#to sneak into a government facility for answers

[abutterflyobsession]

sometime I need to talk about my favorite characters in this book I read: Holly the bipolar psychiatric nurse, SCA member, and Mac the amnesiac elf she rescued from government agents at a comic-con after he escaped from a government lab. They are besties.

[flowering-thought]

Thinking about a psych ward AU with 141-

I mean, the moment top operatives want to retire, you really think they would let them go back out into the wild? The government isn't that lax, and with how tightnit they are, they make for a deadly combo. Along with a few other operatives and criminals that hold a lot of secrets that shouldn't get out.

So what are they to do other than put them in a secret facility that most of the staff who work there don't know that half of the patients there aren't actually crazy and are being kept contained by multiple governments. Well most of the staff know except for some of the nurses and janitors and the cooking staff.

Sadly for you, you aren't one of the nurses in the know, so when you start your rounds, checking in on the special ward of the psych hospital you only started working for about a week ago, you're surprised that your patients are a lot more calm than you expected.

Well you work mostly night shift so you expected some semblance of calm but not this calm. I mean the previous hospital you worked for there were lots of patients you had to check in on more frequently due to how rowdy they got at night and now having this big men being so calm was eerie.

Ghost is the first to notice you, as his insomnia keeps him up the most. You offer him tea and other sorts of comforting snacks as a way to get him some rest. You of course know that any of the doctors wouldn't approve but you also know that sleep medication isn't always the answer and that's what makes Ghost tell the others about you during the day when you aren't there.

Price, the first to be told about the nice night shift nurse decided to read a bit one night and noticed your head pop in to check on him, the way your body leaned against the doorframe as you asked if he was alright and needed anything. He decided to test you and asked for something they technically weren't allowed, newspaper. Why it was on the chart you never knew but you've also seen other patients get newspaper so you figured it wouldn't hurt. So when you tell Price to hold on a minute and you'll be back, he wasn't expecting you to actually come back with the most recent paper and a paper cup with tea. "If anyone asks it wasn't me that gave you this okay?" You'd tell him and all he could do was give a small smile and a nod as you walked away and closed the door behind you.

Once you have Price and Ghost hooked, obviously Soap and Gaz soon follow. You see it can be terribly boring stuck in a facility and being closely monitored, and as your shift starts around dinner time when all four of the boys are in the common area of their ward eating the sad slop they call dinner, they decide to complain a lot, which a lot of the other nurses just ignore. So when you sneak them different sauces or some decent ingredients they can add to the food that makes it less, well, less shitty, they already deem you as a living angel.

And who knows, maybe a few other highly trained individuals apart of other teams or criminal organizations within the unit may form an attachment to such a sweet nurse hm?

But with attachments comes the unfortunate restrictions on your interactions with them. You have to keep it professional after. And when you change to dayshift and they get to see you less disheveled with your hair put up and they get to interact with you all together? Makes their day far better but it only reminds them of their poor chances of being with you when they can only see you when your shift let's them.

So of course they have to break out hm?

They just have to wait for the right moment, can't risk getting caught, and they have to get outside connections to help, they can't bring you home to some abandoned dingy place no?

They should get a proper home where you can care for their needs personally. And if that's holding you down in their lap, then shouldn't you give them a smile and a kiss for being so good and restrained?

[mtfstuff]

Life changing night

As a child I always wanted to protect my country when I'm older, just like my father did. He was the police chief of my hometown and I had great respect for him. When I turned 21 I found out that I was somehow gifted with a magical power. I could control minds and transform bodies. After I found out I started to improve myself. I gave myself abs and pecs as well as huge arms and legs. I was in an instant the strongest guy in my year at school and I changed the memories of the others to accept it. I kept it a secret for about a year until my father had a work accident. He got shot and had to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I told him that I could help him but he didnt believe me at first. I started to change his spine to get him to walk again. At first he was happy but it didnt last long. Shortly after it he became afraid of what I could do but he didnt let it show. It was that night where I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night surrounded by swat teams. My father had called the police and told them about me.

I was drugged and imprisoned in a secret facility so that the government could study what makes me different. Lucky me, I found a way to act like I was drugged. Every meal I got a pill to stay submissive and compliant but after some time I managed to break free and sonce then I've kept every single pill in a secret hiding spot. I was in there for about 2 years before I was fully conscious again. That was 19 months ago and every spare minute I had, I worked on a way to break out of the facility and today is the day.

Its Friday, 31. October. Halloween.

I woke up and had breakfast before I was lead into a test it was short and I had the rest of the day off. I waited until dusk and then I broke out. I moved away the mirror above the sink in the bathroom and entered a secret tunnel. I silently left the estate and walked towards the nearest town.

My prison uniform wont be noticed anytime soon as everyone is dressed up. I walked through the streets at the edge of the city, hoping to see an open window or door to sneak into a house do change my clothes but sadly everything was closed.

I started to think about other options. Breaking into a house or store? Probably too loud.

Knocking out a parent to steal his clothes? Possible if no one is around.

I continued walking down the streets alone, no one around until I suddenly saw someone coming towards me. From the way the person walked I could see that its a man and while coming closer I finally saw that he wore a military uniform. It seems like he noticed my clothes too as he started to change his grip on his gun.

We finally stood in front of each other.

"No need to worry, its a costume.", I said.

"Oh good. While I dont know of any prison around here I was still cautious.", he answered.

"I'm Luke.", I introduced myself.

"Mike.", he answered.

I sized him up. We were similarly tall and muscular. I wouldnt even change a lot about myself to be him physically.

"And whats a soldier doing on the streets all alone?"

"Oh.", he chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a real soldier but I'm wearing it as a costume today. I was walking around with my nephew and he wanted us to be soldiers together. I just brought him home. What about you?"

