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thetruearchmagos · 1 year

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Sea Spray [Part II]

Okay, it's done! This took far too long for what it is, I'm ashamed to say, but I'm happy I did it anyways!

Tagging @lividdreamz @original-writing @theprissythumbelina @athenswrites @muddshadow @sanguine-arena @theskeletonprior @thatndginger

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"Get down!"

Korporal Helene Voit dove to the ground, ducking behind a low brick wall as the staccato of rifle fire streaked across the narrow avenue. Bullets smashed through the windows of buildings to either side, glass and chips of masonry falling down on the Einfügung Rettung Zerstörung airborne troops already drenched with rain.

Pinned she may have been, she was far enough ahead that it soon it wouldn't matter.

Laying her carbine on the floor, Helene felt at her back and swung around the bulky, six cylinder form of a "thrity mike-mike" launcher. Just peeking out from a break in the wall, she picked out the gunners position, nestled in a bombed out house. Helene took a breath. The gun stopped its song.

"Granate, raus!"

She raised the launcher to her shoulder, and fired.

Her hands were a blur as she pumped the barrel, cycling in the next shell, and the next, until, clicking empty, she dove back into cover.

In an instant, six bursts of flame and shrapnel ripped across the streets, bathing the land in an orange glow as the Stepmorian line was torn to shreds. With a guttural roar half of the platoon poured forth their own volley of lead, while the rest charged forth, bayonets fixed, smashing through the shattered defenders and advancing onwards.

Helene lept to her feet, carbine back in hand as the force rushed up. Leutnant Aurel Kiefer ran across the streets with them, ducking into the late machine gunner's dug out with his signaller in tow.

"Mithalten! We're behind schedule as it is!"

In the distance, the booms like a giant's bellows echoed through the night sky, crashing in tune with thunder. The streams of death that reached out into the sky and plucked the metal birds straight from the air were an unmissable reminder of why they were there.

Helene checked her carbine, and fed her launcher a fresh pack of gifts. Then, she went off to join the killing.

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"Was zum Teufel! The flak's supposed to be-"

Freidhelm's words were cut off by a massive detonation down far below, a towering plume of fire that could be seen even this far up. In moments, it spread up and down in a line, punctuated here and there by smaller bursts. Junge felt the beginnings of a smile creep up his face at that. As good as his fellow Jagers were at shooting, they weren't worth much against the batteries of rapid firing high velocity cannons, something seen easily enough in the burning carcasses of AL-88s that littered the floor below.

"What is it they say about speaking to soon, eh?"

His only response to to his flight leader was to turn in and pounce on yet another lone Seafoam, its rapidly disintegrating frame Friedhelm's third so far that day. Junge was on his fifth himself, and the skies were noticeably less crowded than they'd been earlier.

His eyes darted about the still cloud-covered sky, finally settlng on a trio of Seafoams making a run for the landing force. They'd made it surprisingly far, but he'd make sure their luck wouldn't last.

"Konrad, we're heading to the beaches. You go low!"

The two aircraft spun on a polished Jescim, wheeling about to face their targets. Konrad swooped downwards, taking to chance to nab his fourth kill with a half second flash of his cannons.

Junge rose back upwards, perched a few hundred feet above his wingman and twice as much back. As the barreled towards their targets, he saw the three planes break off their attack run and shed payloads, instead trying to turn to face them.

"At least they're sticking around for the fight. Leave some for me, danke schön!"

The trio being as brave as they were, when Konrad suddenly veered off to the side they swerved to pursue. The aviator even appeared to cut his speed for a moment, giving them enough of a fleeting hope to catch him that they kept on his tail.

Then, Junge swung out of the sky, pummeling down hard and fast. He pulled his craft around like a dancer, until his reticule found home. Tracers ripped the fliers to shreds, and Junge zoomed past the third before pulling up, while Konrad whirled about to take care of the straggler.

"Gute schüsse! How much fuel's left in your tank?"

"Enough for a while more, Konrad. Let's keep the Kustebrüchers company, I'm sure they'll appreciate it."

The pair flew over the beaches, taking the time to pass low over the hills and fill what trenches and foxholes weren't already overrun with lead and cannon fire. Already these were few and far between, the Coast Breakers proving their name. It was hardly a bloodless job, bodies littered the shoreline and open sand, lit brilliantly by the by the burning wrecks of dozens of landers and mechs, but so far it was a successful one.

Satisfied with their little intermission, they doubled back inland. The tide of the air battle, already well in their favour, had devolved into an absolute slaughter, with the AWA's pilots left wielding the blade. The sky was practically empty of Seafoams, more dotting the landscape than the air, and most of those seemed to be streaming in a rout back where they came.

Junge's fellow aviators across the skies were in hot pursuit, raring to drive off their foes for good. Festung-Flight was at risk of missing out on some action, and that just wouldn't do.

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"Achtung!"

The crash of an explosive charge echoed through the dark concrete tunnel and out into the air, bringing with it a plume of dust. The clatter of gunfire rings from within, short bursts of fury, and a minute later Klaus marched out with two Marines in tow, carbine slung over one shoulder and a half bored look on his face.

"Hell, those schweinhund's barely put up a fight! Three live 'uns left in the bunker, Dauchs and Lora'll be tied up with tying them up for a bit."

From her position laid up against a low hill, Adala just about resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she called back.

"Sehr gut, Sarge. Pile up their weapons ahead of the Seestier, and leave the locals for the HMV einzeller when they get their asses off the beaches!"

The salty old man made a noise halfway between a laugh and a cackle, before barking at his two followers to get a damned move on. Similar scenes were taking place up and down the coastside hills and bluffs, the bloody slaughter of the past two hours giving way, as it always would, to an unending collapse of the men who held that first line. The lieutenant found a grim satisfaction in having her particular strongpoints now so much further inland than most, and with only two walking wounded for the platoon's troubles. Those two were stuck pulling gunner duty on their Seestier transport while their predecessors mounted carbines, but no one was too unhappy with the arrangement.

Not perfect, but in times like these it was strange what one find comfort in.

"Ohayō, Lieutenant. Hope we didn't startle you!"

Those words were soon followed by their speaker, a camouflage clad hulk that shot out through the thick bocage beside her and landed on two feet. Marine-Korporal Odila Feldt ducked through the hole made by the new arrival, the beginnings of a smirk on her face quickly being killed off.

"Guten abend, Leutnant. This here is Jōtōsuihei Ose Kei, of the Maiti Armed Forces. Stealthy one, from one of their scouting elements that's held up somewhere forwards. He's got some intel for us."

As she spoke, the Garakuta knelt to the ground, hefting off his pack and resting it on the muddy floor. Ose pulled out a metal box, and a rolled up scroll of waterproof parchment he spread out for view."

"Hai, I do. Your vehicle radio carries a channel to your commanders, but not to us. This does, and you'll need it. We fought off some of their scouting parties, it appears that despite the chaos your ERZ dōshi have sowed, a major counter attack is due in force. I was one among many sent to try and gather aid, and so that is why I am here."

Judging by Odila's pale grimace, Adala knew she was as new to this information as her commander was. Looking around the makeshift stopping point, she could see the Seestier's crew working at their ride like loving parents, while a dozen over of the platoon's Kustenbruchers were at work cleaning their carbines, smoking like a ships funnel, and sharpening the bayonets that not a one of them would look forwards to having to use.

If this messengers words were true, they might very well have to.

It was this moment that Klaus chose to exit the bunker, arms cradling a truly geriatric set of weapons and with four troopers at his back doing the same, all very obviously not much enjoying it.

"Heilige Ellara, why did those devils make such overweight guns--- HEILIGE ELLARA, looks like we've got guests! Entschuldigung, Leutnant, should I send for the bottles and good smokes?"

"Halt den Mund! Something's come up. Maiti troopss further inland say to expect a big counter attack soon, and we're the closest to help."

The moment Adala finished, Klaus's eyes shot up. He bolted infront of the mech and dumped his load at its feet like it was nothing, before leaping in front of the assembled troops and barking every one of the many vulgar cries he knew to drive them to their feet. His four mules raced to follow his tracks, and in seconds the whole makeshift camp was in a whirlwind of activity.

Adala was, once again, reminded of why she asked to keep the old hog along for the ride.

Ose was slightly surprised at the strange display, though he continued with packing up the map and fiddling with the radio. Odila might have been slightly relieved she wasn't in front of the Sergeant herself.

"Leutnant, should we call in with command? This feels like we might be getting a bit ahead of ourselves."

Unfortunately for the young Korporal, Klaus wasn't too busy swearing to make a sailor blush to hear this.

"Ach, nee! We'll send in for reinforcements once we're on the way, but our orders are to keep going and link up anyways. So, Korporal, get on the beast and ready to mo-"

A cascading storm of cracks pierce the sky, a thousand thunderclaps crashing in a single second that washes over the battlefield. Every soul standing ducks into the nearest ditches or the bunker trenchline, and as Adala dives onto the mushy mud floor and pulls her helmet over her head she can hear the screeching howl of freight trains coming through tunnels and running her down.

Then, it catches her. Even in the slim dirt dugout the blasts are terrifying, great balls of fire and shock that seem to lift the world on a giant's shoulders and slam it again back down.

Then, quickly, yet hardly quickly enough, it was over. Silence fell over their little corner of hell. Peering over the parapet, the Leutnant's eyes scan across the scene. The Seestier survived, by some divine intervention no doubt, and by another strange one a disturbingly large amount of shells landed nearer to her than anyone else, falling into empty patches of grass rather than her troopers.

Overall, she's surprised how light they all got off.

Klaus hopped to his feet, darting his head around and counting off the survivors. Only when he shot her a thumbs up and a crazy eyed smile did she start to breath.

"And that, meine lieben kinder, is why I love fighting these bastards! They could't hit a wall from inside the same building, and they forget that it takes more than one shot to kill a Heimatwelter!"

As they both expected, this only brought out a few chuckles. Still, that was enough for now. The two leaders had more pressing concerns, like whatever it was in the sky Ose was busy looking at.

Adala looked up to check. She really didn't like what she saw there.

Again, the sound of the guns echoed from the cloudy skies. That was not entirely unusual. The muzzle flashes, floating in midair like so many twinkling stars, more so.

And that was not the end of this show. Like an elder god coming down amidst the land of mortals, the clouds themselves seem to part in rolling waves for the ghostly, maleovolent apparition that descended through them. Painted blood red and coal black, light and fire rippled along its fat-cigar shaped figure. The fire of batteries of guns loosing shot and brimstone below, the fire of endless streaks of tracers arcing through the sky like the strands of spider silk grasping for prey, and the fire of a dozen fallen angels caught in its web and cast down below in burning heaps.

Klaus, for once, was not laughing.

"Oh, Scheisse..."

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"... They've got an airship!"

Junge didn't need Konrad's cry to know that, but it helped assure him he hadn't gone insane. Breaking through the heavy clouds, it seemed an impossibly vast thing, its air bag alone so massive it dwarfed his own carrier before it had even been fully revealed. The drone of a dozen massive turbines filled the sky with rabid hornets, while decks upon decks of its lower hull spat out an endless stream of fire that reached out to crush him like it had his comrades, whose burning carcasses he could see falling to the hard ground.

"Abwinken! We ain't putting that thing down with our stuff!"

"Verdammt!"

Still, the pair waved off, climbing high, fast, and away from the leviathan airship. Its endless guns seemed to find the time to squash these little gnats, but swerving and jinking through the storm like madmen they received only a light whiff of shrapnel in return. Finally safe, Junge's hands flew across his intruments, landing on his radio's frequency dial.

"Festung-Flight, this is Festung-Leader! There's an airship in the sky, all signs call-in!"

A haze of crashing static greeted him first, and even Konrad's reply from a hundred feet off his wing was hardly readable. Nothing at all followed, the electronic hum saying more than sheer silence ever could, and with the barest drop of fear seeping into his voice he asked again.

"Festung-Flight, call in. Freidhelm, Adelinde, respond!"

"Festung-Leader, this is Adelinde! Freddie's smoking hard and his radio's out, but I've got hand signals with him. The airship sent us both to scheisse, but we'll make it to the beach to ditch. We're sticking pretty low down, keeping to the big river."

