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lunasblunt · 2 months

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SFW!!!!

pairing: logan howlett x original fem!mutant character

summary: in the midst of a mission, terra, a mutant with the ability to manipulate earthly elements, convinces logan to leave the hotel room they’ve been confined in

suggested song: about you by the 1975 another pretty basic one ik but i always associate this song w the beach at night i just think it’s perfect for this

CW: drunk/intoxicated characters, sliiiight nsfw??? they swim in their underwear…., otherwise just fluff + some angst ig at the end

A/N: i have been so obsessed w the idea of this for so long u guys have no idea.

***not related to barracuda!!! just a fun little oneshot :)

terra slugs back a shot of whiskey straight from the bottle, trying her hardest not to make a face as logan watches her.

the two had finally started to get along, and it wasn’t everyday logan shared his liquor with anyone.

this mission had really gotten the best of them. they were drained, discouraged and sick of the hotel room the professor had provided them. it was only a matter of time before the two went crazy from staring at the same striped wallpaper.

“i don’t know how you do it,” the girl shakes her head, not fond of the taste lingering in her mouth. “whiskey is not my friend.”

logan lets out a low chuckle, taking a swig the second the bottle is back in his grip.

there’s a beat of silence, the voices of neighboring hotel rooms the only thing breaking the stillness. logan lets out a content sigh as he rests the bottle down. he was finally pretty tipsy, a feeling he’d been waiting on for the past few hours. terra, however, was already quite intoxicated; tossing back shots of tequila at the bar like it was nobody’s business.

a faint ticking of a clock causes the brunette to jump up. she was itching to leave that damn room, and if she heard that clock tick any longer she knew it wouldn’t end well.

“don’t you just…” she starts, propping herself up by sitting on her feet. logan turns his head slowly, savoring the sensation he’d accomplished. “want to get out?”

the man hums in response. she had a point. the two were trapped in this loop of visiting the bar, pretending to be people they’re not, then heading back to the hotel room.

it was starting to get exhausting.

on the other hand, logan knew he couldn’t disobey charles’s direct orders. his wise, trusting voice rang in logan’s ears.

“the professor gave us specific instructions.” he runs a hand through his hair. “it wouldn’t be smart to leave.”

terra rolls her eyes at this. in what world was logan, the wolverine for god’s sake, all for following rules?

“oh come on,” she says with a frown, not taking no for an answer. she scoots closer to him, softly poking a finger into his shoulder. “live a little.”

logan can’t suppress the genuine laugh that escapes his lips.

he’d lived a little too much. two hundred years under his belt… and counting.

with a sigh, logan stands from his seat on the floor. he gives a knowing look to the girl sat in front of him, then turns on his heel to grab his hotel key, reluctantly agreeing.

as the two walk further from the building, logan realizes he has no idea where the pair are even headed.

“so what’s your plan, princess,” the sarcastic nickname rolls off his drunken tongue. “just frolic around the streetlights at midnight? thrilling.”

terra rolls her eyes at the man’s remarks, then reaches for a hand.

“i need to show you something.”

something about the soft tone in her voice, or maybe the way her subtle smirk lit up her face as she turned to him, made the hair on logan’s arms stand. he found himself letting her lead the way without putting up fight, trying to piece together whatever feeling just washed over his body.

terra sports a mischievous grin as she reaches the beach she had taken note of just days before. she’d been dreaming about this area of town ever since she saw it and was eager to finally sink her feet into its sand.

when logan steps onto the beach, he mentally curses himself for not knowing any better. of course her of all people would bring him by the water in the middle of the night.

“the beach.” logan snarls, running his tongue over the inside of his cheek as he examines the area.

“it’s nice, isn’t it?” the girl takes in the fresh ocean air, still smiling.

logan lets a moment of silence linger between them, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

it was kind of nice.

as if a switch had been flipped, terra's quiet aura was suddenly replaced by a burst of energy she had been holding back for nights.

“come on!” she nudges the man toward the spot where the water meets the sand, her toes curling as its cold temperature runs over her bare feet.

logan watches, or supervises, rather, as terra drunkenly spins around, ankles deep, careless of her actions.

something about this felt so peaceful, grounding even. maybe it was witnessing someone truly care for the world around them, or maybe it was seeing how the girl no longer seemed concerned with his opinion of her. this was a side of her he’d never really seen. he wished he could capture the moment properly.

he tries to ignore the way that same feeling from earlier grew in his stomach, wishing he’d brought the whiskey with him.

“wanna go in?” terra asks, breaking logan out of his thoughts.

“huh?”

“the water.” she laughs, hiccuping a bit. “do you want to swim?”

logan furrows his brows in disbelief. was she serious?

“no.”

“come on, logan,” she pleas, turning to face him directly. she inches toward him, reaching out for his hands. logan gulps. “when was the last time you went out and did something, i don’t know… spontaneous?”

logan rolls his eyes silently. she was on fire with the old jokes tonight.

“we’ll go in our underwear, so we have something dry to come back to.” she pauses, trying to cling onto the idea that maybe, just maybe he’d go in with her.

no response.

as terra begins to lose all hope, logan starts to peel off the black t-shirt that had been covering his torso.

within seconds, the wavy haired brunette found herself giggling up a storm as she stripped from her clothes; logan tossing his aside and making his way to the water before she’d even gotten to her skirt.

“logan!” she calls out after him, rushing over as the water starts to reach his knees.

thinking back on it, logan would say his first mistake of the night was waiting for her to catch up. the sight of terra jogging into the ocean in nothing but a bra and panties was something, but the fact that the fabric was practically transparent made the feeling in his stomach spread down to his pants.

logan had to squeeze his eyes shut so he didn’t make a fool of himself.

“cold?” she snaps him out of his second daze of the night.

“yeah, cold.”

when they get far enough, terra starts to swim around, floating on her back and practicing all the strokes she can think of. logan watches, trying to seem like his drunken mind wasn’t a shit show.

eventually, the girl makes her way over to him. she smiles as she rests her arms around his neck, their foreheads inches from each other. she plays with the ends of his now soaked hair as she catches her breath, a smile plastered on her mouth.

logan tenses up, his heart starting to race.

she looks up at the moon that sits above them, thankful of its existence, admiring its beauty and the way it lit up the night sky like their own personal nightlight.

“the moon looks so beautiful.” she speaks, allowing herself to lean the side of her head against the man’s chest, still staring directly at it.

logan nods in agreement, trying to seem interested, but he can’t seem to tear his eyes from the scene below him. he took in the angle he had of her, her head buried in his chest as the light of the moon formed a twinkle in her eye.

“a waxing gibbous.” she adds, chuckling. a brief silence falls over the two of them. she glances up at logan, who’s still mesmerized by this “new” version of her, her eyes wide and clueless.

before she thinks to question his unusual behavior, terra watches as the man’s gaze lowers to her mouth. when their eyes reconnect, the silence continues to float between them.

without a second thought, terra leans in, pressing her lips to his.

logan’s taken aback at first, not expecting that bold of a move, but then leans into her touch; cupping a hand around the side of her face as he deepens the embrace.

for a moment everything feels right, their drunken bodies molding into each other under the stars.

until logan rips his face from hers, turning with a furrowed brow.

the silence between them is known all too well.

terra stares blankly at the man before her, caught off guard and blushing with embarrassment. her mind scrambles to think up any possible way she can fix whatever just happened. they were finally at a good point and she decided to mess it all up.

she felt so stupid.

“logan…” she starts, unsure of what she even wanted to say.

he carries himself out of the water, shaking his head with an angry, regretful look painted on his face.

what had she done? for a split second, terra just wants to scream. that is, until the sound of a voice began to echo inside her head.

“terra,” it sighs, unimpressed. terra can’t help the knowing shiver that runs down her spine. “you shouldn’t be out.”

the girl’s head snaps to the shoreline, where she can make out the figure of a red-haired girl and a man standing beside her.

jean… and scott.

logan can be seen snatching up his clothes from the sand silently as terra forces herself out of the water.

this was humiliating.

terra didn’t think jean could tell them off anymore than she already had on the walk back, but when the four finally made it up to the hotel room she was still able to scrounge up just a bit more.

“charles trusted you,” she goes on, pacing back and forth like a tired parent. “figuring you could handle yourselves as grown adults, and you deliberately went and disobeyed him.” terra lets the ball of clothes in her hands cover her partially exposed body. she felt like a teenager again. “not to mention all of this!” she gestures towards the countless amount of empty bottles that had been shared between both terra and logan.

logan sits himself down on the bed as jean scolds them, clearly not wanting to hear it. he knew he shouldn’t have let them leave. he felt like a fucking idiot for letting that ditzy girl drag him out.

“tomorrow night we’ll be attending you, making sure you’re taking care of what needs to be.” scott adds as the couple heads for the door. “clean yourselves up until then.”

“and logan,” jean starts, making eye contact with the wolverine for the first time the entire night. “stay focused.”

with that, the two shut the door behind them, leaving the pair anxious and frazzled.

“logan…” the same, soft tone of voice escapes terra’s lips. she still didn’t know what to say, but she knew she needed to apologize.

logan doesn’t answer. instead, he tosses his shirt at her chest with a scoff.

“put on some fucking clothes.”

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moodymisty · 29 days

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Please please please PLEASE produce some nsfw with female reader Alexis Polux Propaganda. I need some Imperial Fist content.

Author's note: HMNGNGNGGGGG POLUX TIME

Relationships: Alexis Polux/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Size difference, Praise kink, Polux is a good boy™, Rough-ish sex

"I'm surprised to see someone so young here,"

A voice speaks, and you don't entirely realize they're talking to you until they come up on your left side with an expectant look on their face.

"You look a bit too well dressed to be someones servant," You aren't quite a fan of the way he seems to examine you like a painting, but you assume he just isn't familiar with social gatherings. Many of the people in these circles are always examining for weaknesses, valuable information, so the feeling isn't entirely new. You just aren't used to it.

With a soft smile you nod to say hello despite him not giving you the same courtesy, holding your parchment close to your chest.

Your drawings had been going well, documenting the progress of the Palace has been no small feat, and the few picts you've taken will go along will with the various sketches you've been working on.

"Well, I'm usually not on Terra, But right now I'm here on business. Imp-"

The man cuts you off, letting out a noise. You're not sure if he's a commissar out of his regalia or a lord, not that it matters in the end.

"Ohhh! That's surprising."

You wonder why he thinks that.

"You don't seem like a young lady who would be part of the fortifications of the Sol system," It takes a lot in you to keep your place- to not roll your eyes - and just smile and nod.

"Well, looks are deceiving sometimes."

The man smiles and nods, seemingly amused your answer.

"Indeed they are."

You look away from him and over the massive and ornate railing at the view below you, spires and twisting paths of gold weaved between endless construction. Your primarch has been hard at work, and the pict you decide to take will serve as a useful thing to add to your ever growing documentation.

The man looks at you amusingly as you do it, but oddly enough doesn't ask why.

"How long have you been out here all alone?" He looks at you curiously, his chin tilted upward just slightly as he casually crosses his arms.

You think on it for a moment. You aren't meant to be here for the current meeting, it just happens to be going on in tandem to your arrival. You also haven't been alone for most of it, though your guardian- you can't think of any other word to call him, even if guardian doesn't quite fit - has been absent as he left to give orders briefly.

"No more than an hour, I think." The man throws out a hand, gesturing it vaguely in your direction.

"An hour out here? how about you come and get a drink with me? At least take a break and warm up before you come back out here." You politely shake your head and take a step back, still holding your parchments close to your chest.

"Oh, no thank you, I don't have the time to take a break, I'm quite busy."

He waves off your refusal. "Nonsense, have you even been to a Terran gathering? There's plenty of things I'm sure you've never seen before. Have you tried wine?"

You haven't, but your interest to do so is nonexistent under this context. Desires aside, you have work to do; Dorn and his men hold your work to a high bar and won't be fond to see you slacking off.

"I haven't but I really need to get back to my work, or my Pri-"

The man reaches for you hand and while he grasps it gently, the gesture is unwelcome.

You notice two Imperial Fists passing by as you tug your hand out of his own and back away, scowling at him. The closer Fist that passes you by looks at you, and moments later you hear the distinctive crackle of the vox device in his helmet turning on as he continues by. It's a soft sound you've gotten used to, in your time close to astartes.

"Surely your work isn't important enough to not enjoy some company. I am far too bored of the people who only seem to chat because they want something."

Despite his lament seemingly authentic he seems to want something from you, hence his forcefulness. he reaches forward once again to put a hand on your arm and you back away, but you accidentally back yourself between him and the railing- cornering yourself.

"I told you, I am here on business and I am really not interested in-"

You hear something to your left, the thundering of heavy footsteps - and the both of you turn to see the source.

A wide surface of bright yellow armor is what you see, spanning far wider than you and far taller, as well. It makes you overjoyed, you know who he is- while the man looses all the blood in his face at once.

“Let go of her.”

Polux doesn’t need to do much more than speak and the man removes his hand, as now it's suddenly as if you're on fire.

Polux stands in the same realm as the primarchs in height in his armor, and even someone used to being around space marines would find themself more than a bit intimidated by him by just his presence, let alone being the object of his displeasure.

You know he's far kinder than his off-putting visage implies, but both you and Polux are fine with not letting anyone know about it.

"Thank you, Polux."

The man seems surprised by you saying the marine's name so casually, and the way he looks down at you. He looks at you as if he knows you, which given how rare it is for astartes to interact with baseline humans, is more than a bit unusual. His short, cropped blonde hair is stuck to his head in weird ways, after so long underneath his helmet.

You turn to him, fingers flexing around your notebook as you take one side step in Polux's direction.

"I was trying to say I am here on Imperial Fist business. I am one of the remembrancers for The Fists documenting their fortification of Terra." Polux stares at the man, and his neutral face accidentally serves to frighten him more. Despite you knowing the astartes is almost what you would dare consider shy, his stalwart, wrinkled face does not imply that in the slightest.

