byproduct of how social media works and the stan/cancel culture.

this is probably a good time to remind people how stan culture + the commodification of art and media under capitalism creates the idea of ‘the things that i like are what i am’, and then from that it makes you think you gain a sense of personal responsibility for the actions of people whose work you identify with. i personally don’t believe in this BS. because for me liking something should not mean acting like it’s a part of you which you are morally responsible for. so even if you still choose to engage with the creation, you are consuming it with complete awareness that that is a brainchild of someone whose actions you don’t agree with, which in and of itself protects you from further getting misguided. so i would say do what feels right to you - it only has to matter to you. not anyone else and especially not me.

(i don’t think this answer helps at all but i do hope it makes you re-think about the whole thing. stay safe my friend.)

#unsolicited life advice

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duskholland · 3 years

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i love how tom can go from this

to this

thats what makes him so attractive to me. he can be a hot piece of meat but also a huge dork. it makes me wanna jump his bones lol not sorry

also that hand....would make a nice necklace...just sayin👀

the duality of a man :’)

#still undecided if i want him to ch*ke me or give me neck kisses #mayhaps both simultaneously?#:D #happy days #azaraspirit

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Ch. 37 // I...Agreed // Day 23

Contents (Warnings): Different perspectives on the events that happened, and the result of it. (vore mentions, blood mention, more character information, and further monster/magic explanations).

Wordcount: 4041 (No sleep havin' AND I WILL BE POSTING THE CONTRACT TOMORROW, in case people are wondering. I have to make it look formal first, but I'll do it).

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(Oct. 8th, Saturday)

I lifted my hand to the silver plate with a hand symbol. I didn’t take any energy, at least that I felt. I looked back at the mocking smiley face on the screen, asking for its payment. I turned back to Drake with a defeated sigh. I started to catch the light but heavy breathing.

His head tilted down, and he was shaking. What happened?

“Drake? Are you okay?” Did I say something weird?

He moved his head slightly away but not his body.

“Drake?” I went forward. I couldn’t see his eyes because of his hair. Is he having a panic attack? It can’t be the space. Alexander, Lev, and Claudia could fit in here together.

“What do you need?” I grabbed my phone from my pocket. “Do you want me to call Alexander?” He won’t answer while competing; I tried to text him but didn’t know what to say.

Or how long it’d take. Would Beatrice know what to do? Who else could I ask? His breathing got deeper. He started to tip toward me. I was afraid he’d pass out.

“Do you need me to get you that drink?” My hands were up and ready to catch him. I didn’t know if I could hold him. He was taller than me.

“Tell me something, anything. Please, how can I help you?”

And very softly, almost like a distant breeze, I heard him respond. “Your blood.”

He roped me with a tight hold. The suddenness was so unexpected only a breath escaped. He got my chin, turned my head, and I winced at the sharp pain.

It felt like I was stabbed in the neck with a bundle of needles. “Aah-” My hands pressed into his chest, pushing my fingers and phone into his sweater, but Drake kept himself planted, almost crushing me against his body.

GLP.

The full sound penetrated my eardrum. I heard the force behind his gulp, a sound I'd heard several times before.

“Dra-ke.” The pain in my neck slowly subsided.

His grip tightened. Immovable. I couldn't pivot or move any part of myself besides my arms. But they feel so heavy.

GLLP.

The pull at my flesh felt the most unsettling, but the gulping reminded me of when Alexander held me in the box. I have to get away.

My left arm fell first, then my other, making my phone drop to the ground. The rest of my body too. My voice was trapped in my vocal cords. Why can’t I move? He still held on, keeping me from falling but leaning harder to drink.

GLULP.

Am I dying? I didn’t feel the cold most movies and games described. But I couldn't move. Even my twitches were involuntary. This is bad; we're alone. What if he doesn't stop. He gulped again.

My vision started to haze. I couldn’t focus on anything in the photo booth, only the slight feeling of Drake's lips on my neck and the gulping.

Drake, please, I think you've had enough. It never left my head. And the tired feeling casted over me. It was similar to being trapped inside them, except without the surrounding gurgles and wet flesh. I only wheezed out in desperation, hearing a ringing before losing consciousness.

…

Alexander

Zilla’s voice came out from behind the fence line.

“You could have asked me to bring her back~.”