They both knew how optimistic of a plan that was. Craning his neck, he could see swarms of Seafoams swirling in the airship's shadows like shoals of small fish in their mothers safety. Well armed fish, and even the two knocked down warbirds might find that a match.

Konrad had already come to the same conclusion his flight lead had, swerving over to his right wing.

"Sir, I think I see the river they're talking about, off to starboard. Ihre Aufträge?"

Junge banked right as well, mind already counting fuel stocks and ammo counts. He'd make it work.

"Follow me, Konrad. We're going back in."

#my writing #writeblr #original writing #worldbuilding

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caskunart · 6 years

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Dance With Me, 14/2/18-6/3/18.

This picture looks really lovely in person, but unfortunately I can't quite make the scan look the same, and I have so many other projects to focus on right now. However, I still wanted to share even this version of it, because I'm quite proud of it.

There are several issues, of course, including some slightly awkward perspective with the floor, but all in all I think it's lovely. It features Panamindorah characters dancing in a ballroom, likely located in Danda-lay. There are lots of little things I could ramble about, but I've decided not to today.

Characters include (from left): Glossy, Marlie, and Gus (by the tapestry of faun ladies), Lu, Basil, Chance, Sham, Laylan, Fenrah, Gerard and Silveo. Anaroo and Silas were originally intended to be visible, among others, but there is limited space on this paper.

I take commissions (currently closed) and have a tip jar.

This is fanart for Abigail Hilton’s Prophet of Panamindorah, The Guild of the Cowry Catchers, and Refugees series.

#caskunart #The Prophet of Panamindorah #the guild of the cowry catchers #jager thunder #abigail hilton #prophet of panamindorah #guild of the cowry catchers #the refugee series #the scarlet albatross #panamindorah #pprophetofpanamindorah #ppanamindorah #pcowrycatchers #prefugees #pabigailhilton #traditional #crack arts

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pecplesaegis · 3 years

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i’ve been so distracted by animal crossing help. but if anyone has apples and peaches i can nick pls let me know.

#also binged snk today and all i have is the english bversion of s1 theme in my head #ARE YOU THE PREY OR ARE YOU THE HUNTER #HEARING THEIR FOOTSTEPS ROAR LIKE THUNDER #EVEN A LAMB CONTENT IN ITS PASTURE CORNERED CAN TURN INTO THE JAGER #✶ - kishi is speaking.【 out of character. 】

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crescentbunny · 2 years

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When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

Tagged by @screwyouflightlieutenant, @swaps55, and @angry-jager

Well, I’ve only got 5 fics published currently so I suppose this is about to be a master post. Thank you for all the lovely tags!! I’ll try to pick ppl who I haven't seen do this - but if you’ve already done it of course don’t worry at all, and if you havent been tagged in this yet please consider this your tag and just @ me, I wanna see what you post!

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Of Reapers and Burnt Beginnings: A shakarian/gen-y slow burn covering the events of ME2 and the characters and their relationships with Shep as Shep grapples with the very real and horrible trauma of being brought back over the river styx. A follow up is slowly being written, following our intrepid duo across the events of Me3 as well.

But if only he hadn’t opened his maw. His stupid gaping maw. She had nearly been out of earshot of the damned shuttle, too. She stopped mid stride and closed her eyes, willing herself to find the last vestiges of patience buried deep inside her gut. Where was it? The footfalls of both Tali and Liara had paused. She spun and thundered back to him. Did she just charge with her biotics? Impossible to tell.

“You wanna run that by me again, Vakarian?” She stood as tall as she could, glaring daggers into a plated visage much higher than hers.

“I said, you don’t even want to be here. Face it, Shepard. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you damn sure won’t to me. You wish they’d left you dead. You don’t give a single fuck about us or the Collectors. Your actions have made that very clear.” He snapped vehemently and stepped forward, covering her in his shadow. Liara’s quiet gasp was audible in the dead silence of the bay.

Slivers of Time: A non-traditional Shrex piece that explores a very different version of love and devotion than usual. A look at Shepard’s life and happiness as she heals after the Reaper war - As told from the eyes of an old krogan.

Wrex was there too, when she learned to walk on her prosthetic legs. She’d sweat and cry and refuse pain meds while she worked tirelessly, just completely pissed at her new found limits. She’d rage at nurses, and especially at Lawson, Alenko, and Hackett when they came by - she’d even rage at him sometimes. And boy, would it piss her off if he didn’t at least feign some sort of indignant reaction to her bluster. Not that he could help it - her anger assuaged his unspoken fears. Every time she’d get upset or yell about needing help to the bathroom, or him having to bathe her -it just meant her energy was returning, that she was getting back, slowly, to the Shepard he’d always known.

The Shepard he’d always loved, he realized now.

Commiseration: A shameless pwp fenhawke prompt fill from the dragon effect server. Fenris and Hawke’s arguing comes to a head when he searches her out, intent on making her keep her promise to teach him.

Bela slapped her hand into the water, splashing Hawke. “Oh, you two - either leave us be or join us Fenris,” she turned a sly grin on him. “Come on, love, take the stick out of your ass for once.”

Hawke wiped droplettes from her eyes. “Don’t, Bela, he’ll just bludgeon me with it,” she said petulantly.

“Shut up, Hawke,” he grumbled.

She glared right back at him. “Make me.”

Devil’s Den: Shameless Shakarian pwp. Shepard and Garrus head planet side to take down a Cerberus weapons cache - and what happens beneath the forest canopy stays beneath the canopy - unless you are Garrus Vakarian.

Spirits, she was perfection with her suit soaked from the balmy rain and her fringe stuck to her forehead. He caught her arm as she swung to punch him and dragged her into his chest.

“I refuse to be reprimanded by the source of that little trick,” he growled into her hair.

“Okay, okay fine,” she batted at him with her other hand and he captured that one too. “So you’re a wolf, huh?” she said with barely contained mirth.

He chuckled. “I never said I was the wolf they needed to run from.”

“I like the way you think, soldier. Make them soil themselves in fear, then gut them.” She made a half hearted attempt to yank her arm away from him. “Shame they had helmets. I wish I could have seen their faces.”

What it Took: A bit of Shakarian after-war domestic angst/comfort fic that was a prompt fill from Tumblr.

It was quiet.

The alarming kind.

How long had he been unable to hear Shepard pattering about in their kitchen? A shiver descended unbidden through his carapace and down his spine, but he stilled to concentrate.

Nothing. He’d been right.

Garrus pushed his chair back from the desk and tapped carefully over to the bedroom door, all the while fighting old instincts.

They weren’t at war anymore. Hadn’t been in nearly 15 years. He mentally chastised himself for imagining the worst beyond the doorway, but still couldn’t help a sniper’s trained eyes flicking back and forth across the living room and kitchen.

She was there, despite his glass half empty tendencies.

Shepard.

#mass effect fanfic #dragon age 2 #FenHawke #shakarian #mass effect #mass effect fanfiction #fic rec #dragon age fanfic #dragon age fanfiction

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nntheblog · 2 years

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Aot Ocean : Everything You Need To Know

In Aot, The Ocean or Sea is a huge body of water that covers three quarters the Earth's surface. Its water is salty and sometimes sparkling, but it also contains many aquatic species that cannot be fished in the rivers and lakes of Paradise Island.The ocean current has a very different appearance depending on where it is located. If the MahrContinent's northern side is calm, it will be very difficult to build the coastline south of them. Also Read : Carven Aot : Everything You Need To Know HISTOLOGY Ocean Aot PAST While Eldia was the dominant Mahr continent in 843, its king Karl Fritz left it and crossed the sea to Paradise Island. In the decades that followed, the Central Office continued to make this journey regularly, with ships available. It wasn't to invade Paradise, but to deport Eldians who arrived on the mainland and transformed themselves into titans. The journey by steamboat was made to the Eldian Resistance's deportation in 832. May Also Like : Declaration Of War Aot : Everything You Need To Know ARCH OF SHIGANSHINA'S RETURN The 851 extermination of the Titans of the Island resulted in the Ocean being rediscovered by the residents of Paradise. They had not been there since 743, and they were unaware of its existence until the previous year, when it was discovered by the notebooks of Grisha Java.The Tactical Squad members were the lucky ones, who enjoyed it and marvelled at it. Eren had not seen it before, but he remembered it. Their leader, Master Corpsoral LivaiAckerman let them do it under the circumstances. Major Hansi Zoe was also present and collected shellfish to study. Also Read : Kenny Attack on Titan : Everything You Need To Know MAHR ARCH Later that year, a Maha cook, Nicolo (whose ship was taken prisoner by Exploration Battalion), introduced seafood to the former.The Port of Paradise opened its doors in 852The Tactical Squad, Major Hansi ZOE and the Tactical Squad crossed the ocean in 853 under false identities.Armin Arlelt, with the Titan Colossal, destroyed Port of Revelio in 854. Check Out : Tom Xaver Aot : Everything You Need To Know ARCH OF GREAT EARTHWORK One month later Eren Jager, the Original Titan, crossed the ocean leading the swimming Wall Titans to ravage the Outer World. He destroyed the port of Califa as well as the International Coalition fleet which was anchored there.The Tactical Squad, supported by the Warrior Unit, went to Eren to stop him and confronted his former comrades who were trying to stop him at the Port of Paradise. It was destroyed in the confrontation.After the first group had won the second, they crossed the ocean in a Transporter, arriving at Odiha where they were waiting for the seaplane to take them to Eren.The Falco Geis' transformation into an flying Jaw Titan to join the other Warriors that had locked him up in his cabin, caused the Carrier to sink.To finish their journey to Heazul, the ship's civilian passengers, which included its owner Kiyomi Abimabito, used lifeboats. The final phase of extermination was also taking place at the cliffs on the south side of the Great Continent. Many of them drowned, driven by the Titans of the Wall.Five members of the alliance that had stopped the Great Digging in 857 went to Paradise aboard a ceremonial vessel to negotiate a peace agreement. May Also Like : Thunder Spear Aot : Everything You Need To Know NAVAL BATTLES Ocean Aot Paradise Island Coast Conflicts (851-853): - Exploration Battalion supported by the Assaulting Titan vs. Mahr Reonnaissance Ship (851) = Paradise wins with overwhelming victory thanks to the Titan and the Anti-Mahr Mercenaries who ally with Paradise. - Exploration Battalion with support from Colossal Titan and Assaulting Titan, Anti-Mahr Mercenaries vs.31 Mahr Warships including several Destroyers (853 to 853) = An overwhelming victory for Paradise, and the confiscation of an enemy cruiser. Mahr War – Middle East Alliance (850 - 854) - Naval War = Superiority to the Middle Eastern Countries, Mahr's narrow victory due to the ground support from its primordial titans. - Bombardment at Slava Bay (854): Battleship Titan, Bestial Titan vs. Middle East Alliance Fleet = Titans' narrow victory. Year 854 - Attack at the Port Of Revelio: Colossal Titan against the Mahr Fleet = A crushing victory for the Colossal Titan. - Battle of Califa Harbor: Titans of the Wall against the International Coalition Fleet = A crushing victory for the Titans of the Wall Read the full article

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revisionaryhistory · 3 years

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Three Days ~ 111

~*~Emma~*~

We procured our drinks of choice and circled up around the firepit. The two men making up the rules brought over every shot glass in the house and filled them with tequila, bourbon, Jager, and Fireball. Will explained, “In case an answer is bad or so good.”

Chace did a shot of Jager, “You two are gonna fuck with rules the entire time like in Mexico. I couldn’t walk for twenty-four hours.”

“That says more about you than our rules. If you didn’t suck so hard it wouldn’t have mattered.”

He flipped them off, “I’ll pick first.”

Most likely to hurt themselves in a humiliating sex accident. Everyone but Kelli and I instantly pointed and said, "Toby."

Kelli and I cringed at each other.

Charles smiled, "Proven true many times over."

Toby didn't look humiliated, "You two who didn't answer, drink."

What’s quiet, sticky, and ashamed? Chace grinned, “The sheets on bunk bed three. They’re traumatized.”

Sebastian countered with, “The socks of my teenaged self.”

No one else had an answer, and realistically couldn’t top those two anyway. Chace insisted we all do a shot. I think the rest of us got punished because of Will’s smart mouth.

