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THE WISEWOMAN (roman reigns ff) <chapter 9>

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Sophia's POV

I am in the makeup room with the female roster getting ready for the show. My outfit for today is a dark blue blazer dress and thigh high white boots with thin heels.

(not mine)

I am also wearing a necklace with a saphire on it and the same earrings. My grandma gave them to me when I graduated.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My smooth skin is ready for some makeup and I intend to do it myself this time since I don't wanna burden the makeup artist who has another looks to do.

I am trying so hard to get Roman out of my head after everything that happened last night but I just can't.

*flashback*

The car that Roman rented just left us in the big evergreen playfield. Although it's around 9pm, the lights are still working and you could see the empty seats.

"So this is the home stadium of Georgia Tech. It's called Bobby Dodd Stadium and it was built by students back in 1913. The oldest on-campus stadium in history." he explained to me and for a moment I thought I am on tour and he is the tour guide. His voice is so deep and smooth, this man can talk about anything and it will sound mesmerising.

"Woah." I exclaimed. "By students? That's impressive." I stated.

"Indeed." I felt him coming closer to me as we were walking. "By the way our team beat a lot of people here back in the day." I took a glance at him and he had that glow in his brown eyes filled with good memories.

"Really?" I asked with scepticism.

"Yes. Are you doubting your Tribal Chief?" he suddenly became a little annoyed and I tried not to laugh.

"No. How could I?" I replied dramatically.

"I'm a born winner, Sophia, and I'm gonna die a winner." he declared with cold confidence.

"That could be used in a promo, too" my eyes widened.

"I honestly love your work flair." Roman grinned.

"You do? People tend to find it annoying that I always have to involve work in everything." I spoke frankly.

"Nah, it's not annoying. I also tend to think about work a lot. When me and your uncle are together, we always scheme our next move. What should we do, what should we say to stand out from the rest. You are just exactly like him." Roman remarked and I looked down with a smile.

"Thank you for understanding my nature." I spoke softly and looked at him and he gave me that look signifying that it's not a big deal.

"I would like to thank you for spending time with an uncle like me." Roman put his hand on his chest and I started laughing loudly, not very demure.

"Stop." I slightly hit his arm. "I have only one uncle and his name is Paul Heyman." I said with the wisewoman tone.

"But I'm an uncle too. I have a lot of nephews."

"You are from those hot single uncles." I teased him and I swear he definitely blushed.

"Hot?" he asked again and giggled. "You think I'm hot?"

I looked at him with dead eyes.

"Don't act like the guy that used to play here doesn't know."

He sighed. "Back then...when was it? Twenty years ago. I was thinking differently. I was a completely different person." he looked down.

"Me too. I was almost seven years old." I replied and he looked at me with horror.

"Oh my God." Roman put his hand on his forehead and he suddenly changed his expression. "Almost seven you say? So you are almost 27 now?

"Don't remind me." I playfully scolded him.

"No. That means your birthday is soon. When is it?" Roman seemed very interested to know when my birthday is and he is not going to believe what I'm about to tell him.

"February 14th." I responded and his mouth dropped slightly.

"On Valentine's Day?!" he exclaimed and put his fist in front of his mouth.

"Yup. When is yours?" I kinda know his zodiac sign but I don't know the date.

"May 25th."

"Oh so you are a Gemini. That explains a lot." I concluded and he suddenly seemed confused.

"Why? What does it explain?"

"Geminis are usually clever and sharp minded. And two-faced."

"I'm not two-faced." he sounded offended and I laughed but when I looked again he genuinely seemed pissed off and maybe he was ready to chase me, so I started running with my high heels on.

Knowing that I have zero chance with these shoes while a literal athlehe is chasing me, he caught me in less than a minute.

He caught me from behind wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me right to his body and then turned me around with his arms being in the same position.

"Why am I two-faced?" he asked me again with almost very normal breath cause that was basically nothing for him while I was trying to catch mine for a bit but it's also because I am very close to him right now and I can feel the tension rising.

"Because you tend to have several personalities. I noticed you can switch up very fast from one mood to another." I finally explained to him while we were staring at each other.

"That's just how I am." he responded calmly.

"See? Two seconds ago you wanted to kill me and now you are calm again." I giggled and rested my arms on his shoulders.

"I wanna do a lot of things to you and kill you is nowhere near the list, Soph." he said quietly and it got me wondering.

"Well, what's on the list then?" I pouted my lips while looking directly at him and he leaned to kiss my forehead in the softest way possible but his thick beard tickled my skin.

Oh my God.

Clearly, I didn't expect that. It's cold outside but I swear to God, I could feel my cheeks burning and becoming red as a tomato.

My hands disappear from sight compared to his. He probably felt how cold they are, so he brought them to his face and kissed them as well.

I looked down out of shyness not knowing what to say which as we know is a very rare state for me. I felt him putting my hands away from his shoulders and grabbing them in his instead. I looked back at him.

"Damn, you are cold." he stated and I felt like I will explode any second right here and right now.

He is really driving me crazy right now and my question is does he plan to kiss me on the mouth or he is just playing with me. Roman started rubbing them and I felt warmer but it could be due to the high pressure in my whole body.

"Yeah, ever since I remember myself during winter I have a poor blood flow and even if I'm inside, my hands and feet are always cold." I finally spoke.

"I'm gonna make sure I buy you warm socks and gloves then, okay?" Roman pressed his lips while I could see a slight concern in his eyes.

I laughed softly.

"Okay." I responded and then we stood there staring holes through each other, examining each other's faces.

He really has that masculine mature look and it does something to me for sure. Who would've thought? I've seen this man a lot on TV with my uncle yet I never felt anything but yeah, this is basically me. I don't see it immediately but when I do, there is no turning back.

In no way I would have imagined myself with a man like him. Slowly but surely, I am starting to. The way he is looking at me is nothing I can compare with since no one has ever looked at me like that.

All my life I have received many different looks from men and I could read through their eyes that they want nothing but sex from me.

The look in Roman's eyes right now is really far from that. I can see deep care and even a slight nervousness.

"Your lips are very beautiful, by the way." he remarked, seperating me from my profound thought process I was just having.

"Thank you." I replied quietly. My hands were still buried in his. "Yours are probably beautiful too, but can't really see them from that beard." I chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he got a bit offended and pouted his lips like a little duck. Yes, they are very pretty, I got the point.

I lifted my toes up and pecked the pouty lips of the Undisputed Champion.

He seemed completely shocked from my action. His eyeballs are probably gonna jump out any second and I just smirked and bit my lower lip.

My turn to leave him speechless.

"Is this on the list?" I asked and he completely changed his expression. From surprised it became thorough.

"Yeah. It is." he responded quietly. "But now I want more." he attacked my lips, locking them in with his, slowly devouring them until I slightly opened my mouth and he slid his tongue in it. I felt like I'm levitating for a second until I got back to my senses and kissed him back with my tongue.

Okay, he is a good kisser. No surprise there. His lips definitely feel good and that tingling feeling from his beard is even enhancing the whole experience.

After a while we broke the kiss and stared at each other, knowing we both want more.

Roman had stains of my red lipstick on his mouth and moustache.

"Red lips look good on you." I stated and then I realized my lips must be smudged too but that didn't stop me from licking them and feeling the sweet aftertaste from Roman's kiss.

I finally seperated my hands from his. During this whole time they've been sitting like that and I rubbed the lip stains out of his mouth.

His lips are indeed very soft to the touch and I'm lowkey jealous, not gonna lie. Does he even put a lip balm on?

Then he gave me that lustful look since I know he is definitely going wild on the inside and he wants to kiss me again but something is restraining him.

"You just shared a kiss with the football boy. Your high school self wouldn't be very proud." Roman said with realization.

I gave him the dead look.

"That was for all the football team you once rejected." he added and I rolled my eyes, laughing at him.

*end of flashback*

"Shut up and kiss me again." I said and he didn't wait for second invitation for tasting my lips.

This was so magical. I honestly have no idea what happened to me. He just makes me feel comfortable while giving me heart attacks from time to time.

"Sophiaaa." the voices of Tiffany and Samantha trying to get me back on Earth startled me.

"What's up with you?" Sam asked.

"I'm just a bit tired from the ride." I fake yawned. "Couldn't really sleep last night."

"Is this cause the Tribal Chief didn't let you sleep?" Tiff teased me and I looked at her with playfully mad expression.

1) Because everything is still very fresh 2) I don't want me or Roman to be perceived in the wrong way since I have no idea how would people react to all of this.

"No. I slept alone. As I always do." I lied. I know they are my colleagues and that we became friends but I don't want anyone to know what's going on between us...yet.

Roman's POV

I am sitting in the room with my cousins and I just told them about what happened last night with Sophia.

"I swear to God, I feel like a young boy again." I giggled and saw Jimmy and Solo exchanging weird looks between each other.

"Yeah. That's the effect of being with a younger woman." Jon crossed his arms.

"There is a reason you brought her to your college field. You wanted to feel the spirit of your younger self, so you can get brave enough and kiss her since you know deep in you that all of this is wrong." Yoko just psycho analyzed me and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

They just had to rain on my parade, huh? Why do they do it? It's like I'm doing a crime or something.

"Sophia is a grown woman. If she didn't want me, I would know." I responded.

*flashback*

We started getting ready for bed. While Soph was dressing up with her pajamas in the bathroom, I put mine which is grey Nike sweatpants, no shirt. Just abs.

Suddenly I heard the bathroom door opened and Sophia came in front of me wearing a baby pink silk nightdress that wasn't very long. It was exposing her beautiful long lean legs and cupping her round perfect sized breast. Looking all natural and everything.

Maybe it was a mistake to put on gray sweatpants because I swear to God, I feel like I will get a boner.

"Let's brush our teeth together. We have two sinks." she suggested innocently flashing her beautiful grin at me and I just followed her to the bathroom.

Joseph, you can do this. You are a strong man not only physically but mentally. As a man, I think I've mastered ignoring my intrusive thoughts but right now they are yelling at me.

Is Sophia wearing any lingerie beneath this? If not, it would take just a slight pull and-

"Why are you standing there?" she snapped me out of my thoughts as she put a toothpaste on her toothbrush.

I sighed and got to the sink.

"You are just so incredibly beautiful." I said the truth.

"Thank you." she replied sweetly and then started brushing her teeth.

I did the same thing but when I glanced at my left to look at her I saw that her breasts were slightly bouncing and then she spat the toothpaste in the sink, leaving a little on her lips.

I am actually no better than boys her age, just realized this. I have to prove that I am, though.

I'm gonna try my best to keep my composure and keep the intrusive thoughts away. I turned to my previous position and tried not to think about how I want to haunt her on that very bathroom sink or in the shower cabin.

A loud thud shook me off my own sinful thoughts. Soph just dropped her toothpaste and was about to bend down to grab it but if she does that, I will see her lingerie and I'm afraid I will get an erection and it's gonna get insanely awkward.

"No." I growled in concern and swiftly bent over to grab it. "Here you are" I grinned at her and she seemed very confused.

"Thank you." she replied. "I was way closer to it, I could have done it alone, though."

"It's a psychological fact that if you don't help the person next to you lift something they dropped, means you don't care. I just wanted to show you that I care about you." I said a generally accepted truth.

"Well, you are showing me with another actions but thank you." she just said.

She still seemed slightly confused.

We were ready to go to sleep but honestly I have zero idea how I'm gonna do that knowing that the most beautiful and hot woman is in the same room with me.

Maybe this wasn't a very good idea. I am literally testing my limits. Is it possible that she is doing all of this on purpose to test my intentions or she just really wears sexy nightgowns to sleep?

Suddenly I am jealous of her boyfriends. I don't care what they are, who they are, they clearly didn't deserve a woman like Sophia. I don't know what they must have done in their previous lives.

But let's focus on the present. Now she is in a hotel room with me, she kissed me and she thinks I am hot.

"Will I get a good night kiss?" Sophia asked innocently.

I would give her a goodnight di-

"Of course." I replied and went to her bed. Then I leaned to her and placed a small peck on her soft lips.

"Just that?" she looked a bit disappointed. Yup, that woman is putting me to the test.

"Look, little lady. If we go deeper, I will go deeper, you know what I'm saying? Let's keep it PG." I playfully threatened her.

"Oh, I love men with self control." she purred and bit her lips.

Fuck it.

I leaned in to kiss her again but this time it was more aggressive and I got slightly over her making sure I am not hurting her with my weight and she softly placed her hands on my naked chest.

Now we got our minty breaths mixed up and it's amazing. It's also amazing how her tongue syncs with mine.

I broke the kiss and then she looked at me with fiery eyes like she accomplished something.

Earlier I described her as an angel but Sophia may be a devil in disguise.

"You are mine now, hope you know that." I said quietly almost whispering and went to bed.

*end of flashback*

"Look at him all smiling and shit." I heard my cousins gossiping about me...in front of me.

"Yeah no shit." I responded with sarcasm. "You two are definitely helping me with that, though" I stated and put the classic grumpy Tribal Chief face again.

"Don't forget you have to be mad for later, uce." Jimmy reminded me.

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rogersideup · 1 year ago

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｡°✩ ♊︎ The Gemini ♊︎ ✩ °｡

Chapter 2

Wine and Dine

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Previous part: Love You More Next part: Expendable

Word Count: 6,169

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

Steve wasn't quite sure he had ever ran so fast in his entire life. Wearing a heather grey henley, jeans, and some nice shoes, he knew he probably looked ridiculous as he zoomed by people in the hallways like a gust of wind.

After being deployed on the emergency mission for almost 3 weeks now, you were just about to land at the compound. From what he understood from the gossip floating around the compound, and confirming by the report notifications that popped up in the corner of his computer, it was a really bad one.

Agents were dropping like flies, if felt like every few hours one was being sent back to the compound due to injury or a psychological break. He tried multiple times to get the Avengers on the mission to help clear it out faster, it was obviously way too big for the agents to be handling alone.

Every time he tried, Fury shot him down because there already was an avenger on the mission. Though he agreed and trusted whole heartedly that you could handle it, he knew that if he was in your position, single handedly being the only reason why anything was actually getting done under exhaustive conditions, he'd appreciate another member of his team being sent to him

Not even a full minute ago you had called him in hysterics. He could barely understand you through your cries but he could tell just by the sounds slipping past your throat that you were in unbearable pain. It made his heart pound out of his chest as he tried to console you to the point of being able to understand what had happened.

When Commander Bennet realized that the wind had been knocked out of you, he gently grabbed the phone from your hands and spoke to Steve.

"Captain Rogers?" He quested after reading 'Steve' at the top of your phone screen.

"Yeah, hi, what's going on?" Steve asked frantically.

"Agent 306 is not in good shape. We had some sort of biological weapon hit us hard. It was a pale blue, powdery substance that was causing extreme irritation and almost burn like reaction on any exposed skin it touched." Bennett explained.

"But her tact suit covers most of her skin-" Steve vocalized his thoughts.

"She tried to stop the attack before it got worse, jumped on the attacker's back to yank the weapon out of his hand but..." He sighed. "Agent 212..."

"What did Harvey do?" Steve started seething.

"To put it simply, 212 got in her way. She had it and was about to put the whole mission to an end. I'm not sure if he thought he was going to beat her to it or if he wanted to help, but he threw her off and crashed right into her. The attacker grabbed hold of the collar of her tact suit from the back of her neck and poured a pretty large amount of the powder all the way down her back."