"And I am quite busy doing so."

The man swallows, playing with his teeth while shifting his jaw nervously.

"Oh I am, so so sorry. I never meant to intrude on Fists business, I was only trying to offer a nice lady a d-" Polux ignores the man; Looking down at you.

"Are you alright?"

You know if you say you aren't Polux will more than likely drag the man somewhere to be punished for his misdeeds. But you're fine, and find the whole idea a bit too time consuming to deal with. It's not as if he did anything horrific, besides being far too pushy and irritating. Given your status as remembrancer mouthing off to someone who might possibly be a high lord wasn't something you can do either, less you risk getting your head rent from your shoulders.

"Yes, I'm ok. Just a little handsy."

Polux only needs to take one look in his direction and gesture, almost as if the man is a wild animal, to dismiss him, and he walks off with a briskness in his step.

Now alone with Polux you soften significantly; While he doesn't do the same visibly, you can tell in his tone of voice and eyes that he is somewhat less aggravated.

You give him a sweet smile, ignoring the chilly breeze penetrating your clothes. He must've gotten the vox that the Fist sent when he walked by, probably knowing a fight was brewing. He looks down at you with that stoic but soft expression.

Even as battle hardened and massive as he is, something about Polux is almost, gentle.

"Thank you so much for saving me, Polux. I needed that."

His face changes just the slightest bit. You don't know why, and you can only assume he finds your thank you thoughtful. You don't imagine he hears the words that often.

Reaching forward he grasps your shoulder with his wide gauntlet, and starts to push you along. You nearly stumble over with how much ground he expects you to cover in one step, almost loosing hold of your parchments.

"We should return to the Eternal Crusader."

When you returned to the ship, it had taken Polux 45 minutes to remove himself from his armor.

Record time; Given his size he wears custom armor that takes more effort- and thus time - to remove.

It had taken only fifteen more to return to his quarters, dragging you along. Once you got there, there was only roughly 40 seconds before the sound of the door locking, and Polux picking you up, and throwing you onto his cot.

Your clothes didn’t survive the minutes after- they became tattered ribbons on the floor as Polux made a strategic path to his target.

He had such a logistical way about it; his bred traits cause him to treat every scenario with stoic and almost taciturn attitude.

He thrusts into you, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room with an embarrassing loudness.

“Thank you for saving me, Alexis,”

The sentence goads him on hitting a deep part of him, and you feel the way he drives his cock even deeper into you. He’s pressing you into the cot, laying on your stomach back arched to present yourself to him. Polux is almost uncomfortably wide at his hips and torso, you can barely spread your thighs enough to allow him close enough, unless he puts your knees by your ears.

“Why must you find yourself in trouble every time I turn away from you,”

You let out a sharp moan as he drives himself into your particularly deep, and the thick base of his cock stretches you even wider.

“It just finds me, I don’t know what I’d do without you,”

He lets out a soft groan and you swear your feel his cock throb inside of you at the praise.

Polux has always had trouble recognizing his own skill among the other Imperial Fists. His skill is never enough, and he always doubts his place as belonging to his late brother. Your words fan a fire inside of him that only fuels with the acknowledgement that he has done his duty to the utmost of perfectionism, and never once faltered.

“More, please more,”

He grunts with effort as his massive forearms cage your body, his hips slapping against your ass. You know you're going to be covered in bruises that you'll have to cover, find excuses for, but you couldn't care less. You nearly squeal as the head of his cock bullies his way deeper inside of you, feeling like it’s at your belly button. His cot isn’t meant for this kind of abuse and creaks unhappily, threatening to crumble under the weight and strength of nearly 400 kilos of muscle and fat.

Why did you have to pick the biggest Imperial Fist that’s ever lived? Polux swallows your entire body in his shadow, and the overwhelming heat he exudes stifles the air with the hot smell of sweat and sex, combined with the odd chemical smell of an Astartes.

In an odd way it’s begun to stir something in you, and at times you at the way your body betrays you and begins to get hot at the worst of times.

Your hands desperately attempt to reach for anything to hold on to, one gripping his forearm and feeling his hair on your palm. You can feel the almost painful tightness in your lower stomach as you get closer and closer, gritting your teeth.

You have to be loud enough that it can be heard in the halls. You dread the idea of the serfs hearing their newest, brightest and shiniest remembrancer getting getting absolutely fucked out of her mind by one of the Imperial Fist's most stalwart and immovable men. But you can’t find the ability to be quiet- not when the Astartes is trying to force his cock impossibly deeper with each thrust as his balls slap against your cunt.

His brow furrows tight as he fucks you like it’s a singular goal, giving no mercy or gentleness.

The painful twisting vice in your stomach finally snaps when you cum, what little strength you had to keep your hips tilted upwards fails. You go nearly limp, and Polux is forced to move a hand to grab your hip and hold you up to continue trying to drive himself closer and closer to your cervix.

The way your soft walls clench around him almost stops the marine dead, and you can hear the hiss he lets out through his teeth.

This is only the third time he’s fucked you, and the first time he’s initiated it. The feeling of nerves and neurons unused being stimulated in such a way is almost overwhelming to him, and he isn’t sure if he enjoys the way his body almost takes control from him in that desperate, primal effort to finish.

He grips your hip tighter and fucks you harder with little regard to your limp and well fucked body, cumming inside of you not a few moments later. Buried to the hilt you feel the hot pooling of cum inside of you, and the way his cock twitches with each spurt.

When he pulls out, you whimper at the feeling of your abused cunt fluttering around nothing, and beads of his cum leaking from you.

You feel the back of your thighs ache in pain, and you’re sure they’ll be bruised wonderfully in a few hours.

“…Are you well?”

Polux says with an almost out of place concern as you lay limp on his cot. You nod and try to turn on your side beneath him.

“I’ll, I’ll be ok.” You don’t know if you will be right away; Your lower stomach aches as your cunt tries to recover from his abuse, and you’re sure sitting down or doing anything strenuous is going to be painful the next few days.

Polux furrows his brow, shifting his thin lips.

“I, do not like how unclear my mind gets during my… time, with you.”

You wish you could explain to him that’s normal, but to a man who’s known nothing but the machinations of a crusade, of standing stalwart and logical in the face of unknowns- desireless - you don’t know if you ever could.

“Do you want me to leave?” You look up at him, and he shakes his head.

“No.”

You attempt to adjust, but the motion puts tension on your aching muscles and causes you to grimace.

“You’re hurt? You lied?” Polux looks at you sternly, and you shake your head.

“I’m just really, sore. And bruised.” Polux shifts and moves to stand, further motivated when you hiss in pain again.

“You need the Medicae.” You quickly speak up. “Would you like to explain to them how you, an Astartes, fucked me so hard I can’t walk, or should I?”

Polux stares at you stone faced, a thinking expression that would be funny, if not for the embarrassment you implied.

“I… I will go to the apothecary and say you injured yourself and need salve.” Polux shifts his jaw, and you can see some of his more shy personality come through. “I will, forgo the details.”

You can’t help but smile a bit before he leaves, watching as the man storms off task at hand, and leaves you to wait.

#Alexis Polux x reader #space marine x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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remembrancer-of-heresy · 4 months

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Replica (Part 1)

Summary: A serf attracts the attention of Perturabo, unaware that she looks exactly like his deceased sister Callifone.

Perturabo/fem!Reader

Warnings: incest (kinda? it's not his sister but she's her copy)

Word count: 1022

This is my first work on Tumblr. I haven't written anything for a long time but I hope that next time it will be better. English is not my mother tongue. So hope that everything will be more or less readable.

Song: Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

“Almost all of my assistants died as a result of one... incident. So we are definitely lucky to have found you among this herd."

You could only purse your lips at that statement. Lucky. In a sense, this was true. Almost all the slaves were immediately sent to hard labor, where only death awaited them. But one of the primarch’s sincere serfs was just looking for a literate slave. So you haven’t really had time to experience all the horrors of a new life before you got a chance to survive yourself.

Still, you continued to think. Why did the Iron Warriors attack a loyal world of the Imperium? If you broke the law, Rogal Dorn would always find out about it and reveal the villains. But like a bolt from the blue, Iron Blood appeared and the assault began. All who miraculously survived were sent into slavery. Almost all the people were from the lowest classes, and only you, the local chronicler, somehow miraculously found your way among this whole crowd.

Your mentor said that lord Perurabo didn’t tolerate illiteracy and ignorance. He didn't want to see such people. That’s why the serfs of the primarch had to do more than just monitor the library. But also carry out other tasks that regular servitors could do.

That's how you start cleaning the primarch’s room. You, three other servants and your mentor briskly huddled around your duties in the hope of not bumping into lord Perturabo. But fate decreed otherwise, and after a couple of minutes the door opened.

“Lord Perturabo,” the mentor spoke by mail, bowing before the primarch. You and the slaves stood near the wall, humbly lowering your head. - “I apologize for disturbing your presence.”

He didn't answer. He didn't even move. Several minutes passed, but he continued to stand in the doorway. Your mouth started to dry. You tried your best not to fidget, so as not to bring down the primarch's wrath. But you still couldn’t shake the strange feeling, as if he...

looked straight at you.

You so wanted to close your eyes and leave this room as quickly as possible. But you could only wait for his order. Goosebumps ran through body. The tension grows. Even your brave mentor became worried. It was immediately clear that such behavior was not characteristic of Perturabo.

“Out.”

A relieved groan almost escaped your lips. It was unbearable to be in this place. Almost suffocating. You hurried after the slaves, continuing to look at the floor. You were almost over the threshold when you were stopped by a huge hand on your shoulder. No. Why? It was your first day. You almost believed that you could adapt to your new life. Maybe it would be better if you died under the rubble. And you never ended up on the Iron Blood.

"Except you".

You almost heard the serfs' thoughts. How they feel sorry for you and how glad they are that they are not in your place. You were still standing when the door closed behind the last serf, and the primarch sat down at his desk, turning his back to you. He didn’t touch the blueprints, instead staring at the table and clenching his fists tightly... as if he was holding himself back from anger.

Startled, you decided to go back to cleaning without waiting for his order. In the end, you managed to overcome your fear, and you were even able to relax. If a mentor were here, he would definitely scold you. But you cannot do your job quickly and efficiently. How could you ignore all these things?

A model of an amphitheater, the structure of Ancient Terra, an unusually shaped clock, puzzles. Never in your life have you seen more skillful work. But most of all, you stayed close to the golden birdcage. It was made so exquisitely and with such love that you kept wiping the non-existent dust off the table. You even saw images of birds and flowers on the bars.

"Like it?"

You shuddered involuntarily when you heard the primarch’s voice. Turning around, you were surprised to see Perturabo. He was still sitting with his back to you, turning his face just a little, as if he didn’t want to see your whole. His eyes shone with curiosity and wariness. He still didn’t touch the drawings.

“Y-yes, very much.” - you whispered, holding the rag to your chest. The primarch continued to glare at you, and you decided to continue the conversation. - “But why is it empty?”

"What is your name?" - Perturabo ignored your question. Confused, you almost whispered your name. Perturabo's face smoothed out slightly. - “Were your ancestors from Olympia?”

You shrugged in confusion. How were you supposed to know? Your family was not poor, but you did not wallow in money. You did not keep records of your family as you did. Perturabo continued to ask you the most common questions. Who you were before becoming serf. As if he was trying to know something that you didn’t understand.

You thought that talking to such an insignificant person like you only disappoints the primarch. But he only relaxed more and more. But when you said that you only have two brothers, he winced. Finally, he turned his gaze to the drawing. Before you could return to work, he suddenly looked at you. There was something in his gaze. You couldn't say exactly what it was.

"Do you wanna take a look?"

Your lips parted in surprise. When you boarded the Iron Blood, you thought your life was over. That you will never see your home world again and will forever be locked in this terrifying place. But here you stand before a primarch who strikes fear and worship into the hearts of humans. And he asks you, YOU, if you want to see his work.

“I'd love to.” - you nodded, holding back your excitement and unrest. You were really curious to know what Lord Perturabo was working on. Perhaps it was your imagination, but a shadow of a smile flashed across the primarch’s face.

Maybe he'll even let you come home.

#primarch x reader #primarch x oc #perturabo x reader #warhammer 40k #tw: incest

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justicerikai · 5 months

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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #98 Rikapure

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

Let me know if I missed something!

(Nakagami talking with Torahime on the phone)

Nakagami: What!? You convinced Kusanagi Rikai to join our side!? Really now!

Torahime: “Yes, it should work out going forward.”

Nakagami: Nicely done, look into where he disappeared to.

Torahime: “I’m doing that right now”

Nakagami: What!?

Torahime: I sneaked into his rooms and am looking for clues at the moment.

Nakagami: “You work fast… I will do as always and get everything ready.”

Torahime: Yessir

Nakagami: “Then I’ll see you later, I’m counting on you, Toraji-...”

Nakagami: “...Torahime-kun”

Torahime: Eh?

(Phone call ending)

(Torahime shaking from joy)

Torahime: …!

Torahime: Finally… Sensei, finally called me by my name…

Torahime: YAAAAY! I’M SO HAPPY!! AND HE PRAISED ME TOO!! YAAAY, YAAAY!!

(Torahime bumps into the desk and a large amount of papers fall)

Torahime: !! Crap….!

Torahime: …? What’s this

(Torahime flipping through the pages)

Torahime: …Eh?

(The five of them lazing around while eating snacks)

The five of them: Right~ Hahaha, crunch crunch… rustle rustle…

Amahiko: Who’s going to bathe

Iori: Too much of a bother~

Sarukawa: Yawn… ‘m tired

Ohse: Um, where’s Rikai-san

Terra: Not often you don’t see him around at this hour

Sarukawa: Well, we can just kick back thanks to that! Freedom’s nice! Woohoo~!