This was going to go south quickly.

What you should never whisper as someone falls asleep. Kelli ~ Do you hear it too Toby ~ One day I'll kill you Will ~ Soon Ethan ~ You smell different awake

Emma ~ I used to be a man Mina ~ No one will ever believe you Sebastian ~ I'm sorry Alissa ~ Don't struggle Chace ~ It's happening again Charles ~ I want to hear you scream

Sebastian had asked the question and he shivered, “No one here is sleeping tonight.”

Toby cocked his head to the side, “No one less than you, buddy. Was that a confession?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “Her IUD would say otherwise. And for that Mr. Creepy “One day I’ll kill you”, have a drink.”

“Ah, there’s the grudge fuck part.”

What song captures the essence of your first sexual encounter? Kelli ~ Mr. Wrong

I quickly added, “Girl, weren’t they all?”

Mina and Alissa chimed in with their agreement.

Emma ~ I Wanna Be bad

Mina ~ Get Mine, Get Yours

Alissa ~ Good Girls Don’t

Chace ~ Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw

Toby ~ Love in this Club

Sebastian ~ Sex on Fire

Will snarked, “Do you get fries with that?”

Charles ~ I Can't Feel My Face Will ~ Insatiable

Ethan ~ Woah oh oh It's Magic

Mina snorted a laugh, “I’m sure it wasn’t.”

Which superhero is most likely to cry after climax?

Sebastian had some blank cards, "I wrote some superhero names down. Pick one and answer."

I got Antman ~ He needs orange slices

Will got Wanda ~ She misses Piedro.

Alissa shoved him, “Ew, your disgusting.”

Alissa got Bucky ~ Hold on, is Bucky really a superhero?

Sebastian explained, “Maybe, maybe not. But I ran out of names.”

No one believed him. Ethan said, “Spiderman, Batman, Captain Marvel, Wonder Woman, any number of X-men.”

Sebastian held up his middle finger.

Alissa shook her head, “Fine. He cries because whoever he just fucked wasn't Cap.”

Chace got Hawkeye ~ He missed

Toby got Hulk ~ His come is green

Kelli got Dr Strange ~ Embarrassed that his cape helped him out

Charles got Cap ~ Can't feel alcohol. Can't feel an orgasm either

Ethan got Ironman ~ Forgot to set up camera to watch himself

Sebastian got Thor ~ Not so much a God of Thunder

Mina got Nat ~ Remembers she can’t have kids

Ethan had asked the question and looked at his future wife, “You lose because you went too hard on the real. Alissa wins because she fucked with Bucky. That’s an automatic win.”

What is the secret kink of the person on your right?

Chace to Seb ~ Bondage

Will crinkled up his nose, “That's not a secret.” He looked at me, “Or was it?”

I grinned dirtily, “Not a secret.”

Seb to Emma ~ Role Play

Emma to Alissa ~ Tentacles

Alissa gasped, “You bitch. And you know it was hot.”

Charles laughed, “Now we know what’s in Alissa's porn history.”

Alissa to Will ~ Alien Abduction

Toby, Charles, Ethan, and Sebastian swung their heads toward Will, “What?”

Will pointed at Sebastian, “He made me watch that documentary.”

The other four went eyes wide and nodded, “Oh yeah.”

Will to Toby ~ Fisting

Sebastian grinned, “Please refer to previously referenced humiliating sex accident.”

Toby to Charles ~ Exhibitionism Charles to Kelli ~ Food play

Kelli to Mina ~ Toe sucking

Chace looked intrigued, “Give or receive?”

“Give.”

Mina to Ethan ~ Voyeurism

Chace again, “Before or after you’ve sucked his toes.”

Ethan to Chace ~ Golden showers.

Chace glared at him, “That was an accident.”

I was a little drunk, “How is that an accident?”

Chace looked at me, “She peed in the shower thinking I wouldn’t notice. I did. It’s yellow.”

I nodded, “I can see how that would happen.”

Sebastian cleared his throat, “Do you pee in the shower?”

“Not when you're in there.”

Charles sighed, “The two bathroom relationship conundrums. Who pees in the shower…”

Ethan interrupted and added, “And how do you take shit when you're together.”

Several said, "Spare bathroom."

I said, "What?”

Chace explained, “Only in the guest bath. If you go in there to pee it’s on you what you walk into.”

“I did not know this rule.”

“Anything you want to share Seb.”

“Not a damn thing.”

If you could grow a secret dick where would it be?

Mina held up her hands before anyone could answer, “Wait, is it hidden or hanging there like a normal one?”

Chace said proudly, “Mine doesn’t hang.”

Alissa looked at him drolly, “Then what does it do?”

“Always’s hard.”

Sebastian laughed loudly, “I know one girlfriend who would say otherwise.”

“Ass.” He kicked Sebastian, “You can decide.”

Alissa ~ Where it’s supposed to be

Emma ~ Hidden on my hand

Will looked at Sebastian, “I think the tentacle sisters have discussed this.”

Ethan ~ My big toe

“Makes sense given Mina is a toe sucker.”

“I’m not stupid.”

Toby ~ A tiny one behind my ear, so I can get off discretely when bored Chace ~ About two inches higher than the first one

Seb ~ My chin

I made a noise that started a bit like a moan and ended like a coughing laugh.

Mina ~ Similar, my nose Will ~ Also similar idea, my belly button to make the boobs easier access Charles ~ Knee Kelly ~ Hidden in my armpit

Your entire high school class hearing a love poem of yours read aloud or your crush discovering your porn?

Alissa cringed, “There is no good answer to this.”

Will gave her a disbelieving look, “Yes there is. Poem.”

Mina asked, “The whole high school class?”

Will again, “Yes.”

“What freaky shit is in your porn history?”

Will pointed at Toby, “That crazy assed circus porn he made us watch was on my computer.”

Sebastian cringed, “Thank you. I'd blocked that from my memory.”

Chace closed his eyes and shook his head, “Not enough drugs in the universe to make that go away.”

Toby jumped in, “You'd rather Emma see your porn history than your high school hear a love poem you wrote?”

“Hell yes. What do I care if she sees my porn history? Nothing she doesn’t know or is gonna figure out eventually. And there's no furry pissing on a hermaphrodite clown in there so I’m clear.”

Chace added, “Don't forget the trapeze anal double penetration.”

Ethan said, “Or the contortionist orgy.”

Everyone laughed until tears were running down their faces.

Alissa choked out, “I want to see that.”

All the boys yelled, "No, you don't"

Sebastian was shaking his head, “It was Cirque de Soleil meets The Exorcist. I had nightmares.”

Mina looked between them, “There is ethically made porn.”

Sebastian laughed and looked at her, “Why?”

Will agreed, “I don't want politically correct porn. Just give me two girls going at it and I’m happy.”

I groaned, “Overacting.”

Alissa added, “Unrealistic.”

Ethan pulled a disgusted face, “I don't want realistic porn. Real is real, porn is fantasy. I need about five minutes of girl on girl unrealistic porn.”

Chace smirked, “You women are awfully quiet. What dirty secrets lurk in your search history?”

Kelli held up her hands, "I don’t watch."

Toby took a drink, “We know Alissa has tentacle porn.”

Mina confessed, “Guy on guy. I don’t want to see pussies and boobs. I have my own.”

I ran across to high-five her, “I'd much rather see two hot guys going at it. Same reason you all like girl on girl.”

Beside me, Sebastian snickered, “And they don't overact?”

I shrugged, “Sure, I just don’t mind so much.” I looked at Alissa, “Remember when Angie didn’t understand something she'd read and we got to a bad place?”

Alissa shuddered, "Fat guy in a leather mask and a black Labrador."

I laughed, "That's our circus porn."

Mina raised her hand, "What the fuck was she reading?"

I shook my head, but Alissa remembered, "Some alpha omega thing with knotting and male pregnancy."

Chace cackled, "Never google that."

"What is it?"

"And how do you know?"

"Male penis swells... knot... and gets stuck. Like when dogs get tied together. My family bred dogs."

Sebastian added, "Bucky gets pre-serum Steve pregnant like that."

Charles looked at him, "Why do you know this?"

"Curiosity is a dangerous thing."

"Thank fuck I’m drunk since we’re at circus porn, bestiality, and fanfic about people I know."

The next morning...

Sebastian was face down with his mouth hanging open and a wet spot on his pillow. I ran my fingers through the shorn hair above his ear. He didn't move. He's beautiful. I watched him breathe for a little while before I needed the bathroom. The guitar case caught my eye as I headed back to bed. The sun was up. The water was sparkling. I picked up the guitar and headed onto our balcony. Instead of doing warm ups, I just played something slow. Then I kept going.

Sebastian was awake when I stepped back across the threshold. He lay propped up on pillows with the covers pulled up to his stomach and his hands behind his head. He pulled his hands out and gave me a slow clap with a slight smile, "I approve of waking up to the sound of waves and guitar."

"I'm happy you enjoyed."

"I bet I'm not the only one."

I cringed a little and crawled into bed next to him, settling on my back.

"What's that face?"

"Just a little self-conscious." I didn’t want to go into detail about why. "Too much attention on just me."

He nodded, "I can help with that. You have my total attention. Do you feel self-conscious?"

"No."

He kept his eyes on mine while he slowly untied my robe, "How about now?"

"Nope."

"Good to hear."

My stomach twitched with the pressure and warmth of his hand.

"When I touch you?"

"That's not the word I'd use."

"What word would you use?"

“Stimulated."

Sebastian pursed his lips, "Good word." Fingers played with my nipple, teasing it to a tight peak. "And now, when I've made your body respond to me?"

I shivered.

Sebastian smiled. "That's not self-conscious." He kept his eyes on me while he circled his tongue around my nipple. "Just going to have to keep looking."

Needless to say, he never found anything.

We lay in each other’s arms kissing for a nice long time. Sebastian sighed dramatically, "I’m disappointed."

I snickered, "I'm not. I loved all your talking. Your sexy time voice is sexy."

"Thank god." Another bit of kissing. "How worried are you about Livvie?"

I liked how he didn't start with asking if I was. I held my thumb and forefinger an inch apart "Small worried. She'll be fine."

"Yeah, but she's your baby sister."

I smiled, "Thank you."

"One of the many services I offer.” He kissed my nose. "I love you"

"I love you." I started to smile, “Probably get more worried later.”

“Usually how it works.”

Today we were staying at the villa. Saturday was a busy tourist day and many cruise ships. We had kayaks and paddleboards. I was confident Olivia would be fine, but I wanted to be sure of phone service. When the call came I was on the pool deck having some potato chips. Salty greasy amazing plain old regular potato chips. One of my favorite stress-eating foods. I liked them anyway, but they were a go to for comfort. I pulled my feet out of the pool and walked to the chair where my phone lay.

I answered to see my dad looking like he always does after he's no longer worried about something. Hair looking like he's been nervously running his hands through. Eyes tired. Face drawn from not drinking enough water and smoking too many cigarettes. "She's out?"

He nodded, "Everything went well."

Sebastian, who had been on the beach, was suddenly sitting behind me on the end of the lounger, his hands on my waist and his face next to mine. "That's great." There was a friend somewhere to thank for fetching him.

Dad gave us a nod, "They put in two screws. An incision about two inches. She'll be in a splint for a week then get the stitches out. Cast for around six weeks."

I leaned onto Sebastian. Relaxing with the warmth of his body as much as dad telling me Olivia was fine. I guess I was a little more nervous than I thought. I smiled because I was feeling like dad looked, "So we can relax now?" I noticed my hand holding the phone was shaking a little.

Dad laughed, "I didn't know how worried I was about anesthesia until your sister woke up from it."

Sebastian leaned toward the phone, "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt."

"Apparently." Dad and I spoke in unison with the same intonation before sharing a smile. I was remarkably like him.

"Give her kisses for me and when she's feeling up to it have her call me. I need to see her little face."

"Will do. I love you and I'll see you later." He looked over my shoulder at my boyfriend, "You got her?"

"Always."

I laughed, "I love you both."

Sebastian kissed my cheek, "See you later, Ed." He reached around me to end the call, took my phone out of my hand, and turned me where he could hug me. “She’s fine.”