"Oh man, how bad is it?" Steve got up, already knowing where this was leading.

"She's in excruciating pain." He put simply. "We have lab techs on board studying the substance. They said that the effects are only extreme irritation, burns, and stinging pain for upwards of 5 hours. We already informed medical, they said there's not much they can do other than shower her and try to manage the pain with ibuprofen. She said she'd rather just do that at home, and she's asking for you now. Any way you could meet us on the runway?"

"Absolutely, what's the ETA?" Steve asked, walking down the hall towards the Jet landing runway.

"Touch down in a minute-thirty."

"I'll be there." Steve said simply before hanging up.

From where he was in the building, he knew making it to the runway was a five minute walk, so he made it a one minute and thirty second run instead.

He pushed through the doors to get outside onto the runway just as the jet wheels had touched down on the tarmac. The second it stopped moving, he practically ripped the door open with his own two hands and waited very impatiently for the rush of agents disembarking before he could get to you.

Harvey didn't get a chance to pass by Steve without receiving a glare from the soldier that sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine.

The very second he could, Steve rushed onto the Jet and you were curled up on the floor with your knees to your chest and your face digging into your knee caps. Commander Bennett was at your side trying to comfort you, but you were rocking back and forth to try and manage the pain, and doing your best to muffle your sobs as to not further inconvenience any of the other agents who had to hear you whaling the entire flight home.

Steve sank onto his knees right next to you, and placed a hand on you arm.

"You got it from here, Captain?" Bennett asked.

"Of course." Steve nodded, understanding he had more work to be done.

"Report back to me when you can?" Steve could see the worry in his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

Your commander got up and off the Jet following the other agents, and Steve's heart was still uncomfortably racing around in his chest.

"Hey, Bug." Steve gently squeezed your arm to try and get you to uncurl from your tiny little ball.

"M'sorry to bother you" You cried while lifting your head. Talking through the pain and shortness of air in your lungs was a struggle, but you took a moment and tried your hardest. "It hurts so bad, didn't know what else to do."

"It's okay, you're not a bother to me." He shook his head and got a good look at you.

Your tact suit was covered in smoke and ash, as well as your face. There was a deep scratch along your left cheek bone accompanied by smeared blood, presumably your own, and you jawline on the right side was bruised.

Steve's pounding heart came to a stand still before completely melting into a puddle when you let your forehead fall onto his collarbone. Instinctively, his hand gently cradled the back of your head.

Immediately, you felt safer and calmer in his hold. Letting someone take over your well-being when you had no control was terrifying, but Steve earned your trust more than anyone else in your life ever did. Around him, you knew everything would be okay regardless of the circumstances.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He questioned calmly.

"Feels like I ca-can't breathe" You hiccuped.

"I know, I'm sorry." Steve pouted. "Having the wind knocked out of you is normal sometimes when you're in that much pain. It's one of the worst feelings in the world but it'll go away. Just keep taking big deep breaths, it'll start to fade."

"S...still powder in my suit." You warned him. "Careful."

"Okay, we should get it off of you as soon as we can then." He thought out loud knowing that as long as it was still making contact with your skin, you would never start to feel better. "I'm going to get you out of here and up to your apartment okay?"

"Hurts so bad- feel like I can't move." You explained the best you could, internally panicking.

"Can I carry you?" Steve questioned, wanting to make sure he had your permission.

"What if it gets on you?" You questioned, not wanting him to feel the same pain you were in.

"I'm wearing long sleeves and long pants, it'll be okay." He reassured you. "I don't want to hurt your back even more, so wrap your arms around my neck and I'll hold onto the bottom of your legs."

You were happy to wrap your arms gently around his neck, and your legs around his waist as he carefully lifted you up. Without as much as a second thought, you nestled your face into the crook of his neck and continued to let the presence of your best friend comfort you while you focused on trying to catch your breath.

Steve was so focused on his personal mission to make you feel better that he didn't let his mind even entertain his personal feelings for you anymore. Meanwhile, you had an opposite technique to reign in some pain management. Steve smelled so good that the deep breathing with your face shoved into his neck was now a pleasant experience, and momentarily took your mind off the unbearable pain you were in.

Unfortunately his incredible taste in cologne wasn't enough to completely stop your mental and physical pain by the time he got you into your apartment and gently set you down on your own two feet. He offered you his forearm to keep a hold on to steady yourself, he could tell your muscles were overworked, exhausted, and tightly tense.

Steve could feel the hand you kept hold of him with was shaking, as were your legs, and chattering jaw that you tried your hardest to clench shut.

Single handedly, he worked diligently to remove your personal defense weapons that lived in your leg holsters. Grabbing the gun and dagger, he reached behind him and quickly put them in the weapon safe by the door.

Then he led you to the couch and had you sit down, helping you on the way down. He quickly sank to his knees and his fingers untied the laces on your boots and pulled them off your feet before he got to work on removing all the black leather straps and buckles of the holsters on your legs.

He looked up at you momentarily just to make sure you didn't seem uncomfortable by how he was touching you, but your eyes were squeezed shut so tightly and your mind was so far away it felt like you weren't even in the room with him anymore.

"Relax your jaw, Buggy." Steve caught your attention with a small squeeze to your calf before going at the holster on your thigh.

"But it's chattering" You cried, relaxing it to prove it was rattling.

"That's okay, just let it happen." He reassured you.

You nodded, eyes still squeezed shut with occasional tears slipping past them.

"Let all your muscles relax, keep taking big breaths." His sweet voice guided you, moving on from your left leg to your right. "Remember that this pain is temporary, this is the worst of it right now and you're taking it like a champ. You're doing a good job."

Letting your eyes open, you watched him shove his phone between his shoulder and head, freeing both his hands to continue removing pieces of your suit. Then he started talking, throwing around commands, asking for necessary assistance to make sure your suit is properly cleaned and the hazardous substance would be responsibly handled.

At some point, your eyes closed again and you started feeling faint. He stood up, still on the phone and walked away for a moment then came back with a glass of water for you in one hand, and medicine in the other hoping it could at least help jumpstart the pain management.

Then, you heard something that made your eyes rip open.

"Hey Buck, yeah she's okay - in a lot of pain but she's going to be fine. Hey- can you do me a favor? Can you go into my apartment and grab me a change of clothes? Just a shirt and some sweatpants please? Thank you so much, I'll leave the door unlocked for you. See you soon."

You took in his appearance and realized you had completely destroyed his outfit. Smoke and soot had smeared all over his light grey shirt and the the top of his jeans. There was blood on his shoulder from your face, and wet spots from your tears.

"I'm so sorry." You cried, genuinely feeling bad about it. "I ruined your clothes!"

"I'm not worried about it" He denied your apology. "You're more important than a shirt."

"I'll buy you a new one." You shook your head.

"You have bigger fish to fry at the moment, Bug." Steve said sweetly. "Let's get you in the shower now. The faster this gets washed off of you the better."

Deep down Steve was really concerned about you, but he internalized it as to not freak you out. You seemed weak and unsteady on your own two feet, and your cries were still sad enough to make him want to cry for you.

"Help me up?" You asked, holding out your hands.

He took them without question and helped you off the couch before guiding you to the bathroom and starting the shower for you. Making sure it was not too cold to be uncomfortable, but not too hot to hurt your burns even more, he finally settled on the perfect temperature.

When Steve turned back around to let you know it was good to go, he was going to walk right out and let you shower in peace. That was until you started crying even harder just by trying to unbutton your pants. Every move you made was increasingly uncomfortable, and in that moment you both knew that showering alone wasn't an option.

The hot shocking pain and trauma of the three week long mission alone made letting Steve see you naked feel like just another drop in the bucket. You couldn't even get yourself to pretend to care, all of the insecurities and fears you'd typically have over this flew out of the window when you could see the genuine worry in his sweet blue eyes.

"Do you need help?"

"Can you please stay?"

Both of you asked almost shyly at the same time.

"Yes please."

"Of course"

You talked over each other once again.

Everything you could've possibly been worried about wasn't even a thought in Steve's mind when you asked him to stay. Although his heart warmed over the sentiment that you felt comfortable enough around him to ask in the first place, he wanted to make sure he maintained that same level of trust.

So he took the same approach he took before any training session he knew you were scared of, or any time he had to touch your body.

A simple one word question that he always expected a completely honest response to, it always went a long way.

So before he even helped you begin undressing, he asked it.

"Trust?" He questioned.

Whenever he asked you this, he wanted a percentage out of 100 to gauge how much trust you felt for him in that very moment. Whether he was about to catch you from two stories high, or send you off to do something new, he wanted to make sure you were confident enough in him as your partner. If you ever answered below a 90, that's when he would put a stop to everything and the two of your would talk it through until you felt comfortable and confident enough to execute the plan.

"100" you answered without question, your shaky hands trying their hardest to unzip your shirt.

Only after you responded did he start to undress you. His hands took over the zipper, and swiped it downward. When he helped you tug off the sleeves he was careful to not touch the inside of your suit to not get any of the substance on himself, but once your top was off, he could tell it was all caked onto your skin and no longer dry. "If that changes or you want me to leave at any point, you tell me, okay?"

"Okay." You nodded, feeling a slight relief as the cold air hit your back.

Piece by piece, he helped you get undressed and into the shower. He stood next to you the whole time, and as the water washed off the dirt and grime, he could see the extent of the damage on your back and he internally cringed.

"You poor thing, this looks so painful." Steve pouted. Though you were quite literally fully naked in front of him, he couldn't stop staring at the plane of your back. It was fire engine red, and your skin was definitely angry at the substance.

"Fury is going to be so mad at me." You sniffled, starting to feel like you could talk in complete sentences again.

"Why?" Steve asked, head tilting slightly.

"I should be at the mission debriefing." You explained.

"You we're injured, there are exceptions." Steve denied. "You know who Fury will actually be mad at? Harvey."

Just the mention of his name had your cry growing sadder by the moment. "Can I tell you something as a friend and not as a boss?"

Steve's face softened, and he nodded.

"He did it on purpose." You claimed with confidence as your fingers scrubbed shampoo into your hair. "The whole mission Harv and his friends were doing things to sabotage me and I kept getting hurt. I felt like I was going crazy, and it was already a really bad mission to be on in the first place. I feel so defeated and defenseless right now."

When you admitted that, his eyes went from your back to a big, black and blue bruise the side of his palm right on your rib cage.

"Harvey will be dealt with whether he did it on purpose or accident. He made a really stupid choice that obstructed the mission and got another agent hurt, the best agent we got." Steve explained. "They'll probably open an investigation and pull any footage they have and talk to some other witnesses to get their side of the story. If it's ruled that it was on purpose his punishment will be much worse than if it was an accident."

"They're just going to come after me even harder." You cried. "I don't know what I did so wrong that they decided that they needed to make my life a living hell. I try to be nice to everyone, I participate when I need to, I help them when they need help, and I even do the dirty work so nobody else has to. Everyone still hates me. Nobody cares if I get hurt."

Steve's broken heart impossibly shattered again. "Do you believe us when we tell you it's jealousy? The men here have tiny little ego's. They're fragile and insecure so when they see how great you are, they just want to knock you down any chance they get. It's not your fault."

"I don't feel like I'm the best one here." You finally denied in a moment of vulnerable weakness. You we're already naked, what damage could admitting your true feelings possibly do? "I don't even feel like I'm good at what I do in general."

"You may feel like that right now, but that's not fact. It's far from the truth." Steve denied your accusations against yourself. "You're meant to be an Avenger, we're all confident in that. That mission should've never been delegated to you guys. It should've gone to the Avengers, and even then it would've been hard for us. But I was watching the updates and statistics come through while you were gone. You single handedly held the operation together and led it to success with nothing but your own guidance. You're incredible, you even outperformed the Avengers."

You shook your head in denial before tipping it back and letting the water wash away the soapy lather in your beautiful silky hair. "I should be debriefing but instead I'm crying in the shower I can't even take by myself without being a hazard."

"They have tormented you so much that you believe crying is a sign of weakness." Undertones of disapproval soaked through his tone. "Their words have you believing that you're not good enough for this, yet I don't see any of them being good enough to do half of what you do."

"I don't know how to get it to stop." You sniffled. "If I don't fight back, they keep going. If I do fight back, they come at me twice as hard. If you don't say anything, they think it's okay. If you do yell at them, it just gets worse."

"Join the team." Steve stated simply, reaching out into the shower to swipe some smoke off your face that you missed.

"I'm tired, Stevie." You admitted with a sad cry. "Right now, I don't even know how I'm going to wake up and get myself to work as an agent tomorrow. I don't know how I can do this anymore, let alone be an Avenger."

"Exactly, you're tired and you're hurting." Steve validated. "Emotionally and physically, you're a human with with needs, none of which have been met in a very long time. You had your heart broken, and with no time to recover you had tosee Harvey every day for three weeks, then he hurt you even more. We'll get you some rest, some food, you'll get some time off work to make sure you heal up and recover. I promise you that you'll feel better."

"I sure hope so." You sniffled, washing the rest of the soap off now that you were squeaky clean. "Because right now, my heart is heavy and i feel defeated."

"Then let's take baby steps towards making you feel better, we'll start by making the heaviness a lot lighter." Steve offered you a hand to help you step out of the shower as you turned the water off. A hint of a smile poked through your pouted lips as he wrapped your fluffy towel around your body as carefully as he could as to not hurt your back anymore than it already did.

"Do you have to go back to work?" You asked sadly, not wanting to have to let go of the comfort he always provided you. "I really missed you while I was away."

"It's okay, I'll take the rest of the day off." Steve denied. "I missed you too, I was worried about you."

There was a small knock on the door before Bucky came in, and before either of you could even acknowledge his presence, both of your feet carried you towards him.

Bucky quickly handed Steve the clothes he brought for him, then all his attention was on you.

"Stay with her for a minute, I'm going to change really fast." Steve squeezed Bucky's shoulder out of gratitude.

You we're still slowly crying from the pain, and wrapped up in the towel like a little human burrito.

No words needed to be exchanged between you and your friend and he very carefully pulled you against his warm body for a long hug.

After Steve changed into the clothes Bucky brought him and walked back out into the living room to the scene of you being comfortably wrapped up in his arms as the two of you exchanged quiet words he could barely hear, he couldn't help the tiny pang of jealousy. He felt like a teenage boy who had no control over his emotions. He knew it was wrong, so he pushed it down just like he did all his other feelings towards you.

When Bucky noticed Steve was back, he mumbled an apology to you about needing to get back to work, and promised he would come by later to check up on you. And just as fast as he arrived, he left.

Steve helped you get dressed again, which was a struggle. But the two of you worked together to find a loose enough shirt to put on as to not hurt your back, super soft shorts, and definitely no bra to dig into your skin. But he already saw your boobs so there was no harm in that decision.

By the time you climbed into your own bed for the first time in weeks, and Steve got in next to you, a bit of relief washed over you. The tears came to an end and now you were nothing but stray sniffles and a little ball of frustration as you tried your hardest to get comfortable without laying on your back.

Steve wasn't quite sure how it happened, but you ended up half on your side-half on your stomach with your head in his lap and one of your legs hiked up. Once you were comfortable, he pulled up the back of your shirt to let the cool air hit the burn and to make sure the fabric wasn't irritating the area even more.

He could tell you were still in pain, so he comforted you by running his fingers through your hair. You soaked up every moment of the pleasant sensation, it gave you something to focus on other than the pain.