Terra, Iori & Sarukawa: Hehehe

Amahiko: …? Tora-san, what’s wrong?

Torahime: No… nothing.

Iori: Come to think of it, Fumiya-san’s not here too

Sarukawa: Moped’s gone too

Terra: How suspicious, where did he go

Iori: Who knows~

(Rikai on his own)

Rikai: ….! Guh…!

Rikai: Ah…

Boyfriend: I’ll get it for you

Girlfriend: Really? Thanks!

Rikai: ….

(Rikai looking down)

Fumiya: Rikai?

Rikai: ….! Fumiya-san!

Fumiya: What are you doing here?

Rikai: ….

Rikai: I have to change…

Rikai: I thought I was doing everything for the sake of others, instead I brought nothing but disorder within the house…

Rikai: The cause is me! Compared to everyone else I’m too much of a magnificent human being!

Fumiya: Hah?

Rikai: That’s why I’m purposefully getting myself involved with the evils of the world, I must keep balance!

Rikai: That’s right! I’m going in! I’m going into an arcade late at night!

Fumiya: Hmn?

Rikai: Okay, you can do it Rikai, you’re going in, 3…. 2….1….!

(Rikai trying to get in but can’t)

Rikai: Hngh…! ….!

Rikai: Guh, it’s futile…

Rikai: No! I shall not yield! 3…. 2….1….!

Rikai: Gwaaah…! Guhooh…! Hwaah…!

Rikai: Aah damn it all! My body rejects it! Why are you such a good man Kusanagi Rikai!

Rikai: Kusanagi Rikai! KUSANAGI RIKAAAAI~!

Fumiya: What’cha keep trying to do?

Rikai: It’s truly impossible for the likes of me to enter an arcade late at night.

Fumiya: Why, let’s go together if that’s the issue

(Fumiya pulling on Rikai’s arm)

Rikai: AAAAAAH!! Wait! Wait Fumiya-san! I can’t! I can’t!

Fumiya: S’fine, nothing to be ‘fraid of

Rikai: No! I shall not enter!

Fumiya: We’ll just go in, won’t be doing anything

Rikai: Liar! You’ll do something nefarious once I’m in, won’t you!?

Fumiya: I won’t do anything, I promise

Rikai: I don’t believe you!

Fumiya: C’mon, we’re going in

Rikai: I am not one to be easily swayed!

(Fumiya pulling Rikai inside)

Rikai: Ah, wait, stop it, please…!

Rikai: Ah, no, no…! You lecher! Let go! Someone please~~~!!

(Fumiya lets go immediately)

Fumiya: Quit it!

Fumiya: What are you up in arms for, everyone’s staring like crazy right now

Boyfriend: …Is he okay?

Girlfriend: Don’t tell me he’s being forced?

Boyfriend: Eeeh…

Fumiya: Y-you’re mistaken

Rikai: Ah, right. Fumiya-san, I should've asked you to teach me the ways.

Fumiya: Huh?

Rikai: How can a wonderful human being as I stoop low to the level of a ne’er do well such as yourself!

Fumiya: I’ll punch your lights out?

Rikai: Please teach me, how to become an awful person

Rikai: What should I eat, what dangerous things should I do, how do I become a hopeless man capable of nothing?

Fumiya: Wait, I don’t follow…

Rikai: An absolute good for nothing--

(Fumiya shaking off an annoying Rikai)

Fumiya: Aaah damnit! That’s not how these things go

Fumiya: Why don’t you know that

Rikai: ………….

Rikai: ………I don’t

Fumiya: ….? Rikai?

Rikai: Because I… don’t know….

(Rikai running away)

Rikai: …!

Fumiya: Ah

(Everyone being drunk and smacking each others with pillows)

Everyone: Hahaha, gyahaha…!

Torahime: ….!

Nakagami: (“I’m counting on you, Torahime-kun.)

Torahime: (Forgive me, Sensei…)

Torahime: ….! Um!

The five of them: ?

Torahime: There’s something I’d like to show to everyone!

The five of them: Huh?

(Bustling city at night)

(Rikai painfully walking alone)

Rikai: …! …..!!

Sarukawa: W-what is this…

Amahiko: “Rikai-oniisan’s Perfect Order To Lead Everyone To Happiness Program”

Terra: Wha?

Torahime: In order for everyone to live together peacefully in the sharehouse, he wrote about all the points that can get improved.

Torahime: That person is serious. He’s earnestly thinking about how to make everything better.

Torahime: It’s not all for show!

Iori: Rikai-kun…

Sarukawa: Rikai…

Everyone except Ohse: Cringe~

Torahime: EEEH!?

Iori, Amahiko, Sarukawa, Terra: Nah man, it’s just a bit…

Torahime: No, no no you’re wrong, that answer’s…

Torahime: Wrong!!!!!

The four of them: Huhn?

Torahime: Well at first I did cringe a little bit.

Terra: You cringed

Torahime: But please do look at it! It’s genuinely amazing! You’ll get sucked in!

Amahiko: Sucked?

Iori: Sucked in how

(Ohse turning the pages and being unable to stop)

Ohse: ….! …..! ….!

Terra: Ah! Ghost-kun got sucked in! He’s completely absorbed!

Torahime: See, I told you’d get sucked in

Iori: Seriously what does that mean

(Amahiko becoming the same as Ohse)

Amahiko: …..! …..! ….!

Iori: Amahiko-san?

Terra & Sarukawa: …! ….! ….!

Iori: Saru-chan!? And Terra-san!? Come on guys, what’s gotten into eve….

Iori: Aaah.. ! AaaAaAaaa….!

Torahime: Don’t say I didn’t warn you’d get sucked in

Torahime: He’s seriously amazing, that guy means all of it.

(Rikai remembering the past)

(At lunch break, a child is getting bullied)

Students: Wheew, lame-ass~ Hahaha

Student D: …..

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: Stop!

Students: ?

3rd yr gradeschooler: You can’t do such things! Let him go!!

Student B: Wha?

Student A: …Oi, let’s go

(All of them leave)

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: Is everything okay?

Student D: Eh? ….Y-yeah…

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: I’m glad… fufu

(When leaving school, Rikai runs up to the child that got bullied)

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: Hey, wanna go home together?

Student D: ….Eh

Student A: C’mon, let’s go

Student D: …Coming!

(Student D running back to his friends)

Student C: Be faster you idiot

Student D: Ow, ehehe sorry~

(The students messing around)

Students: You’re late, what were you doing~

(Rikai going alone at home)

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: …..

(Rikai fighting back his tears)

3rd yr gradeschooler Rikai: ………..!

Rikai: I don’t…. understand….

(Rikai drooping his head)

Rikai: ….

(Rikai being able to hear some kind of noise)

Rikai: ….? …Huh?

(The six of them happily doing Rikai Calisthenics)

The six of them: First, an exercise to beat that lazy disposition back into shape~♪

The six of them: Start, hup, one! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!

Rikai: (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!?)

Rikai: (What’s all this!? What’s happening!? Don’t tell me… I got through…??)

Rikai: (I got through to them!? Did the world change!? T-think such a thing would-!!)

Charisma of Asia: (Do not worry, one day you will be able to break through.)

Rikai: (That’s… That’s the voice of the Charisma of Asia!)

Rikai: (And what was needed last is… sincerity.)

(A radiant light shines brightly)

Fumiya: Charisma charge: Complete.

Sarukawa: Rikai….

Rikai: !? Saru!

Sarukawa: Good morning!

Rikai: UWAAAAAAAAAAH!!! UOOOOGHH!!!

Rikai: WHO CARES ANYMORE!!

Rikai: EVEN IF I AM OSTRACIZED! IF I AM HATED! IF I AM UNPOPULAR FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!

Rikai: RIGHTEOUSNESS IS GLORIOUS!!!

Rikai: MY FEELINGS!! WILL MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD!!

Rikai: HAPPYYYY~~~~!!

Kyurururun~☆☆☆☆☆

Mahou Tsukai Break

(Magical Wizard Break)

#charisma house #charismahouse #kusanagi rikai #tendou amahiko #motohashi iori #ito fumiya #terra #sarukawa kei #minato ohse

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So Far Away AU Part5

Chapter 4: Father's Love

If one was passing by the Arc Acres that morning, they would point out how loud the house was before they went on their merry way. Well, the house was always noisy in the mornings, but today… it was noisier than usual. Around the dining table sat Isabelle and her children, all of them. Today no one was missing from her family. Sure her husband was out at the stable, but he would join them sooner or later, for the breakfast was one activity the entire family came together.

“You are getting married!?” Jaune asks in shock as he sits down at the seat that he always sat on during childhood. His sisters had helped him bring in the remaining stuff from his jeep before they had decided to settle down to have their morning grub.

Azure looks at her only brother and replies, “Yes. He is a traveling huntsman but he is planning to settle down in town as soon as we tie our knots”.

“Not only that, Jaune…. Jade is crushing on the boy who has joined her at her garage and even Scarlet likes this man who comes to drop his dogs”, Isabelle states with a grin.

The knight looks at his sisters with a gentle smile. says, “I’m happy for you guys”.

“Jaune, Azure is the only one who is getting married. Jade and I are just talking”, Scarlet replies with a blush.

“Well talking is the first step anyone could take”, says Indila.

“Leave that… Bro… do you have someone like that!?” Indica asks excitedly and suddenly, the smile on the man’s face drops, and all the color drains from his face. The entire table goes quiet, the sisters and the mother realizing how heavy the topic is. But before they can say anything, the door connected to the kitchen opens and Julius walks in.

“Good morning Dad!” Vi takes this opportunity to greet and everyone including Jaune greets the patriarch a good morning which he replies in kind.

The father of the house sat down at the table, opposite the knight. He looks at the knight and asks, ”How is that woman doing?”

This causes Jaune to perk up and reply, “She is doing well for now”.

“Hmmm”, the man grumbles stoically and Jaune can’t help but look at his plate. Suddenly, his father asks, “So is that woman your lover or something?”

In denial, the knight shakes his head and replies, “No… Weiss is just a good friend of mine”.

The father nods at his reply and Saphron takes this as her chance to speak up and say, “I never expected Weiss to end up like that. What about Ruby and others? Where are they?” and Jaune’s face falls.

“You know her Saphron?” Scarlet asks from her seat.

“She dropped by our place when Jaune came to visit us at Ansel”, Terra replies in her wife’s stead and she continues to say, “She was… a bit stiff but you could see how much she adored her team. A bit awkward and how she carried herself made me feel that she was a high-class girl. She adored Adrian a lot though”.

“If she adored Adrian then she is a good person in my books”, Vi says as she munches her breakfast.

“Ren and Nora went back to Kuroyuri to rebuild it”, Jaune starts, and the entire family pays attention to what he has to say. He continues, “Ruby and others… they didn’t make it. Weiss is the only one who has survived”.

“Jaune…” his mother starts but gets cut off.

The knight leans forward on the table and as he crosses his fingers, says, “Never in my life, I had thought that my life would take such a turn. I was enjoying my life at Beacon. I was training my body and skills to keep up with my friends, to achieve the dream I always dreamt of, and the next moment I was thrust into this war. My partner died and I was powerless to do anything. I have taken the lives of someone who was deserving… and someone who didn’t. I have fought alongside some people who didn’t even understand why they were fighting and who they were fighting. I tried to save everyone. Anyone who was within my reach and yet I have failed. I was lost. I have returned. I have grown old, I have grown young, and yet I don’t feel that I belong in this body. I lost Ruby, the one person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I have lost my friends. I don’t know why I’m still here... I don’t know…”

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see that his mother, who had got up from her place at the dining table, was the one who stopped him from droning. The knight couldn’t help but berate himself. He made his family uncomfortable talking about the war. He was the worst son and brother.

“It’s fine, Jaune… What matters to us the most is that you came back”, Isabelle says and a voice of approval choruses all over the table.

“Jaune… Mum is right. As long as you are fine and healthy, that would be enough for us”, Scarlet says gently. A small smile grows on Jaune as he nods at his eldest sister. The words of encouragement and support that followed from the rest made the knight tear up a bit.

“So… what do you plan to do now?” Julius asks while folding his hands on the table. His expression was unchanged, but if one were to look at his eyes, one would have noticed how they softened up seeing his son tear up.

“I was planning to find a place to stay”, Jaune replies.

“I don’t mind you staying here”, Isabelle perks up and his sisters nod.

The knight shakes his head and replies, “I know that, Mum. But that is something I can’t do. Weiss’s sister is moving to Ansel in a year and I think it would be convenient for her if she already has a place to stay. Also, she had given me some funds to buy a place and I believe it would be rude if I didn’t use it”.

“But…” Isabelle tries to protest but Julius shakes his head at her, stopping her.

The patriarch looks at his son and says, “Do whatever seems fit. If you want, I can introduce you to a broker”.

“That would be nice”, was the reply Jaune gave. He also adds, “I will also find a job. As much as I want to avoid Huntsmen jobs, that is a job I have a large expertise in. So I might take those jobs occasionally. Also, my semblance would be helpful. I will find something to work on”.

Julius nods and says, “It’s a good thing that you know what you have to do. You also have carpentry skills that I have taught you. You can stay here as long as you want”.

“I won’t take much time”, Jaune assures and after taking a sip from his coffee, he says, “There is something I wanted to say”. Before anyone could let out a peep, the knight walked out and came back within a minute, but this time with Crocea Mors in his hands. He then proceeds to unsheathe the weapon from its home and everyone gasps at the broken blade and dried out blood at the broken part. The knight places the shield-sheath on the floor gently and as he cradles the sword in his hand, he says, “I had stolen her because of how badly I wanted to be a hero, but I have done nothing but disgrace her. Crocea served me well and as much as I wanted to fix her, I couldn’t. The least I could do is bring her back home”.