"Just brought my son to my ex.", I lied. "He wanted to be a police officer and I should be his prisoner."

Mike laughed. "Sounds like he got you under control."

"Yeah, he does.", I chuckled.

It followed a short moment of weird silence.

"I have nothing else to do this evening. You seem like a good guy, want to come with me for some beer and small talk?", he asked.

What an opportunity, I thought.

"Yeah, sure!", I answered.

We walked to his house and he let me in. We sat down in his living room and talked a lot. At the end both of us had like 6 to 7 beer and I wanted to alter his mind to let me transform him as he asked a sudden question.

"You know, this may sound weird to you...", he burped. "But I really like you. I never had a feeling like this towards anyone."

Well, this is another way to get what I want, I thought.

"I feel the same.", I said. "Since the first time I saw you in your uniform I wanted to have you, to serve you."

"Well then why dont we go upstairs together."

He took my hand and lead me upstairs. He sat down on the bed and pushed me to my knees.

"If you dont want to go to prison again you maggot, start sucking my dick.", he said firmly.

"Roleplay, I like it.", I said.

What was that maggot?!", he said.

"I dont want to go back, sir!", I answered.

"Then suck. And make sure that not a single drop gets on my uniform."

I opened his fly and took his hard 6 inch cock in my mouth. He grabbed my head and slid my head up and down on his shaft. After a few minutes he exploded his warm seed without warning into my mouth and I made sure that I swallowed every bit of it.

"That was awesome!", he panted.

I started to strip him out of his uniform. I opened his boots and peeled off his green wool socks. I opened his belt and pulled off his pants and underpants, followed by his vest, shirt and undershirt. He was now laying naked in front of me. He was a sight to behold. Great abs, big pecs and massive calfs and biceps.

"Oh no! This poor soldier got stripped by the prisoner he wanted to bring to the police. I hope he doesnt fuck me rough without lube.", Mike said with a smile.

"You soldier can only hope to see the daylight again now that I have you beneath me!", I role played further.

"Oh, help. Please!", he said while I turned him on his stomach.

I pulled my dick out of my pants and quickly enlarged it to a nice hard 9 inches.

"This could hurt, soldier boy.", I said as I slowly entered his hole.

Mike gasped as I entered his hole but he quickly moved up and down on my dick. We had sex for about 2 hours and it was a blissful experience. Both if us covered in sweat were lying next to each other on the bed. We looked each other deep into the eyes.

"Hey Mike, I...", I stammered. "I've got a question."

"Of course. What is it?"

"Could I put on your uniform?", I asked.

"That would be hot.", he answered.

I hopped out of his bed and walked towards the pile of clothes I left on the chair while I undressed Mike.

I took his still warm boxers and sniffed them. I looked at Mike and saw how he stroked his dick.

I stepped into his boxers and slid my feet into his damp socks. I pulled on his undershirt and his pants. I closed the belt and put on his shirt and vest. I wiggled into his boots and tied them up. I slipped my hands into his gloves.

"This feels awesome!", I said.

"Hello staff sergeant! How can I help you?", Mike asked.

I could see how aroused he was seeing me in his uniform.

"I know I'm not a cop so I have no rights to indrude your home Mr., but I was told that a prisoner was seen entering this house. Do you know anything about this?", I asked firmly.

"No sir, I havent seen a prisoner here.", he said still stroking his dick.

"Do you mind if I take a look around?", I asked.

"No, not at all sir."

A walked around the room until my old clothes were in front of me.

"What do we have here...", I said, picking up my orange shirt and pants. I threw them at Mike, followed by my orange loafers.

"Put them on. I'll bring you to the police, prisoner!", I said.

I saw how excited Mike was. He stepped into the pants and slipped the shirt over his abs. After that he slipped into the loafers.

"Please, I was falsely imprisoned. I'd do anything to get away from it.", Mike said.

"Well, if thats the case, suck me off and I'll see what I can do for you.", I answered.

Mike crawled towards me, opened my fly and pulled out my hard dick. He went right down on it without hesitation. His mouth engolfed my dick like a wet, warm cave. His tongue played easily with my hard dick and I put my hands behind his face. I slowly started to facefuck him, getting rougher and rougher until I exploded into his mouth. He immediately started to swallow until he got every drop.

It made me feel ecstatic and my knees got weak. I dropped on my knees and was now face to face with Mike again.

"I love this feeling of power. I love wearing your uniform. I'd love to be you, a soldier.", I said panting.

"And it suits you good.", he said.

He came in for a kiss and I didnt stop him.

We kissed and I wanted to shove my hand beneath his shirt as he suddenly pulled me to the ground.

We wrestled for a short time but it was clear from the beginning that Mike had the upper hand by knowing all the fighting tactics. Je quickly had me locked in a position where I couldnt move my right arm and leg.

His arm moved over my chest down to my dick.

"You may wear the uniform and look like a soldier but you dont know a thing being a soldier.", Mike whispered in my ear.

I felt how he started stroking my dick.

"And now the soldier will be fucked by the prisoner.", he continued.

He managed to turn me around while keeping me pinned down to the ground. I felt how he pulled the pants from my butt before his dick entered.

He got a fast pace but I figured out that he was to focused on fucking me that he wouldnt pay attention to my body changing. I focused on Mikes appearance and started my transformation. I lost my tattoos, made my muscles slightly grow and then I started to change my face.

My hair got shorter, my jaw more square. I now resembled Mike in all his glory.

At last I changed my voice to match Mikes.

"You wont get away with this you scum. You cant just fuck a soldier and think you can just leave.", I said, hearing Mikes deep baritone voice.

"Oh my... wait, what the- uurgh!", Mike sounded confused but he shot his load into my ass.

Mike pulled out and turned me on my back.