Single-handedly, he grabbed his phone and pulled up your profile on the music streaming app you downloaded onto his phone so you could create playlists together and share music. He picked a playlist you curated of all your favorite soothing songs and played it quietly for you.

Steve knew music was important to you, most of the time you had at least one airpod in your ear and you were always showing him new music. He loved listening to the songs you found good enough to share with him, and he loved sharing the experience of listening to music with you all because he knew it made you happy.

"Do you have a comfort movie or show?" Steve asked. "Or anything you do to help you fall asleep?"

"Yeah, I get into your bed." You mumbled out a joke, feeling completely drained. Your eyes didn't need to be open to know he was smiling.

"The faster we can get you to fall asleep, the better." He noted.

"Are you tired of me already?" You questioned, another joke.

"Absolutely not." Steve denied with a giggle. "If you fall asleep, you can get through a big chunk of the pain with no awareness to it."

"I was just on a mission for three weeks barely getting any sleep. Just give me a minute, I'll sleep like the dead."

"Why weren't you getting any sleep?" Steve questioned, continuing to rub your scalp.

"They kept assigning me to sleep next to Harvey no matter how many times I asked them to not do that." You explained. "Completely separate cots and sleeping bags and he still tried to get me to have sex with him every single night we were there. Every time I denied him he'd try to spark an argument then I'd get upset and just lay awake because I couldn't turn my brain off."

"He was trying to sleep with you after a whole day on the battlefield? After he said he could never be with someone like you?" Steve questioned. "Did he not break up with you? Is he not exhausted by the end of the day?"

"You'd think there would be significant logistical issues he would consider before trying to initiate but he didn't let anything get in his way." You agreed with Steve. "I have no plans of ever having sex with him again, and he thinks it's a game. Like I'll crumble and whither away without his dick."

"That sounds like a terrible situation you have to put up with everyday." Steve noted. "If I had to look at any of my ex girlfriends every day at work, let alone be on a mission with them for three weeks I don't think both of us would make it out alive, and they would be the ones surviving every time."

You sleepily giggled at his words. "It is pretty terrible, but I'm hoping he will realize soon that there's better dick to be had elsewhere. I'm horny, but never horny enough to have sex with him ever again."

"Wow, you're so strong." Steve laughed. "That was really philosophical."

"I know right?" Your lazy smile stretched.

"If he's making you lose sleep, that's just more proof he's obstructing agents from reaching the objective." Steve noted.

You hummed in agreement, letting the heaviness in your heart and mind settle and the exhaustion in your body take over.

A few moments of silence passed before Steve broke it, his thoughts becoming too loud to keep to himself. "...I really can't imagine getting it up after a whole 12 hour day of fighting... don't think I could ever do that..."

Your smile reappeared. "That's because you actually do your job and you do it well. Harvey just kind've stands there and pretends to be helping. No person in their right mind would be able to get it up after a real day of battle."

"Wow, so you're finally in the phase of admitting that he's bad at what he does." Steve noted.

"Yeah, well, I'm infuriated that we work ourselves to the point of exhaustion and he's just walking around with the audacity to have a hard dick all the time." You noted. "He deserves a life of erectile disfunction, I deserve the audacity of a post mission stiffy."

"See, this is the kind of fire I've been trying to ignite in you this whole time!" Steve enthused. "Who knew that all it would take was a metaphorical boner?"

"Relax, I'm not hard enough yet to hop over the the Avengers." Your voice was getting raspier and quieter by the second, making Steve melt into a puddle. "Give me a little more time, maybe I'll get there eventually."

"Have you tried viagra?" Steve joked.

"Have you?"

"Is your back feeling any better?"

"Why are you deflecting?" You sleepily smiled.

"Sweet dreams, Bug." He covered your eyes with the palm of his hand. "Hope you feel so much better when you wake up."

You grabbed his wrist and directed his hand to the top of your head before letting it go, and snuggling up in the blankets the very best you could. "Thanks for coming to my rescue, Stevie. I love and appreciate you lots."

"Anytime, I love you more."

You dozed off not to long after, and fell into a sleep so deep that you felt like you had woken up in a whole different world. Your phone was ringing, and there was no longer any light seeping through your bedroom window curtains.

Judging by your door being cracked open with lights pouring through and footsteps walking around, you could tell Steve was still in your apartment. Reaching around blindly for your phone, your hand found it and answered the call.

A smile stretched across Steve's face when he heard your sweet, sleepy voice coming from your room. He could tell you were talking to family, so he waited a while until he could hear the conversation wrapping up to come check on you.

It took about fifteen minutes, but he finally came in and turned the light on as he heard some goodbyes.

"I love you so much, Buddy! I'll come see you this week okay? Maybe in a day or two." Your smile was uncontrollable. "No, I cannot bring iron man with me. Am I not cool enough for you anymore?"

Steve raised an eyebrow at you when you looked up at him with a giggle. You motioned for him to stay quiet, then put it on speaker phone.

A tiny little voice came through, and Steve immediately remembered all of the times you told him about your five year old nephew that lived with your sister not too far from the compound.

“What about Captain America?" He questioned.

"I don't know Captain America!" You denied, looking Steve dead in the eye. You laughed as Steve's jaw dropped in response to your antics.

"Yes you do! Mommy showed me a picture of you and Captain America!" He giggled.

"No, that's not Captain America, that's my friend Steve." You joked.

"That's Captain America's name!" Your nephew defended himself.

"No way, really? That must be a coincidence."

"What is your friend Steve's last name?" He questioned.

"I'm not really sure, I'll have to ask him next time I see him." Steve shook his head at you with a mischievous smile while sitting on the edge of your bed. "What is Captain America's last name?"

"Rogers! How do you not know that!?" The boy laughed over the phone. "Don't you work with these people?!"

"I dunno, maybe you should be an Avenger. You know a lot more about this stuff than I do."

"Okay I'm ending this conversation before my son tries to break into the compound and steal Captain Roger's shield." Your sister took the phone away from the five year old.

"Did you hear that Steve? If your shield goes missing, we have a suspect." You told him.

"Oh god... is Captain Rogers in the room with you right now?" Your sister questioned with a sigh.

"No, she's talking to herself. She's kind've crazy." Steve denied earning a laugh from the other side of the phone.

"Tell me about it! I've had to deal with her all my life!" She laughed. "I'll let you go now, Smalls. I'm glad you're okay, let me know if you need anything. Also feel free to come over whenever you want. You know Luca loves you more than anyone in the world, we would take good care of you if you need it."

"Thank you! And thanks for checking up on me, sorry you got that alert, that must've been scary."

"It's okay, I'm just glad you're alright. Stay safe, I'll see you soon."

"See you soon" you agreed before hanging up.

"You're gaslighting a child?" Steve questioned.

"He knows it's a joke." You denied with a tired giggle. "Luca is obsessed with the Avengers but especially you. If I ever actually admitted to him that were close friends he would lose his mind and never leave us alone."

"But he's so cute! You should bring him to the compound and give him a tour!" He enthused.

"I think he would actually combust." You sat up. "Maybe one day, but my Sister doesn't think he's ready for that yet."

"What's her name?"

"Jane, she's four years older than me." You explained. "She called me in a panic because she's my emergency contact. I think Commander Bennett added an injury report to my file so it sent her an automated phone call that I got hurt in battle. It scared the daylight out of her."

"I don't blame her." Steve shook his head. "Thats one of the worst phone calls to ever receive."

"It really is" you agreed. "What time is it?"

"7:30 pm." He grinned. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better. It just feels like a really bad sunburn now." You explained. "I still feel pretty beat up from the mission though."

Steve nodded his head in understanding. "I got an email from Bennett, you were cleared from the roster for the rest of the week. So you'll start work again on Monday. Oh, also, someone from the hazard team came and picked up your suit to clean it. They reported back to be about an hour ago that it wasn't salvageable so weaponry is making you a new one. Should be done by the time you get back to work on Monday."

"Thank you, Stevie, you're the best." You smiled.

"Ugh, I know right?" He joked, back flopping right next to you.

"I take it back." You laughed, gently flicking his head.

"Fine. Next time, call Bucky." Steve joked.

Your laugh got louder and you shook your head. "Bucky would've left me on the Jet floor to beat the shit out of Harvey."

"Exactly my point." Steve settled with amusement.

"Speaking of Bucky, do we know where he is right now?"

"Probably beating the shit out of Harvey"

"You boys are exhausting." You sign smiled.

"But you love it." Steve pointed out, poking your cheek.

"I do." You admitted.

Comfortable silence fell over the two of you, nothing significant was running through your mind, but you could tell Steve's mind was running around one thought and one thought only.

"... You're hungry aren't you?" You questioned rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

"How could you tell?" He turned his head to look at you with a big beaming smile on his face.

"I know you like the back of my hand, Rogers."

He hummed in agreement. "You're hungry too."

"How could you tell?"

"Because your stomach was growling in your slee- I mean... because I know you so well!"

"Food?"

"Food." He agreed.

"Alright, let's go big guy." You pat his shoulder twice. "You saw me naked today so now I get to wine and dine you."

"Bug!" He barked out a laugh, and his cheeks immediately turned a pretty shake of pink. "Don't you even start with me!"

“Oh, and by the way, if you tell anyone you’ve ever seen me naked, I’ll beat you to a pulp faster than any other agent in the compound gets the chance to call me a whore.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Next part: Expendable

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motte-the-goblin · 4 months ago

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Kinda excited that I wrote something lol

Half of this was written a while ago, I just found it again and added the last part so it might not be fully coherrent but Oh well!

the cursiv parts are the present and everything else is flashbacks to different points in time, just in Case that isn't brutaly obvious.

Pairing: Tech x Gemini (my Oc from Day 1, Introductions)

It's quite personal, what is happening in this one so yeah..

enjoy, I guess lol :D

(Stars, I am so bad at this xD)

warnings: Trauma trigger, Anxiety, fear of loss, Rejection sensitivity, Meltdown, self deprication and overwhelm

Word count: 1943

@clonexocweek I'm on time even!

War.

That was all I had known for most of my life.

Before the Clone War came to my planet, we already were at war with ourselves.

Our people had been divided over political and religious differences for ages, even way before I was born but when I was about 6 years old, the cold civil war finally boiled over and escalated into actual frontline fighting.

I was 21 when the clones first touched down in those big durasteel ships, swarming out like ants busily establishing a parameter like they own the place. They were carelessly shoving people out of their way to clear a path to the town square, where our appointed mayor waited, flanked by his guards.

I didn't understand why they were so rough and disrespectful towards the bystanders, as far as I had heard they were here to help.

The opposition had struck a deal with the separatist and in turn our government was able to submit a plea for help to the republic senate. Since our planet was now no longer neutral, with the separatists controlling half of it, the supreme chancellor sanctioned an intervention and a platoon of clones alongside their Jedi general were sent to our aid.

That was the first time I had ever seen a Jedi in the flesh. I can still vividly remember the billowing brown robes as they marched purposefully through the parted crowd towards the mayor.

I stood relatively far away but even there I could feel a kind of shift in the air around the Jedi, a nearly mystical energy surrounding them.

I sigh defeated as I'm reminiscing my memories of that day.

Sat on the windowsill of my one bedroom apartment, a glass of wine in hand I stare through the window, not even taking in what lies beyond.

Pabu was gorgeous this time of year.

Then again pabu was nearly always gorgeous, it wasn't nicknamed the paradise island for nothing.

But I was so lost in myself and my pain that I couldn't appreciate the beauty of my home anymore. To be honest, I couldn't appreciate anything anymore.

Everything just felt dark and gray and empty.

I felt empty.

._._._._._.

"Down!"

A booming voice cut through the air and I ducked under my arms instinctively, cowering by a big piece of rubble and trying to shield my face from the thick smoke surrounding everything.

The ground started vibrating and only a split second before a gigantic explosion ripped through the air a flash of white, black and orange wrapped around me, pulling me away.

The next thing I felt was cold durasteel under my body and a slight rumbling like from a moving vehicle on smooth asphalt.

Muffled voices, as if through cotton, seeped into my consciousness.

"They're waking up!" a high voice right next to me exclaimed as I started drowsily blinking my eyes open.

Footsteps shuffled closer, from what I could make out at least 3 people.

The familiar blur of white, black and orange slipped into my field of vision again.

I opened my mouth but could only get a hoarse cough out.

"I would advise not to speak right now. You sustained heavy damage during the explosion."

A sharp, yet soft voice spoke as gloved hands started to carefully examine my face.

I winced at the bright light that was being shone into my eyes.

"There does not seem to be any brain damage and no signs of a concussion either. You are lucky."

"Will they be alright?" the same high voice that had informed the others about my waking up spoke up.

Straining, I rolled my head a little to the side and saw a little blonde girl. On both sides of her stood men in armor. One with long, brown locks held back by a red Bandana, arms crossed over his chest plate and a stern look on his face, the other had a considerably softer look in his eyes, yet his sickly, pale skin and the mechanic headpiece were kind of intimidating.

"They will recover." the man who examined me answered curtly, earning a relieved sigh from the girl.

"Who…" I was cut off by a strained cough as I tried to sit up.

"Please remain recumbent for now, we will answer any questions you might have but for your own safety you should not move yet."

Stars, he was always so calculated. Even after we had developed feelings for eachother and he had grown softer towards me he was always very matter-of-factly.

It had taken me a bit to get used to his rigid mannerisms but as we got closer I learned to understand the little unique ways in which he showed he cared.

And soon enough they were one of the reasons I fell hard for the man.

We were happy.

For a few month…

And then we weren't.

._._._._._.

"I am truly sorry. But this does not make sense to me anymore. It would not be fair to either of us to continue with this relationship."

Silent tears had started streaming down my face as I stared out of the window while the love of my life ended things with me as if it was nothing to him.

A heavy silence envelops us, both looking at everything but each other.

I didn't want him to see my tears, to see how hurt I was.

Taking a deep, shaky breath I ask without turning towards him: "may I ask why this suddenly doesn't make sense to you anymore?"

I was fully aware that I sounded unreasonably spiteful but it was either that or be a sobbing mess and I wasn't about to reduce myself to that.

I wasn't about to lose my dignity in front of him, when he was the epitome of calm right now.

After what felt like an eternity he finally sighed and cleared his throat. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, obviously unsure of what to say.

"I… I honestly wish I could give you a more satisfying answer but I just do not feel the same way about you anymore."

"To no fault of your own." he added quickly.

"To no fault of my own"

Yeah, right.

As if we hadn't been fighting constantly in the last weeks of our relationship.

As if I hadn't driven him mad with my clinginess and constant need for attention.

I should've known from the start that we wouldn't work.

._._._._._.

“What are you doing?”, I asked curiously, peeking over Techs shoulder onto the Project he was fidgeting with.

A barely repressed sigh left the Clone as he shifted his Body slightly away from me.

I immediately took a step back and frowned.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to annoy you.” I mumbled, subconsciously starting to pick the skin around my Nails.

“You did not annoy me, Gem.”,

He sounded annoyed.

“I simply do not appreciate the hovering, you know this.”, Tech was trying hard to put a soft Tone into his Voice but it did not work quite as well as he had hoped.

I just stood there, chewing my lip, trying not to cry.

“Gemini, please. I did not mean to hurt your feelings.”, He put down what he was tinkering with and turned around to face me in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.