I held onto him, probably a little tighter than I thought I was, “Yeah.” He pulled back just enough to see the relieved tear run down my face. “Sorry.”

“Shhh.” He wiped it away with his thumb. “She’s your baby sister, Emiliana.”

He never uses my full name. I don’t know what that means. I can tell you how it feels. It feels safe. It feels protective. Like "I know who you are and I'm here." Names are important and carry meaning. That's why I asked which pronunciation he preferred. I'd never really thought about mine. No one pronounces it right. It comes out Emily -ah-na. I hate being called Emily. My name is pronounced Emile-e-ah-na. Subtle but important difference. Like the difference between Sebastian and Sebasti-an. The similarity ends there because I've only ever been Emma. Emiliana is a name only my family pronounces right.

Oh.

I whispered, "Thank you."

Sebastian kissed me tenderly before holding me close again and whispering in my ear, "I got you."

My holding onto him now had less to do with Oliva and more about knowing that he did have me. He was there for me no matter what happened. That's a pretty major thing to realize. All because he used my full name.

I took a final deep breath of him before letting go. I looked out at the ocean. "I need to go out there."

Sebastian took my hand before standing up, "Let's go."

We joined Charles and Kelli on paddleboards. Kelli asked and I updated her on Olivia. She shared more about her experience, showing me her scar and we compared mobility and flexibility. The men were quite a bit away from us. Either Sebastian's idea to give me talk time or Charles' idea to give Kelli talk time.

After talking for a few minutes, we were quiet. I stopped paddling and sat down, legs dangling into the water, "I love it out here."

Kelli sat too, "The water is incredible."

"Not enough waves for me, but there’s a place for peaceful."

She looked toward the patio where our friends sat. "I‘m comfortable out here. Not always so much up there."

I'd picked up on that, "I'm sorry. I take it we're less inhibited than you're comfortable with?"

She laughed, "A little. I don't talk so openly about sex. No issue doing it, not so much sharing. Then I feel like everyone thinks I'm judging or disapproving. I'm not doing either."

"I haven't felt you were doing either. I was concerned you were uncomfortable or felt outside."

"A little of both, but that’s me. Not on you guys. Do you think the others think I'm judging them?"

I smiled, "Nope. And if any of them did, they don't care. I don't mean that ugly. They've all known each other for years. They accept each other. They're confident in that and this is a safe space. Unless it's huge they're not going to be bothered. I'm like that with my friends back home. Something I might get hung up on one on one I won't even notice in my group. Plus you've not been judgmental. You've been a little surprised by things said, which so have others. I think you've distanced when it’s been uncomfortable. It's harder on you than anyone else. I'm sorry for that."

Kelli shook her head, "No, that's good. I don't want to upset anyone else. Me dealing with being uncomfortable is on me."

"What can I do to help?"

"You already have." She smiled, then added. "I don't have anything against porn. It just doesn't do anything for me."

I laughed, "That means you don’t care for or you haven't found what does it for you. I don't think anyone on their deathbed said I wish I'd watched more porn."

"Thank you, Emma."

"Us new girls gotta stick together."

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Waiting for Tonight, Part I || AU || Master Maxi

Maximus: Maximus leaned over the bar, looking for a bar rag he could snag to wipe his hands. His black shirt a casualty of a reckless dancer.

But what was on the other side of two chatting women in neon cocktail dresses was more intriguing. He lingered, hunched over the messy wood and steel bar hoping to catch the stranger's eyes.

Xavier: It would take precious little to draw the stranger's gaze. He was focused on everything and nothing, studying the interesting faces in the crowd, listening to snippets of conversation, feeling the pulse of the music.

And cutting through all that was the silent, distinct feeling of being observed in return.

He tore his gaze away from the dancers and almost immediately found what he sought. He grinned. Well then, wasn't that all kinds of interesting?

Immediately taken with the man watching him, Xavier nodded toward the seat next to him which had somehow managed to be empty.

Maximus: Caught, just as he wanted. His smile reached his eyes, honest but reserved. Shy, one might say, despite the atmosphere.

The stranger pointed to himself, cheeks tightening as his smile deepened. "Me?" he mouthed.

Xavier: Ah ha, not just a passing look. There seemed to be genuine interest there. Perfect.

Xavier nodded. "You," he mouthed back. "Drink?"

Maximus: His shirt was pinched and fanned. "I had a-" Cut off by the girls as the shifted about, finishing their drinks and disappearing into the crowd.

The gap between them was immediately closed, though eye contact diminished with his approach.

"I'd love a drink. Mine is all over me." A thick Louisiana lilt gently trimmed by years of service.

Xavier: The unexpected accent had Xavier smiling even more. It matched his admirer's voice beautifully.

"Yes, it is," he chuckled, flagging down the bartender. His own accent would probably be a surprise as well. There wasn't a hint of American in it at all; it was all English Northerner, tempered a bit by his time in this country. "What's your poison?"

Maximus: "My friends had me doing Jäger bombs, but I'd rather bourbon. What are you drinking?"

Xavier: "How's that for a coincidence, I've been drinking Manhattans."

Maximus: "Now that is a drink."

Xavier: "A very far cry from Jager bombs. Would you like one?"

Maximus: "Yes, please." Eye contact returned with another true smile. "I'm Maximus."

Xavier: He ordered them two Manhattans before turning the entirety of his attention back on his companion.

"Maximus. Very regal. I'm Xavier."

Maximus: "Says the kettle to the pot," he chuckled. This time, his chin ducked against the collar of his shirt, against his shoulder.

Xavier: "Any old person can be named Xavier. Maximus is the name of emperors."

Maximus: "My mother's Italian. That's the only explanation. Where does Xavier come from?"

Xavier: "Couldn't tell you. I suppose my mother saw or heard it somewhere and liked it."

Maximus: "I'd have to see you in better light to say if it suits you."

Xavier: Xavier chuckled. "I leave that judgement entirely up to you."

He nodded his thanks as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them.

"Your health," he toasted.

Maximus: "To yours." He smiled, watched him for a moment before taking his first sip.

"Will you dance with me?"

Xavier: “Why yes.” Xavier grinned at Maximus over the rim of his glass. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Maximus: "Can't both wait for the other. We'll never get anywhere." In that case, he would finish his drink in a few struggled sips and smooth his shirt.

Xavier: "Ah, but then how would we build anticipation?"

It was a shame to down this drink so quickly without savoring it, but Xavier had other things to savor. Better things, even.

The allure of seeing this man move was impossible to resist.

Maximus: "There are plenty means of anticipation. Asking someone to dance should not be one of them." It's how this man would dance, where his hands and eyes would travel, that mattered more.

Maximus offered his hand once the crowd began to thicken.

Xavier: Xavier just continued to smile as he took Maximus' hand and wove through the sea of bodies. "I appreciate a man who gets right to the point where it counts." Would he get right to the point in other, more intimate ways? Or were they his preferred method of building anticipation? Xavier couldn't wait to find out.

"Are you taking us directly to the center of the dancefloor?"

Maximus: "It's where I last saw my friends." But he had slowed, coming to a halt several feet away. He wanted this man to himself, but with the safety of numbers and nearness.

His smile, reserved though it was, illuminated his entirety. The multicolored stobe lights danced beside his freckles.

Xavier: "No offense to your friends, but I hope we don't find them any time soon." He would hate to have to share Maximus' attention.

And that glorious smile.

"You are absolutely stunning, you know that?"

Maximus: "You can't even see me." Maximus laughed. A fluttery sound. "But blue is your color."

Xavier: "I can see more than enough." He slowly began to move, enticing Maximus to follow.

"Is it? Always been told it's red."

Maximus: "Red? With your hair?" He inched himself closer. Just short from that beautiful chest. "Maybe. I'd have to see your eyes." He took a breath, swayed his hips. "Are you always so forward?"

Xavier: Xavier laughed. "It's not too on the ginger side." It just casually brushed it, like a passing acquaintance.

Those eyes, on the other hand, were positively cat-like in their intensity. Sunflowers floating in blue-green water and focused completely on the man in front of him. On his every movement, his every expression, his every...everything.

"Life is entirely too short to not tell a stunning man he's stunning."

Maximus: It would seem both men were doing an equal amount of intense study.

"Well, thank you. I don't think - I've never been called stunning in my life. To have the likes of you say it will carry me to the new year."

Xavier: "Then everyone who's ever laid eyes on you has done you wrong. Or they've been blind. One or the other."

Maximus: "I think you're a man with wanting." His laugh could hardly be carried through the thick crowd and thunderous music. Too nasally and modest. "But you make me feel good."

Xavier: "I'm a man who speaks nothing but the truth." Too much flattery? To some maybe. In his eyes, there could never be too much so long as it was sincere, and it most certainly was.

"That's my night made then," he said with a grin.

Maximus: He wanted to hear more of that voice, but getting much closer and he'd be cheek-to-cheek.

"Are you here with anyone?"

Xavier: Xavier shook his head. "No one. You? Anyone apart from your friends?"

Maximus: "If you're asking for a special someone, there is no special someone."

The song reached its climax. Hands in the air; lights like blinding beacons danced as frantically as the patrons, encouraging the chaos. Maximus pressed forward. An apology just as caught as his embarrassed laugh. Too many people and one particularly inconsiderate blond with no regard to personal space made for the best excuse.

Xavier: His grin was quick and bright and unabashed. "Lucky for me."

Xavier saw the woman heading their direction out of the corner of his eye, but was too busy watching Maximus move to pay her any mind. The erratic lighting did him absolutely no justice but god, he looked stunning in it.

Lost as he was in his musings and the music, there was no chance of keeping the woman from barreling into Maximus, only of catching him when he stumbled.

"Looks like I just got even luckier."

Maximus: His laugh was akin to a cough, just as shy as he retreated from Xavier's hold. This was what he wanted, but he couldn't help his overthoughtful nature.

"The good samaritan." Maybe...maybe he'd bring his arms to his dance partner's shoulders.

Xavier: And maybe his own would find their way to Maximus' waist. Not to wrap around--yet--just to rest there delicately.

"I suddenly have a lot to thank that woman for."

Maximus: "And you didn't have a dance partner?" A playful scoff.

Xavier: Xavier laughed. "Maybe I was holding out for the right one."

Maximus: "You're ticking every box."

Xavier: “I’m just happy to be here.”

Maximus: Oh no, even more people in an overcrowded dance floor. Seemed the only solution would be pressing into the handsome stranger.

Xavier: Well now, who were they to argue to obvious solutions? Xavier certainly wasn't going to. No, he was just going to tighten his hold a little bit under the pretext of dancing, grinning like a madman all the while.

"Thank god for crowds."

Maximus: "How much have you had to drink?" Asked from the man nose-to-nose with him, rolling his hips in time with the heavy bass, pressed firmly against his dance partner.

Xavier: “The Manhattan I had with you plus another earlier,” he said absently, more focused on the movement of Maximus’ body than anything.

Maximus: "So, you're not going to regret dancing with me tomorrow?"

Xavier: "I couldn't regret anything about you if I tried."

Maximus: He couldn't be any closer than he was now. All that remained were lips, and denial was almost as delicious as the innocent little brush of skin.

"Sorry," he lied, grinning.

Xavier: Xavier chuckled softly. “Think absolutely nothing of it,” he said, making no attempt to hide how intently he was staring at Maximus’ lips. “Definitely don’t do it again.”

Maximus: "Not for any reason?"

Xavier: “Well, I mean, if you’re really curious and really want to, who am I to stop you?”

Maximus: "I'm really very curious," he grinned.

Xavier: "Oh, then it would be terribly rude of me to get in the way of that," Xavier said with a matching grin. "Forget rude, it would be positively criminal."

Maximus: "Maybe we should wait one more dance. Just to say we tried."

Xavier: Xavier nodded sagely. "Yes, of course. It's very important to try."

Maximus: "Trying, right." There were people watching. Some gawking, some admiring, some disgusted. He didn't want to care tonight. Tomorrow he would, of course. But right now he wanted to live in a bubble.

Xavier: He felt the eyes but paid them absolutely no mind. He'd been getting those kinds of stares his entire life; he'd long ago learned to block them out. And tonight, he would do the same for this man he'd only just met.