"How can you sound like me? Look like me?!", he shouted.

"I do what?!", I answered, playing unknowing.

He stood up, pulled me with him and pushed me in front of the mirror.

He looked at himself, I could see a slight relief and then he looked at me.

"We're like twins!", I said moving my hands through my hair and over my jaw.

"How can we revert this?", he mumbled.

"I'd love to go to your work as you.", I said under my breath.

"Impersonating a soldier.", I didnt think he'd hear me. "Hot but dangerous."

"You'd let me do it?", I asked.

"I think so but you dont know a thing about my work, let alone my colleagues."

I turned around to look at him. My hard dick in the uniform pants brushed against his thigh.

I started kissing him and he moved his hands to my bubble but. We kissed passionately.

"You know I could change that deficit.", I said.

I quickly kissed him before I started to copy his memories. He felt that something was wrong and tried to push me away but I didnt let go.

I finished copying before he pushed me away.

"What did you just do? I- I feel a bit dizzy.", Mike said.

"Easy there Mike.", I helped him to sit down on his bed. "I just copied your memories. I could now go to your work and no one would know I'm not the real you."

"But- but how?", he stepped away from me.

"I dont know how to say it.", I said.

"Then try to explain it.", he said taking my hand.

"I have...this power. I can change the body and mind. And I really wanted to be you because I like you so much."

"So you could make my power fantasy real?"

"Your what?", I asked perplexed.

"I- I always- okay, since my early teenage years I somehow liked, maybe even loved being talked down, even though I was muscular since the beginning. That was the real reason I joined the army. I wanted to get screamed at, dragged through the mud and so on. But I quickly found out that that didnt really happen, I quickly shot up the career ladder and suddenly I was supposed to scream at others."

I was totally surprised.

"Could you maybe make me your submissive prisoner?", he continued. "I mean, you'd have your dream of being me, staff sergeant Mike Walker."

He got closer to me and grabbed my bulge.

"And I could be the muscular prisoner who you use as a slave and humiliate.", he continued.

He squeezed my bulge and it was so good.

"Please, I beg you Luke.", he said. "Influence my mind, make me forget my life as a soldier. Maybe even change my face to fit a slave."

A year later and I have the best time of my life. I am the soldier I always wanted to be and my life with Mike, now called Mouse is also incredible. I lift the blockade in his mind on special occasions and he always tells me how much he liked the past time as his dream. Tonight is halloween again and my nephew wants me to be soldiers with him again. The real Mike asked to come with us, fully conscious. He would be one of my friends, of course dressed as a prisoner. My nephew loves the idea and Mike cant wait for the time when we are alone again.

This definitely is a much better life than I thought I would ever get.

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I'm back and sadly I didnt manage to hit my deadline to post this story on halloween, but at least I'm close. I'm working on more stories again so look forward to them.

[survivalist-anon]

Log 6: Fort Dorn

Fort Dorn:

06:00 hrs

Intensive Environment Training Room

Floor -6

Four imperial fists have gone currently for 5 hours planking by their arms and feet in a room that has been designed to reach temperatures of 200° Fahrenheit. Grilled for what had occurred last night.

"So.....you four think you can just sneak out..... pretend to be not just civilians.... MORTAL civilians.", the current chaplain, Aldercon, steadily paced in his armor. "So. Did you boys have a nice drink? In which would be at this point.... quite frankly the biggest waste of your Oolitic kidney's FUCKING TIME.", leans down to Bilhard's face.

Bilhard was doing relatively good, sweating liters of his sweat per second, "SORRY SIR!". His voices shouted.

Raises up, takes a step to Urtus. "You are going to be here just as long as Bilhard is. Do you understand me?".

Urtus was neck and neck to Bilhard. By this point he's matching Bilhard on everything including sweating. "SIR YES SIR!"

"I CAN'T HEAR BOY! THE HEAT MELTED MY FUCKING AUDITORY MODULE AID!", the chaplain shouted.

"SIR YES SIR!", Urtus responded, his voice would have reverberated throughout the room if it weren't for the heating system.

The chaplain moved on to Cahrilo. Leaned right into his face. "....what about you lover boy. FUCKING SATISFIED WITH YOUR SEXUAL SHENANIGANS?!?!".

Cahrilo, doing more than sweating his fluids right out, red in the face trying to keep focus on his plank. Unlike the rest of his brothers, he hadn't trained like this for a while. He also didn't want to answer the loaded question, which ever answer he gave, he would lose for sure. "Ugh"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUVE BORED ME!", by this point the heating room has now gotten on the chaplain's last nerve. He paces to Moors.

".....you're here..... because you stole that United States issued assault tank from that base up in Washington....and decided to modify it.... with spinning rims.", he concluded with a terribly hidden grin.

"Those weakling, yellow bellied welps at that over polished white outhouse didn't deserve 'Edna'.", with absolutely no wasted breath, Moors had just admitted to stealing government property.

This resulted in the other three bursting into uncontrollably laughter but landing in their own boiling sweat puddles.

The chaplain signal's the operator outside of the enhanced two way mirror to shut off the heater. All right that's enough for today, and Moors you're writing a double report for moral misconduct of theft of a military vehicle."

Moors got up, "worth it.", massaging his forearms.

"Hit the showers! You all smell like the nicest part of Nurgle!", Aldercon was done punishing the four marines for the time being. He enters into a small transition chamber where a blue arousal spray coats him. His face scrunches up and he starts spitting. "BLAH! WHY DOES THE DISINFECTANT TASTE LIKE BLACK BARRIES?!? SHA'KAL!", he calls out to the facilities only Salamander apothecary marine.

On the intercom, Sha'kal man's the controls, "It's a new edible formula sir! It's to prevent the others from consuming the original disinfectant.", he has always had everyone's well being in mind. Making sure that everyone, man, marine, animal or vegetable receives the best and safest care.