“No it’s fine Tech. I’m sorry for hovering.”, I should’ve stopped there but the words just spilled out of me. “I’m sorry for always forgetting your boundaries and I’m sorry for being such a bad Partner. I’m not doing it on purpose, I promise!” the tears started flowing and I angrily wiped them away with the sleeve of my Hoodie.

He just looked at me and opened his Mouth just to close it again because he didn’t know what to say to that.

Of course not, what is one supposed to say to this?

‘No, Love, it’s all good, you’re perfect and you’ve done nothing wrong’? Not likely. Since I definitely wasn’t perfect and doing everything wrong.

“I don’t know how to talk to you, when you are like this.” he finally uttered softly.

That hurt. Those words and his defeated facial expression felt like a hot knife in my Chest and before I could even think anything else the anger washed over me.

“Like this? you mean when I show symptoms? You fucking knew what you were getting into, I never lied! I told you from the beginning that I was broken! I told you I wasn’t good Partner Material! YOU were the one who wanted this, you wanted me! Was all of that a lie?”, the last question was drowned in an uncontrollable sob.

Again Tech opened and closed his Mouth, not knowing what to say.

He wanted to say that it wasn’t their fault, that he wasn’t blaming them and especially that his feelings for them were never a lie. They were the truest thing he had ever felt but he just wasn’t prepared for the emotional labour that came with dating, let alone someone with so much Baggage.

He said as much, thinking it was the most neutral thing he could say right now, but of course it was all wrong again. Gem started crying even more, strained sobs leaving them as their face hardened from the pain his words had afflicted.

He was completely and utterly overwhelmed with the situation and he did not know what to do, so Tech just sat there and watched his Partner break down more and more each silent second passed.

He wanted so badly to make it stop, but just did not know how.

“If I’m so much baggage then just leave me!”, I turned on my heel and cursed the automatic doors for not being able to slam them shut as I stormed out of Techs room.

I was regretting my words and actions already as they were still happening but I couldn’t do anything. I just had to watch myself alienate the one person I had felt safe with in a long time and act like a complete Turd.

We had talked after that, for hours and I apologized and explained myself. He said he understood and apologized for not being able to help me more. As if that was his job. But I appreciated it and I knew he was trying. As was I. But one can only take so much, I guess.

It wasn’t the first time I ruined it and it wasn’t the last either. But I could feel him distancing himself from me. I wasn’t even sure if he noticed it himself, since he was always trying to be understanding of my struggles. Then again I could’ve just imagined it, like I tend to do.

Always seeing people turn on me when they actually weren’t.

So I let it go and I trusted him when he said it was okay and that he still loved me.

I scoffed at myself.

Now see where that got you.

Unloveable Piece of shit.

The empty Wine glass in my hand flew across the room and shattered against the wall as a scream left me and I slid from the windowsill onto the cold kitchen floor, curling up into a fetal position, trying my utmost to console myself by wrapping my arms around my shaking body.

I just stayed like that until I ran out of tears and all that was left again was the emptiness, while Pabus setting sun sent its friendly Beams through my window, as if she was trying to help.

#clonexocweek2025 #clonexocweek day 3 #conflict #starwars fanfic #the bad batch #Tech x OC #motte writes incoherrent stuff

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estellardreams · 1 year ago

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Star the Wolf Info Page [UPDATED]

Name: Star or S23

Age: 16 (38)

Gender: Agender She/Her

Species: Wolf

Universe: StH

Personality: Friendly, Manipulative, Two Faced, Empathetic, Subservient

History: The last of the Main 6 and one of the most interesting and powerful of the bunch, Star or S23 as her lab name, is part of an experiment known as Project Starborn which was created to learn about the different forms of magic on the planet, soon shifting to seeing if Mobians could survive without chaos magic. They were right as three different beings with three different magic types were born from the experiment; Valenta, the oldest and the holder of dark magic, Sylvia, the middle and the holder of light magic, and Star, the youngest and the holder of corruption magic. Star was held back for four years to be trained into a bio weapon, her DNA being tweaked for any circumstances that came her way. But the moment the government realized she would be a liability, the plan was scrapped. She soon met Shadow since he was ordered to check on her just as she was being released.

Nowadays, Star usually spends her time either working with whoever made a deal with her, exploring the multiverse, and just trying to help whoever she can... When she isn't binded by a deal that forbids it.

Hobbies: Studying, Reading, Writing, Exploring, Training

Powers: Corruption magic, resistance to magic blocking tech, increased strength speed and durability, heightened senses, night vision, immortality, warping magic (bend reality to your will, but requires a ton of energy to pull off massive projects), special form known as the Corrupted State.

Feats: Worked with both the Resistance/Restoration and the Eggman Empire before, managed to form an entire planet, managed to take over so many different worlds by sheer willpower alone, died and came back to life, and has learnt to control her Corrupted State.

Orientation: Ace

MBTI: INTP

Enneagram: 2

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 3'6''

Character Type: Speed

Magic Type: Corruption

Favorite Food/Drink: Pasta/Chocolate Coffee

Worlds Visited: 67,894 (excluding Angeli, Acolyte, Amaia, Estelle, and Estellar Dream's count)

Alternates Count: 8

Star often has a piercing gaze whenever she feels threatened or trying to threaten someone. The person it's targeted towards usually stops their pursuit most of the time

Star has a daughter named Sayori she created herself. She’s a surprisingly good mother

Star's corrupted state behaves like a wild predatory animal, similar to an actual wolf being threatened

The purple glow from the black goo means that it's a very unstable variant of corruption. Ocean blue is the most dangerous, yellow is the most spontaneous, red is the most subtle, etc. Every color has a unique trait to each of them

The only magic type that can resist corruption magic for some time is dark magic. Its effects would become delayed and during the depowered feature where it would knock out targets, those with enough dark magic could break out of it.

Corruption Magic is a very complex power type. But thanks to the genetic manipulation and tweaks, Star's powers are vastly different compared to usual corruption magic.

Star is very odd for an extension of the Main 6, being the only one with even more magic than Estelle and Angeli's magic combined, which is already really devastating when brought together. Meaning, Star is capable of blowing such devastating energy and magic all over the place.

Out of the six, Star is the most feared when someone meets all six of them at once.

Star's eyes can shift from white and lively purple pupils to black and blank purple pupils. There's actually a reason for it; The darker eyes are a form of sight to let Star see who she had affected momentarily.

Star often has her magic activated to different modes per situation. Usually, she'd use the depower effect blended with the spreading feature switched on, and it can affect either organic or artificial. However, the last point often shifts because Star prefers to not infect the rest of the world wherever she goes.

Star is overly self conscious about herself and whether or not she's doing the right thing. She often ignores these points of herself.

Star will argue with anyone over her viewpoints on the world, along with defending just about anyone she feels is necessary.

Star can easily shift her tone of voice from creepy and controlling to happy and enthusiastic, making the change appear so drastic to some

Star will purposefully withhold information from either enemies that she has complete control over, or from heroes to protect them so she can take care of it herself

Because she is the latest member of the Main 6 and has access to all of their memories, Star will sometimes weaponize them during threats, particularly the morbid ones

One notable point was from Acolyte's memories during her test to see if she was immortal. Except... She did it in the most gruesome way possible; Slitting her own throat open, watching the blood drain from her neck in front of the bathroom mirror, before collapsing... Yeah, yikes. The threat phrasing in question was a very creepy laugh and "Oh man, you better back off or else... I'll slit your throat open, watch it drain of its precious blood before my very eyes before you finally collapse and stop breathing, unable to fight for your dear life... Understand?"

Star's favorite genre of music is rock, with some hints of pop and electronic music. Her favorite songs include "Break Through it All", "Endless Possibility", and "Live and Learn".

#sonic oc #oc #oc art #reference sheet #sonic #text post #digital art #🌸mine

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My Libra father comes from a very remote village in the north-eastern corner of what some random white folks dubbed “Afghanistan” and yes, my disdain for the word comes from him. The patriarchs of his family have been the religious scholars of the province for a millennium; as the oldest surviving male, he was teaching the Qur’an and the works of Hafez, Rumi, and other Islamic philosophers at nine years of age. Obviously brilliant, he left home for Baghlan hundreds of miles away so that he could pursue a higher education as there were no high schools nearby. He takes great pride in his academic achievements and when regaling the memories of a time long past, one can tell just how much of his identity was forged in the pursuit of excellence. Having always been at the top of his school, he was offered a full-ride scholarship to the University of Tehran, where he would be studying for the next decade, becoming a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.

Though it might seem like he was all work and no play, each summer, after having saved up his scholarship funds by living extremely disciplined, he would make the trek back to his home, buying goods at low cost and selling them along the way back to Takhar to give money to his parents. He would spend a few weeks there maybe, before going off on vacation to various parts of Asia and Europe, very much living his life to the fullest along with millions of other hippies. By the time the bloodshed was to arrive in his homeland, he was almost done with his studies and had planned to go back and practice medicine in the highly agrarian society. Those dreams were dashed when the massacres began, and his youngest brother--not even having completed high school--was conscripted and sent off to die in the foreign land of Kandahar alone, and for nothing.

He, like many millions of others, made his escape and found himself in Europe for a couple years before making it to southwestern United States as a political refugee seeking asylum. He found work as a vet tech and started the long, humiliating process of getting licensed as a doctor from a foreign country. At the time, only one school in the country indulged graduates from abroad and he worked tirelessly to provide for himself and jump through more hoops in a language that was his weakest of the five or six he could speak fluently enough. Like all Afghans in their thirties, he was feeling the pressure of procreation, and pragmatically went about to find a wife.

When asked why he chose my Aries mother, he joked it was decided by a game of wishbone, and it was down to her or her Gemini sister. This I would reluctantly learn was egregiously untrue given the amount of shit she talked about her and her innocent children, not to mention the schism between my parents has a name and it is my only aunt--and by extension--the entirety of the maternal side of my tree. Years later when I was old enough, I would learn he married my mother because her own mother came from a relatively close place to where he grew up, counting on future resonance and harmony given an undoubtedly similar set of cultural values and upbringing. It also helped that the first time he went inquiring to my grandmother’s household, my mother came home exhausted from work, sat down at the tablecloth, and proceeded to wolf down three heaping, delicious servings without a care in the world so he took it as sign that he would never go hungry.

They eventually married on the condition that they would live far from her family and moved to Arizona. On the night of their wedding--which was a triple wedding with one of her brothers and her sister—my father, who had drunk his share of alcohol in his travels, offered my mother her first sip, some celebratory champagne. The last thing she remembers is bringing the glass to her lips, and as my father puts, promptly went out like a lamp. In the nights to come she would complain about the stink on his breath and told him that he would not be sleeping in her bed if he was drinking, so he gave it up and never looked back. This was the beginning of many compromises he would make for his wife, not that this one was anything he would ruminate and tear himself up over for decades to come.

While studying for exams, language proved to be more of a barrier than he initially thought, and with my mother’s biological clock ticking down (but not really, at the age of 31) he caved to her impatience, and they decided to drag me out of bliss and foist me upon a time and world that would never be ready for me. This highly accomplished man--literally one in a million--a polymath with no limits to his intellect, gave up his licensing aspirations and bought a landscaping business for 500$ in the classifieds the year I was born, eventually moving into a small apartment a block away from his in-laws.

I am sure given that he had no family of his own--all his siblings were stuck in desolate nightmare where the rivers ran red—that when I was born, all the loneliness and suffering became worth it. I can only speak from my experience, but the relationship the parents from my diaspora have with their children is extremely charged and morbid. Their own lives cease to exist the moment we take our first breaths, and every action and thought derives from the urgent need for the safety, security, and success of their offspring. There are times when I would get sick and in turn, he himself would come down with illness, or back aches. He worked extremely hard, to the admiration of all my family, and went on to purchase a house with a half-acre where my brother and I would spend our formative years, a couple hours away from the nearest relatives.

I would bounce from school to school in my pre-adolescence and be uprooted before my slow-warming awkward self would begin to make friends or feel like anything other than an overly sensitive, misunderstood outsider. This would be another regret he would beat himself up over, cursing his compromises to keep his wife happy--who traumatized, like every other Afghan who made it out--clearly needed her family. For as long as I can remember, my parents had their hearts set for me to attend the most prestigious public school in the East Bay, although the moves closer every few years were justified by cutting my father’s three to four hours daily commute down significantly.

Near the end of junior high, I was closer to my father as I would ever be, in the sense that I was within the top percentile of an underfunded, overcrowded school of thousands. Despite my identity crises and the demolition of the towers (which served as a baptism of sorts, being the day that my time here had truly begun,) I was making strides, and almost felt good enough to indulge in that which I always knew in my heart to be my raison d’etre, the sharing of the very same organ. Of course, we would move again and my father’s pride in me would be extremely short lived as this new school, in a city of one square mile, had consistently tested high in offered a 96% university acceptance rate to its students, the majority of whom were classmates since preschool. I struggled to fit in obviously and adopted a friend to many but tribe of one kind of existence; barely keeping up with the higher standards and pace of a place in such demand that admission was limited to only those who could afford the impacted property tax rate of the miniscule municipality.

Life began to make itself known to me and my inability to get through the days with an acceptable enough fake smile and submissive attitude towards my progenitors was especially unacceptable. It wasn’t just the random undeserved beatings anymore, although I did decide I wasn’t going to be hit anymore, by my mother or my father, and started hitting back. They started drug testing me, which wounded our relationship beyond anything they’ll ever be able to realize, and they forced me on SSRI’s, another thing he regrets immensely when he’s romanticizing his life and mistakes but is quick to point out in the same breath that I am mentally ill, sick beyond redemption and a mistake to put it lightly. I remember being 14 and finally unburdening myself of the sexual trauma that occurred under his nose ten years prior, which I internalized and began to understand was the catalyst of my social anxieties and disappearing smile, but he just wrote it off and suggested I was depressed and needed medication. They wouldn’t make it official, fearing for their reputations of producing a fucked-up kid, and getting me diagnosed, instead they went to family and slipped me drugs now proven to quadruple the chances of developing Alzheimer’s under the table.

The 12-year-old child who left home to ascend over mountains of mediocrity would stand at the top of the stairs with his phone ready to call 911 as he shut the power to our home erasing all the work I was barely managing to submit to get the A’s—now B’s, that they greedily expected. Once I decided I had enough of the theft of my being, I stopped taking their poison and we had the inevitable blowout loud enough for them to give up on me, I foolishly admitted to the swine arrived to fuck up the day that I no longer wanted to live. Four times, these two traumatized survivors completely out of their depth--who never deserved to have each other let alone two kids--did the unforgivable and brought a useless property-protecting, slave-hunting band of inferiority complexes into my home to cart me off to a mental institution.

I barely survived high school, and when I did get into the two nearest UC’s aside from Cal, my first choice which I pissed away the follow up application--fresh out the hospital, my mind addled on their drug regimen--I chose the wrong one, farthest from my home and didn’t speak to my father for half the year until the day he drove down to pick me and my things up, having admitted defeat that I wasn’t cut out for it. They may blame my washing out on my newly found crutch of cannabis, which they sabotaged my experience with for years before I ever tried it, but I was completely adrift and unhealthy, falling below 150lbs for my 6ft stature, and just weeks away from full-blown auditory hallucinations.