Xavier would make himself a shield between them and the world outside the dancefloor, keeping the whole of his attention on Maximus and willing the song to end. It was taking Herculean effort not to lean in and kiss him.

Maximus: This was the most forward he'd ever been with a man, and he couldn't see him repeating this tomorrow night. He needed this. Medicine, he told himself, before another month of tireless and thankless work.

Another song. Some trance number with bass rattling his insides. Scrambling logic and caution into shambles.

Nose-to-nose once more, those lips so impossibly close. A kiss by any other name.

Xavier: The song had ended, never mind that another began. They could officially say that they'd tried.

And it had been a damn good try.

Only a whisper of a kiss at first. They were so close already that it was just the barest brushing of lips, testing the waters. Testing Maximus' comfort level.

Maximus: Fingers got lost in his dance partner's hair. His face was warm. He could blame it on alcohol, music, the heat of a hundred warm bodies and the pulse of bass in his chest. None of it was relevant except to conceal the act of his body pressing forward, head tilting to accommodate and offer his mouth. Xavier was bereft of the soft inhale, the tiniest noise from the back of Maximus' throat.

Xavier: Xavier's smile was blinding as his lips met Maximus' again. The anticipation had been fantastic but this was so much better. And now that he'd gotten a taste, he wanted more.

"Come on," he said, taking Maximus' hand and leading him off the dance floor.

Maximus: Xavier's hand was given a firm squeeze. Only a half-second of reluctance to move, before his feet obeyed him.

He didn't need to ask what would happen next, but the mere thought sent butterflies through his stomach.

Xavier: He squeezed back, silently trying to set Maximus' mind at ease. Despite the various scenarios running through Xavier's head, he didn't have anything too intense in mind. Not yet anyway.

He was just after a little bit more privacy. And where was the most private part of a club?

The roof.

Maximus: The night was gorgeous, despite the light pollution. He was surprised they'd been allowed through, and it made him wonder what influence this man had.

"I can still feel the music on my skin."

Xavier: When a person spent as much time in a place like this as Xavier did--and tipped as well as Xavier did--they earned certain privileges.

Access to the roof happened to be one of them.

"Really gets you in the chest, doesn't it?" Xavier said with a grin, pulling Maximus close again.

Maximus: "Are you real?" he laughed. Hands came to rest on Xavier's shoulders.

"Chest, stomach, throat. It's on my arms."

Xavier: "As far as I know." The music thumping below them wasn't slow in any sense of the phrase, but Xavier did nothing more than sway them gently. There was no frantic energy to keep pace with. There was no rush. There was only the night air and this rooftop.

Maximus: Something about his nearness and the bizarrely romantic circumstances had caused tremors beneath the surface. His entire body buzzed with anticipation of the unknown. His forehead pressed to Xavier's, and somehow even the city was silenced.

Xavier: Xavier smiled at Maximus and did away with the last bit of space between them. Up here there was no one to gawk or judge and he wanted to take advantage of every second.

"Can I kiss you again?" he whispered.

Maximus: The fact that he asked, when men before him simply took, he could appreciate his air of gentlemanliness.

But his answer would be given with his lips, pressing to him with warmth and eagerness.

Xavier: This close, Maximus would be able to feel the soft, pleased hum reverberate in Xavier's chest as he was held and gently kissed to within an inch of his life. Xavier felt like he was in Casablanca. Of all the gin joints in all the cities in all the world, he'd managed to walk into the exact right one and find Maximus.

He'd never felt luckier, and he wouldn't pull away until his lungs demanded air.

Maximus: The strain on his lungs was a delightful burn, but one which lost its luster almost immediately. Xavier clearly had stronger lungs; he endured for much longer because when would he see this man again? Probably never.

Maximus leaned away to lick his lips, laughed with a hint of embarrassment.

"You're a swimmer."

Xavier: Xavier laughed breathlessly. "Hardly. I like looking at the water more than being in it. You just taste that good."

Maximus: "There's a," he paused to lick his lips, "there's a metaphor here, I think, but I don't care right now."

Xavier: "Probably," he chuckled. "Regretting that dance?"

Maximus: "No, not regretting anything. You?"

Xavier: "Not even a little bit. You have no idea how glad I am that I came to this club tonight."

Maximus: This was not where he expected his evening to go. There were hopes and then there was standing on a club roof with a gorgeous stranger. "Show me," he said with a smile.

Xavier: Xavier smiled back. "Take a deep breath." Because it would be another long while before they came up for air again.

Maximus: Maximus made a show of a deep breath. Wide chest swelling forward by the display. A gentle, shy laugh followed.

Xavier: "Beautiful man," said Xavier, drawing Maximus into another heady, swaying kiss.

Maximus: His smile faded with the warmth of Xavier's lips. A sharp and unexpected sensation ascended his spine and tickled the back of his neck. He'd been called pet names before, but beautiful had not been among them.

A shy, gentle tongue was offered for the taking.

Xavier: He swore he could almost sense the effect his words had on Maximus. That effect was satisfying enough on its own, but he didn't say it for the sake of flattery. He could do any number of things for the sake of flattery.

That Maximus was beautiful was simply a fact that Xavier couldn't help but express, just like he couldn't resist deepening their kiss to completely immerse himself in that intimate little taste of him. Did he taste as sweet as he looked? Was it just as addicting as the rest of him?

Maximus: The taste of cigarettes and alcohol. Of something sweet and cinnamon. Well blended with his cologne. A man with the rare common sense not to saturate his clothes. Xavier's nearness rewarded with just than warmth and lips and tongue.

Despite the rush to this moment, there was shyness. The subconscious press of his firm body pinged his awareness. Leaning away with a nervous laugh.

"Sorry."

Xavier: The cologne was the first thing Xavier noticed. Too often in places like this it was cheap perfumes and body sprays that dominated the close air, not subtle, enticing surprises like this. What he wouldn't give to just bury his face in Maximus' neck.

Ah, well. Missed opportunity.

"Don't be," he said, smiling despite his body screaming to pull Maximus close again. "I keep you under too long?"

Maximus: "I don't know what's too fast," he confessed. Fingers had curled into Xavier's shirt.

Xavier: Xavier's expression became gentle. "Does it feel too fast?"

Maximus: "Yes," he said carefully, "but I don't care."

Xavier: "Are you sure? We don't have to take it any further than this. I don't want you to feel pressured."

Maximus: Maximus decided to prove his confidence with action. Returned his lips with measured eagerness. Xavier's clothes were released long enough to wrap and rest his arms around his shoulders.

Xavier: Well that settled that then.

Xavier smiled against Maximus' lips, tempted to pick him up and carry him somewhere. Surely there was somewhere to sit up here so they could be a little more comfortable.

Fuck it, he was just going to wrap his arms around Maximus' waist and eliminate even the notion of any space between them. He wanted closeness and body heat and more of that cologne filling his head.

Maximus: Another thoughtless roll of his hips. He was aching. Surely Xavier would feel what he had caused. This passing fancy; he would be gone tomorrow. Leaving behind a memory until the next interested passerby. That was the purpose of these nights. No one he knew wanted love; no one believed in its obtainability. So, Maximus played along. Fingers combed their way through silk hair. Attention given to his roofmate's bottom lip.

Xavier: This close, there was no way Xavier wouldn't feel the effect he was having on Maximus and there was no way Maximus wouldn't feel how he was doing the same. Xavier groaned, just barely resisted the urge to grind against him.

His hands started to slip lower, itching to touch more of Maximus but moving slowly just in case he was stopped, to ask permission.

Maximus: The simple movement was mirrored, a soft little gasp escaping between his lips and he almost apologized for the noise. No, he wouldn't stop him. He was waiting to see how far Xavier would explore.

Xavier: Xavier had never found himself wanting to consume a sound until he heard that sweet gasp, and immediately hungered for more. He only hoped Maximus wouldn't feel compelled to quiet himself.

When his hands reached Maximus' hips, they gave a gentle experimental squeeze. They could either reach around to Maximus' ass or dip into the waistband of his jeans; the decision would be guided by Maximus' reaction.

Maximus: Hips that were particularly sensitive, muscles clenching were given attention. Eyes cast a concerning glance to the only door. Music too loud to catch his quickened breath. Vibration too heavy in their chests to catch four feet on the roof.

The answer Xavier sought was in the squeeze of his soft brown hair, the breath against his neck, the quiet nuzzle of encouragement.

Xavier: Unable to decide which option appealed more, Xavier did both. He let his hands slip beneath Maximus' waistband and squeezed Maximus' hips a second time, far more deliberately. Would he get as beautiful a sound as before?

What about when took a cheek in each hand? How would Maximus react then?

Maximus: Another shaken breath, breathed in and out against Xavier's skin. A man so deprived of touch to shake with their intimacy. He was embarrassing himself, he thought, but couldn't bring himself to speak.

Xavier: Embarrassment was the farthest thing from Xavier's mind. He suddenly had a ravenous need to touch Maximus absolutely everywhere that he could. His back, his sides, his abdomen, his chest. And he would, any and everywhere he could reach. The only things stopping him were the limitations of clothing and the lack of a place to lay Maximus out comfortably for a more thorough exploration.

Maximus: The words were leaving him before he could catch himself. Words he wished he could pluck from the air.

"This where we undress now?" He laughed nervously against Xavier's mouth, eyes as apologetic as the following kisses.

Xavier: No, no apology was necessary or required. Those kisses would be for the sheer pleasure of them.

"You have no idea how much I want to," he said with feeling, unable to resist trailing kisses down Maximus' neck. "Maybe we could go somewhere more private first. Anyone could walk up here." Besides, he didn't have the necessary items in case they wanted to take this beyond heavy petting.

Maximus: "I know what I want to do." Words braver than the first. The reason was simple. His suggestion was familiar. Dropping slowly to a single knee. Kissing over Xavier's stomach. Eyes watchful of his expression while fiddling with the zipper of his jeans, dipping his hand within for his release.

Xavier: "Oh yeah? And what's that?" It didn't dawn on him what Maximus intended to do until he was halfway down. "Woah, wait, are you sss--ahhhh...."

Xavier's expression flitted from confusion to surprise to pure bliss. This wasn't exactly what he'd been planning to suggest but it was just as good. His muscles tensed and his hips jerked, skin seemingly all the more sensitive for being clothed. Funny how that happened. It was like the body primed itself for touch and reacted immediately to the slightest bit.

But he still had a question to ask before he grew even more distracted. "You sure?"

Maximus: Maximus was momentarily frozen with admiration for his future endeavor. Licking his lips, eyes returned their gaze upward.

"You're... clean?" Better safe than sorry, but he hated the question. It was so awkward, and killed the flow of sex.

Xavier: As someone who'd asked that question many times before, if it ever did manage to kill the mood, the mood wasn't in the right spirit to begin with.

Xavier nodded and bent down to steal another kiss. "As a whistle. You?"

Maximus: "Promise." Maximus arched his back, taking another kiss the length of his slow fondling of the head. "Is this okay?"

Xavier: "Mmmm...mhmmm..." Xavier nodded, forced himself to take an even breath to attempt to settle his body. He wanted release as much as he wanted this to last. "Definitely. More than okay."

Maximus: His mind seemed to stutter a moment. Wanting back up just for more of those kisses, but there was something else he wanted and had already begun. So, he would give the tip a taste. Gaze steady as he licked down the length of Xavier's cock.

Xavier: Even breaths. Steady, even breaths.

Xavier looked down and nearly lost his senses completely as he watched himself be sampled. It was all he could do not to keep still. He ran his fingers through Maximus' hair, offering gentle encouragement.

Maximus: The way Xavier's chest heaved did something to him. Warmed him the way only new things could. The wild unknown of something gorgeous.

He closed his eyes, swallowed him down until his nose buried against hair and warm skin. What a perfect taste. A better assuage for his oral fixation than cigarettes and chewing gum. That little taste of precum stirred his insides. The smallest moan to be felt wholly over Xavier's cock.

Xavier: It would've been so much easier to hold himself together if he closed his eyes, or at least looked away, but Xavier just couldn't bring himself to do either. He couldn't deprive himself of the stunning sight at his feet.