Alexander rolled his eyes. He was waiting his turn. “You’d use her to attract other monsters.”

Zilla muffled her laugh, “You think so little of me.”

“No, I think I know you well enough.” He replied, feeling a buzz at his phone. He took it out and looked over it.

Lynette: Drake's .2?//wwwwwwwwww 7:23 p.m.

He assumed she wanted to text him that Drake got her. He shrugged it off.

“Wendie,” Zilla said.

He refused to answer and turned away. I will end you, Zilla, he thought but didn't say.

Zilla leaned over the bar, still giggling, “do you want to know why I told you, you don’t think things through?”

Alexander growled, “You can't say shit to me. You didn't enter the competition."

She put a hand under her chin, “a competition you've entered that will make you use the majority of the energy you got from your previous meal?" She inquired, "and you plan to hold out while sweet ole’ Lynette is right in front of you?”

He narrowed at what she said. He was frustrated, Fuck.

“Those two really talked you into it, huh? I think Lev did it to purposely mess with you and Claudia genuinely wanted to fight for the sake of new tests and skills.” Zilla replied.

“I can get another giver after,”

“They stop allowing givers at 8 because everyone will be getting ready to go at 10.”

Alexander grit his teeth. “I’m not leaving if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

Zilla laughed, “no, I’m not saying you should leave! I simply thought it would be best to give my analysis some backup data to prove my point.”

That’s fine. I won’t have to hang out much with her after this. Alexander thought to himself.

His mind started to run with it and brought him back to the idea of consuming her. ZILLA, YOU ASSHOLE. He blamed her as he could feel the emptiness in his gut.

Alexander called Drake, leaning on the sideline near Zilla. She watched her brother in the arena and remained in earshot of the phone to hear what Drake would say.

The call went to voicemail. “Huh…”

Zilla pulled away from the railing. “I can swing by and find them. It looks like my brother is done anyway.” She pointed at the arena. What followed was a sizable explosion kept within the barrier around the area. “But of course, there'll be a price.~”

Alexander's worry was overmixed with disgust, “what is it?”

“You know what I’d want, Wendie~.”

Alexander looked back at the field. Drake should be fine on his own.

“FINE, one lunch period. That’s it." He groaned loudly, "next time, I'm going to make sure you're the last person I talk to.”

Zilla chuckled, “sounds like a deal to me. I’ll put you in my schedule.~”

“I hope you don’t find them, and Drake stupidly didn't answer,” Alexander muttered. Zilla pulled away from the railing. He peered back at the contest. After this fight, it was his turn in front of the much bigger crowd.

She doesn’t have a genuine interest in the brat, nor would she attack Drake outright. Alexander assured himself. His primary concern rose again as he dialed again, and no one answered. There's no way she attracted another stubborn monster? He ran his hands through his hair. I knew it was a bad decision to bring her here. Why is she so-different. He thought as he stared at the time. Another minute passed, and he growled out. Drake. Why wouldn't he answer? And that message she sent me.

"She told me I could take her energy." Drake's voice from earlier rang in his head. He looked back out, he didn't- Alexander ran over to the coordinators to resign.

…

Zilla

She couldn’t help her smile. It’s very unusual for Drake not to answer, isn’t it? Not that I should complain, I get to eat Alexander because of it.

She passed by a few other events going on. There was the vertical join, a show played out in tiny little fireworks for the children, and the mayhem maze. Definitely an event she wanted to visit later.

Then her eyes fell to the pink house labeled Sweet's Party in the distance. She figured that's what Lynette meant by Sweet House this morning.

What would be a few reasons for Drake not to answer? She asked herself. Were they in line ordering? No, he wouldn't eat anything from there. Then was he talking with other people? But would he really ignore Alexander’s call if that was the case? Why would he ignore Alexander? Zilla got a few looks from those in their monster form. She hoped they'd give her a reason to eat them.

Then the idea popped inside her head. If Lynette was in danger, he'd be too preoccupied with keeping her safe. She gave a disappointed shake of her head. It’s almost like as soon as Alexander isn’t around, every monster loves to pick on Lynette. Understandably so; she's defenseless and puny.

Zilla saw Beatrice a little further off, talking with her fans. She's living it up, huh? Zilla thought. Now that I think about it, I should call Lynette. Drake would tell her to leave if he got into a fight. Zilla put her hands to her cheeks playfully. Poor vampire beast, he looks bulliable to others in his human form. But he shouldn’t have an issue. It's dark.