"WHOS THE NUMBNUTS THATS BEEN LICKING THEMSELVES CLEAN OF DISINFECTANT?!?", he angrily wipes his eyes and mouth. "Also why black barries?! I hate black barries!".

Sha'kal got up from his chair to give Aldercon a towel, "well it was the flavor that won the facility wide voting."

"oh the cruel beauty of democracy.... status report of the morning.", he shakes his head wiping off the fruity liquid.

Taking out a clip board, "well, reserves are well stocked for the month, the parameters of the fort have once again been triple checked and fortifed-"

"Ah good. Just the way I like it. Continue." A smile creeps up Aldercon's face ear to ear, chuffed to hear that so far everything is good.

As he and Aldercon walk through the expansive underground halls containing the day's reports, all forms of activity is occuring. Construction and excavations on the expanding territory of the Imperial Fists continues in full speed. Several Marines keep the place running in full operational standards to a Space Hulk on a much smaller scale.

"-and how is the ugh....what was that project that Ihorn was doing?", Aldercon reluctantly asked.

Sha'kal checked the notes he made in the back of one of the documents, "Oh yes....um the trainable bears. So biological augmentations on the bears have been successful. They've fully adapted to the nutrition supplements and seem to have adopted rather preferable behaviors.", the two of them walk to an enormous elevator shaft fit and strong enough to carry up to several tons worth of equipment.

After a few minutes of more briefing, they finally reach the surface level of the fort. Cleverly disguised as an abandoned farmhouse, the two Astartes march to the tattered barn, where most of the animals the Imperial Fists use for their own purposes.

"Ihorn! How are the bears doing?", he shouts to the shirtless marine.

Ihorn was originally a member of a company of Crimson fists stationed in Cadia for a temporary few decades, than was sent to a death planet. Now is perfectly content with animal training, he's the proud trainer of a team of eight, modified grizzly bears. "Ohoho, good morning Chaplain! Splendidly, look! Petunia is ready to have a litter again!", he proudly shows a gigantic grizzly bear, with a modified power pack permanently attached to the bear's back, tubes running along side her spine, ribs and head.

This was a bear made for the Imperium.

The bear stood up to intimidate the chaplain and Sha'kal. She had a furless bare belly, a side effect of the modifications made to her, slightly larger than normal due to the unnatural pregnancy. She let a low defensive growl.

"now now my sweet girl, you relax and concentrate on the cubs. Come on love.", Ihron takes a small clacker, clicks it a few times, snapping the bear back to its docile self.

Ihorn gives her an apple as a treat, giving her a stead pat in the back, "the girls always need to be spoiled. They perform better and are happier to do so.".

Impressed by the animal mastery Ihron has accomplished, Aldercon now wonders about something else, "The females? Why not the males?".

Giving a pensive thought, "well... I tried the males .....the females would kill and eat them", scratches Petunia behind the ears. "Shame really, I would like to see one fully grown.".

Sha'kal was standing in front of Aldercon in order to protect him from the bear, even if he was wearing an enlarged shirt with combat trousers. "Couldn't have you just, I don't know....not brutality alter this... innocent creature, it is in pain?", he looked at the unsightly handy work of one of the only members of the Adeptus mechanicus the fort had....a skitarii they named "Gibs".

"nonsense, I can tell she's pretty content. I've studied these lovely beasts for decades and she's just as content as a regular bear in captivity. Besides, if ever hear that measley little cord rat hurt any of my animals....I'll squish whatever is left of him.", he checks the power pack to see if it causing any discomfort.

Aldercon looks around at the other animals Ihron keeps in the barn, a few cows, some chickens specifically taken from an industrial farm several miles away and a few emotional support animals like sheep and domestic pigs. "Hmm. I see you're doing a good job. Primarch would be proud of your compassion for these beasts.", he gives him a firm handshake. He can't help but look back at the bear and attempt to intimidate her one last time.

She looked rather bored, until she was able to manipulate the muscles in her snout into a creepy, unnatural grin.

"oH sweet mother of-", he almost grabs his chest.

Ihorn and Sha'kal both laugh, "GOOD GIRL PETUNIA!", he gives her a hug for her little stunt.

Petunia gives a victorious roar, and gives Ihron a lick to the face.

As he continued to giggle, Sha'kal turned to see an unhumored Aldercon. "Oh my bad sir. We were planning that prank for weeks."

With a stern nod of head, "oh brother. Come on, let's continue the briefing".

The both of them leave the and head to the "farm house", as the two squeeze in through the threshold, a covert operation of digital surveillance is under way. As the two marine walk through, members of different chapters contribute to the complex communications system that has been spying the United States and several other countries decades before the FBI or the CIA.

"anything?", Aldercon quietly asked one member of the Ultramarines surveying the movement of the stock exchanges, monetary spending and shockingly enough the cash flow of several other developed nations on a set of 8 monitors. Hyperfocused, the marine just wags his finger 'no'. "Good work", he gives the marine a pat the back.

Walking over to an empty desk, he looks at the neatly kept but rather personalized workspace of the only confirmed Raven Guard in the country.

Letting out a deep disappointed sigh, "where is he?", he turns to see several members stop and look at the desk. Some of them silently nodding or gesturing uncertainty. "Has anyone here seen Wick?".

Giving a clarify cough, "um I believe he went 'to the field ', at least that's how he worded it to me.".

Aldercon is no stranger to rebellious behavior. When he first appeared on Earth around a hundred and twenty years ago, he had at several points been married, has had children and watched them grow up throughout their stages of life. He is certain this is one of those times, however a human teenage son is one thing, a fully grown adult Astartes fresh from his time as a neophyte is a completely different matter of frustration. "I see.....well ....did he keep his tracking system on?"