In the many years since dropping out, I’ve made great strides to become the person I always imagined I could be. I’ve found some amazing friends, learned a lot of hard lessons, and cultivated a more balanced, well-rounded personality and demeanor. My calming energy might just be my double-Virgoan, quadruple-earth primary placements but I think it is in the innate desire to be good, to do good, ponder deeply, see clearly that my naturally healing and wondrous energy gets noticed by those few I expose myself to—but if I’m being completely honest, I could do without all the heroin addicts that flock to me, for so many reasons, which I’ll get into some other time.

Ever since I expressed the desire to cultivate my own cannabis ten years ago, I have been viewed as a junkie in my father’s eyes. Strange considering where he comes from is responsible for most of the genetics we have today, progressive as he may seem, I guess wanting to become self-sufficient and reduce the bad karma involved with scoring “drugs” off the street is where he draws the line. At least he hasn’t disowned my brother for being less than heterosexual…though I think there’s a fair amount of denial and hoping it’s just a phase involved.

In the times since our first period of silence, it has repeated half a dozen times. Since that time, I can count on my hands the phases of happiness to contrast with my perpetual low that is my normal and most those times, it was me realizing I could make a life for myself unfettered by the guilt of capitalism and all the unnatural things we do to seek some semblance of financial stability. Living with friends and trapping, selling my hard work to people looking for a little relief at universally low prices, I was providing a public service rather than emulating your favorite rapper. I remember leaving from drops with a genuine grin shared privately with the cosmos and whatever innocent bystander that happened to bear witness the live giving smile they would momentarily fall in love with skating by. Unbeknownst to them I was realizing just how similar I was to my father; being my own boss, carrying my own destiny in my hands, adding some temporary escape to people’s day from a world rife with suffering and convolution, and detachment--not unlike the serenity one feels when drinking tea in a garden he had a hand in.

I had so many plans for my path and this plant—not that I would devote my entire being to it forever like he unrealistically feared, but just a means to start the rest of my life, without the burden of funding genocide, working for the man, or filling the pockets of those undeserving of my time and energies. By doing something that incorporated all my being into a craft, to allow me to become the artist I know I am, to no longer have a “habit” that costs me hundreds of dollars a week and counting or thousands of hours of my youth I’ll never get back, serving my brethren of the plant to offset my own expenses. Suffice it so say it’s all but a pipedream now, like everything else, the window has closed, and capitalism and greed won, like they always do.

Our time together is growing short and the day we are to throw him in a ditch per his dying wish becomes more of a reality. Whether he in control of his faculties or not at that point is an ever-looming, snowballing question. I quit my dead-end service job and went back to school in earnest. When that wasn’t enough, I got a job in a laboratory, earning my first non-minimum wage rate. Once the War on Hugs broke out, I moved up here to MAGA country to steward the decades neglected land of his retirement, with his blessing to finally begin to provide for myself. I have had my hands tied behind my back at every possible juncture. I’m not sure whether it’s him teetering on the precipice of dementia or a deep-rooted shame that a plant has kept his first-born son alive better than any lies he told him. Make no mistake, without the love and acceptance this plant offered me in my darkest times, I would have taken my own life long ago. This attempt to grow a humble garden to last all year is one of the few remaining ways a father and his son could have anything to do with each other—I’m not bringing any grandchildren home anytime soon.

The man hasn’t lifted a finger, has not educated himself on any laws or scientific findings. He is obstinate in his hatred for my love of this plant. I feel as though in one of the few relationships that truly matters, no progress has been made—no more so when forced to look into the malice in his eyes on his unforgiving face, red with the frustrations of a man who will not accept what he can’t control, brandishing a log that would surely kill me if he struck my head, with a cellphone dialing 911—not one month ago. What a fucking waste. What good is sacrificing everything for one’s family, doing anything and everything under the moon to provide what you think they need if you never do a single thing they ask?

My mother and father have not spoken to each other for most of this year, and that spiteful silence was only broken when my mother started the asylum paperwork for as many of his family members that were able to escape the returning hell on earth of the Taliban. So much capacity for love this woman has within her, it is no surprise to me why I fall in love with larger-than-life women, the kind of character legends are made from. She has been my rock and my tether my whole life, and really stepped out of her comfort zone in attempts to understand and support me. It is only dreading her sorrow and the cries of my four-legged children and less so the fading flame of creating my own that I can’t begin to ideate the irrevocable. He has strung her along for years about buying a home without stairs that they with their destroyed backs, can both die in. Instead opted to buy four dumps in an unlivable area where he can generate income as a landlord so they can in his words, “provide for the family.”

What family? Ours is a farce; he has no sons, no friends, no life, and he will most likely die alone. I am not ignorant of the tremendous sacrifice, the obvious great lengths he went to provide for us, but in most ways, it was time and energy wasted. Neither my brother or I have any desire to become landlords, or owners of properties to have a faceless corporation to manage as we are both fundamentally opposed to the concept of rent. It blows my mind how much of myself I see in him, and it’s even more heartbreaking when he is so insistent on misunderstanding and dismissing two of the only three people who ever loved him. Before we took our own hiatus this year, he bore his soul to me, explaining, now that I was old enough, all the behind the scenes to his marriage and our upbringing. I have never felt so bad for a person; I could barely listen without falling to the floor wailing. In his admissions and unburdening I saw what comes hand in hand with the three men in my family’s extraordinary intelligence, and it almost seems inescapable. I do it enough in my own mind, but it was tragically disheartening to witness a man in his seventies try and retrace his steps, obviously leaving pieces of himself behind in compromise stuck in moments he was doomed to regret forever.

With all his capacity for love, not even being able to witness the slaughter of the animals he foisted under my care—it is inconceivable how cruelly he tramples upon my dreams. Every single argument I’ve ever had, I know will be revisited upon me should I ever meet my son—despite my sincere desire to stop the traumatic and karmic cycles. We’ve both said unforgivable things to each other. Devout and pious though he is, he harbors unacceptable malice towards the blood of my mother—half of me. I do not understand how a person can consider themselves godly all the while placing the sins of the father on their children. Even the Prophet (SWT) forgave the murderer of his uncle who mutilated his body. It breaks my heart that although this man set the bar so high that I can’t even glimpse it anymore, is becoming less and less a role model, a man I should aspire to emulate and surpass, and more and more an example of whom I don’t want to end up like, an example of what not to be. He gave his life for us, but lost his way in the details, and we all know who lives there.

Truth be told, I probably will relent at some point down the line, despite my adamancy that this was the last time, that there was no coming back from this, because I need his approval, and as much as I’ve wanted to be done with it, need him to be proud of me--despite our obviously 99% toxic relationship. I know it would make my mother happy, and the meetings with the other side of my family I never had a little less awkward—or introducing my wife to where I come from…but I can’t be the useless, incompetent, waste of life he makes me feel to be. I have so many mountains to climb before I can find my own soul mate--and be sure to understand, it will never be anything less than seeking out who was meant for me and not some practical weighing of options in a small diaspora—so many leaps and bounds of growth I must struggle and endure before I think to bring a life into this world to subject to all that I am, thorns and blossoms and everything else that comes with a man doing his best.

#the narrative of slouching shytooth #⚰️⚰️⚰️#oddlysweet

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Apr 3, 2025

Those tariffs are due to take effect on April 9 for 60 countries, with peak rates around 50 percent. That's in addition to a baseline 10 percent tariff that all countries will be subject to starting on April 5. But while Trump expressed intent to push back on anyone supposedly taking advantage of the US, some of the countries on the reciprocal tariffs list puzzled experts and officials, who pointed out to The Guardian that Trump was, for some reason, targeting uninhabited islands, some of them exporting nothing and populated with penguins.

Some overseas officials challenged Trump's math, such as George Plant, the administrator of Norfolk Island, who told the Guardian that "there are no known exports from Norfolk Island to the United States and no tariffs or known non-tariff trade barriers on goods coming to Norfolk Island."

Economists fear these tariffs could suddenly hit American businesses with enormous costs that could rapidly cause price hikes for consumers. Among those sounding alarms was economist James Surowiecki, who took to X (formerly Twitter) to allege where the supposedly "fake tariff rates come from."

The US Trade Representative published a breakdown of how the Trump administration arrived at its calculations, which Politico said "describes the same calculation detailed by Surowiecki." But according to Surowiecki, the president's team allegedly used "made-up numbers" that "only used the trade deficit in goods," not services, "so even though we run a trade surplus in services with the world, those exports don't count as far as Trump is concerned."

"They didn't actually calculate tariff rates + non-tariff barriers, as they say they did," Surowiecki wrote. "Instead, for every country, they just took our trade deficit with that country and divided it by the country's exports to us." Further down in the thread, he alleged that Trump's math was "dumb and deceptive."

On social media, rumors swirled that the Trump administration got these supposedly fake numbers from chatbots. On Bluesky, tech entrepreneur Amy Hoy joined others posting screenshots from ChatGPT, Gemini, Claude, and Grok, each showing that the chatbots arrived at similar calculations as the Trump administration....

Whether the Trump administration actually consulted chatbots while devising its global trade policy will likely remain a rumor. It's possible that the chatbots' training data simply aligned with the administration's approach.

#trump adminstration #tariffs #genai

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ultramaga · 7 months ago

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Chrome is mandatory with phones, so they count it as if people chose it.

I got a new phone and the first thing I did was download firefox. I don't have a problem with Brave, but that's the one I know best. Now if I access the playstore, it is demanding my biometric data - purely for my benefit, only a Nazi would argue - and you need the playstore to easily install anything. So I wouldn't be surprised if most people just use the built in browser. Most people access the internet through their phone with desktop as a distant second. I remember when Microsoft was claiming that they had the best browser because most people had it - by default - it was actually quite difficult to remove it from the system. "

The DOJ’s antitrust action could force Google to divest Chrome, aiming to curb its dominance in search and advertising, potentially reshaping the tech industry. Chrome plays a critical role in Google’s ecosystem by collecting user data that powers search algorithms, ad targeting, and AI projects like Gemini." Chrome is spyware. Everything that data harvests is helping the criminals target old ladies for scams and outright theft. These people really need to be reined in, because the selling off of personal data is ruining the world. I hate to think what it's going to be like in the near future where we have ais monitoring everyone's voices, and it will be trivial for a criminal to accumulate enough data to fake your identity and rob you of everything you own.

Of course, it might work the other way, up until the people in power encrypt voice to stop it.

youtube

It would be very interesting to listen in on WEF communications, even if it mostly consists of hissing and the screams of dying rats.

In fact I never knew Firefox was a "niche" browser nowadays. When I started using it, it was used by about 20% of the internet, it was up to 30 something percent at one point. I have no idea why everybody started using Chrome and I don't care but I never switched at any point, why would I? it has a little fox.

#Youtube

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theo reyes

AGE: 27 DATE OF BIRTH: june 5, gemini PLACE OF BIRTH: mercer hollow GENDER: cis man OCCUPATION: vet tech RELATION TO HOPE: boyfriend PERSONALITY: prone to chasing passions, quick, often says much without saying anything. prioritizes self, shifts blame

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the reyes family is old money, lines of doctors, lawyers, and business owners with close ties to the mercer family. they're stern people with strict rules. theo is perfectly happy to put on the face and play along for about two hours then he gets bored and wants to go somewhere else, do his own thing, follow flights of fancy and not be bored.

rather than going to school for a higher degree, he did a bachelor in vet tech because he wanted to 'hang out with cool dogs'. he wanted to go out with his friends and be the center of attention and hit on girls and never text them back because they probably only really liked him for his face and the money anyway, they didn't actually know him. he wanted to be young and dumb and fun.

hope was supposed to be different. she was going to be a doctor. he was going to tie the reyes family to the mercers and create an old money political and business alliance through marriage while securing himself a position as a house husband. he just had this problem where he liked hope, but he didn't love her.

his father has already texted him that this is the perfect opportunity to clean up his reputation, apply to medical school, say hope inspired him. as though hope wasn't bitching about class all the time. sure he was prone to big dramatic outbursts, but he never got violent. he has no idea why the cops would insist that. a few bad soccer games in high school hardly count, that's different. he's a good guy. really.

wanted connections

the other woman - theo was not being faithful to hope when she died, and he cannot let that get out now. cops always look at the unfaithful boyfriend, but that doesn't mean he can cut off cold turkey. (1/1) (MAYA CAMPBELL-LEE) the best bro - theo can keep a secret, except from his best friend. including just what happened with hope. (0/1) the new flirtation - theo can't let it be known he was cheating on hope... but now that she's gone, it's not like he's expected to be a celibate grieving widow. (1/1) (MAEVE WALSH) the suspect - theo can't just say it wasn't him, the next question is always: then who was it? and this is an easy name or a convincing one. (0/2) the one who suspects - theo wasn't quiet in his fight with hope at the party, someone must think he did it, and it might be worth getting close to him to find out. (1/1) (TOPHER SILVERMAN) the childhood friend - theo used to be a shy kid in school, afraid to be seen, now he's dating the hottest girl in town, who is a corpse now, and in the public eye confidently, can they still be friends? (1/2) (NAX BISHOP) the sibling - WANTED CONNECTION (1/1) (PALOMA REYES)

#mhintro #about ;; theo #;; about

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ask-mysterious-muses · 3 years ago

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Worldbuilding oc questions for Aevery?

Full name: Aevery Lumin

Nicknames: Aev, Little Dove (Karen), Clover (Marianette)

Gender/Pronouns: Boy. He/him but he's gotten used to everyone using they/them

Orientation: Friend (Ace)

Age/birthday: 10, bday is May 22

Zodiac: Gemini

Major good traits: A strong trainer, can sorta understand his Pokémon through body language (or telepathy in the case of Chandelure and Banette), great at making friends

Major Flaws: doesn't really talk much unless he's emotional or excited, will run head first into danger whether he's scared or not, can be too trusting (ex: Karen), frequent nightmares but he hides the fact that he has them (downside is the emotional drain causes him to oversleep very often)

Goals: to stop Team Xen and the destruction of the world without anyone else dying.

Fears: being forgotten or hated. Also trucks (sorry truck guy, you're very nice but truck is scary to isekai victims even if they cant remember why)

Optimistic or pessimistic: very optimistic if only to keep himself from losing hope. Everything has to get better right? So he'll make sure it gets better

Introvert, extrovert, or ambivert: a huge extrovert

Empathetic or not: Considering how much he can bond with pokemon and understand them, and how much he loves helping others, very empathetic

Do they wait and plan or Dive right in: if someone else has a plan he'll follow it, otherwise he'll act before any irrational (or rational) fear can stop him

Go with the flow or forge their own path: a mix of both. When the only way is forward he'll follow the path, but when there's an opening to make a better choice he'll take it

Other defining traits: is actually scared like 45% of the time during major story events but keeps up a brave face so no one gets worried.

Who's their family: Tesla and Amber have unofficially adopted him (a huge part of me hopes that thing Amber's been trying to give us is adoption papers lol), he also pretty much looks up to everyone else as family too

Where are they from: A loud, cold city in our world. Had no home or family so always had to fend for himself.