She called Lynette, listening to the ringing in her ear, and her ears picked up the ringtone. It buzzed nearby, quiet at first but louder as she went to the left toward a photo booth.

With a flick of her tongue and the scent in the air, her body tightened as she approached.

Blood... She swayed momentarily, hesitantly reaching the red curtain. Though it had a gentle sweetness, the sickness rocked her, and she was ready to break her human case at a moment's notice.

…

Drake

He felt her push at him, and his grip tightened in response. He wasn't going to let her ichor slip from his mouth.

The taste of human blood was already so appealing, but this was stronger. Not that Drake cared to play sleuth. He simply wanted all of it. Drake didn’t even recognize what he had done or who he was taking from. He was too overwhelmed by each swallow of it.

He felt the NEED to do this, again, breaking the habit he took so long to set up.

He felt the compulsion to take everything, drink every last drop, and claim it as his own. Though his own venom wouldn’t let that happen, it made Lynette's body increase its production so it'd feel endless. And Drake also had his own limit.

His stomach could only hold so much, and he returned to his senses once he approached it.

He quickly recognized the red hair and pulled back, loudly gasping. The sudden pull made everything spin. He still hugged her, stumbled around, and crouched down. He put Lynette against the wall.

Once he tried to get back up, he fell back onto his butt. His palms were both on the floor, keeping him from falling to his back.

He choked out breaths, feeling the intoxicating sweetness overtaking him.

What did I do... He said in his head. He scanned her unconscious body. The wound healed at her neck, leaving a bit of blood behind.

He could hear her soft breathing, and a worry lifted from his chest.

She was breathing; he could still hear it. I attacked her… He put a hand to his face. Why didn't I drink from a giver? Why did it have to be her!

He was so focused on Lynette that he didn’t realize someone was outside until the curtain was yanked away. He flicked his head back.

“Zilla-”

He saw her deducting eyes sliding over the scene, “hello, Drake.”

He still huffed and couldn’t get up. “It’s-” He wanted to lie, but there’d be no use.

“You attacked Lynette. Shame on you.” Zilla chuckled, “if anything, I thought Alexander would break the rules.”

Drake thought back to what happened with Mara. He never told his Dad, and neither did Alexander, but it was him.

That's what he wanted to say, but this situation was different. He took advantage of Lynette, and a small part of himself loved it.

He got to his feet, wobbling. “This is so,” his body tipped back and forth, and he fell into the wall. His mind felt pretty clear, but his body couldn't process the high yet.

“Stop moving so much, Drake. You've clearly drunk too much.” Zilla said, almost with a hint of concern.

He smiled at her as he chuckled softly. I'm screwed. He started to feel the bubbly, swaying feeling of drunkenness. His body began its process while Alexander got there, far too late.

…

Alexander

He sat on the couch, looking up at the owner, who had a deep-cutting disappointment in his eyes.

"What was your order as supervisor over Lynette?"

"Edgar-"

"Alexander."

His fingers clenched his jeans, "watch her, and I didn't." He felt the weight on his chest. Now I'm the stupid one, and I got Drake in trouble. "Sir, then it's my fault not-"

Edgar stopped him. “Now, Alexander, don’t let her leave your side for the rest of the trip. Okay?”

The owner didn't let him talk. He left their room once Tristan finished his check-up on her.

Alexander went into their room, looking over her unconscious body. Why didn't I assume he'd struggle to be with her? He banged his fist at his forehead. Edgar's not going to give Drake a pat on the back and forgive him. Alexander knew he broke the rules too. So he'd be right behind him on the chopping block.

He jolted out of thought when he heard her. He backed from her bed.

“Ah, my head….”

He spoke, “how do you feel?”

She shook her head a few times, then felt at her neck, “ah, wait-he-” He saw her frantically touch it. “When did I get here?”

“I left the competition early.” Alexander said, “Tristan just said not to move around for a while.” He stopped her as she got into a sitting position. She was trying to leave her bed. “HEY! IDIOT! LISTEN FIRST!”

She argued nonsensically. “I have to get the turtle cakes with the whipped filling!” She exclaimed.