One of the fist's working on GPS tracking searches for Wick's location. "Ah yes, he is currently in Nevada."

He takes a double take, "WHAT?!"

The fist looks at the data on Wick's location. "Hmm...he's on the move but he is in government airspace."

Cupping his hands to his temples, massaging away the pent up frustrations he had just built up. "Can things get ANY more complicated?"

"3 Boogies at 12 o'clock sir. Heading to the north side of the wall.", one of the other Marines announces.

"oh goodie....the sons of Russ.... just in for a visit.", he isn't much better hearing this.

"wait they have a civilian with them", suddenly he feels the room's tone change from tense to dangerous.

Seething with rage, one rule Aldercon has been strict on enforcing is the restricted access of the Fort to moral humans. ".....Ssssssssteeeennnnnnnnnn......". He leaves fuming.

"oh dear, Aldercon please calm down!", Sha'kal runs after the chaplain in hopes he doesn't kill anyone on the way to the wall.

The room stood quite, with nothing but the beeps and pings of the monitors. All of them had gone right back to work.

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As the trees past the four us, with the wind on my face and the careful dodging of branches, it felt like I was flying. I couldn't believe this was happening. Not only the cabin, but a pack of mysterious space soldiers? Forget about the inheritance money, this beats that any day!

However, I should be a little more careful with being caught up in this, I barely know these men. For all I know they could be making it up ...the more I think about it, the more I wonder why all this? Was this something I genuinely deserved? What if something else happens?

The trio stop, Sten smells the air, trying to pick up a sent. "this way.", he points his body to the direction of the mountain range nearby. As the pack continues, I have a sudden nagging feeling crawl up my spine.

"wait, you guys said this was a fort right?", I ask loudly as the brushing of leaves slightly drowns my voice out.

Fjord, practically prancing in the brush, "yes lass! It's an Imperial Fist fort! Best in the business and probably filled to the brim with traps! It's gonin to be fun!".

"Ay, are you daft!? The girl is with us, and she doesn't have any armor! Unless she's some covert Battle Sister I say we be careful.", As Toke dodged a branch, he tossed one on to what looked like a safe clearing but was actually a huge automatic trap.

I began to worry, I didn't care if these guys were heavily armored or if I didn't know them, I just didn't want them getting hurt.

"tis all right Lorey, we will keep you safe. I won't let any harm come to you.", I could feel Sten's grip adjusting to secure me. The fact he carried me here was a feat in it's own.

Their pace slowed down and soon we reached a concrete wall. This was bigger than anything current military fencing, it just looked like a thick, eerie wall. I could see graffiti and posters scattered throughout. "What the....who...built this?", I could imagine the workforce that took the time to do it.

"well, it looks we're going up!", Toke had pressed a few buttons on his arms, switching on a set of claws on his gauntlets.

Sten placed me down gently to do the same, "my dear, you will have to climb up onto my back, I have switched off the power pack so the exhaust ports do not burn you.".

I it was only now I noticed the jetpack on his back, it looked like it had little let engines on it, I climbed up and held tight. "Well, ugh...you guys are going to climb the wall, shouldn't you guys have a rope or something?".

Fjord chuckled a little, "no lass, we can handle this little obstacle all on our own.", enabling his own set of claws, the three had made a running start to the Wall's surface. All ready clearing 10 feet up the concrete barrier.

Suddenly, someone shouts from the other side.

"HAULT! PASSWORD!", the voice commanded.

No one knew what to say or do.....I had begun to worry.

"YOUR MOTHER!", unsurprisingly Fjord had the perfect response.

The sound of scuffling metal plating quickly making it's way to the top, loud exacerbated huffing and a yellow helmet peaking furiously from the top.

"PASSWORD REJECTED!", the yellow armored man then pointed a shockingly large gun at Fjord. The second the trigger was fired, that same horrifying blast erupted from the barrel like a high-speed rocket. Nearly hitting Fjord.

Dodging with unnatural grace and speed, Fjord quickly climbed up before and tackled the guard, both falling back behind the wall.

Judging from the time it took to hear a THUD, they may have fell rough 25 feet down.

I was still recovering from the shots fired, I turn to see a crater on the side of the wall where Fjord had dodged what I assumed was a missile. "FJORD! Oh crap is he ok?!".

Toke and Sten quicken their pace up the wall.

"Do not worry about him, the fall will knock some sense in him.", Toke clawed at the concrete.

As soon as the three have reached the top of the wall, we were met with several of them pointing guns at our direction....and one big furious looking guy with greyed hair was staring daggers at us.

"STEN! YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP WITH THAT MORTAL CIVILIAN HERE AND I WILL PUT YOUR IDIOT BROTHER DOWN!", he points to Fjord pinned down to the ground by two other Marines, trying to bite their hands.

Sten and Toke had locked it up.

"You know just as well as I do that killing another Astartes is not deeply frowned upon, and in our current circumstance....an act of heresy on its own!", Sten stood his ground, but I can tell he was trying to cooperate.

I was starting to feel guilty for being in this mess, "Sten what's going on?".

"Do not fret, Aldercon is just a little more cautious than the rest of us ....", he tried to assure me, however I've been in enough situations to know that stare of his had a history.

End of Log 6

@kit-williams @barn-anon

[balshumetsbaragouin]

Valentine's Core Exchange Gift: Hybrid Affinity

I can finally talk about this! I am excited to have been able to take part in the first Valentine's Core Exchange. My giftee for this event is the amazing @nursal1060writes! I hope you enjoy your gift! Only the first chapter will be posted on AO3, this week, but they get the Full Monty in DMs. Thanks @valentines-core-exchange for connecting us!