Where do they live now: Tesla offered him a room of his own so he'd like to think he has a home with her and Amber if he's really allowed to stay

Job: Ace Commissioner for the Aevium Help Center (not an official job but he's kinda the only one taking up the requests so he'll rock the title)

How are they with tech: he's ok enough with tech. If it has an interface with clear files, commands, etc he can figure it out. If it's something like hacking or figuring out a program he is mostly clueless

Connections with religion or spirituality: He apparently has a fragment of Arceus attached to his soul does that count? Also is pretty close with ghost types

Powers or magic: The power to change fate from being an Interceptor, and conditional immortality from the Black Box (just don't get killed)

Connections to lore: in Canon lore he's the Interceptor, one who lives outside fate and can change it

Favorite season/weather: Loves Spring and sunny weather. Warm but not too hot

Favorite places: He loves Sheridan Village for how peaceful it is, and Teila Resort actually feels like it could be a real home despite it being more of a vacation spot

Favorite food: Berries. Especially Pecha

Favorite clothes/accessories: His Eevee hairpin that he bought the first trip to the past (new outfit change). If he's feeling especially stressed or nervous but can't get away someplace quiet and alone he'll take it out of his hair and just rub his thumb over the back to calm himself down

Favorite animal (pokemon): Definitely Eevee. Especially after learning everything about him being a Soul Hotel, the Interceptor, and host to Adrest he feels like he can relate to the evolution mon

Favorite mode of transport: He loves riding around on Chandelure, but the trains are also real fun to ride

Favorite holiday: he hasn't ever had a chance to enjoy any holidays, even from when he can't remember, but he's heard good things about Christmas. Getting gifts for everyone sounds fun

Hobbies: Reading. He wishes he'd had the time to really read in the Hidden Library without having to fear Karen or worry about Team Xen

Favorite thing about self: if he had to give an honest answer? The fact that he can't get hungry anymore after he learns about the black box stuff. He hates every other non human aspect of it, but that one he likes

Best friends: literally everyone. You even think about being his friend? You're besties now.

Closest family member: even if she's not his real mother, Nancy will always be his Mom

Partner (in crime): Aelita. They'd gone through a lot together so she's his bestest friend

What organizations are they in: Technically he passed the Pokémon Ranger exam for the gym puzzle

Who are their antagonists: Pretty much Team Xen and Team Anti Assist, tho the Xen list might hopefully get shorter? (Zetta is stuck as a Solosis with Crescent but with how his Nighnare Realm self was he doesnt seem like an enemy anymore. Nastasia helped them out a lot with the Pyramid but she also had her own reasons so unsure there. And Geara doesn't hate him anymore so maaaaybe friendship?)

What are they like with their best friends: when it's just him and his friends and no worries, Aevery is able to just act like himself. That one scene in the penthouse when he jumps over the back of the couch immediately after Melia yells at Venam for doing just that? That's Aevery

#((ask about oc #((ask about aevery #((this was fun #((aevery lumin #((character ref

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ofgentleresolve-a · 4 years ago

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MUNDAY DASH GAME?

——— BASICS! ♡

NAME! ♡ - ferre ( i found out that the pronounciation is actually ‘fair-ray’ sjdkflsdj but you can pronounce it as ‘fair’ too )

PRONOUNS! ♡ - they/them.

ZODIAC SIGN! ♡ - leo sun, gemini moon, and pisces rising ( tell me ur astrology stuff- i love learning that kind of stuff about people!! ).

TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡ - single and very content.

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

1! ♡ - i did theatre tech for five years- i worked on sound and set. the amount of bullshitting and learning on the fly i had to do in that time was unreal.

2! ♡ - i’m buddhist and my family practices very loosely! my grandma was a buddhist monk also, so once i get a job, i think that’d be something i’d like to explore.

3! ♡ - i wrote a 267 page novel for my thesis that focuses on mana’s friendship with daniel and the aftermath of his death so if it seems like she has more development than anyone else, that’s probably the reason why.

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡ - tumblr, discord ( mutuals feel free to ask for it!! ), and insta, but no one’s getting that third one, i need some separation between my online and rl life pls.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

FEMALE, MALE OR NONBINARY! ♡ - male/nonbinary, it seems but when i do make a female muse that clicks, i give her even more development than most of my male muses.

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡ - both for blogs, there are perks to having both. technically i’m multiship for shipping, but these days i’m leaning more towards single bc some of my muses have gotten so developed that if i want to ship with someone, it has to be with a certain kind of person. otherwise the chemistry just isn’t there.

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡ - uhhhh does everyday slice of life count? like weird conversations and instances or is that just fluff then? angst works only if there’s a reason behind it and i refuse to go back to my smut days unless there’s a good reason sjdkflsjdl

PLOT / MEMES! ♡ - both! although i do like to have a general idea of what the dynamic is going to be via plotting before we wing the life out of it. either that or i make really dumb ic comment and let the chaos take over.

TAGGED BY! ♡ - @gwyynbleidd ( thank youuuu alex!!!! :D )

TAGGING! ♡ - @bloodxhound @solarguided @astralglam @manticxre @shamsgoddess @svmmercmance @thereckoniing @dxspereaux @jeoseungsaja @lostsovl @interxstitial @prettiestmoon and yoU!!

#cull the shame ( aka ferre talks. )#jdslfjd whelp here's me

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cardest · 4 years ago

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New Orleans playlist

Hungry for some po boys? Feeling the Mardi Gras vibes for this weekend? This is the ultimate NOLA playlist, right here. Play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC182dTlE-Gii6ZOO5ZrN1Z1T

Louisiana and New Orleans, all in the one awesome playlist. If there are songs I left out, let me know and I can add those. Or come meet me at Le Bon Temps Roulé and we’ll listen to this NOLA playlist together with drinks.

LOUISIANA & NEW ORLEANS

001 Bob James - Take Me To The Mardi Gras 002 Earl King - Ain’t no city like New Orleans 003 John Lee Hooker - goin’ to Louisiana 004 Crowbar - Wrath Of Time By Judgment 005 True Detective - Theme (The Handsome Family - Far From Any Road) 006 EyeHateGod - New Orleans Is The New Vietnam 007 The The Meters - Chicken Strut 008 Paul McCartney - Live And Let Die (from Live And Let Die) 009 The Rolling Stones - Brown Sugar 010 Lucinda Williams - Crescent City 011 King Hobo - New Or-Sa-Leans 012 Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting 013 Down - Underneath Everything 014 True Blood Theme Song (Jace Everett - Bad Things) 015 Corrosion of Conformity - Broken Man 016 The New Orleans Jazz Vipers - I Hope Your Comin' Back To New Orleans 017 Willy DeVille - Jump City 018 Left Side - Gold In New Orleans 017 Necrophagia - Reborn through Black Mass 018 Johnny Horton - The Battle Of New Orleans 019 Dr John - Litanie des Saints 020 Foo Fighters - In the Clear 021 Redbone - The Witch Queen Of New Orleans 022 Jucifer - Lautrichienne 023 Danzig - It's a long way back from hell 024 Harry Connick, Jr. - Oh, My Nola 025 The Gaturs - Gator Bait 026 Jon Bon Jovi - Queen Of New Orleans 027 Cyril Neville - Gossip 028 Carlos Santana - Black Magic Woman 029 Gentleman June Gardner - It's Gonna Rain 030 Eddy G. Giles - Soul Feeling (Part 1) 031 Tool - Swamp Song 032 Beasts of Bourbon - Psycho 033 Seratones - Gotta Get To Know Ya 034 Chuck Berry - You Never Can Tell 035 Grateful Dead - Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodleoo 036 Pale Misery - Hope is a Mistake 037 Exhorder - Homicide 038 King James & the Special Men - Special Man Boogie 039 Chuck Carbo - Can I Be Your Squeeze 040 Amebix - Axeman 041 Tomahawk - Captain Midnight 042 Waylon Jennings - Jambalaya 043 Heavy Lids - Deviate 044 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Apache Rose Peacock 045 Necrophagia - Rue Morgue Disciple 046 Johnny Cash - Big River 047 Albert King - Laundromat Blues 048 Meklit Feat Preservation Hall Horns - You Are My Luck 049 Le Winston Band - En haut de la montagne 050 Dr. john - I Thought I Heard New Orleans Say 051 Down - New Orleans is a dying whore 052 Samhain - To Walk The Night 053 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River 054 Southern Culture on the Skids - Voodoo Cadillac 055 Bonnie, Sheila - You Keep Me Hanging On 056 Warren Lee - Funky Bell 057 Elf - Annie New Orleans 058 Cannonball Adderley - New Orleans Strut 059 Doug Kershaw - Louisiana Man - New Orleans Version 060 Willy deVille - Voodoo Charm 061 The Animals - The House of the Rising Sun 062 Porgy Jones - The Dapp 063 Lost Bayou Ramblers - Sabine Turnaround 064 IDRIS MUHAMMAD - New Orleans 065 John Lee Hooker - Boogie Chillen No. 2 066 Hank 3 - Hillbilly Joker 067 Nine Inch Nails - Heresy 068 Talking Heads - Swamp 069 Irma Thomas - I'd Rather Go Blind 070 Mississippi Fred McDowell - I'm Going Down the River 071 Dee Dee Bridgewater - Big Chief 072 Dr. John - Creole Moon 073 Agents of Oblivion - Slave Riot 074 Steve Vai - Voodoo Acid 075 Saviours - Slave To The Hex 076 Kris Kristofferson - Casey's Last Ride 077 JJ Cale - Louisiana Women 078 Cher - Dark Lady of New Orleans 079 LE ROUX - Take A Ride On A Riverboat 080 The Melvins - A History Of Bad Men 081 Floodgate - Through My Days Into My Nights 082 Opprobium - voices from the grave 083 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Swamp Buggy Badass 084 Child Bite - ancestral ooze 085 Sammi Smith - The City Of New Orleans 086 The Explosions - Garden Of Four Trees 087 Bobby Boyd - straight ahead 088 Bobby Charles - Street People 089 Wall of Voodoo - Far Side of Crazy 090 Rhiannon Giddens - Freedom Highway (feat. Bhi Bhiman) 091 Elton John - Honky Cat 092 Serge Gainsbourg - Bonnie and Clyde 093 Fats Domino - I'm Walking To New Orleans 094 Cruel Sea - Orleans Stomp 095 Down - On March The Saints 096 Danzig - Ju Ju Bone 097 The Neville Brothers ~ Voodoo 098 Megadeth - The Conjuring 099 Miles Davis - Miles runs the voodoo down 100 Elvis Presley - King Creole 101 Led Zeppelin - Royal Orleans 102 The Lime Spiders - Slave Girl 103 BIG BILL BROONZY -'Mississippi River Blues' 104 Kreeps - Bad Voodoo 105 Dirty Dozen Brass Band - Caravan 106 Kirk Windstein - Dream In Motion 107 Eletric Prunes - Kyrie Eleison - Mardi Gras 108 Merle Haggard - The Legend Of Bonnie And Clyde 109 Corrosion of Conformity - River of Stone 110 THE ADVENTURES OF HUCK FINN (MAIN TITLE) 111 Zigaboo Modeliste - Guns 112 ReBirth Brass Band - Let's Go Get 'Em 113 Inell Young - What Do You See In Her? 114 Jimi Hendrix - If 6 as 9 (Studio Version) Easy Rider Soundtrack 115 Deep Purple - Speed King 116 Exhorder - The Law 117 Crowbar - The Cemetery Angels 118 A Streetcar Named Desire OST - Main Title 119 WOORMS - Take His Fucking Leg 120 steely dan - pearl of the quarter 121 Tabby Thomas - Hoodoo Party 122 Black Label Society - Parade of the Dead 123 Dwight James & The Royals - Need Your Loving 124 Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter (2012) The Rampant Hunter (Soundtrack OST) 125 PanterA - The Great Southern Trendkill 126 Ween - WHO DAT? 127 Earl King - Street Parade 128 Ernie K-Doe - Here Come The Girls 129 Dejan's Olympia Brass Band ~ Mardi Gras In New Orleans 130 Body Count - KKK Bitch 131 Goatwhore - Apocalyptic Havoc 132 C.C. Adcock - Y'all d Think She Be Good To Me (from True Blood S01E01) 133 The Meters - Fire On The Bayou 134 Dr. John - I Walk On Guilded Splinters 135 Balfa Brothers - J'ai Passe Devant ta Porte 136 Ween - Voodoo Lady 137 King Diamond - 'LOA' House 138 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Born On The Bayou 139 Dax Riggs - See You All In Hell Or New Orleans 140 Professor Longhair - Go to the Mardi Gras 141 Dixie Witch - Shoot The Moon 142 Ramones - The KKK Took My Baby Away 143 Fats Waller - There's Going To Be The Devil To Pay 144 Mississippi Fred McDowell - When the Train Comes Along with Sidney Carter & Rose Hemphill 145 Treme Song (Main Title Version) 146 Tony Joe White - Even Trolls Love Rock and Roll 147 Nine Inch Nails - Sin 148 Exodus - Cajun Hell 149 NEIL DIAMOND - New Orleans 150 James Brown - Call Me Super Bad 151 Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Child ( Slight Return ) 152 Allen Toussaint - Chokin Kind 153 Dash Rip Rock - Meet Me at the River 154 Hawg Jaw- 4 Lo 155 Hot 8 Brass Band - Keepin It Funky 156 Hank Williams III - Rebel Within 157 Dejan's Original Olympia Brass Band - Shake It And Break It 158 Jelly Roll Morton - Finger Buster 159 The Royal Pendletons - (Im a) Sore Loser 160 Little Bob & The Lollipops - Nobody But You 161 Gregg Allman - Floating Bridge (True Detective Soundtrack) 162 Michael Doucel with Beausoleil - Valse de Grand Meche 163 Dolly Parton - My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy 164 Othar Turner & the Afrossippi Allstars – Shimmy She Wobble 165 Jucifer - Fleur De Lis 166 Soilent Green - Leaves Of Three 167 Ides Of Gemini - Queen of New Orleans 168 Betty Harris - Trouble with My Lover 169 Lead Belly - Pick A Bale Of Cotton 170 Candyman Opening Theme 171 Goatwhore - When Steel and Bone Meet 172 Acid Bath - Bleed Me An Ocean 173 Pere Ubu - Louisiana Train Wreck 174 Walter -Wolfman- Washington - You Can Stay But the Noise Must Go 175 Alice in Chains - Hate To Feel 176 Body Count - Voodoo 177 Live and Let Die - Jazz Funeral 178 Smoky Babe - Cotton Field Blues 179 Professor Longhair - Big Chief Part 2 180 Lewis Boogie - Walk the Line 181 James Black - Theres a Storm in the Gulf 182 The Balfa Brothers - Parlez Nous A Boire 183 The Jambalaya Cajun Band - Bayou Teche Two Step 184 The Deacons - Fagged Out 185 Thou - The Changeling Prince 186 Black Sabbath - Voodoo 187 King Diamond - Louisiana Darkness 188 Doyle - Cemeterysexxx 189 KINGDOM OF SORROW - Grieve a Lifetime 190 Hank Williams III - Louisiana Stripes 191 FORMING THE VOID - On We Sail 192 BUCK BILOXI AND THE FUCKS - fuck you 193 Down in New Orleans - The Princess and the Frog Soundtrack 194 Trombone Shorty & James Andrews - oh Poo Pah Doo 195 Whitesnake - Ain't No Love In The Heart Of The City 196 The Dirty Dozen Brass band - Voodoo 197 Joe Simon - The Chokin' Kind 198 Down - Ghosts along the Mississippi 199 AEROSMITH - Voodoo Medicine Man 200 Nine Inch Nails - The Perfect Drug 201 The Byrds - [Sanctuary III] Ballad Of Easy Rider 202 The Iguauas - Boom Boom Boom 203 PJ Harvey - Down By The Water 204 Louis Armstrong - Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans 205 Dr John - Right Place Wrong Time 206 ESTHER ROSE - handyman 207 Lightnin Slim - It's Mighty Crazy 208 Slim Harpo - Blues Hangover 209 Irma Thomas - Ruler Of My Heart 210 WEATHER WARLOCK - Fukk the Plan-0 211 Superjoint Ritual - The Alcoholik (Use Once And Destroy) 212 Stressball - dust 213 Trampoline Team - Kill You On The Streetcar 214 Xander Harris - Where’s your Villain? 215 Dukes of Dixieland - When The Saints Go Marching In 216 Kid Congo & The Pink Monkey Birds - Su Su 217 Danzig - I'm the one 218 EyeHatteGod - Pigs 219 Hank Williams Jr - Amos Moses 220 The Cramps - Alligator Stomp 221 Crowbar - The Serpent Only Lies 222 Shrüm - drip 223 Thou - The Only Law 224 DR. JOHN - Babylon 225 Garth Brooks - Callin' Baton Rouge 226 Wild Magnolias - All On A Mardi Gras Day 227 NCIS New Orleans TV Show theme 228 Skull Duggery - Big Easy 229 Harry Connick Jr. - City beaneath the sea 230 Elvis Presley - Dixieland Rock 231 Tom Waits - I Wish I Was In New Orleans (In The Ninth Ward) 232 Neil Young - Everybody's Rockin 233 Philip H. Anselmo & The Illegals - Delinquent 234 CORROSION OF CONFORMITY - Wolf Named Crow 235 Widespread Panic - Fishwater 236 Lillian Boutté - Why Don't You Go Down to New Orleans 237 Bryan Ferry - Limbo 238 Scream - Mardi Gras 239 EyeHateGod - Shoplift 240 Better Than Ezra - good 241 Duke Ellington - Perdido (1960 Version) 242 Bob Dylan - Rambling, Gambling Willie 243 Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - sAve my soul 244 Le Roux - So Fired Up 245 Concrete Blonde - The Vampire song 246 Boozoo Chavis - Zydeco Mardi Gras 247 Idris Muhammad - Piece of mind 248 Les Hooper - Back in Blue Orleans 249 Doug Kershaw - Cajun stripper 250 DOWN - Witchtripper 251 Soilent Green - So hatred 252 Professional Longhair - Big chief 253 Willie Nelson - City Of New Orleans 254 Tom Waits - Whistlin' Past The Graveyard 255 Brian Fallon - sleepwalkers 256 Patsy - Count It On Down 257 Into the Moat - The Siege Of Orleans 258 Bruce Cockburn - Down To The Delta 259 Jello Biafra · the Raunch and Soul All-Stars - Fannie Mae 260 Exhorder - Asunder 261 Cane Hill - Too Far Gone 262 The Slackers - peculiar 263 Crowbar - A Breed Apart 264 COC - Wiseblood 265 Necrophagia - Embalmed Yet I Breathe 266 EYEHATEGOD - Fake What's Yours 333 Alan Vega - Bye Bye Bayou 666 DOWN - Stone the crow