There was a shaky inhale as he watched himself disappear into Maximus' mouth, followed immediately by a groan as he felt Maximus make contact with his skin again. The mere thought that he'd been taken completely was almost as heady as feeling and watching it happen, and he worried any movement from him would end it all prematurely.

He wanted Maximus to be the one to move and set the pace and explore. He wanted to be explored, to be tasted. He wanted to see exactly how crazy they could drive each other with just this.

Maximus: It was just skin, he told himself the first time. The taste of skin was nothing if not sweat or cologne on someone's neck. It was and it wasn't at all. It was sweet, he insisted. Sweet and smooth and sour and inviting. Taking this man, this stranger down his throat was like a religious experience. Sacrilegious and artful. One more. Again. His rhythm a well-choreographed dance from other eager nights drowned in alcohol and heavy bass.

He began to fondle, middle finger slowly inching towards that special place where pressure equaled bliss.

Xavier: There was no amount of steady breathing that could hold this off. Not long enough for him to commit every second and sensation to memory. He could feel Maximus' touch everywhere, feel heat and electricity and impatience everywhere.

He was concentrating so hard on trying to make this last that he didn't have enough to stop himself from letting that soft, almost pleading moan from leaving his throat, much less from letting out of the rush of them that followed.

"M-maximus...I c-can't--I'm gonna--"

Maximus: Years ago, his first encounter with a man in similar fashion had ended with considerable embarrassment. He'd leaned away too soon, stained his shirt and sullied his face. He could still remember the bellied laugh from his lover. It was the last time he ever saw him. A lesson which now forced him forward, swallowing bitter almond with empty thoughts. The chase was better than the catch, he told himself. The tail end of the evening and a goodbye as last words, if any.

Maximus leaned away after a moment, sure he had taken all Xavier had to offer. He could never think of what to say at this point. Instead he smiled awkwardly and licked his lips.

6:22 PM] Xavier: Xavier's hands never left Maximus' hair, burying in it to anchor himself to this plane of existence. His self-control had fled him in every possible way except to make sure he wasn't being too rough or pulling Maximus' hair. He didn't have the presence of mind for anything else.

Maximus and anyone who might be in the vicinity would hear every obscene sound of pleasure and barely restrained curse, see the way his chest heaved and hips stuttered and sated smile spread across his face. For a moment he forgot exactly where they were, mistaking the thump of the bass from the club below them for his heartbeat thundering in his chest.

Utterly spent, he leaned down to pull Maximus up into a kiss. He'd catch his breath later, it wasn't as important.

Maximus: Maximus was all but putty in Xavier's hands. Back arched as he inclined to his lover's whims. He sighed into his mouth and felt no sense of urgency to open his eyes.

But he should say something, he thought. Maybe, but nothing was coming to him. So, he remained there, bowed and silent, struck by present circumstance.

Xavier: His pulse slowly returned to normal but his breathing remained labored. He didn’t want to break their kiss for anything, only letting himself take quick breaths out of sheer necessity.

He ended up being the one who spoke first.

“Your turn.”

Maximus: A simple statement which left a rather dumbstruck look in Maximus' eyes. It hadn't occurred to him that he might receive his equal.

"I-I don't... I don't... need..."

Xavier: Xavier was helpless to stop the grin from spreading across his face, just as he was helpless to stop himself from leaning in for another lazy kiss.

"We can go somewhere with more privacy if you want. And more comfort. You deserve a bed when I devour you whole."

Maximus: "I don't, um, go 'home' with men. Although, you have me reevaluating my standards right now."

Maximus bit his lip and smiled. Despite everything, it was bashful; no one stared as long and as hard as this Xavier.

Xavier: "Praise indeed." Just one more kiss. He had to have one more. Shy was a good look on that beautiful face. "Would a nice hotel room work as a middle ground or does that sound too eager? Fuck it, I am eager."

Maximus: He almost hated himself for what he was about to say, but, "Maybe some other night? When I know you're not a cannibal." His smile was playful, albeit a little forced, worried he'd spoiled the evening.

"I want your number."

Xavier: Xavier's own remained friendly and easy. A request to pump the brakes a little bit wasn't going to spoil anything at all. He was just sorry to miss the chance to get to see more--so much more--of Maximus, and return the favor.

"You can have it. How about I take you to dinner? I know a great little seafood place not far from here."

Maximus: "You... wanna take me to dinner? Now?" His laugh was incredulous, just a little too poised.

"First time I've had that offer."

Xavier: "You've never had someone offer to take you out for dinner?" Xavier couldn't decide if he was appalled at every man in the city or grateful to be the first. Perhaps he was both.

"I would very much like to take you, whenever you want. Could be today, tomorrow, later this week. But I do want to take you."

Maximus: "Does this seem like the kind of place for formal offers?" There was a smile, but it bordered on defensive. So unexpected an offer, he couldn't seem to shake the red flag from in front of his face. No one ever wanted the day after.

"Um... sure. I mean - I mean if you want...to."

Xavier: Xavier thought he recognized that smile. It had an unmistakable hint of something he was certain had been directed at him in the past by other people, though he couldn't quite figure out the cause.

He nodded. "I want to. Do you want to go?" he asked gently, trying not to be pushy.

Maximus: Maximus considered a moment, took a step back he hadn't meant to. He recognized that stance, given by others, and felt awkward for having done so.

"Tomorrow, or later this week, you said?"

Xavier: He noticed the step but pretended not to. He couldn't entirely say he was surprised by it; he'd probably feel cautious too if he'd gotten asked to dinner when it didn't usually happen.

Xavier nodded again, offered a smile. "I did. You can set the date and dinner will be on me."

Maximus: The young man swallowed. He could still taste him on the back of his throat. Deliciously bitter.

"I have... Tuesday off."

Xavier: Xavier's smile grew. "Tuesday works just fine. Don't have any plans that day." And even if he had, he'd cancel them. Maximus was infinitely more appealing than just about anything Xavier could think of at the moment.

"Want to meet at the restaurant or want me to pick you up?"

Maximus: "Oh, uh. How - I'll meet you there. Do you like..." He suddenly couldn't think of food. Couldn't think much of anything outside of apprehension and lust. "...Italian?"

Xavier: Ordinarily Xavier would've told, not offered, a prospective date that he would pick them up and he would've done exactly that without a second thought. In this situation? That second thought was needed.

He wanted Maximus to feel safe and comfortable.

"I love everything Italian." From cars to food and everything in between. "Just tell me where and what time and I'll be there."

Maximus: It seemed Maximus thought that line was funny. A private joke that wasn't really a joke. Wanted to reveal his family history - what was obvious given his name.

"Okay, um... W-What about Graziosa?" Maybe a higher end restaurant might scare this flirtatious man away.

Xavier: That smile didn't budge a single inch. They were two for two on private jokes; if only this beautiful man knew that Xavier was moth to flame with anything higher end.

"Graziosa on Tuesday. It's a date." He debated for a moment on giving Maximus his business card since it had his phone number on it before deciding against it. A little mystery never hurt. "Got a pen?"

Maximus: Maximus felt at his clothes. Usually the answer was yes. "Not tonight. But I'll see you at... seven?" Would be a lot of effort on Xavier's part just to stand him up. He would dwell on that later.

Xavier: It was effort, yes, but Xavier's aims were far from the notion of standing Maximus up, or even getting another sexual encounter out of the deal. He wanted one, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted a date.

Xavier was intrigued by this man and he always followed his intrigue.

"Tuesday at seven," he repeated with a nod. "I'll be there."

Maximus: And now he couldn't pull the smile from his face. His eyes fell between them, ducking his chin to try and hide his dimples, the eagerness. He didn't want to appear desperate.

"Tuesday at seven," he echoed. Cleared his throat.

"Friends are probably... lookin' for me."

Xavier: “Yeah, they probably are,” said Xavier. More was the pity.

He was enjoying these stolen moments immensely, and even though they’d be seeing each other again soon, he didn’t want to part ways. He could only wonder if he sounded as reluctant to do so as he felt.

“I’m afraid I’ve been monopolizing you. I’d be sorry if I wasn’t enjoying you so much.”

Maximus: "Do you always talk like that? Like a book." Seemed they were both borrowing time. Anything for one last moment. He took a breath. "I really need to go."

Xavier: Xavier chuckled and nodded. "I guess I do. The perils of having an English accent: everything sounds like literature."

Oh, please don't go, he thought. I'm not ready to give you back yet. "I know. We'll see each other soon."

Maximus: He was losing points this way. Had to. What had been organic and sensual was becoming awkward and jaded by indulgence. His friends would call Tuesday a prank at any rate. 'Men like us don't date.'

Maximus forced himself around and back through the wedged emergency exit.

#Waiting for Tonight Part One #maximusfairchild

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nutbrain · 4 years

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Documentary: Love in Space

Jager/Iana for @retrodisaster. Hope you enjoy!

It had started with a documentary and a simple question.

“Did you know the void of space is -270.45 degrees Celsius?” Jäger queried, seemingly out of the blue. Iana stalled, the screw she’d been fiddling with sat, momentarily forgotten about. She looked over at him, Jager still making adjustments on his magpie. Bandit, who she originally presumed he’d been talking to, sat on the counter a little further down, slurping noodles. Broth splashed everywhere; Pulse’s lab coat would likely have to be incinerated after the German was finished with it.

“And the hottest planet, Venus, is 450 degrees Celsius.” She returned back, making idle chatter, as she returned her attention to her device. Being new, it was often difficult to find ways to engage in conversations with some of the other operators.

The slurping stopped long enough for Bandit to groan.

“Oh? That’s quite the temperature difference. I was watching a documentary last night, Wonders of Space. They left out that little fact. But they did mention—“ and with that, Jäger was off, regaling Iana with a variety of space factoids that he had picked up. She nodded and hummed her way through it, smile soft as he listened to the man’s excited voice. Occasionally she would expand on a fact or add in something she had noticed during her time in space. While it was simple material compared to her research, it made the time pass much faster.

Eventually, her adjustments to the device were finished and Iana’s stomach growling angrily. Jäger hadn’t seemed to notice, hands gesturing as he expounded in tardigrades and their unique biology. Bandit, appearing again but now looking like he’d rolled in grease, decided to take mercy on her.

“Marius, isn’t it time you ate something? I’m sure your newest docu-victim wouldn’t mind eating as well.” Bandit clapped a hand across Jäger shoulder, tugging him towards the door and winking towards Iana.

“Oh yes, I have been talking quite some time. Would you like to—“

“Let her have a moment to process your info dump, eh?” Bandit cut in. Jäger wilted a bit.

“Perhaps, Marius, you might enjoy watching Black Holes, Mysteries Abound. I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.” Iana called after him, the other man perking up instantly. He turned around to say something further but Bandit snagged him and continued to march him away.

That went on for weeks. Every time one saw the other, they would discuss space and the facts that Jäger had collected. Iana would supplement them with her own experiences and research, leading to many thoughtful conversations. Jäger’s source materials became more in depth as Iana encouraged him to look up different topics.

“I have another documentary I found about Europa. It was quite enthralling in regards to all the ice that forms there.” Jäger said, pausing with a bite of food half way to his mouth. The cafeteria was blessedly slow today, allowing the two to have meaningful conversations.

“That does sound fascinating, Jäger. I too found an interesting documentary about the space station I was on. Would you like to watch it together sometime? I could tell you interesting things about it as we go through.” Iana paused, feeling her heart speed up slightly, though she wouldn’t admit to herself why.

“Really? I’m free tonight, if you had time. And if you wanted to watch mine, I do think that you’d find it interesting that Europa is tidally locked, so the same side always faces Jupiter.” And with that Jäger had launched into his factoids, Iana smiling gently at him, heart still thundering in her chest.

Night rolled around and Jäger arrived at Iana’s living space the exact time he had promised. He wore a matching set composed of NASA branded t-shirt and sweats, something Iana had given to him following their initial conversation.

“These are very comfortable. Bandit has already tried to steal them twice, but they’d been unrecognizable if he got his grimy hands on them.” Marius chuckled at his own joke, settling down on the worn couch of Iana’s living space. She offered him a blanket, shifting to allow him room to relax.