Link: Hybrid Affinity Rating: Mature Characters: Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters Relationship: Danny & Vlad(Badger Cereal) Warnings: Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use Chapter Word Count: 2,577 Story Word Total: 20k

Summary:

A momentary lapse of attention, a weapon's blast grounding him, an agent's boot heading towards his jaw…

Danny has been the 'primary research subject' of the Area 23 facility for the past three weeks. Since he was captured, he's had no contact with the outside world, and no chance of escape. After complaining about a lack of conversational partners, his heated cage finds a second occupant: Vlad Plasmius.

With his last chance at escape captured with him, Danny's hope dwindled until he heard the other halfa promise he had a plan. The only problem: He doesn't trust Vlad.

Have a sneak peek at the story below the cut!

The gun at the back of his head pressed deeper into the base of his skull. “I’m moving.”

“Not fast enough, ghost.” The agent tapped the spot right over his brain stem, “Keep dragging your feet, and I’ll save the government the expense of containing you.” The hiss of the pneumatic doors ahead of them sent tingles over his skin. The air on the other side smelled like the ecto-suppressant they pumped inside, burnt acrid chemicals, and days old sweat. 

“I’m floating; you see me floating forward, right?” He stopped just on the other side of the barrier, long enough for the scan, and moved again when the light flashed green above the entrance. The hum of the ghost shield grated his ear drums as it scrapped over his skin. “No need to be so hostile.” The door clicked shut behind him, the agent no longer bothering to threaten him once he reached the inside of The Oven. “Whatever.” Danny floated the rest of the way into the heated metal box and tried to decide which wall he’d sizzle on for the next few hours. He’d favored the one facing the door when he’d first arrived, but the heating element sat closer to the surface. The sadists running this circle of hell designed it that way. Their scientists were probably measuring how long he’d put up with more pain to feel ‘secure’ or something. 

He hovered in the middle of the room, eyeing the coolest wall, with an ache building up in his core. He decided to split the difference and sat against one of the walls perpendicular to the door. A low hiss filled the room as he sank down to the floor and leaned back. “You know, you don’t have to BBQ me. I’d be happy to answer questions without being spit-roasted.” The agents on the other side of the monitoring equipment couldn’t hear him. He’d made a show of cursing and insulting them the first… however long, until he was hoarse. They’d only told him they didn’t receive audio after he couldn’t speak. They said, ‘we’re not interested in any lies you ghost vermin want to tell’ and sneered down at him like he’d become a bug that learned to speak. They did monitor his energy levels, though. When he’d attempted an ecto-ray, a whole host of guns popped out of some panels in the ceiling and hosed him down with molten misery. The liquid didn’t start hot, not like the walls, but as soon as it touched him…

He rubbed at the spots along his forearms that got the worst of the spray. The jumpsuit still laid odd over those spots, like the ectoplasm underneath refused to come back all the way. He poked around the area, feeling the way the latex enmeshed with the healed flesh under it. Other areas stuck because he was slicked down with sweat, but here it felt glued down into the muscles. He leaned forward and frowned down at the half-melted state of his boots. The soles of his feet and the back of him always took the worst of it whenever he was back in the cage. Still, it was better than being in the labs. The blazing temperatures and grating silence granted a peace that left him when they wanted to stick tubes down his throat or needles into his skin. “I could even convince myself this is pleasant if I couldn’t smell that burning ectoplasm.”

[boxfullaturtles]

For the fic title game, maybe something like "With Love, from an Alternate Timeline" or something with a fic/album title like "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge"? Or, finally, maybe funky like "Disaster Twins, Deft Torpedoes"? (Feel free to pick and choose which to answer!)

I like the ring that "With Love, from an Alternate Timeline" has, there's something very catchy about that. Unfortunately, couldn't think of anything.

Also mega distracted by the MCR title.

SO!

"Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge" Otherwise known as "You Kidnapped the Wrong Fucking Turtles"

Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo disappear.

Donatello, Splinter, April, and the Caseys are scrambling to find them.

It had been a regular patrol, the brothers scattering to chase after the stupid mutant silverfish taking advantage of the mess left in the wake of the failed invasion. Except Donnie loses contact with his brothers and the trackers--his trackers--go offline. Donnie knows his tech doesn't just fail like that, no fucking way. Someone's stolen his brothers and he's going to track them down and get them back.

It takes weeks of doing. Maybe several months. Scraping what clues and pieces of information they can. Donnie grits his teeth and enlists the Purple Dragons to assist him (not help, he doesn't need help, thank you very much). Kendra mocks him at first, but then she must see something on his face because she shuts up real quick. The government is the first suspect, because they were definitely poking around a lot during and after the Krang invasion. But nope! The government's not interested in trying to detain the people--mutant or not--who stopped an alien race for taking over the planet with goo and body horror. They'd rather leave the turtles well enough alone (and for the turtles to leave them alone, please, dear god, we can't fight you guys, we leave you alone and you leave us alone, okay). But if the government doesn't have Donnie's brothers, then who does? Baxter Stockboy? Mm, nope, but they do confiscate some high grade military tech from a kid who really shouldn't have it. Meatsweats? Nada. Draxum!? He's offended you would think such a thing. Not because he cares or anything like that. Just. He doesn't have time for that sort of thing anymore, you know.

But Draxum wasn't the only scientist-alchemist-whathaveyou in the Hidden City. And somebody got vveeerrryyyyy interested in the turtles after seeing what they did to stop the Krang. Some yokai has Leo, Raph, and Mikey and has been putting them through their paces. Read: unethical experimentation.

And the family can't just charge in half-cocked, willy-nilly, pell-mell. This yokai has a stronghold, has guards, is just as dangerous as some human facility, if not moreso because of the mystic powers available to them. It's dangerous and downright deadly. It's a stealth mission. So say they manage to sneak in. Then they separate to go their separate ways and Donnie beelines for a server room or file room or whatever. And it's going great! He sneaks in no problem! He finds out where they're keeping his brothers!