Julius gets up from his seat and walks over to his son. Without a word, he takes the sword by its pommel and holds it up in the air, letting the sunlight glisten the blade. Despite being broken, the edges were sharp. There were modifications on the pommel and the sheath, but other than that the sword was intact. The blood on the broken part would have been scrubbed off, but it was still there for some reason. The father of the house gave a few practice swings and said, “I see some changes”.

Jaune replies, “Yeah… I have incorporated the metal of my partner’s weapons and her tiara. The shield has been through some modifications since I became an official huntsman at Atlas. Other than that, I left the blade intact. Well… it was supposed to be intact”.

“Tell me Jaune…” Julius starts, looking at his son, and asks, “How do you plan to take on huntsman jobs when you don’t have a weapon?”

“Maybe buy a new weapon or commission one to be made”, the knight replies.

The father doesn’t say anything at first, but then he hands back the sword to his son. Jaune was shocked by the gesture and before he could say anything, Julius said, “It’s better if you keep using Crocea Mors. You're more used to this weapon than any other out there”.

“But…”

“Jaune… It’s better to use the tools you are familiar with rather than the new ones. It’s efficient. The same applies to the weapons”, says Julius. He then looks at the sword and says, “And considering your concerns with it being broken, I can see that the edges are sharper than ever. It’s made of an old alloy. It’s a miracle that it lasted this long. As much as I hate to say it, it can’t compete with the newer alloys in the market. I believe you would put it to good use”.

The knight wordlessly looks at the sword. As much as he wanted to deny it, his father was right. He has used Crocea for 26 years now. Now, it felt like another limb. Not having the sword on him made him feel helpless, a feeling Jaune didn’t want to experience.

Julius walked to his chair and said, “Let’s finish our breakfast. I believe your mother and sisters have much to discuss”. Jaune nods as he carefully sheaths his sword back in its rightful place. He keeps looking at it, unsure of what to say at his father’s indifference towards the blade. Didn’t his father care about him tainting the family heirloom with blood? Didn’t he care about Crocea’s condition?

“Jaune… Finish your breakfast. We can continue later”, Isabelle says to which the knight nods. He couldn’t help but sigh and internally hope that one day, he could understand his father a little more. That day would come, but it seems like that day wasn't today.

Isabelle sighed as she locked the front door. She was tired. That tends to happen when working all day around the house and the farm. The night had come a long time ago and right now it was half past eleven. Jaune had come in after his day out house searching, and right now he was in his room, tending to the girl he had brought with him. He has been in and out of the house a lot and the mother of the family couldn’t help but grimace on how restless he seemed.

The conversation they had after breakfast was not much to build up from. Jaune mainly spoke about his friends, his time at Beacon, and his journey to Atlas. He spoke about Weiss, he spoke of this girl named Ruby whom the mother recognized as the girl from the message but not once he spoke about the fall of Atlas and the war that followed. He did slip up occasionally, but the things Jaune spoke during the breakfast were the most they got from him.

Isabelle cursed herself for stopping her son from speaking but what could she do at that time? Hearing about the turmoil her son went through was too much for her. She couldn’t imagine the horrors her son went through. The boy who always had a smile on his face was no more. The man who seemed far older than he looked stood before Isabelle. She didn’t know why, she couldn’t place it quite right, but something was different.

As she enters the living room, her eyes fall upon her husband, sitting on the rocking chair, staring into the fire that was burning at the fireplace. Winters were long gone, but the nights tend to get chilly around here due to the elevation. Having the fireplace running made the house feel toasty. But right now, the fire was the least of her concerns, as her gaze locked on Julius.

“How is Bessie doing?” asks the mother of the house.

“Other than contractions, she is doing well”, she hears the reply from her husband.

“I hope the calf is born healthy. It broke my heart to give the last one to the butcher”, Isabelle says, remembering the stillborn calf their other cow gave birth to.

Julius lets out a grunt and says, “Nothing we can do about that, Belle. We have done all we could have done. Now all we can do is pray”.

“I hope everything goes well. I can use some positivity”, says the matriarch as she walks right up to him, and as she takes the empty chair that accompanied him, takes a good look at his face.

For a minute, the only sounds that were being heard in the room were the crackling of the firewood and an occasional howl of the dogs outside. But suddenly, out of nowhere, Julius asks, “Did Jaune return? I saw his jeep outside”.

“Yeah, he is with the girl. Never leaves her side”, was the reply Isabelle gave.

The father gives a nod and he offhandedly says, “To be honest, I never expected him to bring a girl home”, and Isabelle couldn’t help but sigh. Julius was hard to read, but years of living and having a family with him made Isabelle read him like an open book. He never wore his emotions on his sleeve, but she knew well what he was thinking or feeling.

She sighs as she says, “You could at least show that you are happy about him being back”.

Julius, without looking at his wife, replies, “How am I supposed to be happy when our son looks like that?”

Isabelle couldn’t argue with that. Though husband and wife, both of them tend to look at things differently. Is it because she lived a sheltered life before marriage or is it because of her husband’s prior occupation as a huntsman? She never knew. Isabelle and the girls were happy that Jaune was back and he had to suffer no more, but Julius was worried about how war affected their son.

Julius was happy. There was no doubt about that. He and his son parted in anger and seeing him look well, brought peace to him. But years of experience alerted him about the chaos that was going through in his son’s mind. The way Jaune carefully chewed the first bite of the breakfast as if it was poisoned. The way he was always on guard. Those were the habits of a huntsman who had seen a lot and that didn’t bring the father of the house any joy.

“It was as if I was looking at a mirror. Those eyes, those expressions… Jaune isn’t doing well, Belle. The war has changed him”, Julius replies in a somber voice.

“This is why he needs us, Juli. If we aren’t there for our kids, then who is gonna be for them? Our job as parents never stops. The day it stops is the day we die”, Isabelle says as she leans closer to her husband.

“That’s the thing, Belle. I just don’t know what I am supposed to say. The innocence he had is long gone. Now, he has brought some girl home. I don’t give a shit about the damn sword, but this… this is not what I expected. This is why I didn’t want him to be a Huntsman. He was not ready for that world”, Julius exclaims.

“Julius… Your denying Jaune his desires contributed to him being attracted to the idea of being a Huntsman. You pushed him away last time. Don’t push him away now”, says Isabelle.

“Then tell me what I am supposed to do, Belle? Whatever it is that I have to do, I can’t do it alone”, Julius exasperates as he visibly deflates in his chair.

The mother of the house reaches her hand out to her hand and as she gently nudges it with his hand, she says, “There are only a few things we can do. As much as I hate to say, Jaune has to help himself first before we can help him. Until he accepts that, all we can do is support him and be there for him”.

The father of the house doesn’t say a word but he lets the mother know that he understands what she has just said by taking her hand gently in his rough palm, He gives it a slight squeeze which is returned in kind. He stares back into the fire, trying to think of ways he could help his son and ultimately reconnect with him.

Jaune couldn’t help but sigh as he discarded another catalog in the trash. His father was kind enough to help him get in contact with the broker but the options the broker had to offer were not something he was looking for. Few options were too pricey for his liking. Winter might have given him the funds to buy a house, but spending it without consideration didn’t sit well with him. There were also some cheaper options, but those houses needed repairs, and when Jaune said repairs, he meant a lot of it. It was better to buy a new house if he had to spend a house’s worth of money to make a house a livable space.

It’s not that there were only bad spaces, but Jaune didn't like it for some reason or other. Maybe it was in the center of town. Maybe it was at the edge of the cliff. The knight just wants to give Weiss a comfortable space. A space where she can take her time to recover. Away from noise, away from hustle and bustle. A place where she doesn’t have to worry about anything.

The knight looks at the woman in question. Ever sleeping, never moving. Taking care of her was never a hassle for him and he was easing into the routine very well. He reaches out to rub her forehead gently and he can’t help but grimace. The faster he finds a house, the quicker he will be able to focus on finding a job. His mother and Vi had offered to stand in when he was not around, but he couldn’t depend on them. He was already overstaying his welcome. He needs to get moving as quickly as possible.

He was broken out of his thoughts when suddenly he heard a knock on the door. He looks up in surprise as he hears his father’s voice, asking, “Jaune, may I come in?”

“Sure”, the knight replies suddenly, unsure what to make of his father’s sudden appearance. It’s only been a day since they had that conversation during breakfast and now his father appearing at his door was jarring. The Arc patriarch opens the door hesitantly, looking everywhere but at Jaune.

“How are you doing, Jaune?” Julius asks suddenly.

The sudden question catches the knight off guard, but he replies, “Fit as a horse”.

The father nods and a pregnant silence falls in the room, with the only noise being Weiss’s oxygen compressor humming. Julius was not much into talking. Jaune knew that well, but seeing him go out of his way to ask him how he was holding up pulled the knight’s heartstrings.

“I want you to join me for a while. I want to show you something. I have asked your mother to be here while you are out with me”, Julius says, with a matter-of-fact tone, making it very clear to his son that there is no room for denial. The knight nods and as the father walks out of his room, he takes one last good look at the sleeping beauty. With a deep breath, he walked out of the room, preparing for what his father had to show.

The knight follows his father, who has now decided to walk out of the back door and into the woods behind their house. Jaune was familiar with these trees. He and his sisters played around those trees. There was a time when he and Jade got lost, but thinking back now, they were just a few feet away from the house. But why was his father leading him through the woods?

“I’m planning to convert this place into an orchard," Julius says suddenly, which causes Jaune to jump slightly. Without noticing, the father of the Arc continues to say, “Maybe there be some oranges and apples. Pomegranates would be lovely as well. It would be nice if we could use this place as well”.

Jaune nods in agreement. As much as he had memories in these woods, it was better to put this place to use. These woods were part of Arc Acres, and the knight always wondered why his father kept this place intact. So he adds, “You could also get into beekeeping. I heard that honey is in high demand. Maybe add some flowers too”.

“Hmm,... I never thought about that”, Julius replies with an understanding hum.

They kept on talking about prospective expansions when suddenly they came across a log cabin. It was not run down but it had seen some better days. Jaune instantly recognized the place. It was the house Scarlet and Saphron were born in. Jaune and the rest of the siblings were born in the current house. He has been to this place with Scarlet where she would force him to play house. Is that the reason why his father never bothered to touch this place? Because he cherished those memories as much as he did?

Julius speaks up before he can say anything, saying, “This place is nice. The sun shines well during winters and in summers it won’t come in. The place is breezy. You might have to replace a few boards and have power and water running. Maybe a good varnish might help as well”. He then looks at Jaune and asks, “What do you think of it?”

Jaune replies, “Sounds like a plan. Are you planning to rent it out?”

“I am giving it to you”, was the reply Julius gave, and the knight was flabbergasted.

He sputtered. He stammered, but he couldn’t get a word out of his mouth. But Julius beat it to him and says, “I’m also employing you. It will be your job to convert these woods into an orchard. I will be paying you for every hour you put into this place. You could continue to be a huntsman, but as far as I know, those jobs are on-call. You might be jobless for a long time. At least you could work on this. Bring that lady here too. I bet this would be helpful for her”.

“Dad… I can’t take this. This is too much”, Jaune protests.

“You will take it and that is final '', Julius indignantly replies.

“But Dad… Weiss’s sister is planning to move here...”

“Then she can move in here too. I don’t mind if she brings along her lover or children”.

“But… Why Dad?” Jaune asks. He continues to say, “I was never a good son. I ran away from my responsibilities. I never wanted to be a part of this farm. Then why are you trying to help me?”

“What’s wrong with wanting to help my son?” Julius asks, matter-of-fact and words die in the knight’s throat. He continues to say, “I and your mother didn’t give birth to you because we wanted something from you. We wanted to do something for you”.

Jaune doesn’t say anything and Julius suddenly feels awkward to continue. The stoic man takes in a deep breath and he hesitantly reaches to his son’s shoulder. While giving it a firm rub, he says, “It doesn’t matter what you did in the past, Jaune. What matters to me the most is that you came back. You can come to me anytime if there is anything to discuss. Maybe this old man might have a few words of wisdom for you”.

He then pats Jaune on the back and says, “Check the place out. You are still spending your money to get this place up and running”, and he starts walking down the path they came through.

For a minute, the knight doesn’t say a word, but suddenly he calls out, “Dad!”

Julius turns around and asks, “Yes?”

“Thank you!” Jaune says with a genuine smile on his face.

And for the first time in forever, Julius smiles and says, “Don’t mention it, son”, and he continues to walk down the path.

Jaune looks back at the cabin, making some plans in his head, but in his heart, he is elated. He and his father had taken the first step. The first step is to mend their relationship. It was a small step, but the first step nonetheless. Jaune couldn’t help but smile for the day he and his father would be a family, was not so far away.

#jaune arc #weiss schnee #rwby whiteknight #rwby

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blackhakumen · 10 months

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Mini Fanfic #1151: The Battle Against the Irresistibles (Kingdom Hearts x SSBU)

1:34 p.m. at the Land of the Departure's Outdoor Training Field........

Isa: (Starts Panting From his Sparring Match with Terra) Okay.....I think..... Now....(Unsummons his Claymore Blade he Was Holding Before Wiping the Sweat Off His Forehead) Would be a perfect time for us to take a break for the time being.

Terra: (Panting as Well) Yeah......(Unsummons his Keyblade Before Placing his Hands on Both his Knees) Sounds good.....for me.....(Wipes the Sweat Off of his Own Forehead) ('Whew') We really went all-out thar time, didn't we?

Isa: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Indeed we have. (Walks Over to Terra, Handing him a Bottle of Water) And once again, you've proven yourself to be a worthy sparring partner.

Terra: (Smiles Softly at Isa as Accepts the Offer While Getting Himself Up On his Knees) Thanks. I think you might be my second partner to spar with thus far.

Isa: Who's the first?