The documentary was intriguing. Jäger would frequently pause to allow Iana to tell him interesting facts about the people or certain spaces the camera was moving through. She pointed out viewing areas and explained what her life had been like, so far from home; how her gadget had made an enormous difference in the research done there. Jäger listened, attention fierce as he took in every word.

Eventually, the documentary came to an end, credits rolling, and Jäger was still quiet,gaze unfocused. Iana feared he hadn’t enjoyed it until he hesitantly reached out and wrapped his fingers around hers, resting them both on the blanket. He stared intensely at them.

“You look so pretty when you’re excited about something. I would like to see that more.” Jäger said, voice quiet and unsure. Only when Iana’s fingers sought a tighter grip, did his gaze flick up to meet her’s.

“But not possibly as cute as you when you’re talking.” She smiled at him, voice playful. His tense shoulders sagged in relief. “I would like to do this again sometime soon, if that’s alright?”

“I would love nothing more.” Jäger said, smile soft and warm in the flickering light of the TV.

They allowed their relationship to blossom for a few weeks more. When they were both ready, Jäger informed his squad mates that they had made it official, much to their overwhelming happiness. The GSG9 congratulated them both, though Bandit couldn’t help but lament the fact that being so nerdy had gotten Jäger a girlfriend. IQ shushed him before continuing to gush over the two.

Bandit waited another few days before taking his nephews’ copy of Wonders of Space back from Jäger, confident that it had accomplished what he’d hoped for.

#r6s jager #r6s iana

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askfuneraldirge · 4 years

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Valorous Aurora, “The thunder queen.” Child of the sun immortal Xalamete and the Jager Vish Foh Diloh. She is a proud knight and warrior in defense of her country. She enjoys a good drink and proving her skills. She has an extreme talent with Lightning magic and though favoring spears she is trained well in a variety of weapons. Outside of Combat Valor loves sewing,playing the flute and is a fan of the card game Crystal Ruins. Valor’s spear was a gift from her mother, called Bolg. The spear upon causing injury will fill the wound with metallic barbs that pierce deeper into the body and out threw the skin, though Valor can supress its more leathal aspects. The barbs disintigrate after a short time, but do make excellent lightning rods. art by https://ych.art/user/mirrorone2443

#female #furry #knight #legends of arima #armor #spear #legends of harmony #elysian #elysia #demi-god #window #claws #digigrade #boots #ref sheet

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sir-phobos-boa · 5 years

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King Gojulas Hangar and some organizing

So biggest change is the metal bars as I start construction of the King Gojulas hangar. My KG is going to be combined with the ridiculously large gundam kit Dendrobium. So he’s gonna need his own space.

Other than that I just moved in a few zoids, still deliberating about who gets what spot. But I moved in Jager, military shield liger, and I also added a few zoids along the mountainside area.

I noticed the rather large grey slab at the end of the train diorama, next to arosaurer. I’m thinking I may place one of my mad thunders there. Either my old beat up one, or maybe the shiny new custom one. Not sure yet

#zoids #custom #diorama #work in progress

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fuzethehostagehater · 6 years

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some fuze ships summarized

Fuze/Tachanka

T: points at picture of Fuze’s elite skin , you look just like your grandfather

F: you are my grand father

Fuze plugs his ears when he sleep because tachanka sings USSR anthem so loud while he sleep

Fuze in the morning will throw box of 7.62x54R and say, это день победы

Tachanka drives KV-2

что такое смартфон фьюз ?

wears nothing but Dp-28 mags to cover his important areas on wedding day .

they live in a nuclear bomb shelter or soviet era war bunker.

they go to a ISU-152 artillery restoration project in Volgograd together. Where tachanka was doing push ups at – 40 degrees topless so he can nail parts in without using hammer. while fuze blows up unexploded 152 mm shells.

is their song is белая армия, чёрный барон

Fuze/Kapkan

Fuze was driving to home from work when police officer maxim basuda stops him.

F:officer I am not drunk , I am doing 50 in 50 zone what’s the point ?

K:points speed gun at his heart , no sir you are going over 200 km/h

They go to the shooting range together :

Fuze:нож на потасовку с пушками ?

Kapkan: смотри и учись , нооб

Kapkan drives RC/XD from black ops games

Kapkan carries a nokia 3310

Wears a Traps are not gay t shirt on wedding.

They don’t live in forest inside a army tent

F: hey kapkan why do you carry a shovel on your back?

K: so I can dig a trap when I run out of ammo

F: you mean our grave?

Прорвемся – Любэ is their song

Fuze/Glaz

G: would you like a photo realistic portrait my good sir ?, that would be 1000 rubles

F: ok…

2 hours later.

F:You Photoshop this right?

Fuze draws a plan of his APM-7 cluster charge mk2 then he left the plan on desk and went to sleep

Next day he finds out that it is coloured in rainbow because the touch of colour was out of place.

they live next to Hazine art gallery in kazan

they go to shooting range where glaz draws smiles on steel targets with his Ots-03

детали, меня друг ,детали,

Glaz drives a ОБЪЕКТ 120 ТАРАН coloured in rainbow

Glaz has a iphone X in red colour.

Shinwha – sniper is their song

Wears a Ghillie suit at wedding

Fuze/Dokkaebi

F: so what’s this again ?

D: 보신탕 (bo- shin tang)

F: Delicious

They live in yeong san district south korea.

Dokkaebi has a CIA level untrackerable phone no one knows the brand of.

F: ОППА , dokkaebi what the blin I am at funeral.

D: what? Call me noona …. You 멍청이.

F:Where were you yesterday I was worried about you !

D:니가 나를 걱정해? Wow 처음듣는 얘기

Dokkaebi drives a smart fortwo , actually it drives for her.

Fuze tries to work on crafting better cluster bombs before being bombarded by

Kaokao talk ! kkao talk! Kkao talk! And decides to throw a phone out the window which ends up hitting hostage on the head.

Wears a snap back ,hanbok and Gucci glasses on wedding day but guests don’t really give a damn as they are too busy turning their phones off.

Their song is Beep Beep by SNSD

Fuze/AK-12 (T-doll)

True gopnitsa, doesn’t give a single fuck about life much. she sleeps 80% of the time and keeps her eyes closed.

They have no chairs in their house because they squat all day

Wears Adidas on wedding day.

Calls her sister AN-94 to pick them up and drive them home after their date but she is busy working so she can’t come. instead fuze decides to carry her on his arms bridal style back home while she raises middle fingers at other couples and gopniks that looks at them.

They go to shooting range together and this happens every time.

F: wtf 12… no aimbot!

12: гит гуд , дедушка

Drives a T-90A Vladimir

Reads girl x girl rainbow six siege smut in her free time. this is only time she opens her eyes.

uamee – AKM is their song

Fuze/Finka

FI:Takes the 6P41 lmg from fuze, ЭТО МОЯ ПУЛЕМЕТ !

Fu: Я первый его получил.

Tachanka jumps into room while soviet union anthem playing loud and yells

HAVE YOU TWO LEARN NOTHING ABOUT SHARING ?!!!

Fu:You see lena if you hold peestol like me you never be of shoot inaccurate for afraid of shooting fingers.

Fi:you can live without few fingers debil.

Finka wanted to boost her whole spetsnaz team with adrenaline when fuze starts singing

Пацаны - наркотик КАЛ,

В школе в коробке сдавал.

Наркота - отстойней кваса

Finka wears a hazmat suit to wedding before someone tells her to get out of here STALKER.

They live near the ZONE because such is life.

She Drives a Rkhm-6.

Their song if it wasn’t obvious is bandit radio from stalker.

Fuze/Vigil

F: I don’t see anyone around …. it should be safe for me to play north Korean pop

V: ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT ?

They go to shooting range together but fuze always picks up and hides few spent casings inside his pocket and watch as vigil panic try desperately to look for casings afterwards. then He acts like he found them and assures that everything is ok.

They live in meyoung dong district in south korea

V: I want to be a Korean batman

F:I ain’t gonna be your Alfred hwa chul.

Vigil fills fridge with san- nak ji where as fuze fills the fridge with холодец

Vigils wears a john cena shirt to a wedding before going you can’t see me cause my time is now!

V:되고파 너의 오빠가 될꺼야 두고봐 나의 마음이

F:what are you saying?

V:Do you know k-pop ?

Their song is Danger by taemin

Fuze/Jager

Fuze felt bad that the jager lost the acog sight which made him depressed for weeks. so he did the only right thing and gifted jager acog without magnification for him.

J: puts ADS on the ground / you can stop worrying about grenades now

F:you can start worrying about grenades now.

jager drives a T-V Panther

they live in a aircraft hangar near Berlin

they play war thunder together but results are that fuze wins and jager complains there is so much Russian Bias is in the game where as fuze thinks it’s only historical

their song is Rote Flieger

Fuze/Twitch

if you have few spare hours i love to tell you how this drone is master piece of design….. and fuze lets her go on for hours and explain what she did and what kind of problems she had to out come. before fuze asks why does it always get one shotted in the droning phase i must ask ?

they live in paris their house is full of weaponized baguettes and hostage torturing devices.

T:stay two steps a head of enemy

F:but your drone can’t jump.

when they go shooting ranges fuze wears two hearing protections because her call outs when she reloads is louder than artillery going off.

i don’t know what did i just write…

pictures belong to the actual quality content creaters o7 so get lost EU.

also if you ship fuze x ying pls fite me irl

#fuze #rainbow six siege #fuze is shippable as f #fuze ships #random fuze stuff

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caskunart · 6 years

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A Variety of Poses, 2/5/18 - 20(?)/5/18

So I did these as a birthday gift to myself, and also because I thought others would find it fun to look at. I was informed by Sibling #2 that it looks like Silas and Gus are arm-in-arm, hehe, but that's not bad (or really unrealistic). Gus is actually just crossing his arms though. Please click on each image for a better look at it!

This picture was mostly just fun. Gus was hardest to draw, and Sham's new short haircut changes like the wind, as opposed to his old long haircut, which was easy to draw and keep the same. I intend to draw Sham with both that old and new haircut.

I think I prefer drawing Chance at other angles. Not because I don't think he looks pretty here. He looks pretty here. I just like displaying the arch I like to put in his nose.

There is a version of this with several characters (Chance, Silveo, Gwain, and Laylan) having more 'animal' eyes. Chance and Gwain have horizontal pupils, Silveo and Laylan vertical fox ones. I might upload that if I ever do the colour version of this.

Characters include: Chance, Silveo, Gwain, Gerard, Sham, Laylan, Silas Gus.

I take commissions (currently closed) and have a tip jar.

This is fanart for Abigail Hilton’s Prophet of Panamindorah, The Guild of the Cowry Catchers, and Refugees series.

#caskunart #The Prophet of Panamindorah #the guild of the cowry catchers #jager thunder #abigail hilton #prophet of panamindorah #guild of the cowry catchers #the refugee series #the scarlet albatross #panamindorah #pprophetofpanamindorah #pcowrycatchers #prefugees #ppanamindorah #pabigailhilton #lineart #crack arts

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azzandra · 6 years

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Cave Felem

Girl Genius Event Week Day 3: Construct / Clank / Machine

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(Part 1) (Part 2)

Cats were not uncommon on space stations or ships. Any place that facilitated the traffic of people or freight tended to be plagued by vermin, and even technology specifically developed to deal with this problem had its limits. When the DNA scanners, energy nets, organic dischargers and cleaning automats with switchblades all failed, nothing could beat a good old fashioned cat for murder with great prejudice.

What stations tended not to have, however, were uplifted cats. It was not uncommon for frontier or backwater colonies to have uplifted animals, but this was seen as a practice typical to obscure outposts, where extra working hands were always needed, and if the extra working hands were also not recognized as people, that was all the better excuse not to pay a wage. Core Worlds abhorred even the creation of uplifted animals as inhumane, and the traders who kept the flow of commerce between the frontier and the Core Worlds tended to share in that attitude.

Krosp was... an interesting outlier, on a series of levels. Agatha still didn't know what he'd been doing on the station, except his creator had apparently run foul of Captain Wulfenbach's militia. But he was unusually sharp even for an uplifted animal, and self-interested in a way that tended to be eliminated on a gene level during the modification process.

Which was perhaps why Krosp was the first one to notice when the pack of mercenaries caught up with them.