And he finds out what's been happening to them.

And he's pissed.

You DO NOT touch his family and you certainly don't do what's been done to his brothers. Donnie will be the first to admit that his morals are somewhat questionable. He knows his science gets a little...mad at times. But never in his life would he do the things that have been done here.

Well. Maybe he'll make an exception. For the yokai that have marked his brother's files with "TERMINATED".

Donnie snaps.

Forget stealth, he's going to raze this place to the ground and scorch the dust and bury the ashes and salt the earth. There will be nothing left when he's done. His Ninpo goes wild, he's tearing the place apart, he's killing indiscriminately, the rage he feels is too big, too much. The fury and desperation he'd felt when he'd flung his drill at the Krang through Mikey's portal to save Leo? That was a fraction of this almighty, crushing anger. Donatello is out of control, he is a beast, he is wild, he is a veritable god of power as he rips the building from its foundations and screams his vengeance upon the fools who thought to cross the Hamato clan. He crushes lives out underfoot and doesn't care about the blood that smears his hands. His weapons are endless, his body is a machine, he is righteous fury and he is light, and life, and fire! He is a god, a dragon, a nuclear warhead.

He is the atom bomb and he will destroy everything in his wake.

The only thing that stops him, is a faint, hoarse, plaintive chirp.

Because there are his brothers. Definitely worse for wear, frightened and hurt, but alive.

The monster eases, Donnie breathes. He staggers over to his family, falls to his knees in front of his brothers, and pulls them into a hug. No one cares about how much blood is on him, on the ground, everywhere. Because they're together again. They're okay.

Donnie doesn't leave them alone for days. He badgers them while they're healing, he sleeps in the med bay, he drops everything to take care of his brothers. His temper feels closer to the surface, like letting his Ninpo rage like a wildfire has irreversibly changed something in him. But he naps next to Raph, he draws with Mikey, he smiles at Leo's stupid puns. (Later, much later, after they witness that temper again almost level a city block, Raph takes Donnie aside and talks to him about how to turn that anger elsewhere.)

There's scars, of course. No one escapes these sorts of things without them. But no one in the Hidden City is ever going to try to touch the Hamato clan, not after this.

Donnie's pretty sure they got the message (and if he stays awake some nights smelling iron and hearing screams and feeling the power simmering just beneath his skin, then he crawls into Leo's bed and they watch stupid videos until they pass out in the early hours of the morning).

[anim-ttrpgs]

System License Anon here - thanks so much for the reply! with your current idea for how creators could create modules for Eureka, do you think this would allow for modules in a setting like SCP, with its license limitations?

Well, I don’t know if I can answer this confidently because I don’t know exactly what the copyright and licensing situation is with SCP itself.

However, unofficially, Eureka works super, super well with the SCP universe.

It’s been mentioned before but our own RPG group is currently playing through an indépendant game-agnostic adventure module with Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy and playing it as if the party are SCP field agents.

It has required basically no bending of the rules of Eureka, and just a bit of bending to the SCP lore itself. (In this AU to better fit the vibe of Eureka, the SCP Foundation is not connected to the American government and has much, much less resources and influence than in the main canon, and there are fewer actual SCPs as well, which makes everything higher stakes on a personal level. Not only do they have to watch out for the much better funded GOC, but they have to watch out for the CIA and FBI as well.)

It’s playing out more like a spy thriller, with the SCP field agents taking on fake identities to infiltrate a corporate research station after a whistleblower leaked that something very strange and otherworldly, potentially dangerous, is happening there. They have to keep from blowing their cover while they ask around to figure out what kind of secretive projects are happening at this facility. Ideally they can shut it down and/or capture whatever is going on down there and extract without a huge media disaster.

However, in case their cover is blown or the anomaly there turns out to be way more than three field agents can handle, an MTF team is standing by with an unmarked helicopter to drop in and take over the whole facility and extract the agents. This is a secondary party of PCs with different stats and gear.

Of course, nobody wants it to come to that. There will be no way to cover up the fact that this place was raided by 11 armed men arriving in a black helicopter, and there would be almost no way to prevent a distress call from going out, meaning SWAT or the U.S. Army might show up if the MTF team takes too long to extract the anomaly.

Clearly something dangerous is going on, a scientist mysteriously died just a few nights ago, but the field agents don’t even really know what the anomaly *is* yet, but the plan is to steal the keycard of one of the head scientists to use it to sneak into the restricted lower levels and take a look around.

One of the agents has been getting close to the head scientist because she works in the same lab. In the last session, she made the first ever actual Seduce roll in our group’s history of Eureka, and slept with him. They’re seeing each other again soon, and she hopes to be able to discreetly steal his keycard and hand it off to another agent who will use it to get into the restricted area. The third agent, who is working in the security room, will “accidentally” spill coffee on the keyboard of the security camera computer and “have to turn them off” to clean while the agent with the keycard sneaks around where he isn’t supposed to be.

If he gets caught, the plan is for him to say he found the keycard on the ground and was coming to one of the places where he knows this scientist works to return it to him. It’s not the best lie, but this character has a Trait that gives a big bonus to his lying rolls when he’s trespassing in an area where he isn’t supposed to be.

I kinda got totally off track but the point is that it would be super easy to write a Eureka adventure module that would work perfectly for an SCP Foundation campaign without even needing to use the words “SCP Foundation” in the adventure module itself.

Just say “this adventure works well if the investigators are members of a secret organization that tracks down and captures supernatural creatures and objects” and there you go.

And this all may not even matter. There are tons of indépendant SCP Foundation video games, and I don’t know what the actual rules of that are, but it may be just as legal and okay to use the SCP Foundation for your own indépendant project like an adventure module.