Terra: Aqua. We sparred a lot in our younger years. ('Sighs in a Nostalgic Like Manner') She always knew how to keep me on my toes. Do you have a first sparring partner of your own, Isa, or is it just me?

Isa: No, I have a first. It was Lea. Before we got ourselves wrapped up in the Organization XIII fiasco, we used to fight among ourselves to see which one of us is truly qualified for the leading royal guard. ('Sighs Heavily') And speaking of Lea......

Terra: Oh no. What did he do this time?

Isa: Being a pain in the entire body system as pee usual. This is the third week of November and he STILL hasn't shutten up about tricking us in that dumb challenge.

Terra: ('Sigh') Well, I hate to be the one to say this,but they did got us good that time. (Starts Blushing a Bit at the Thought of Aqua) Real good.....

Isa: Yes and it's been aggravating me to no end. He'll never let me live it down at this rate. (Takes a Sip of his Own Water Bottle)

Terra: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Hmm.....Ypu know, if you're up for it, we COULD try and get back at them.

Isa: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Get back at them?

Terra: Yeah, like using our own charms to make them crack and whatnot. (Shrugs) They did it to us first, so it's only fair that we do the same to them in return.

Isa: Yes, you're right. It is fair. (Forms a Bit of an Evil Smirk on his Face) And I know exactly what to do first......

Meanwhile at the Smash Town's Workout Gym

Lea: (Sits Himself Down on the Lower Part of the Beleachers While Panting) Okay.....Can we.....Time out for sec?.....I'm hella exhausted right now.....('Whew')

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) We can tell!~

Samus: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) We're getting too much for you to handle there, Fire Boi?~

Lea: Nah. You guys are fine. Just need to step up my game little more next time is all.

Samus: (Happily Shrugs) Hey, if you want our input, we think you're doing good so far.

Tifa: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah. Your Keyblade skills are off the charts today.

Lea: (Smiles Back at the Duo) Thanks! 'Still getting a hang of this Keyblading business on my end, but I honestly wouldn't have made it this far it wasn't for my awesome- (Notices Something Off About Aqua Once He Turns to See Her Sitting Next to Him) Teach?

Aqua: (Blushing In Bright, Crimson Red, Speechless and Staring at Her Phone Eyes Widened)

Lea: (Scooches Over to his Keyblade Teacher) Whatcha watching over- (Eyes Starts to Widened at the Screen as Well) thereeee?

Samus and Tifa rushes over to sir behind Lea and Aqua on the bleachers. It didn't take long for their eyes to start widening up as well at the sight of Terra and Isa doing various seductive activities with their shirts already taken off (Pouring water down on top of their heads before shaking it off them entirely in slow motion, flexing their pecs and muscles, waving their drenched hair back while putting on a very attractive smile on their faces, and etc.) on screen while Freek'N You by Jodeci plays in the background. It even shows Terra singing the actual song itself while Isa playing the keyboard wearing sunglasses.

Terra: (On Screen) I don't give a damn about nothing else~ Freek'N You is ALLLLLLLL IIII NEEED!~

Lea: ..........What In the fresh hell is all of this!? The flexing, the slow motion......I didn't know Terra could freaking sing!

Tifa: I know, he sounds so lovely.

Aqua: (Still Blushing Up a Storm) S-S-So.....L-L-Lovely......

Samus: One of the biggest hunches I've made so far, I think they miiiiight be getting back at you guys for making them fail The Triple N Challenge awhile back.

Lea: ('Scoffs') Please. They can't be THAT petty. It happened two years ago! They should've gotten over it by now.

Tifa: Are you sure that's really the case? Cause you do know you're wearing a "I Made My Boyfriend Lose N.N.N. Challenge" shirt, right?

Lea looks down at the black shirt he's wearing with those very exact words imprinted in white.

Lea: (Looks Back Up at his Ladies Pals) It was the last clean shirt I was able to find in the drawer.

Samus: (Raises an Eyebrow) Really?

Lea: Yes, really! I was on the clock. Didn't had time to wash and dry the rest of my clothes beforehand.

Samus: Yeah, well, regardless, you might wanna try being more cautious just in case.

Tifa: If they're this irresistible on the eyes, there's no telling what they in store for you two next.

Lea: (Forms a Suspicious Look on his Face) Mmmmhmmm.

Later on, Outside of the Land of Departure.....

Lea: Will you relax already, teach? We both seen those two naked at one point in our lives. Ypu should get used to it by now!

Aqua: Yeah, but....(Starts Twiddling her Fingers Bashfully) Terra and I had been friends since we were both children, so it....takes a bit of tome for me to get used to his charms completely. Even whej his.....(Starts Blushing) vocal range are as....lovely and remarkable as his nice.....dectable......Bod-(Immediately Comes Back to Reality by Lea's Finger Snapping)

Lea: Hey. Hey. You're starting to day dream again, Aqua, stay with me now.

Aqua: (Clears her Throat Before Calming Down) Right, right. Sorry. That video surprised me in a way I couldn't even describe in detail.......

Lea: ('Sigh') Yeah, that was a guard breaker I must admit. (Opens the Door Before Walking Inside) But even then, I doubt those two will go that as to- (Eyes Widened in Disbelief at What is in Front of Him and a Now Blushing Aqua) Are you fucking kidding me right now!?

Isa: (Greets Lea amd Aqu While Wearing Nothing But a While Towel Wrapped Around Their Torsos) Ah, Lea, Aqua. Welcome back, you two. Hope you had a good workout today.

Terra: (Smiles Softly) Don't mind us. (Points at the Steam Behind him and Isa) We just came out of the showers today from ours and couldn't help but noticed relaxed the both of us are feeling right now.

Isa: So, after spending hours of training and building up our strength and character, Terra and I thought it would be a perfect idea for the four of us to celebrate for each of our hardworking efforts.

Terra: And what better way to celebrate the occasion........

Isa: .......Then to spend a nice, relaxing, ravish time together.....

Isa/Terra: (Forms a Seductive Smirk on Both Their Faces) In bed~

Lea: .......Sharing a bed together....Just the four of us........

Isa: That's what we're implying, yes.

Terra: (Happily Shrugs) Could've be fun.

Lea: (Squints his Eyes a Bit) Yeah, fun. (Angrily Points at the One Quarter Naked Duo) For you two hot meatheads to proclaim your dumb victory!!

Terra: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Victory?

Isa: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You really think we be that immature?

Lea: Well!.....No....Not really. But I know exactly what you two are planning. And while I admit that video of yours was surprisingly impressive on your parts, that your "celebration" idea alone won't be enough to break the two of down that easily! (Crosses his Arms) Am I right, Aqua?........(Notices a Lack of Sound Next to Him as He Turns to see Aqua is Not Present) A-Aqua?

Aqua: (Already Hugging Terra) Please take me~

Lea: (Comically Glares at his Teacher) THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, AQUA!? YOU'RE SIDING WITH THE ENEMY!!

Aqua: (Turns Back to Lea with Watery Eyes) I'm sorry, Lea!~ He was too much for me to resist, I sweeeear!!~

Lea: How did you let him persuade you that easily!? You're the Keyblade Master for God's sake!!!

Aqua: Everyone have a rough time resisting themselves from temptations, even Keyblade Warriors!

Lea: And!? You're better than this, Aqua! I know you have the willpower to pull away! You just gotta keep trying, woman!!

Aqua: I'm very happy that ypu think highly of me, Lea, but it's too late!! (Starts Snuggling onto her Boyfriend's Chest) I love my darling Terra to pieces and I'm NOT ready to let go of him and his beautiful singing!~

Terra: You really think I have that good of a singing voice, Aqua?

Aqua: (Turns Back to Terra) Of course. It was wonderful!~ You have a voice of an angel.

Terra: (Smiles Softly While Blushing) Aww~ Thanks. I wouldn't exactly say it's really that impressive in hindsight, but I'm glad you like it at least.

Aqua: I adore it just as much as I adore ypu everyday~

Terra: And you think I don't adore you as well? You're my everything, Aqua~

Aqua: Then show me just how much you with full force, my dear~ I can handle it~

Terra: (Picks Aqua Up and Holding her by the Legs) Your wish is my command~

Terra and Aqua finally begins to make out with one another in a very loving, passionate sense, as if they've been longing to do so for quite some time.

Lea: (Stares at the Passionate Couple With a Very Dumbfounded Look on his Face) .......................

Isa: (Walks Over to Lea with a Satisfied, Cocky Smirk on his Face) Enjoying the bitter taste of defeat so far?~

Lea: (Sighs in Utter Defeat as he Turbs to his Boyfriend) You're never gonna let me live this down, aren't you?

Isa: Naturally. I say one, two, maybe three years down the line I'll might consider the option of-

Lea: Just shut up and kiss the hell out if me already, man~

Isa: Glady~

And with that, Lea and Isa started making out with each other as well, as their foursome fun has now begun.

Hours of Loving Making Shenanigans Later in the Bedroom........

Lea: (Let's Out an Relaxed Sigh While Sharing Inside the Covers with the Others Next to Him) I never thought the bitter taste of defeat would feel this good and exhilarating, yet here we are.....

Isa: (Proudly Shrugs) What can we say? Our charms can be just as powerful as yours and Aqua's by a mile.

Terra: (Forms a Grin on his Face) And then some!~ (Hi Five with Isa Right Beside Him)

Lea: (Rolls his Eyes) Yeah, well congrats on your victory or whatever. It would've been a complete bust if a certain SOMEBODY didn't give in at the last minute!!

Aqua: (Pouts at Lea While Snuggling onto Terra) How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry, Lea. I couldn't help myself......

Lea: Yeah, well....('Sighs in Defeat') Fuck it. (Starts Snuggling onto Isa) I couldn't help myself either.

Isa: Of course you can't. (Forms a Teasing Smirk on his Face) I know how much you adore me~

Lea: (Rolls his Eyes) Uh-huh. Just try not to make too much of a big deal about this, 'kay?

Isa: No promises~

Isa and Terra: Vengeance is Finally Theirs

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#kingdom hearts #super smash ultimate #isa #terra #lea #aqua #samus aran #tifa lockhart #humor #cute romance #lea x isa #terra x aqua #no nut november #jodeci

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vvatchword · 4 months

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I Feel Salty

When I don't feel terribly creative--and I haven't, lately--I work on the BioShock: Rapture journal.

Guys, why is this so fucking bad. It's forcing me to come up with words for why it's so bad. Like it's not just bad in terms of characterization or plot, it's conceptually bonkers.

First is the setup: a series of what are essentially short stories. They're barely connected to each other and are always summaries. It's like they're placeholders detailing where a dozen chapters of plot should go. Because they are summaries, there is absolutely no tension whatsoever. All the problems have essentially been solved--we've skipped past them to these little peaceful islands. Long story short: there is never any tension or excitement.

Second is the characterization. Absolutely wretched. I don't think John Shirley has ever met a human being in his life. Bit characters are cardboard cutouts. Major characters have no internal worlds worth speaking of. Why is Frank Fontaine grifting? Idk he just grifts. Why is Andrew Ryan doing what he does? idk he's just Andrew Ryan. And we shouldn't start on poor Bill McDonagh.

Speaking of McDonagh: the fucking dialogue. Either it's info-dumping or it's full of absurd words. Nobody is a person, everyone is a weird stereotype. I think Shirley was attempting camp but he managed to blow straight past that into the garbage. (I'm a little terrified of how he'll make the non-white characters speak lol)

Third is the fucking prose. Oh my fucking christ it's so embarrassing. Shirley does not trust you to be able to infer from his sentences, so he will explain himself at length, sometimes two or even three times over. Shirley is primarily a visual person; he can't conceptualize intangibles; he can't just discuss an idea. He is firmly rooted in terra firma. Every now and then he tries to be smart and utters complete nonsense.

Bill McDonagh was riding an elevator up to the top of the Andrew Ryan Arms—but he felt like he was sinking under the sea.

Fourth is the research. Shirley does not research big processes, but bit information, which is kind of a problem. He doesn't know how the US government could stop Andrew Ryan from shipping giant building parts out--or why they'd even care--but he'll spend time telling you about boxing in 1946.

Fifth is scene setups. So let me share with you a paragraph from my journal regarding Chapter 2:

Sullivan tries to shake a G-man, fails, and doesn’t care because it doesn’t matter. He shows up at a ship containing building materials for Rapture, meets Greavy, and they lecture each other back and forth about subjects they should already know to summarize a bunch of events we should have seen. As an afterthought, Sullivan tells Greavy he showed up in person to confirm the time the ship leaves instead of calling because the phones are probably tapped. Sullivan will leave before the ship leaves so he won’t actually know the time to confirm with his boss. This particular ship is one of multiple ships and represents only one of multiple shipments—there’s nothing remarkably special about it. They’re not in any danger in any way and there’s nothing the USA can do legally to stop them, a fact they confirm multiple times. End scene.

It's a nothingburger. Absolutely nothing happens in this that's worth writing about. The G-man can't do anything, the USA can't do anything, nobody's going to do anything. There's no tension. This scene solely exists for the sake of dumping exposition. We don't get to see the act of building the city itself.

I am definitely learning something from reading this book but mostly it's about what not to do, and I hate it. If I didn't want to keep it around for fanfiction purposes, I would throw it in a woodchipper.

#bioshock #bioshock rapture #reading #writing #vvatchword #vv reading #someone. please. acknowledge my pain

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positivelybeastly · 8 months

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Do you think there’s any chance x force beast isn’t actually Hank (at least not entirely) at this point? Honestly I think it’s pretty likely they’ll establish it isn’t even if it doesn’t happen for a long time and as a throwaway line. Mind control or soul stealing or something

"When. Will you get it through your thick little skulls?"

"I am not my ineffectual counterpart. I am not controlled by a brain parasite, or a malevolent spirit, or another mutant. I am fully cognisant of my actions, I am of sound mind and body, I am fully aware of who, what, and where I am. I am the exact same Beast there has always been, and no matter how much you disapprove of what I do, that fact will not change."