"There's three of them," Krosp informed Agatha in an undertone, poking his whiskers out of her backpack just enough to be heard.

Agatha was in the middle of haggling for parts, so she didn't pause to respond to Krosp, but her negotiations turned more aggressive after that.

They'd gotten as far as the Zumzum asteroid belt colony before Baba Yaga's rickety old hyperstream engine finally gave out. They could have surfed the hyperstream for a while longer, letting it take them all the way into wild space, but there was no saying if they'd run into an outpost before they ran out of steam. Zumzum was the last civilized marker on their map.

Agatha didn't get the part she needed, but she left the machine shop behind and walked into the flow of traffic. There wasn't much of it; as a trading post, Zumzum was secondary at best, and made its living off asteroid mining. But in the crepuscular lighting of the colony, kept at 40% to preserve energy, Agatha was hoping she could at least lose the tail.

She dodged between two buildings, climbed up a ladder, scooted across a thick pipeline, and dropped into an alleyway on the other side of the marketplace. It looked like a refueling station just off the space dock, but it was empty of workers at this hour. The colony was small, but it was built into an asteroid, and it was twisty, especially since they were clever about the artificial gravity. You looked up, and what you saw wasn't sky, but more buildings. Maybe that labyrinthine nature would be enough to help her escape pursuit.

She had to let Zeetha know about this pursuit. But calling her might be too risky, if the mercenaries were listening for any transmissions.

Agatha heard footsteps, and that sent her scurrying for a nearby grate, which she pried loose so she could hide into the crawlspace behind it. She had just enough time to pull the grate back into place before the footsteps turned a corner.

She help her breath, straining to listen and be quiet both at once, but the loudest thing was the thundering of her heart. Both she and Krosp stood absolutely frozen as they waited. The footsteps seemed to make a short circuit of the area just outside, and then fade into the distance.

The entire thing must have taken just five minutes, but Agatha was shaking with tension by the end. It might have just been paranoia, and whoever that was hadn't even been looking for them, but after the narrow escape out of Mechanicsburg, Agatha didn't want to take any risks.

Krosp's ears flicked, swiveling back and forth as he strained to listen for any sign of approach.

"I think they may be gone," he said.

"Oh, good." Agatha pushed the grate off the entrance, careful not to rattle it too loudly. "We need to find Zeetha and--ack!"

Agatha was interrupted by a hand clamping down on her forearm as soon as she tried to leave the crawlspace, and dragging her out.

Krosp hissed as Agatha was dragged out, her feet kicking and stirring up dust.

"Hoy! Look vot ve got here!" a cheerful voice rang out, and that was when Krosp zipped out and jumped right onto the face of Agatha's attacked.

The mercenary staggered back, dropping Agatha as he suddenly had a face full of claws to deal with.

"Agatha, run!" Krosp yelled, digging in viciously.

But when he glimpsed back at her, she was already in the clutches of a second mercenary, and--how had Krosp not heard two of them get so close?

Krosp froze with his claws still planted right in the face of the mercenary he'd attacked. He looked unusually green, now that Krosp thought about it. Baseline humans didn't usually come in that kind of coloration. And if this wasn't a human, then what--

The moment of hesitation was enough for the mercenary to grab Krosp by the scruff of his neck and peel him off, holding Krosp at arm's length.

"Goot kitty," the green one spoke, grinning even with the bleeding furrows on his face and neck, "but ve iz not goink to hurt hyu."

The grip on his scruff was immobilizing, sending a numbness down from Krosp's jaw to the rest of his body. But the mercenary dropped him, and Krosp landed gracefully on his feet. His fur stood on end as he hissed and prepared for another attack. There were three of them now, Krosp noticed. How were they this stealthy?

Agatha was not out of the fight yet. She snarled as she swung at her own opponent, managing a punch to the neck that would have made Zeetha proud. Most armor was vulnerable at the joints, and she'd been drilling Agatha on the weak points for every model.

"Hy giff up!" Agatha's opponent said, throwing up his arms, and this actually had Agatha freeze in place, unsure about the sincerity of the statement, but unwilling to keep waling on someone who wasn't fighting back.

"Ve iz ezpecially not goink to hurt you," the green humanoid continued, and then fell to one knee, much to Krosp's confusion. "Miztress," he added, his grin still in place as his eyes were turned down.

Agatha looked flabbergasted for a moment. The second mercenary took off his helmet to reveal a purple complexion and a mane of enviably glossy hair. He knelt as well. And the third mercenary, who had a horn sticking out of his head and had foregone a helmet completely, joined them.

"Krosp, they're Jagers," Agatha whispered to him, awed and even a little scared. "Uh... please rise?"

The Jagers were on their feet with surprising speed, grinning at her.

"Hyu haff a goot cat," the green one told her, voice rumbling with approval. "But how'z about ve do de fighting for hyu now?"

#girl genius event week #girl genius fanfic

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alhilton · 2 years

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just wondering, is there going to be some jealous Gerard in Jager Thunder? mainly because i want to see what jealous Gerard would act like. ^_^

You've probably forgotten you wrote this, but I have just learned that I have messages on Tumblr. Jealously is pretty rare in my books, because I don't find it very attractive or fun to write about. But my characters do get jealous occasionally. Umm. I don't remember any jealously Jager? I don't know what Gerard would have to be jealous about in that book. In Cormorant, there's definitely some jealousy between Percy and Gus, although it's not romantic in nature, and it's really all on Gus's side. Percy is pretty oblivious. Resolving that situation was fun.

#panamindorah #cormorant

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journeysintowebcomics · 6 years

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Girl Genius Liveblog #168

UPDATE 168: And Then There Were Dragons

Last time the consequences of Wulfenbach’s new strategies were seen. Weak troops were sent into Mechanisburg. At first sight they’re formidable enough – mechanical narwhals drilling through the ground, seriously – but everyone knows the Baron has much stronger and better stuff. Looks like it was true that he wanted Agatha caught alive. Let’s continue.

There are so many people with unique talents being sent into Mechanisburg, and they defeat every single one of them. Nobody tells what’s the Baron’s plan, they all say the same thing about not knowing what he’s thinking. Well, yeah, that’s to be expected. I’m sure Wulfenbach wouldn’t reveal his plans and thoughts to his troops, there’s always classified information. There’s stuff he doesn’t tell his own son, no way lowly troops will be in the know, even if they’re talented.

Since accosting the troops they defeated led nowhere, Agatha goes with Tarvek to see what’s wrong with the Castle this time.

Ah. Yeah, that could be it. Maybe the Castle is referencing its need for electricity – a problem everyone already knew – and not a need for someone to fix it, because the problem isn’t that it’s broken, it’s that there’s not enough energy. No time to wait for it all to recharge, and since Tarvek’s well-received suggestion of making Spark puree to try to speed up the process – hah! Of course the sparks that aren’t named Agatha liked the sound of that – won’t work, there must be some other way, yeah?

Hmmm...the thing is that there’s really no way to make the Castle’s energy reserves grow soon. The main source of energy seems to be the wheel on the underground river, and that’s not going to run quicker just because they will it, and right now there’s also no time for breaking the laws of nature and physics there to make the water flow faster. Another option that crossed my mind was the possibility of directly funneling electricity into the Castle, but there’s problems stemming from that: one is that there’s no constant source of electricity anywhere, thanks to the steampunk setting. The Castle’s wheel is the only electricity source in Mechanisburg. The other problem is that even though devices such as Gil’s lightning weapon exist, an immense amount of voltage would be needed to power up the Castle. I don’t think it’ll be enough.

There’s no time to discuss this, either, because they’re still in middle of the discussion when something hits the gates of Mechanisburg with a lot of strength. The enemies brought a ram! How...delightfully medieval! The gates may not resist, so to assess the situation, Agatha wants to get to the top of the wall to take a look.

...ah. It’s a ram. A literal ram. I don’t know what I expected. I thought it’d be a battering ram with some steampunk touches, but I didn’t expect a two-stories tall ram, fur and flesh. I don’t know why I didn’t expect it. By now I should know better, right? Yet here I am, the idea having never crossed my mind. When will I learn.

As if the situation wasn’t hard enough already, it starts raining. It’s a thunderstorm. Oh, hey, maybe that can be useful! If I remember correctly, large buildings such as cathedrals and fortresses in the past used to have lightning rods. If the Castle has one or two, maybe it can get a quick charge thanks to the thunderstorm. The problem is that with this army right outside the walls, it may be difficult to keep everyone at bay while they want for a miraculous thunder strike. What’ll be stronger? The weakening defenses of Mechanisburg, or the Baron’s army? My bet is on the first...if maybe only on the brink of time.

Apparently not everyone knows the Baron is alive and giving orders around. A random Jager and guard are commenting the Baron is missing and maybe dead. That’s going to make them even more confused, yep.

Since it’s her town what’s being attacked, Agatha decides she had enough watching and wants to go fight. She has a big armor with a big battleax and she’s not afraid of using it! Tarvek got there first so he’s given permission to do what he wants. Hah! If it wasn’t because I’m sure Agatha wouldn’t put Tarvek or anyone in danger intentionally, I’d think there’s a catch to this.

Tarvek doesn’t need to be told twice, he fires electricity upon the ram, but unfortunately the ram seems to be Ground-type, so electric attacks are ineffective. Okay, no, what’s actually going on is that the Baron knew about Gil’s electric rod, and surely he knew Agatha knew about it, so he ensured the troops would be protected against them. Well that’s a bummer, but he did also protect his troops against giant battleaxes? I mean, true, going out there by yourself even if you have a two-ton armor would be a stupid move, but that’s bound to be an effective weapon, right? ...okay, maybe not against the two-stories tall ram, but other stuff won’t be resistant to the brunt of the axe.

Without a way to stop the ram, all they can do is watch...how it goes away. Success?

Right, and now he knows how strong what he sends must be. So, what Wulfenbach will do now is send troops that are slightly above the threshold he just defined, and hold back the strongest troops, perhaps? To avoid crushing Mechanisburg entirely. He wants Agatha alive, after all.

That’s a dragon, a dragon...knight, page included. Neato! So this is the level of strength that’ll be sent into Mechanisburg, eh? Seems dangerous enough, this should be taken seriously. The problem is that there’s nothing to counter it with – at least until the Heterodynes’ dragon construct comes forth.

Hm. Apparently the Heterodynes’ dragon can’t do much against this red dragon the Baron has. No surprise fire doesn’t work because...well, its opponent is also a dragon. It’s a given fire wouldn’t work, right? Maybe punching would go better – as long as he’s not the one getting punched, geez, that’s a mean right hook.

Apparently the construct’s name is Franz Scortchmaw, Bone Gnawer of the Heterodynes, First and Most Dread (sic) of Dragons. Alright, calling him Franz from now on. Franz isn’t doing well, being mostly talk, and being caught off-guard by another punch. Hm. Guess this really was the level of strength nobody in the Heterodynes forces could stop.

Mental note: use ‘shiny-arsed twerp’ at least once in my life.

Franz is doing...well, terrible. Not very impressive, for a dragon. He’s getting his not-so-shiny arse kicked, in fact. He’s almost getting killed, since a decades-long sleep doesn’t seem to do wonders for your stamina and strength. Ah, it’s the traditional moment of almost death! Will Agatha or Tarvek step in with the armor?

Well, Agatha did intervene, but not with the armor.

Worth a try. I do wonder what’s her logic for doing this. From what I see here, it does work! And Franz feels energized, and able to punch back and truly fight, so all is well on that regard.

So it’s like a constant with the Heterodynes, everything needing a certain amount of electricity to keep going. I see! The logic is sound. It also gives Agatha the idea of giving the Castle a strong jolt with the lightning rod, with all of Gil’s generators at full strength. Guess a lightning bolt won’t be needed!

Not that there’s time to do anything, because before Franz can defeat the red dragon decisively, something intervenes – well, a group.

None of these clanks seem to have Wulfenbach’s insignia on them, that’s odd. Could they not be related to Wulfenbach at all? The red dragon does plead ignorance to this, although that may be because he’s a dragon and these are knights. Those don’t usually get along.

Well I think I’m stopping here! I checked the next page, and stuff’s happening!

Next time: in five updates

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