“What the hell are you talking about!?” Alexander found a heavy agitation as usual.

“It’ll close soon! Look at the time!” She said, pointing to the clock; it was eight. She threw herself up and out of bed, soon stumbling into him. “I want them. They were cute. I spent all day-waiting-after-Bea-be-b…” she fell back asleep, sliding down him. He caught her before she got too low and got her onto the bed with a throw.

You're throwing yourself at me now. If I find out you did this to Drake... Alexander already got the explanation from Drake. He knew what had happened. He pushed those thoughts away for a moment and back to the sudden outburst.

“She doesn’t seem that upset by it, or she’s hysterical.” Alexander crossed his arms over his chest. He heard the door open again.

“Is she awake?” Edgar asked.

“She was," he looked away from her, "then she tried to get up like a maniac.” What was she even asking about? A treat?

Edgar sighed, "go to the room with Drake. For now, I’ll tend to her.”

Alexander nodded but stopped standing over Edgar. Even at his human height, he was taller.

Edgar spoke first, "you know the rules, Alexander.” He faced Lynette's bed. “I won’t give special treatment to anyone.”

…

Lynette

I groaned, pushing myself up, and immediately saw Edgar in the corner of the room. His hair was still in a messy bun from work though he had changed from his uniform and wore more refined clothing.

“Hello, dear. How are you feeling?” He asked.

I saw him place down the book he was reading and smile at me from his seat.

“Uh-fi-fine. How about you?”

He chuckled earnestly, “well, I enjoy making pizzas, as you know. And this festival gave me ample time to catch up with a few friends.” He sighed, putting his book behind him as he got up. “Did you enjoy yourself thus far?”

I felt like I hadn’t seen much. Or I was far too overwhelmed to realize what I had seen. But I realized with the look on Edgar's face small talk wasn't what he wanted this time. “Y-yeah. It’s been busy.” I replied.

He approached carefully, almost calming with his movements. He was a reasonable distance away from my bed and me.

“The others are in the next room over. I’ll call them after you answer one thing for me, dear.” His tone shifted to a cruel demand for answers, “Did Drake bite you without your consent?”

I froze.

“I-” I didn’t even realize Drake was going to attack me. I scanned over his Dad’s gaze, unbreaking, trying to yank my answer out. What should I say? Will he get fired? Out of everyone besides Viola, Drake is the only one who isn’t even that bad. My body reminded me of the switch that flicked with him. He went from innocent and unassuming to biting me.

“N-not entire consent-” I replied weakly.

He narrowed harder, “yes or no.”

He only showed much interest in it if I said something, right? I asked myself, the car ride or when I pushed him about energy-related questions. Then it was an accident, right? “I asked him what I could do to help him, and I didn’t really get a reply." I thought I heard him mutter something, but it was overtaken by his grab. "It was more of an action, but if he needed it, it-I-it’s-it was okay.” I shakily concluded.

Edgar stared down. It felt like he pushed me into the mattress with it. He then closed his eyes, loudly groaned, and rubbed his temples. “If you tell me you consented, you aren't escaping punishment. Do you understand?"

“Punished, how?” I asked.

“In your contract, punishment clause,” he tapped his chest, “as long as you are not breaking the legally binding rules, but a rule set during certain events, I may punish you with a severity that I feel fit.” He looked at me again, “so what will it be?”

Would he dock my pay? He’s a vampire beast too. Would he drink my blood? I took a second longer to think. What’s the worst he’ll do to me? What if he makes me become a giver for everyone else. My mouth refused to open. I couldn't tell what he was thinking either. His eyes though a similar red hue to Drake's, Edgar's held a more potent force.

I yelped out, “I agreed.” I faced away as if he might hit me.

A sigh escaped, "I warned you, dear, you cannot use your days off to avoid it unless you'd like to forfeit our end-of-the-year deal."

I looked at him as he walked toward the door. He left, going to grab the other two.

What did I do? I can't lose the deal now, or the whole month's ordeal was for nothing! I exclaimed.

It took a little while for the other two to enter. Edgar made us all stand in a line before him.

Drake couldn't look at me out of what I assumed was guilt.

Edgar looked over each of us, “I remember explicitly saying that the festival days would be off limits to attacking each other." He gestured with two fingers to Alexander and Drake. "There were plenty of givers for the two of you, and-” He pointed at me. “If you willingly give yourself up to employees, do not do it when I say you shouldn't.”