"Where was all this bleating years ago, hm? HM? Where was the insistence that this couldn't possibly be me? You were all just so damned happy to sit on the sidelines, cluck your tongues, shake your heads, and disapprove, but did you actually do anything? No! You just muttered, oh, this is just a classic Beast fuck-up, and MOVED ON. So why don't you take, that exact same energy, and apply it, TO THIS SITUATION?!"

The thing is, even if Ben Percy were capable of writing a Hank who doesn't read like a sociopath's guide to making friends and influencing people, I feel like there's only a very certain subset of people who genuinely think that there's a smooth, unbroken line from ANXM Beast to X-Force.

People who listen to the Cerebrocast, mostly, because Connor Goldsmith is my personal nemesis, apparently.

Like, does anyone remember what Hank actually said to the kid X-Men when he was convincing them to come with him through time?

Surprise surprise, I do!

Oh yeah, TWICE, huh?

And, like, I get it, it's way easier to do this shit when you can just science the solution, pop it in a box, and it just goes and does it. There's a certain similarity between Terra Verde, and the Secret Avengers neutron bomb, the Ghost Box laser, the Secret Invasion bioweapon.

Except, you know, one of them he didn't even really pretend to be upset by, and the other three he was visibly wracked with guilt by. And the fact that three of them were done against hostile combatants, not a country of innocents.

But there's a similarity, I'll admit.

But then he's trying to fucking snipe children, and I'm just like, okay, Ben. Fucking okay. Whatever, man.

The jump doesn't make sense. Straight up doesn't. Ben didn't do the work, the end. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

If I were tasked with writing this, or with fixing it in the post-Krakoa relaunch, I'd retcon that Hank has CTE, or that he did something to his brain to turn off his emotions, and that fucked him up. That's at least diminished responsibility. Or, honestly, I'd go with the Dark Beast Cerebro back-up got jammed into his at some point.

There's lines to support it (if you've noticed there are no X-Force caps in all of this, then congrats, you win a prize - I refuse to cap it), like him saying he doesn't feel like himself at times. That's such a weird thing for him to say unprompted, to himself, in his own narration.

Why would you have him say that unless it was going to lead to something? It's not impossible that was going to lead to a revelation that the Chronicler was controlling him, but then the Hickman master plan got bumped and that's just an artefact of an older plot blueprint?

But then there's the fact that Sage has brought up that he didn't delete his Avengers back-up. Twice. "Was this intentional or an accident?" I'm sorry, but if that comes to nothing, then Ben's even worse at writing than I thought, and someone WILL come along and pick that up as an excuse, that Hank was fighting from the inside against some malevolent influence, that he was able to push his hand off the button to give X-Force a chance down the line.

It's also worth reminding that it took three years for them to reveal that Bishop's heel turn murder spree aimed at Cable and Hope was because of the Demon Bear. Three whole years to run it back. But they did it eventually, because they had to fix the damage, and I can absolutely see someone deciding that they're tired of the 'IS BEAST GOING TO TURN EVIL IN THIS ISSUE???' letters and threads and messages, and just retconning it. I can absolutely see that happening.

My personal read, to make writing X-Force Beast tolerable, is that it's Hank, but just straight up mentally unbalanced. In the middle of the longest dissociative episode ever recorded, just off his gourd, not sure what's real and what's not, stumbling through by virtue of his prodigious mind. Driven mad by grief and isolation and loneliness and mistakes, ignored and forgotten by the X-Men until it comes back to bite them.

It wouldn't be the first time.

Seriously, the X-Men have a habit of just using Hank until he breaks, then leaving him to his misery as if they didn't have a thing to do with it. Fucking pisses me off. Family my ass.

#Anonymous #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #outofmuffins

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ally-holmes · 1 year

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Time travel to Terra Mítica | Iolaus fanfic

My Fanfic Masterlist | Multifandom

Fandom: Young Hercules

Pairing: NONE

Rating: General

Content Warnings: NONE

Summary: Hercules, Jason and Iolaus find a coin that transports them to the Spain of the early 2000s, to 'Terra Mítica: Amusement Park'.

Word Count: 4420

Also available on AO3

This work was created to be part of the Deanobingo2023 event by @deanobingo It fills the Character Card with Iolaus and the General Prompt Card with “Come with me”.

Time travel to Terra Mítica | Oneshot

The young heroes had some free time from the academy which led them to visit the agora of a big city close by. Hercules was looking around the different stalls with wide eyes, he was the tallest of the group, and still, he stood on his tiptoes, stretching his neck comically. Jason and Iolaus were bickering, as always, some steps behind him, too engrossed in their own little bubble.

As they passed the entryway into an alley, a stunning woman in a robe clearly new and a cape around her shoulders went out. Iolaus caught how something fell from her hands, so he pushed Jason aside and ran to look for it, clearly thinking of it as a good excuse to start a conversation with that mysterious lady. Jason called for Hercules before following Iolaus. The shorter teen was examining a silver coin with a symbol they hadn't seen before. It reminded them of a compass and the geometrical representation of a star.

"Hey, you're the one who has traveled the most. Where's this from?" He asked the prince.

Jason looked at it carefully before shaking his head; Hercules snatched it from him holding it up to take a better look.

"And what are we going to–"

Hercules' words were cut short when the end of the ally turned blue and gooey. Iolaus moaned in complaint knowing that his friends would want to jump inside; well, mostly Herc, and that mischievous smile proved him right.

"Come with me!" He yelled starting to run towards the portal.

Jason and Iolaus shared a look and took off.

One would've thought that after all the mess they'd found themselves in while following Hercules' reckless adventures, they would've banned him from making decisions; Jason and Iolaus were just as bad hence there was nothing to do apart from jumping into the unknown.

They stumbled, the portal closing behind them as the teens fell one on top of one another. Seriously, they were warriors in training, where did their coordination go in their everyday lives? The strange coin slipped between Hercules' fingers, so Iolaus took the chance diving in to catch it and tucking it inside of his pocket with a smug smile.

Perhaps they would've shown more fear or concern the moment they found themselves in a foreign place, with a lot of people with weird clothing wandering. But then again, they were used to insanity.

"Oh, man! I had a date with the girl for the pottery place and now I'll be late."

"That's a major concern you have there, Jason. Good to know you have your priorities in order."

"You're just jealous because she was paying more attention to me than to you."

"Yeah, well, if I had a title under my armpit she would've found me more attractive," Iolaus lifted his eyebrows as a challenge.

"I'm attractive!"

"That's what your mom tells you?"

"At least I don't look like a little mouse."

"Hey! Who are you calling little!"

"Guys! Come on, we have to figure out where we are," Hercules cut their bantering.

The other two looked at the son of Zeus, crossed their arms in synchrony, and frowned.

"Does this have to do with Zeus?"

"Is this a quest or something?"

Snorting, the tallest teen held his hands up in surrender, "I know the same as you! But what are we going to do, huh? Sit here hoping the portal opens again and that it sends us back to where we were, where's the fun in that? Besides, I'm hungry."

Jason and Iolaus shared a glance at the mention of food; they turned around giving their backs to Hercules and whispered something, mostly to piss him off before agreeing.

In front of them stood a big obelisk, there were statues and buildings that seemed made with unknown stones. A big stuffed hippopotamus with what looked like Egyptian clothing was handing floating spheres to the children that approached it. Hercules stopped feeling confident. Next to the hippopotamus that didn't seem a real hippopotamus at all, was a young woman with weirdly light clothing (not the leather they were wearing) who had a long necklace that ended in a rectangular piece with the same illustration as the strange coin Iolaus had picked up in the alley. The moment she saw them there, she seemed to panic, she put a forceful smile on her face as she addressed the parents of the children surrounding the fake hippopotamus and strode to them.

"What are you doing here?" She inquired. She wasn't using a language familiar to them but, at the same time, they completely understood what she was saying, which was weird. "You must be new for the season," she mumbled as she eyed them. "Where's Raúl? Has he gone through all the points with you or what?"

"I– We're kind of lost?" Hercules shrugged innocently hoping that his cute little face would melt her frozen heart. It did not.

"Jesus… Which section are you supposed to be in? Rome? Greece? With that uniform, you don't look like gladiators, though. Is it new? Anyway, take this," she handled them a folded paper with the same drawing of the coin, but in bright colors. "You must know what you have to do thanks to the orientation, so just follow the map and do your job," she turned to leave, but think better of it. "Please tell me that at least Raúl gave you the worker's pass for lunch," she stared at their lost looks and cursed under her breath. "Seriously, I already told Berta that Raúl was too dispersed to face his new position. Here, I always carry extra. Your meals are included with the job, you show this worker's pass in any restaurant in the park and you'll have a free meal. You can also use them to buy snacks in candy shops, gift shops, or kiosks, but they won't be free, their price would be charged to your paycheck. Understood?"

The boys looked at each other and nodded in unison, "Understood."

The woman went back to the hippopotamus and the trio started walking straight behind the obelisk, waiting to be far enough to freak out. There was some sort of lake on their right and buildings on their left whose structure seemed familiar, but not at the same time.

Iolaus snatched the folded paper. Under the drawing, there were words in letters they'd never seen before but that, somehow, they would read and totally understand.

"Terra Mítica: the amusement park. What's an amusement park?"

"How do you want me to know?" Jason answered snatching the paper and unfolding it. "Oh, it's a map. Look, that's the obelisk," he pointed to the entrance to the amusement park. "If we follow the path we'll be in Egipt, apparently."

"This must be like a town festival, but bigger and thematic, maybe," Hercules proposes.

"Seriously, Herc, how is it that we always found ourselves in these weird scenarios? Where are we?"

"Come on, Iolaus, it's not my fault!"

"Kind of is," the shorter teen mumbled at the same time Jason said, "No. It's Iolaus."

"Hey!"

"You had to take the coin. You had to. Are you short on money again?"

"I'm not! I was going to give it to the lady. I'm a gentleman."

"Let's not argue, all right? I'm starving, is there somewhere we could eat?"

Iolaus looked at the map over Jason's shoulder with work before striding straight leading the party. The place wasn't full yet but there were a lot of people eating, big groups of children and families. There were huge columns decorated with fake hieroglyphs, but here's where the ambient ended; the food was unknown to them (burgers and french fries, what's that?) and they took it in trays made of something called plastic.

Hercules studied the map while Iolaus stuffed his mouth with his second hamburger.

"This is like, so good. So good. I mean, meat, tomato, lettuce, cheese, and bread, all of it fits your hands. This is some good travel food guys."

"I doubt it, I bet it would get soggy or dry," Jason pointed out, but he was also enjoying his second one. "Maybe we should try something else next time. They have something called macaroni bolognese. I want to try that."

"Hey! Hey, what's that kid eating?" Iolaus pointed out the object of his want while a piece of his food fell from his mouth to his plate, he took it and shoved it into his mouth again.

"Ew," Hercules deadpanned.

"That's called chicken nuggets," Jason supplied reading the menu printed behind the cashier.

"That looks bigger than a nugget."

"I want it. Herc, go fetch some."

"I'm not a dog."

"You've done eating! We're still at it," Iolaus argued grabbing a handful of french fries to stuff his mouth. He moaned, "This. Good."

Sighing, Hercules got up ready to buy some chicken nuggets or whatever when Jason remembered him about his macaroni.

The chicken nuggets were good but the macaroni was a bit disappointing. Jason thought it would be spicy maybe, but it wasn't.

The amusement park called Terra Mítica was a lot of fun for them. They had no need to fear some enemy to show up, not really, and the fact that they were able to understand and make themselves understandable to these people that were clearly speaking another language and from another time was a winning point.

After they ate they found different sculptures made with cheaper materials than they were used to seeing. Everything looked weird and amazing at the same time, so they decided to enjoy it. When some children came up to them to ask for pictures they didn't understand what exactly they meant, and the fact that their guardians took a rectangular black box to put in front of their faces before a flash of white light stroked them didn't help. They seemed pleased with that, so the teens shrugged and kept on with their journey.

"What is that?" Iolaus pointed with huge eyes.

In front of them was what looked like a stable, but inside was a shiny back surface full of statues that moved with a person inside of them, controlling it with a round… thingy. Jason looked at the map and read that it was a ride, sort of an activity, named Arietes that was bumper cars. They had no idea what it meant, but the people using them were crashing against each other and laughing. Iolaus looked at them with huge shiny eyes full of hope, Jason hung his head and nodded offering the shorter one to lead the way. Hercules followed them with a soft smile on his face; he could do this, he could just relax for a day, and he'd figure out how to come back to their time and place later.

They had to make a line, just like the other guests of the park, but they didn't really mind. Hercules studied the map wondering which rides would be fun to try out. On the reverse of the map were a timetable with hours, places, and names of shows. Someone on the line was kind enough to explain to him that at certain hours, in concrete places inside the park, a bunch of workers dressed like them or some variation of it would do a show or recreation of something. It sounded intriguing, but there was no way to know the time to make it to it, although he was certain that Iolaus would enjoy watching some of that street shows; he'd always loved it at the local festivals when someone juggles items on fire. Iolaus stood on his tiptoes almost the entire time they were in the line waiting for their turn, and when it finally came, he beamed jumping right inside a black goat statue.

Every time Iolaus's statue crashed with someone else's, his body lifted slightly from the seat and Hercules started to worry a little that his good friend would end up flying out of there. It was fun, crashing against other people and especially against each other. Iolaus, with his habitual charm, schemed a coordinated attack against Jason with other guests and oh, it was so worthy.

"That was SO FUN!!" Iolaus jumped next to his friends as they walked away from the statue's ride. "How many rides are here? We need to play in all of them!"

"How old are you again?" questioned Jason faking contempt.

"You're behaving like a little fawn."

"You're just jealous because I'm being adorable, as those cute girls said, and they liked me better."