I don’t beads by the way! Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC182dTlE-Gii6ZOO5ZrN1Z1T

#new orleans #New Orleans playlist #NOLA #NOLA playlist #Louisiana #corrosion of conformity #Alan Vega #necrophagia #New Orleans songs #mardi gras #Mardi Gras songs #crowbar #eyehategod

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hisunshiine · 5 years ago

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primal |kth|

♡ 𝘵𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 ♡ 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳!𝘵𝘢𝘦 𝘹 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺!𝘰𝘤 ♡ 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 ♡ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @shades_of_blue

—

“I saw you and him! You let him feed you.. Let him touch you..” His eyes, typically your favorite shade of deep mahogany were now black.

“Tae, I swear, it was innocent. If I had refused, they would have known.. I think they suspect so—”

Tae’s large hand tightened on your throat slightly, and you gasped, arching slightly.

“Kneel.”

-6 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰-

You had just gotten hired by KimHit Entertainment, an up and coming company that had great talent of all kinds signed to them. They worked with multiple artists, rappers like RM and Agust D, singing dance duo J-Hope and Jimin (J2J), had content creators/artists like JayKay and Vante, and they were all managed by Kim Seokjin, one of the most famous vocalists in the world. He had decided to create a company to help others flourish once he felt like he had met all of his own goals.

While he still made music, he wanted to make sure to solidify himself as a top tier business man as well, like his father before him. He took over his dad’s small company and created a chaebol with his ability to spot talent and help it bloom. His brother had recently run the food services department for KimHit, but he had recently gotten married, so he was unable to do the tours for the next 2 quarters.

You had gone to culinary school with Seokjin’s older brother, which was how you found out about the company, and applied. Despite your love for music, your job however, had nothing to do with being “Talent”, unless you counted what you did in the kitchen.

“Carla, holy fuck, this is delicious!” Nayeon had just licked her finger clean from where she had dipped it into your batter for the dessert for the Talent. She went to double dip, and you swatted her hand away with the oven mitt you were holding.

“Yes, that’s why I was hired. But Gemini is coming down soon to eat, and they need to be fed before their performance tonight. A 2 hour set is no joke.” Nayeon nodded and backed away, hands up.

“Fine, fine.. I’m headed back to my station, but save me some please!” She smiled as she turned and headed to the door, her slim hips swaying as she disappeared through the swinging doors of the kitchen.

You finished plating the main dishes and began trekking them through the same swinging doors to set up for the meal. Each venue had a different style, but with tours, within the country, it was easier on you to maintain a routine. Traveling across the globe with bigger artists meant you had to go with them to each stadium or arena and cook with the kitchen they provided. Here in your home country, you could easily travel from home to work each day, prepare the meals, set up the spread, and relax. Others were hired to handle the clean up. You hustled back and forth, carrying out the now heavy metal serving dishes before the cast and crew arrived for their pre-show meal.

Panting slightly, you shook your head. How you were not losing weight at a faster rate was beyond you, but you liked that you maintained your curves despite the bustle of this job. Cooking protein rich and healthy fat filled foods helped you keep your more curvy figure. You were happy with your natural assets; you’d never had a problem filling out your outfits in all the right places, and direct or indirect compliments on your figure from the opposite sex had become the norm for you.

You watched the managers slowly file in, followed by the lighting crew, music techs, videographers and more, getting their food before running off to carry out various pre-show set up. They thanked you, happy with the upgraded meals they received ever since KimHit hired you.

“Hi.”

You jumped, not expecting the baritone voice to sound. Turning, you clutch your now racing heart as you take in a remarkable face—jawline that could slice the cake you had been placing, cheekbones that had to have been sculpted by Michaelangelo himself, and a toffee colored gaze that heated you to your core.

“You scared me!” you squeaked out, unable to maintain eye contact with him.

“Sorry,” his voice—as familiar as it was smooth—continued, “I just wanted to say that this smells… delicious.”

You shivered, sure that he was talking about more than the food. That he could smell the arousal mixed with fear as his predatory gaze continued to drink you in, tracing each curve slowly as if he could imagine what you would feel like if he stared long enough. Hard enough.

You attempted to breath slowly, knowing that predators enjoy the toying, and will chase when their prey panics and runs. You naturally responded to his movements, extending the chase when you whirled around and went back to what you were doing. You heard him take a sharp inhale, and inwardly smiled.

5, 4, 3, 2…

“Thanks,” you replied, barely giving him a glance as you straightened back up and made to walk past him. Pausing, you place your hand on his shoulder almost in a motherly way, though the way your voice had taken on a sultry tone suggested you were anything but.

“Let me know if there’s anything else you want to eat.”

As you walked into the kitchen, you heard him let out a low chuckle, and felt excitement bubble within you.

Kim Taehung, or Vante, was the famous photographer that KimHit managed, and would be helping out with catching still photo content for various artist’s within the company. Part of Seokjin’s philosophy was to have his talent work with each other, to build camaraderie across the different mediums as well as maintain wealth within the company.

It was well known within the entertainment world that Taehyung had an… eccentric taste. Once you started working at KimHit, you found out that it was not just within his art. He had been spotted by other coworkers frequenting Primal—a sex club for the elite to delve into their deepest desires. You and Nayeon had bonded over your love for Vante and his art, and she had shared this information.

Another stylist had gone with him once, and shared quite eagerly with Nayeon and the other stylists that he was definitely a dominating type, that he enjoyed the pursuit of his partner, and was essentially, a predator.

You had done exactly the thing to drive him to begin the chase. You responded to him in a way that caught his attention, and then tried to quell your prey driven response and assert yourself as unaffected. If there was one thing that was going to make him pursue it was the dismissive way you treated his compliment paired with a very forward statement. He wanted to know more about you, wanted to push your limits, to conquer you.

Taehyung began his pursuit not long after that first encounter and you played along, as he aggressively flirted, took you out on dates, and then, like a chess match, called his checkmate. And you were his Queen.

The only problem was that you were under contract with KimHit to not become romantically involved with any of the Talent. Tae knew this, and was careful with his behaviors in public. He maintained his stoic disposition when in company of others, but once the cafe area was empty, he was dragging you away before you could lock up. Tae was all over you, mouth ravishing your body as his hands took possession of your body, laying claim to every curve, tracing the swell of your breasts, the roundness of your ass, squeezing your thighs tightly as he buried his cock deep within your walls.

-Earlier that day-

Gemini, the girl group who had been on tour previously was finished with their schedule, and you would be staying on for the next round of artists. This consisted of the prominent male artists, J2J opening for RM and Agust D, who had recently dropped a joint album. These sets of performances were different from your previous tour in that they would be holding performances at the same arena for the span of a month, allowing fans all over the country to have time to come see them before the month was up.

There was just one catch to the good news of being able to work for a month without traveling. Taehyung would be leaving for a month to work on his own art, paired with JayKay who would be the videographer for his project. Neither of you were happy about being separated, especially since he was friends with all of the men you would be cooking for, who knew nothing about the two of you dating.

He would never tell you that that was his reason, he had never said anything about his friends talking about you when they saw you in the KimHit office cafe working, when there were no Gemini schedules at the venues in town. Or, how they lusted over your body, your lovely features, your soft and gentle manner, over everything that was his . Every predator’s biggest fear is losing their territory.

It wasn’t that Tae didn’t have faith in you, it was that he understood how other predators were. You belonged to him in a different way now, he had already conquered you in a prey-like aspect. You were almost akin to pups, cubs, or other vulnerable babies of mammal species. You were his. Call you territory, call you a kitten or cub, you belonged to him. And anyone sniffing around what was his... well it didn’t sit well with him.

The night before he left, he marked you, trailing merlot colored bruises down your neck, across your collarbone, accompanying bite marks to your chest, scarlet handprints staining your skin on your backside, small fingerprint sized marks showing his lasting grip to your hips and thighs, if only he could be sure that he had left lasting marks to your heart.

He was in love with you, which scared him. He feared you leaving him while he was gone more than anything else. More than you not loving him back. He could deal with you not loving him as long as you didn’t leave .

While you slept in his arms that last night, after that particularly rigorous session, he held you, whispering his love into your hair in the dead of the night, silent prayers that you would still be his when he returned.

—

Taehyung enjoyed his time traveling around France for the month. With Jungkook as his companion and you being on the other end of the many FaceTime calls, it wasn’t so hard for Taehyung to get through the month. He felt his insecurities subside a little more when he called you and you answered. He knew that you weren’t in danger of leaving him.

You on the other hand struggled with his absence. Your body craved his touch, and you spent evenings touching yourself in hopes that it would feel like him, but it never did. The new talent you were working with didn’t make it any easier for you while missing Taehyung.

J-Hope, half of the dancing duo J2J,spent almost the entire month flirting with you, relentlessly. He was handsome, tall, lithe; his body, moved in ways you’d never seen before until he took the stage. You loved Taehyung and had no intentions of cheating on him. However, you missed the up close and personal attention you’d become so accustomed to with Taehyung, and you enjoyed the attention from J-Hope—or Hobi, the name he asked you to call him.

He shamelessly flirted with you nonstop, to the point that you were fairly certain Tae would be highly upset if he were to witness it. But it appeared harmless to you since your heart and body were already taken by Taehyung, even if no one else knew it.

—

“Hey,” Hobi approached you while you were finishing up for the day, catching you right before you disappeared behind the swinging metal kitchen doors. “I had a question for you.”

“Sure, what’s up?” your hands were positioned on your hips as you turned, and you didn’t miss the way his gaze took its time traveling up before settling on your own.

“I wanted to have a small party tonight, to celebrate the end of the performances. I’ll text you the address, I would love for you to come.”

“Oh, I’ll have to see...” you replied, knowing that Taehyung and JayKay would be arriving back to town that evening.

“Please, Carla, I hope you can make it.” Hobi stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “At the very least, can I pay you to make a cake for the celebration tonight?”

You found yourself nodding to that. That way you could still do something nice for a friend without upsetting Tae by spending his first night back home out with his friends and not with him.

“Of course, Hobi. Just text me the address. I’ll make you your favorite… my signature Devil’s Food Cake with Cream Cheese icing and strawberries.”

“You’re an actual angel, babe.” Hobi smiled his heart shaped smile, but the glint in his eye was as devilish as the cake you planned to make. “I can’t wait. The party is black and red attire… but please, come in all white.”

—

Texting Tae, you mentioned that you would be a little late to his place due to a last minute catering stop. You had started doing small catering services since you wouldn’t be traveling out of town this month, so it wasn’t unusual for you to tell Tae that you needed an hour or two in order to fulfill orders for your customers.

Before leaving for the party, you double checked the white body con dress you had put on. It had a heart shaped neckline with baby doll straps, and you had tied your hair into a chignon, slicked back to show off your decolletage. A simple necklace with a small camera charm hung from the chain rested almost into your cleavage, the tiny diamond in the lens catching the light from the bulb in the hallway.

Liking the reflection you saw, you carted off your finished cake to your SUV and made your way to the location on your map.

Turning onto a main road, you had thought that the party Hobi was hosting was at his own place, but as you pulled into a parking lot you couldn’t help but notice the bright red sign. Primal . The very club that allowed people to explore their sexual desires on the second floor while the dance floor allowed people to party on the first. You had always wanted to come here after you found out about Taehyung coming here, but as the top floor was invite only…

Once you had started dating Tae in secret, you had forgotten about this place, not needing to seek out a place to explore your fantasies when they happened in his bedroom now. Unloading the SUV, you carried the boxed cake towards the entrance, where the bouncer at the front signalled for you to enter.

“Hoseok said to be on the lookout for the angel in white with a cake.”

You laughed to yourself, warmth crossed your cheeks at the description.

“Just head to the desk, tell them you’re headed to room 7, the password for your party is ‘hope in hell’.”

Following the instructions he gave you, the attendant at the desk led you to the door of room 7, which was tucked in the back corner of the second floor. She opened the door, which allowed you to walk into the room, lit with red lights. Music was playing throughout the speakers on the walls, and you heard the chatter of the party goers as you ascended into the depths of Primal.

“Carla!” Hobi’s voice called over the hum of the party and you turned to take in his outfit, all black to match his hair. He waved you in his direction, and upon reaching him, you handed the box off and he placed the cake on the table beside him.

“Wow, this looks amazing!” he said as he unboxed it, eyes turning back to you as he licked his lips. “Purely… delectable.”