Drake looked over at me with surprise, and so did Alexander. I was between them, so I could feel their eyes on me.

Edgar's already fuming expression soured harder when he looked at Drake.

He pointed at Alexander and me but didn't look away from him.

“For your punishments, you two will be working the morning shift and your regular shifts for the next week, unpaid.”

WHAT?! I said in my head. Can he-of course he can!

“And Drake, you are doing it for two weeks, no exceptions,” Edgar said. “You two can have a moment’s rest for tomorrow, only your normal shift, but Drake, you are starting TOMORROW.”

We all slumped our shoulders and accepted it.

…

“I’m going out.” Alexander said as he got to the door rim, “STAY HERE," he ordered me, "AND DRAKE. I SWEAR TO GOD-”

“I know…” Drake muttered as he left. It was quiet between us at first. “You didn’t have to lie.” He sighed, “I knew the rules. I should have got fired.”

I rubbed my shoulders, “yeah." I didn't know what to say. "You're not like them with me, so I felt bad if you'd get fired compared to some of the stuff they do and say."

Drake shook his head, "I'm no better, Lynette."

"You haven't met Lev," I said, trying to smile. Or Alexander. I didn't say his name aloud. "Just don’t do it again….”

He smiled back, a slight hesitation, “I won’t.”

Thinking of Alexander made the bets pop into my head, and a thought popped into my head to break our silence.

“As payback, I want you to answer some questions about the others.”

"What kind of questions?" Drake brushed some of his hair over his eyes again.

“What monster is everyone on the morning crew?" I then whimpered, "and Lev's dragon type...”

He ran my question through his head again before answering. “June’s a slime" he held up one finger and counted them. "Beatrice is an Insect Beast Variation, Elliot is a Werewolf, Zane is the same as Zilla, a mixed Naga Mimic, uh-and Tila is a fairy. I don't know about Lev.”

Werewolf? That’s a classic monster I can understand…not that Drake follows traditional vampire rules, he walks in the sunlight, and I’ve seen him in a mirror. I thought.

I gave a thumbs up, then typed it on the uncracked phone on the nightstand. "Thanks."

“Why?”

“A dumb bet I made with Claudia. I’m afraid if I lose again, she’ll make me-tiny.” I muttered.

I didn’t want to imagine Alexander eating me like that again or Lev getting a hold of me. Then my eyes went to Drake. His insides weren’t pleasant either. I woke up inside him the first time I was small.

“Oh…” He bowed his head, “is there anything else I can do to apologize. I don't care what it is."

"That's okay, I'm fine." I teetered forward on the bed. “as I said before, just don’t do it again." It's not nearly as bad as them, but I don't want to be paralyzed again. What if I never get out of it?

He nodded along, “I can tell. I mean-” His smile wavered, “I'll stick to animal blood."

After another moment of silence, he got up, saying he had to pack. I decided to do the same after walking him out.

I checked over my messages, seeing a text from Viola about giving me the gifts I had left with her.

"I need to get that," I whispered aloud, ensuring room in my duffle bag.

I heard the room door and peeked out of the room. It was Alexander holding a white takeout bag.

He held it up. "Here."

I looked over at it skeptically, “what is it?”

He growled, and he opened it up. Inside I could see the cute turtles with whipped cream filling.

“THE CUTE TURTLES!” I exclaimed. My hands went to scoop up the bag, but I stopped and squinted at him. “What's the occasion?”

He stuffed his hand in the bag and grabbed one. He walked past me, putting it by his lips, “fine, I’ll have them.” He made sure I could see him.

"NO! Wait!” I touched his arm, feeling the toughness of his biceps.

I let go immediately, realizing I had touched him. And because of the hungry look he gave me. He dropped the one he picked up back in the bag, then tossed it over to me.

"Then take 'em, shrimp."

I held the bag eyeing it. Then back up to Alexander, who started to pack. Is this because I didn't sell out, Drake?

"Xander, why the sudden kindness?"

I heard a loud exhale, and he glanced back, "because tomorrow, our deal starts again, and I want you to be worthwhile energy-wise by then."

I looked at the little turtle pastries and lifted one up sadly. Of course, why would I assume that weirdo would be friendly to me.

...

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