"You're adorable because you're short. I'd rather be attractive and hot," Jason winked at him.

That's how their new bickering started as they crossed a huge bridge where the water, clear and fresh, fell like a waterfall. There wasn't anything natural in this place, which disturbed Hercules' peace of mind. A big wooden horse in the distance mesmerized them. Much to Iolaus' disappointment it wasn't a ride, but only a big statue to take pictures of. On the map, Jason read that it was something called The Horse of Troy; it looked awesome, so Jason shared Iolaus' long face when they broke apart from it heading to what was a real ride: Argos' Rapids.

After a long line to wait on and a torn Iolaus glancing behind himself to take a look at the wooden horse, they found themselves with ten more people in a big circular thing, strapped on to the thing, before it took off and suddenly they were turning and turning with water splashing from everywhere and Iolaus screamed in joy. The teens went out of the ride with their clothes damp and smiles so big on their faces that they seemed like a trio of lunatics.

There was a candy shop just next to the ride and Hercules decided to buy some for them, especially for Iolaus hoping it would distract his glance from the wooden horse. It worked.

They arrived in an area called Rome and found a statue of a wolf nursing a couple of babies. As they were looking at it, a group of soldiers marched toward them. They were wearing shiny armor with short red tunics and laced sandals, and heavy swords and shields occupied their hands. The more they approached, the tenser the teens became. Were they there for them?

The group of soldiers made a turn, finishing their walk in a clearing in front of what the map said was a Coliseum. Of course! Hercules looked up at the street shows in the area and found something about a fight. This was only an exhibition.

"I knew it. It's impossible that they were here for us," Iolaus crossed his arms ready to state his case against them. He had been just as scared as his friends, but he wouldn't confess easily.

Other guests from the park surrounded the soldiers and they all watched the show. The sound of metal crashing was unsettling and familiar, however, their fighting performance was clearly lacking proper technique. They weren't warriors. Iolaus shared a look with Hercules and they both smiled when the same idea flashed in their minds. Not now, but soon.

They clapped during the performance like the others before Jason's face got drained of any color. Iolaus followed his eyes and found a mechanic ride that made his blood run cold. It was a huge column that made a cabin with people go up in the sky to then let them drop. People screamed, but they also laughed when it was done. The flight of the phoenix was its name and Hercules dragged them there with renewed childish joy.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Herc."

"I'm going to vomit."

"Come on guys! This is going to be awesome! The last time I was that up in the sky was when I flew with the phoenix, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, when you stole Hera's chalice."

"You can't be mad about it still."

"I'm not. But Jason and I here almost died to give it back, you know."

"I already–"

"What Iolaus is trying to say is that the phoenix incident is not a happy memory for us, as much as it is for you."

"And I got arrested!" Iolaus suddenly remembered.

"Let's have fun guys."

"Attention guests, please put your seatbelts on. The ride is about to start."

A bar with some sort of vest support dropped from their heads to trap them in the seats of the cabin. Jason grabbed it with all his strength and started closing his eyes as the cabin rose. Hercules was looking at the park with a huge grin on his face, whereas Iolaus was a fun mix of fear and fun.

"I want to go there next," Iolaus pointed to a big metallic structure that had a lot of ups and downs, and what looked like a cart was running through it with a bunch of people screaming.

"Deal."

"I did not agree to–"

Jason's complaint was cut short the moment the cabin, up in the sky, dropped. The three of them screamed for different reasons when it happened as a cool sensation tightened their stomachs pushing up to their chests. Once down, the thing got up again, this time faster, and the sensation increased. Iolaus had tears in his eyes while he laughed uncontrollably. Hercules, on the other hand, was having fun in a very collected way. The ride repeated the drop three times before finally reaching the floor and releasing them; Jason swayed when getting up and kept his eyes on the floor while his friends helped him to walk.

His short indisposition made it easier for his friends to drag him to the new ride: Inferno. According to the map's description of the ride, it was a roller-coaster. After drinking water from a fountain and soaking Jason's head under the faucet, the boys waited in the long line patiently talking with some other guests that appreciated their outfits. Jason, still ashen, started to flirt with a group of beautiful women, closely followed by Iolaus. Hercules was just happy to observe with a shy smile on his face, shaking his head with the stupid comments of his friends.

"So, you're playing a younger version of Hercules?" A young man accompanying the ladies asked.

"I guess so," he answered with caution.

"Huh… I would have thought they would put you in some short skirt or something, like in the movie."

"Yeah," Herc nodded without having a single clue of what a movie was.

"Your cute thought, and the fact that they chose leather and yarn, and some pants seem a better option."

Understanding it as a compliment, Hercules nodded again with a smile, "Yeah."

"When did you start working here?"

"Today."

"And they let you ride anything you want?"

"Apparently, yeah."

"Cool. Um… when are you out?"

"I'm not certain…"

"Hey, Julio!! Come with me, I need you to hold my hand, dude," a woman of the group begged, dragging the young man with her.

Hercules blinked oblivious to the situation he'd been into. He took a seat behind the one where Jason and Iolaus were clearly arguing about who should seat next to the lady they both liked. She seemed pretty happy with the ridiculousness of the boys. Iolaus got the spot finally, sending a smug smile over his shoulder to Jason, who sat grumpily with Hercules.

"What does this ride do?" Jason asked his companion and Hercules couldn't do anything to stop his belly laugh as the ride took off.

A few ups and downs, tosses and turns later, they were holding Jason again, this time helping him reach a restroom. They were mindblowing, the ones they had in their time and place were outdated at best. Jason had thrown up on a stool while Iolaus looked mesmerized by the whole wall of mirrors.

"Damn, I'm cute. Look at this Herc, I look amazing in every one of them."

"You're cute because you're short."

"That's not true!!"

For the next ride, the Tornado, they left Jason helping himself to some ice cream on a bench. Tornado was another huge column, maybe bigger than the other one, with chairs for couples that rose to the air as they turned and turned in the sky. Hercules and Iolaus had so much fun flying around on it that they made the line again; Iolaus had a soar throat by the end of the second round. Jason bought him an ice cream.

"You know, they have something called 'bocadillo de tortilla de patatas'. I cannot seem to understand the translation, but we must try it out."

"Are you hungry again after throwing up your macaroni and filling your big boy's tummy with this iced concoction?" Iolaus cooed patting Jason's belly.

"Stop it. Hercules?"

"Sure, maybe later."

On their way around the park, the trio got into several more rides including a roller-coaster three times bigger than the last one. Jason refused to ride it, which was fine, because he enjoyed his time for himself, taking pictures with guests that still thought he was part of the amusement park employees; but what he absolutely loved was the moment in which Iolaus ran to him after the ride with his cheeks flushed red, his eyes shiny with tears, a huge smile threatening to break his face and all his hair all messy due to the velocity of the machine. He didn't say, obviously, he made fun of him instead.

Apparently, they had arrived in Greece, an area they were more familiar with as it had some elements that looked like home, but they didn't call it Greece because each city was its own state whereas this seemed to believe that they were only a state named Greece. Confusing. However, they had this ride called The Minotaur's Labyrinth and they knew the tale of Crete Island.

The trio got inside, finding everything cooler and darker than the outside. The place was built as a labyrinth even before starting the ride so Iolaus beamed impatient. While they were waiting, something a guest called 'screen' showed what seemed to be a 'video' of the instructions and rules of the ride. They were meant to get into some moving statues, like the first ride, but bigger that allowed up to five people; they had something called 'laser guns' (whatever that was) and the whole point of the ride was to point to the minotaur that would show itself during the labyrinth and shot him in the red dot on his head.

It was a tense ride with the three of them sharing the upper road of the statue while having two unknown people under them. The ride had noises and sounds and music and everything was spooky and fun. When they got out, no one mentioned that Hercules had screamed, that Jason had jumped on his seat, or that Iolaus had grabbed Jason's arm for a moment or two.

They rode again.

The afternoon was seating and the number of guests in the park had lessened since the morning, but that didn't stop the three student warriors from performing in the street a nice glint of what they learned at the academy.

A rope, a long stick, and some understanding of the space drove the trio to fight each other, jumping into the benches and walls, and showing off their talents with a cocky smile. Of course, their performance drove Jason over the edge when he yelled at Iolaus to duck to the right and the guy to turn to the left, which pushed him right into the line of fire.

Pleased with their ovation, the trio took a bunch of pictures and finally arrived at the entrance to the park, like that morning. They bought some of those 'bocadillos de tortilla de patatas' and what was labeled as Pepsi (whatever that was), and enjoyed them riding the last of the rides: The Alexandria Harbor. It was a tranquil activity where they got inside a long boat and toured around the water part of the park enjoying the place.

"I think this's been our best adventure following Hercules," Jason mumbled, his eyes lost in the distance.

"How so?"

"There wasn't any danger, we enjoyed crazy things, and the worst part was me throwing up."

"Worst part for you, big guy. It was pretty fun for me."

"I'm just saying, that I haven't been preoccupied the whole day, and I know that even if we cannot go back today, we'll find our way back eventually."

"You don't want to go back," Iolaus pointed out. Jason shrugged.

Hercules, who had been listening quietly to the exchange, felt a pang of guilt in his chest.

Back in the harbor, they saw how the guests were heading towards the exit. The park was about to close as the light disappeared into the sky.

"We should go to the part where the portal left us. Come with me."

They followed Hercules sharing longing glances at their surroundings. They took the coin out and waited. Nothing happened for a while, then the portal opened with its gooey look and they jumped together.

Right in front of them was the lady from that morning with a frown and a shocked look. She noticed the coin and snatched it.

"You thieves! I'm almost unable to come back!"

"We're not thieves, you drop it," Iolaus claimed, crossing his arms. Jason, next to him, crossed his as well, clenching his jaw.

"We've been in Terra Mítica. It's been amazing! I'm Hercules, by the way. How did you do all of this?"

She seemed taken aback, "Her– Hercules? Like in the son of Zeus, Hercules?"

"Yeah."

"Oh… Oh…"

"You good?"

"Sure. I didn't though he was real, though."

"You came here through a portal using a weird coin and you thought Zeus wasn't real?"

"And who are you supposed to be."

"Iolaus."

"No clue."

"I'm Jason, future king of Corinth."

"I know Corinth. Not you, though. Anyway, bye."

"Wait, what's your name?" Iolaus tried to stop her.

Whatever she answered it was sucked into the portal. She was gone and they were home.

"Well, that was weird."

"That's an understatement."

"I'm hungry."

"Again?"

"Hey, the future king that doesn't exist, I think we should be treated to supper by our famous friend Hercules."

"Come on!"

"I don't like to say this, Iolaus, but I agree with you."

"Guys!!"

The End

Note: Terra Mítica is a real amusement park that uses Ancient Mediterranean Civilizations and Myths to set up its rides and shows. I went a lot when I was little, but it's been almost twenty years since the last time I was there and I know that it's changed quite a bit since then, therefore, please understand that the park has my memories more than reality. While watching Young Hercules I remembered those times and I thought, why not? I hope you enjoyed this small nonsense.

#deanobingo2023 #dean ogorman #Dean O'Gorman #fanfiction #fanfic #young hercules #Young Iolaus #Iolaus #terra mitica #carefree #bingo #hercules #jason #amusement park

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the-consortium · 2 years

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Doctor! Do you have any regrets? Alsp, how was you neeting with the Trazyn?

"In order to regret something, I would not have to have acted to the best of my knowledge and ability before. Perfection and the pursuit of it has always been what distinguished us - before, during and after Fulgrim. Therefore, I do not make half-hearted decisions and my actions also follow the all or nothing doctrine. I have no interest in cowards and their whining about what all might have been if any number of subjunctives had not prevented their actions." Fabius takes a deep breath, then exhales slowly. Apparently he has talked himself into a rage. With an unwilling growl, he shakes his head, expelling any last remnants of emotionality. Then blinks slowly, lizard-like, before continuing. "I regret things that others have done. Of course I regret Laer. If at first it seemed like a release from all shackles, the beginning of a golden age of unfettered exploration, in the end it was just blunt satisfaction of needs. I grew beyond that. With the excesses of Terra as the final culmination of a madness that was necessary to wake me up. In that respect, you could say I regret having to deal with the monsters behind our eyes in the first place. And their ruthless grip with which they turn good men into raging imbeciles." He raises his voice and turns his head towards the entrance of the library, where no one is to be seen. "That was not an invitation to yet another tedious theological discussion, son of Lorgar!" He turns again, waits a few seconds. When no retort follows, he purses his lips in satisfaction and continues. "What the strange Ancient One with his bizarre collection has to do with remorse is not immediately apparent to me, I must admit. But I must say - as violent and full of casualties as our encounter began, it turned out to be interesting. And since we both walked away with something we wanted, I absolutely see this little journey and meeting as a win. And in hindsight, it was good to get rid of the clone. The original may be a monstrous burden and constantly hinder me - but to think that the next version would do better was too naïve. That's where I have to admit that the Geneseed in me has kept me too attached to it. We Emperor's Children carry the burden of a Primarch constructed by the Emperor to inspire complete devotion and admiration. Especially and particularly in his sons. I adopted this blueprint unchanged and paid the price. Fortunately, this mistake could be corrected. It may be a pity to have lost Flavius and his people too - the more political counterweight to the Phoenix Conclave that exists, the better - but it was for the best of all concerned. Of course, I cannot claim to understand what moves Trazyn to do what he does. This being is so far removed from our human understanding that that would be completely utopian. But his collection actually seems to be serving something like personal satisfaction. And that is so completely bizarre that I can only admire it. He also has enough respect for my creations - after all, he very purposefully avoids a confrontation with Eidolon - that I imagine I can negotiate on a certain level should I still want something from him. But that may also be hubris - who knows!" He smiles coldly and reaches for his cigarette case.