You couldn’t help the way your body reacted. Taking in how you responded to his words, he smirked as he watched you look away. Looking around the room now, you were able to take in the scene. You truly were the only person that was in white. You could see people gyrating on each other, talking closely in small groups, drinking their fair share of alcohol, and disappearing into other rooms with each other, carnal looks in their eyes. Hobi grabbed a strawberry and held it to your mouth. You opened when it touched your bottom lip, but he teased you, trailing it along your full bottom lip before pushing it slowly into your mouth. You bite, taking in the sweetness of the fruit.

Setting down the tuft of green left over, he grabbed a napkin, clearing his fingers of the red residue before grabbing another strawberry, which he handed to you.

“Feed me.”

Unable to say no to his demand, you oblige. You had drawn an audience since you walked through the door; heated gazes on you, watching your every move, you couldn’t have said no to the host, and he knew it. Holding the strawberry up to him, his lips wrapped delicately around the plump fruit, teeth seamlessly slicing through it as some of the red liquid dripped down his chin. Your gaze follows the trail of it and you bite your lip.

“Thank you again, angel.” Hobi pulls your glance back to his eyes, stepping closer towards you for a hug.

“Thank you for inviting me Hobi, I can’t stay long, but I appreciate it.”

As he gathers you into a hug, you feel his hands drift down along your curves, hands holding your ass in a way that prevented you from moving away from him. His length, hard, pressed between your thighs and you felt his lips ghost over your neck.

“Do you have enough time for me to show you a good time?” he asked, and as much as you would have said yes if you were single, you had Taehyung possibly already waiting for you at your place.

“Sorry, I can’t tonight.” You pout, trying your best to be vague. No one knew about you and Tae, and you had to keep it that way.

“Not tonight? So when can I get you all alone?” This time, his teeth nipped at your skin, and you involuntarily shivered in his arms, moving closer into his grip.

“Um..” you tried hard to formulate words, his dominating persona calling to the submissive in you.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁.”

Taehyung’s low voice practically growled as his hand gripped your neck possessively. Hobi released you, his eyes a mischievous smile as he took in the way your head turned in response to Tae’s voice, body moving towards him as if it was second nature.

“She’s mine, Hobi-hyung.”

The song was low, changing from one to another, and you felt the eyes of the other guests on the three of you. From your peripheral you could see that RM, Suga, and Jimin were watching, amused, while JayKay was standing off to the side of Tae, snickering.

“Ahhhh,” Hobi said, mind putting together all of the information over the past few months. The way that Taehyung had always grown quiet when they talked about asking you out until he would forcefully say that you were unavailable, that you had told him you weren’t single. The way you had turned down all the advances Hobi had made. The way that Taehyung seemed to almost be enraged when the crew would talk about your sumptuous body. His eyes met Jin’s, who shrugged and pretended not to see anything, walking away with a girl who had on a black lingerie set.

Tugging your hand, Tae led you towards a door and pulled you inside. It was dim, quiet, empty of passerby and onlookers.

Taehyung turned to face you, backing you towards the door you had just walked through. His arm reached over you, swinging the door shut so you were pressed against it.

“I’m gone for a month, Carla... and this is how you behave when Daddy is away?” His eyes don’t meet yours, instead they follow the path his finger makes as it trails down your cheek, slow and deliberate.

“I was trying to keep up appearances… I was about to leave, I promise.”

“Didn’t much look like you were trying to leave. Looked like you were allowing him to touch what was mine.”

“Tae, I promise—” your voice was frantic, worried he would leave you, but he cut you off.

“I saw you and him! You let him feed you.. Let him touch you..” His eyes, typically your favorite shade of deep mahogany were now black.

“Tae, I swear, it was innocent. If I had refused, they would have known.. I think they suspect so—”

Tae’s large hand tightened on your throat slightly, and you gasped, arching slightly.

“Kneel.”

Falling to your knees, your eyes meet the floor as you watch his slip on black Gucci loafers circle around you. You can hear his fingers meddle with his belt.

“You,” he paused, attempting to tame his anger, “are mine.”

His hand gripped your chignon, pulling your head in whatever direction he wanted as he continued speaking. You kept your body loose so that he could control your movements. Angling your head to look up at him, he took his other hand and used his fingers to pinch your cheeks and open your mouth.

“This mouth… is mine.”

His cock, standing at full length, entered your mouth roughly and you slackened your jaw to allow his girth to fill your hole. He face-fucked you, hips snapping as he plunged his cock into your throat. You hollow your cheeks, running your warm tongue along the bottom and grazing his frenulum. The flared tip caught on your lips as he pulled out, and you suckled the head how he liked as he held your face still with only the tip engulfed in the warmth of your mouth.

“Fuck, like that angel.” Taehyung expressed his enjoyment with low grunts and caresses to your face as you did your best to please him and apologize for what he witnessed.

“Ah, this mouth is sinful… aren’t you my little angel?” he asked, removing himself from your lips with a lewd popping sound. His hands moved to your chignon and he pulled out the pin holding it together, allowing your hair to fall.

“Yes,” you panted, short of breath, “I’m your angel.”

He nodded with a low hum, and brought you to stand. His mouth was harsh, rough as he kissed and bit your now swollen lips with his own. His grasp on your body was tight; you expected to see small fingertip bruises from his grip in the morning.

Pulling away, the trail of saliva from your mouth to his strained thin before snapping, and Tae was more turned on than ever watching the way you leaned forward chasing the kiss.

“You aren’t acting like my angel... You’re dressed like her, but you haven’t been behaving like her.”

As he moves through the room, you finally take in your surroundings. The room is mostly bare, no bed, but there is a small love seat on the wall to the left and a door in the wall straight ahead that had a sex swing attached to it. Your stomach flipped in excitement. Taehyung gave you a series of looks and, without words, you obeyed his commands. He had you naked and strapped into the swing in a matter of minutes, shedding his flowing black silk shirt.

“That’s better… the white dress made you look too pure for what I’m about to do to you.”

Running his cock along your folds, your slick coated the tip and he pushed himself into you without much prep. This was a part of your punishment, you knew, and the feeling of him so full inside of you had your body adjusting to him with more of your juices produced with every thrust he made. Your legs were propped up in the sex swing, held by straps that wrapped around your thighs, and you slid up along the door with the force of Taehyung’s hips.

“You’re mine, Carla. All mine.”

“Yes... Fuck, yes Tae, I’m yours.”

His teeth marked your neck, his large hands gripping your thighs and you could feel the throbbing of his dick as he continuously buried it inside of you. You moaned out, unable to stay quiet after a month of being deprived of him. His scent filled the surrounding area and enveloped you, and you couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough, you wanted more of him.

“Please Tae.. I need… I— I need m-more...”

He thrusts into you deeply, slapping your ass as he pushes against your cervix and you cry out, nails digging into his back. You’re sure that you’ve left small crescent moons along his shoulder blades. He circles his hips while remaining deep inside of you, and he growls in your ear.

“You feel so good, God, I missed you.”

“-m-missed you… too...”

“It’s so tight, baby. I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna fill you so good baby.”

“Please,” you beg, and he drops his hand down to press against your clit.

You felt it building fast, the pull in your abdomen and as your hips bucked to gain more friction against his hardened member, you squeezed around him, feeling every curve and vein along the shaft and he bit hard onto your shoulder, his hot cum filling you up.

Crying out, you’re so close, but Tae pulls out of you, eyes meeting yours. And you know he’s not going to allow you release at this moment. Punishment for your earlier behavior.

You almost whine at him, exhausted because all you want is to fall apart before you fall asleep wrapped in his arms. You make to say something to him, going against your submissive state to tell him that you want more, you want to finish, before his voice whispers a command.

“Clench.”

You follow his directive, using your walls to force his cum out of you and you smile sleepily as you hear his slight intake of breath as you feel him drip down your thigh. The pads of his fingers are gentle as he scooped it back up and tucked his release back inside of you, two fingers eliciting a quiet, slick sound as they enter your abused core.

“You can cum later tonight baby, after I get you home...”

You nod, glad that he was going to allow you an orgasm at some point tonight. He leans forward to kiss you, his tongue tangling lazily with yours as he releases you from the sex swing.

“.. If you earn it.”

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To Reclaim What was Ours, chp 26.5: Tooth and Claw

A chapter of TRWWO that I was going to post but have been stuck on for weeks. I couldn’t write up a decent finish, but I liked the rest.

Summary: The Alliance prepares for Empress Vaylin’s assault on their base. Word Count: 1,399

“How long do you think this friendly-business with Arcann is gonna last?”

“Couldn’t say, captain,” Fai said, pulling out a wire on one of the terminals. “Taking everything into consideration? Probably another week, tops.”

Remi’vu snorted from across the way. “I dunno. Thexia about bit his head off the other day. Did you see that? Or hear about that?”

“Who didn’t?” Fai fiddled with the wire, attaching a device onto the open end. “She’s so loud that the people on the other end of the base can hear her.”

Remi’vu grinned in amusement, tapping away at keys upon the screen. He looked over his work then leaned over to see how Fai’s progress was coming along. SCORPIO had installed “upgrades” a number of months ago and they were still finding remnants of her work in the Gravestone. Remnants that weren’t particularly good—or suspicious altogether. When the droid disappeared, Altrethir decided that all of the GEMINI upgrades should be purged as a matter of precaution.

Now, Remi’vu and his team worked on rerouting the upgrades, working with their base lines of code but removing anything that could lead back to the GEMINI droids. Still, it wasn’t exactly a simple matter.

Remi’vu felt an electric spark sting his hand and he recoiled, “Ow-! Fuck, I thought you turned this damn terminal off?”

“I did.”

He cocked a brow. But before he could inquire further, the bridge’s comm terminal beeped. He pushed himself to his feet and jogged over, clicking it on, “Commander?”

“Tell your tech team to finish their upgrades,” said Altrethir from the other end of the call.

“They’ve, uh... I think they’ve still got a lot to go. Why?”

Fai had stood and made her way over. Another signal started to beep: The panel that indicated a fleet emerging out of hyperspace.

And when Remi’vu looked up, he saw the mass of the Eternal Fleet zoom into view.

“Oh, no,” he breathed, eyes wide as a chill ran down his spine.

“Captain, hold your position. Inform your team that the Fleet has arrived and order them to continue their work. I am sending reinforcements to protect the Gravestone, but do not engage in orbital combat.”

“Commander-?”

“She is planning to launch a ground assault. Our shields around the base will hold and Vaylin will want to meet Thexia and I personally.”

“You’re absolutely sure?”

“I am.” Altrethir paused. “Be listening for my directions; I will keep you in contact.”

“Okay,” Remi’vu said and the call ended. He exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was even holding, then held down a button to broadcast his announcement throughout the ship. “A’right, we’ve got company! Need everyone to get a move on so we can finish those upgrades ASAP!”

There was hardly time for discussion, and even less time for arguments.

But Altrethir’s prediction had been correct; Vaylin began her ground assault and the Alliance was better prepared thanks to his quick thinking.

Still, the Empress’ skytroopers managed to mow down Alliance forces. And what they’d succeeded in creating were three separate, clear paths—all of which would eventually lead toward the heart of the base.

Thexia had taken Lana and a group of Sith to fend off the northern woods and they had their own hands full from that. Vaylin’s forces were unrelenting, unlimited. They had their work cut out for them.

Altrethir remained in the war room, monitoring activity from different screens and comm devices. He squinted as he saw flashing dots upon the map, indicating where enemies were striking. He thumbed his chin and bit the inside of his cheek.

He waited, but at the cost of many dedicated, loyal lives.

Altrethir could hear blasterfire, lightsabers tearing through metal, and screams of the soldiers who perished in battle all across the comms. More lights flashed on the screen before him—and he heard Theron shouting something at him, but it took him a moment to truly process what he said.

And he had a thought: Vaylin wasn’t searching for him, nor for Thexia. She was trying to lure them out by overwhelming every opening she could.

Her forces that pushed through Alliance defenses didn’t split up into search parties; they secured footholds while others proceeded further, but they never bothered to scout the areas.

“Theron,” Altrethir called, “patch me through to Vaylin’s flagship.”

Altrethir moved in front of the holocamera as Theron set up the call, clenching his jaw as he took a breath. A moment passed, and then another, as if the call was being filtered and redirected. When the other line picked up, he was greeted by the face of Empress Vaylin.

“Begging for your lives already?” she said, her tone holding mockery.

“Enough time has been wasted,” Altrethir said coolly. “Come. I shall transmit coordinates, and there we shall meet face-to-face.”

“I’m not stupid,” she hissed. “That is a trap if ever I heard one.”

“You’ve already slain plenty of my men. Do you fear such a small number of soldiers? That their mere count may rival your own power?”

She sneered. “No. Bring mother and my brother, too. I’ll show you exactly what I’m capable of.”

Vaylin ended the call.

“You can’t be serious,” Theron said, stepping beside Altrethir. “She’ll bring a thousand more skytroopers and her Fleet on you.”

“I’ve put her abilities into question; she feels as though she needs to prove herself. She will face Thexia and I alone,” Altrethir turned, facing Theron. “Envy was Arcann’s downfall; pride will be Vaylin’s.”

“I wish I could say that I believed that, but I can’t. I can’t.” Theron’s voice dropped lower and he felt his throat tighten. “You were so sure and confident when you went off to fight Arcann. But this-.”

“-Will be different. The odds are in our favor.”

“You said that last time.”

“Senya and Arcann fight with us; they are factors that we lacked before.”

“And what if Arcann suddenly decides he wants the throne back?”

“He won’t.” A pause. “It is unlikely. But if he does, Valkorion will not allow him to reclaim it.”

Theron swallowed dryly. And as their eyes met, Altrethir drank in all of his feelings. He could feel his worry, anxiety and uncertainty. He knew that his lover didn’t doubt his abilities nor his orders, but he was worried about what Vaylin could do.

Altrethir’s loss against Arcann put him into an unconscious state for days; Theron didn’t want to go through that pain again. He didn’t want to lose him.

Though the alarms blared and emergency lights flashed, they were only focused on one another. Altrethir took Theron's hand and pulled him forward, embracing him securely. And he felt the man’s fingers digging into his back to hold him taught. The drum of his heartbeat pounded in his ears and he felt it thud against Theron’s chest.

Then they straightened, and Theron took Altrethir’s face in both his hands to tug him down, kissing him firmly.

“I’m coming with you,” Theron said after breaking their kiss.

Altrethir wanted to say no. He wanted him to stay where he knew he’d be safe. But something in his gut told him that Theron would go with him regardless of orders. Altrethir nodded after a moment of hesitation, “Very well. But you will remain at a distance. I won’t risk Vaylin harming you.”

“Your terms are acceptable, Commander.”

An explosion blew chunks of dirt and rock from the ground. Thexia nearly stumbled but quickly regained her balance, then she leapt further into the pack of skytroopers to slice through the rocket launcher.

Sweat dripped off her brow as strands of her burgundy hair clung to her face. Stars, they just kept coming.

She gave into a throaty shout as she whipped around, swinging the weight of her blades onto a flanking trooper. In a flurry of attacks, she cut through more. The sound of blasterfire rang behind her and she turned—and saw an ally deflecting the shots that would’ve otherwise hit her.

“Commander.”

“Lana,” Thexia said.

“New orders from Lord Valran,” Lana pulled Thexia aside after the wave of troopers had been significantly thinned. “We are to rendezvous at these coordinates. Vaylin is awaiting us.”

“The coward finally shows herself. You and Jaesa continue to defend these borders with our forces.” She paused, lowering her voice, “And don’t let Major Quinn come after me.”

“Understood, Commander.”

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