#Warhammer #Roleplay #ask post #Fabius Bile #The Consortium #Trazyn

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oathofpromises · 2 years

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❝ is this the face of someone who’d lie to you ? ❞ ( Terranort for Aqua )

𝕮𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝕬𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖎𝖓, 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. However, knowing the body belonged to Terra, someone that meant the whole world to Aqua, only seemed to make things difficult.

“Do you want the honest truth? You would lie to my face because that’s how you work. There’s never a time you don’t try and manipulate things in your favor. You may have Terra’s body, but that doesn’t mean I trust you.” Aqua turned her back to him, glancing out at the sunset. Reaching into her pocket, the keyblade master pulled out the familiar blue colored charm. It was hard even to stare at Terranort in the eyes, so long as he was using her friend’s body. Clenching the charm tighter, she had tried so hard to keep Ven and Terra safe, to bring them both home. However, things had taken a turn, and after falling into the realm of darkness, Aqua was unable to return on her own. It was even worse after losing her keyblade, feeling herself sink into the darkness. It almost felt like she had failed. That Terra was stuck as a prisoner inside his own body.

‘Together...always. ‘ Those were the words she had said that night, handing each of them the star shaped charm. A part of her wondered if Terranort even held onto Terra’s, or perhaps had gotten rid of it long ago. The white-haired keyblade wielder seemed to react to any sign of weakness. Perhaps having too many memories of Terra would allow the other to regain control of his body.

“I said that I would cast you out of Terra’s body for good, and I intend to keep that promise. Answer me this, why linger inside his body? You know that Ven and I will both do whatever it takes to get Terra back, even if that means having to fight you for years.”

Aqua eyes narrowed, as she placed the charm back into her pocket. There were so many emotions flowing through her body whenever she saw him. She tries hard to keep her anger in check, but it becomes more difficult as she spends more time with Terranort. There were moments when she could tell Terra was poking back through. Trying so hard to regain control over his own body, Aqua felt that if she had better kept Ven and Terra safe, neither one would’ve had to go through all this. It was painful to think that she had only pushed them further apart, something that tended to happen no matter how much she cared about another person. In the end, they would end up hurt or worse. Shaking her head, the blue haired woman tried to rid herself of those thoughts. It had been years since the start of this journey. The number of losses they had to endure, the obstacles they all had to face,

There was a part of the keyblade master, that could blame Terra for giving into darkness like he did. During that time. Their master had really put a lot of pressure on their shoulders, and one keyblaee truly was enough to ruin any friendship. Aqua had seen it in Terra’s eyes as they fought. How even the slightest tipcould cause someone to trend down the wrong path. Rainfell appeared when she raised her hand. It was her very first keyblade and the one that meant the most to her.

“Tell me why you came to me now, or cut to the chase and do whatever it is you came here for."

It was pretty obvious the woman was letting anger cloud her judgment; normally she would be calm and collected during any situation. However, being around Terranort was a whole other story. Seeing the other did nothing but enrage her, especially considering how he played mind games with Terra's body. It was frustrating and only added to the fact that she had failed to keep one of the most important people in her life safe. He was a painful reminder of a time Aqua had allowed things to fall out of her fingers. Clenching her hand, she reached into her pocket, pulling out the charm again. Slowly, she held it up for Terranort to take in, hoping maybe somewhere deep down the other hadn’t tossed the one she made Terra away.

“Maybe you don’t care, but Terra does. Look at this charm and tell me you don’t remember any of the memories shared. They might not be your own, but they are his, and I won’t let you drown those in darkness. THEY MATTER AND SO DOES HE!”

‘ A Keyblade Master wielding your key in anger? Shameful. ‘

It didn’t matter if the other taunted her, tried to convince her darkness was the right path. It’s what he had always done in the past. Even tried to lure Ventus over to his side, which again nothing but cause her blood to boil. She wouldn’t lose them again, even if it took everything the woman had remaining to snap Terra out of this. Aqua was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, for years she spent in the dark realm. It was all too real feeling that isolation, knowing full well Terra was still out there fighting his own.

It was up to Terranort if he wanted to fight, it had always ended that way in the past. Recalling the other's hands around her neck. Feeling air leave her lungs, as she could only struggle to escape. Did he feel any remorse at all? A part of her felt like he only cared about Kingdom Hearts. Nothing else mattered to him, not even the people he hurt and ruined.

#I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea no matter how long it takes(destiny-bound/Terranort)#I'd bleed for you even if the darkness consumes me(Aqua)#one sky one destiny(Main Verse)#ooc: I am rusty with my Aqua but am excited have these two interact #I iamgine this taking place shortly after kh3 but if you need me change anything I can

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Hi love your fics. Would you be willing to do an angron x reader. He gets so little content

Part 2

Author's Note: You are my light, anon. Thank you for giving me the platform to go fucking apeshit about my favorite Traitor Primarch. Even if he's not a traitor (yet uwu) in this. It's not my best work, but I've been sitting on this idea for awhile now and decided to just write it before I lost it to time.

Summary: Angron takes interest in a poor young soul who's presence can soothe the nails, much to your own terror.

Relationships: Angron/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Uhhh it's fucking Angron?, It's pretty early so he's not as consumed by anger as he is later in the Crusade, Angron looks at another Primarch's serf and goes yoink I want that, He doesn't kidnap you yet but he wants to lmao, General 40kness so war death blood mentions etc etc (for those curious, this is vaguely based after canon, where it's said that the thought of Sanguinius could soothe Angron's Butcher's Nails)

Word Count: 2002

You have ten more minutes. You know once these men finish their set of training drills, you'll have to be back in the librarium. Your desk and it's piles of documents hails you like some sort of terrible beckoning call.

This has been your system for awhile now, as the frigid air blows through your clothing. The Astartes in training are entertaining during your rare moments of peace, as you lean against the railing to watch.

To think so few people will ever live to see an Astartes, and you watch them train so often. A luxury to be taken advantage of, you suppose.

You lean against the railing with more weight, your arms crossed over the ornate topping. They're so far away you can't quite tell what chapter they belong to, but you can see bits of white and red on the few men that are wearing pieces of their armor.

You wonder if they even know you're here, and if they did, if they'd even care. You're not of their chapter that much is for certain, as they lack the blue gold coloring and the stalwart regime that is signature of the Ultramarines. These warriors fight like it's a free for all, unlike the rigid one on one training the Astartes of Macragge are accustomed to.

You swear you feel the ground almost shake for a moment, but you just end up assuming that it's from the training down below. Or perhaps something elsewhere out of view. You pay it no mind, and continue enjoying your few minutes of respite.

Then there's a feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes your lips purse, looking up at the sky. You can just barely see the legions of ships moored close enough to the planet. There's always so many, even more so when a chapter returns to Terra for brief periods of time.

You hear footsteps coming from behind you; Heavy and armored. More than likely an Astartes, if you had to take a guess. It's better for your own well being if you just make yourself small and don't catch their eye, hoping they don't even notice you.

The footfall continues closer, and closer, until it sounds like they're mere centimeters from you. They must be passing by, until they suddenly stop. There's a shadow overtaking your form from behind, And when you see it's outline, you freeze.

The shadow is massive. It swallows you up and the ornate edges of the armor cue you into the fact that this isn't just anyone. Unless they are of a high enough ranking to sport such unique armor. But you're gut says that this shadow is far too large to belong to an Astartes, and every other sense in your body agrees.

It has to be a Primarch. You can see the absolutely massive shadow, the booming footsteps from earlier, and the feeling. The feeling alone makes you know well this isn't a random Astartes who's becoming oddly interested in you.

The sons of the Emperor are known to have what can only be described as an aura around them, which seems to affect anyone in there vicinity. How they react to it depends on the person, but for most, it's usually fear hidden underneath a mask of stalwart servitude.

Thickly swallowing, you glance as far to the side as you can to see if you can figure out which one it is.

You can see, gold. brushed, but faded gold armor. Beaten and worn though still containing a particular luster about it. Higher up your eyes travel, and you see a faded outline of something around the kneeplate. It looks like, spikes, or a crude representation of teeth. Up a little farther, and you see something dangling from his hip; Cleaned bleached skulls and-

Oh god. Oh god.

You feel your heart slamming against your chest. It's going to break out, you just know it and you can't do anything to stop it.

It's not as if coming face to face with any Primarch is something to be taken lightly. But this isn't The Angel or The Raven. This isn't even your own Primarch Guilliman, who you've only seen a few times in your life.

This is Primarch Angron.

You can't run from him. He'd kill you within an instant if not for the sheer disrespect of it, but for triggering something in him that makes him think you're prey. You only hope that you can hold strong enough that he doesn't hear your heartbeat, or how your trying not to shake in your boots.

Slowly you turn your head more, eyes trailing up his legplate, then his chestplate, before finally reaching his face.

The metal cords coming from his head fall over his armored shoulders almost like chunks of hair, though distinctly old and worn. The metal is rugged; Beaten and warped. Underneath some of them you can see deep red tattoos, some of which trail onto his face. They're warped and shifted by his numerous scars, scattered across his face from forehead to neck. They're all old, long healed and forever telling a story that only he knows.

His eyes bear down on you, the deep red unreadable. He isn't reacting to you at all, but that angered expression is permanently spread across his face. The deep furrow in his brow, the look in his eyes. He's like a pot constantly on the edge of boiling over and scalding everything close.

He has to be toying with you. Like a Fenrisian wolf tossing it's broken, beaten prey up in the air like a game before finally taking the final bite. Is there any other reason why someone who dances along the line between man and god would look your way? Is he just waiting to see how long until you react?

But as quickly as he arrived, he leaves. Turns on one massive armored boot and begins walking down the gilded hallway.

You only have the will to turn your head and watch him move away when he's taken more than a dozen steps away, seeing the battered gold of his armor. His thick furred cape just barely brushes the ground- the frayed edge ripped from endless wear and tear flowing behind him . You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and look back down towards the training Astartes. You peel your hands away from the railing you didn't realize you'd been holding with a death grip, palms slick with sweat.

You hoped desperately that it would be the only time you'd see the Primarch of the World Eaters. To survive once you'd already consider a miracle.

But it wasn't. Maybe the gods that are whispered about in various tomes have something planned for you. Maybe it's some sort of sick joke.

You see him once more not long later, and the exact same interaction occurs. You don't say a word, he doesn't either, and you assume you either pass some sort of trial only he knows or he just grows bored of you, and leaves.

The third time however, you dare to speak.

"Lord Primarch, do you, require something of me?"

Your voice is so soft he barely hears it, over the sound of clashing weaponry and fists on flesh. You look up at him but hesitate to look him in the eyes, but his own look traps you none the less.

You're a librarian or historitor of some sort in allegiance to the Ultramarines. He recognizes the blue and gold symboling embroidered onto your clothing from the various Astartes that traipse around with it plastered all over their armor, and their fancy, hand woven capes.

Gawdy and pointless. You'd topple over your own robes if you tried to run.

But you aren't running, aren't you?

Other serfs he passes by crumple like paper and plastic flimsies, but you're holding strong; A steel box that might be crumpling and walls concaving but still held together.

Angron looks to his left and over the railing out onto the vast open area. Khârn is out there, training Neophytes and newly blooded World Eaters. The warrior has no need for the diplomacy that you're more than likely used to from the Ultramarines, as Gorechild smashes into a thick plating of ceramite with one heavy swing. It sends the Neophyte to the ground in a split second. He looks back towards you, and notices that while your eyes glanced for a moment to follow his own, they now look back at him.

"You enjoying watching them fight." It's what he's found you doing every time he's passed you.

But it takes you a moment until you look up and see that he's staring at you, and that he wants an answer from you.

"Yes. I do."

You see his hand reach out, massive- Your eyes blink closed for just a moment in preparation for whatever he was about to inflict on you.

But instead, he grabs your jaw.

It still hurts, squishing your skin upward and forcing you to look up at him from an awkward angle, but it's far better than dying. You notice the way he stares at you.

He stares back, watching as your wide eyes dart around his face looking for answers.

Then he feels it.

He feels the stabbing, shrieking, aching pain of his nails dull ever so slightly as he watches. Glances over your soft skin. Meets your eyes. So the first time hadn't just been a trick of the light.

Your hands are frozen hovering at waist height, trying to figure out what you should do. Should you put them down, hold completely frozen until he finds or doesn't find whatever he's looking for in you? Or should you reach up and dare to touch the tarnished golden armor that has such a hold of you?

"Lord Primarch?" You mutter, hoping for an answer he doesn't seem keen on giving.

If anyone has passed by this scene they've not so much as uttered a word. None of them would, you'd have to be insane to interrupt a Primarch doings. You wonder for a moment if this scene would look comical from another's point of view.

One of your hands reaches up, shaking as you place it on the armor of his forearm. It's almost hilariously tiny- but much to your surprise the armor feels less cold that you would've thought. You place it there in the rough area of his wrist and try gently hold on and support yourself.

You're still petrified; Angron can see that emotion no matter how deep it's layered beneath other emotions on someone's face. When young men were thrown at him to die in those sandy pits, and he'd see the fear hidden underneath their anger. But as it fades and you become more confused by him than frightened, he feels yet another soothing wave go over his Butcher's Nails.

It's nowhere near enough- they still rip through his brain demanding him to kill to main to scream and bellow, but to edge that away just slightly is to give him relief he hasn't felt since before they dug this hideous tech deep into the recesses of his skull.

He doesn't know what it is about you that's doing it, but he knows he wants it. He wants you.

"Your name. What is it."

You stutter for a moment before speaking. The name is foreign; But given you more than likely hail from one of the many planets under Guilliman's rule, it makes sense.

His fingers shift over your face, and your jaw aches. He notices your hand on his arm and when he lets go, you use that same hand to rub your face.

He'll have to be careful. You're more breakable than him. But if you can dull the pain that sears through his head at every aching moment, then perhaps he'll have enough room in his head to spare the thought to be.

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