If I have time between other ANIM projects I have to give my attention to, I will try to look into what the actual rules are regarding creating your own SCP Foundation content to sell and profit from. Honestly it might be just as easy as a quick google search.

[redrobbingabank]

Tell me more about the core four TMA idea?

YES. Ok so more thoughts:

Their connectedness to each other has weakened their bonds to their Entities(ex. Tim isn't constantly alone anymore), so other avatars try to separate them, be it by coaxing their target away or killing the others. YJ does not vibe with that. They've killed so many people who tried to take them from each other(they're definitely more murdery in this because tma so yeah). The other avatars eventually learn to leave it because there's no stopping them.

Sometimes Tim does just have to be alone for the Lonely. When he needs that, he goes to Drake Manor. YJ lets him because they get the need to act on his nature(what would Cassie be without the chase, Bart without speed, Conner without unnerving abnormality?), but eventually they drag him back. Usually they go together to get him, but sometimes Bart will just nyoom him back in 0.5 seconds.

They have had impromptu sleepovers in a large and varied selection of places, but never Drake Manor.

They all had different reactions to realizing they weren't fully human/technically serving evil entities. Bart, after a brief moral twinge, was basically like 'cool guess I'm doing this now'. Conner never knew anything else, so he was chill. Cassie panicked for a while after she started killing. It got worse when she realized she enjoyed it, until a member of the Hunt found her and explained it. She got more used to it, but the horror didn't fully go away until she met Conner and Bart, who were both so comfortable with themselves that she began to become comfortable with herself. Tim tried...vaguely to not become an avatar. At first, he thought it was mental illness and tried therapy, but gave up pretty early on. Eventually, he realized something supernatural was happening, and went out to find answers. On the way he found the rest of YJ.

Tim was the last to join. Bart and Conner met first when Bart just straight up crashed into Conner, then they helped Cassie escape from the police after a kill. The three of them found Tim sneaking unnoticed through a highly secure government facility(don't ask how they got there, they don't know either), and were like 'yeah that's weird'.

So yeah, there's more rambling lol. I could probably say more but long post lol :)) thanks for asking!

[dawazhaxidele]

The Dalai Lama clique cannot disassociate itself from violence

After the Lhasa incident, in the Aba Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture in Sichuan and the Gannan Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture in Gansu, a small number of lawless lamas and lawless elements in society also carried out violent incidents of beating, smashing, looting and burning. At the same time, the Dalai Lama clique also extended its violent activities abroad, organizing personnel to violently attack more than ten Chinese embassies and consulates in the United States, the United Kingdom, France, and India. "Tibetan independence" elements burned the Chinese flag, toppled the walls of the embassy and consulates, and broke into the embassy and consulates to destroy facilities, posing a serious threat to the safety of personnel and property of China's overseas institutions. The Dalai Lama clique deliberately distorts the truth about the violence. On March 14, the Dalai Lama issued a statement through his Personal Secretariat, beautifying the violence in Lhasa as a "peaceful protest." On the same day, the "Tibetan Government in Exile" also issued a statement, calling the violence in Lhasa "a peaceful demonstration by Tibetans to express their dissatisfaction with China's policies." On March 16, when answering the British Broadcasting Corporation’s question “If you ask those demonstrators to stop completely, will they listen to you?”, the Dalai Lama further incited that “he will not ask them to stop because many demands come from the Tibetan people. Yes, I respect their wishes." After the Chinese government announced the truth about the violent incident of beating, smashing, looting and burning by lawless elements in Lhasa, some people close to the Dalai Lama in the world "reminded" the Dalai Lama that this incident would have a negative impact on his "non-violent image", and some even pointed out directly , the Dalai Lama’s previous statement of the “Three No’s Principles” was irresponsible and he was advised to change his attitude. The Dalai Lama changed his face again. On March 18, he stated at a press conference that "violent activities are wrong and we should not cultivate anti-China sentiments." "If the situation gets out of control, my only choice is to completely retire." Some discerning people in the international community immediately pointed out that the Dalai Lama's speech actually amounted to an admission that the Dalai Lama's clique was responsible for the violent activities in Lhasa. While the Dalai Lama is eager to get rid of his relationship with "violent incidents", his group is stepping up preparations for further violent activities. On March 15, the "Tibetan Youth Congress" held a meeting of the Central Executive Committee in Dharamshala, India, and unanimously passed a resolution to "immediately form guerrillas to enter the country secretly to carry out armed struggle." The "Tibetan Youth Congress" also formulated preliminary plans for personnel, funds, weapons purchases, etc., and planned to sneak into the country secretly through the Sino-Nepal border smuggling route that had been previously surveyed. The leader of the "Tibetan Youth Congress" said that in order to achieve complete victory, we are ready to sacrifice at least 100 more Tibetans. “49 years ago, in order to maintain the decadent feudal serfdom system, the Dalai Lama clique launched an all-out armed rebellion under the banner of nationality and religion, and suffered a complete failure. Forty-nine years later, the Dalai Lama clique attempted to use the opportunity of Beijing to host the Olympic Games to use ethnicity and religion as a guise to disrupt Tibetan areas with violence and achieve a breakthrough in the "Tibetan independence cause." However, the violent activities planned and instigated by the Dalai Lama clique are unpopular and have been unanimously opposed by the entire Chinese people, including the Tibetan people. They have also been condemned by people who hold a fair and objective attitude in the international community.

[rauthschild]

The only people who (generally-speaking) have to obey and pay attention to Federal Code are Federal Employees.  

That should be pretty obvious, but where people get confused is that in a small percentage of circumstances, Federal Code DOES apply to people who are otherwise not obligated. 

This is because about 8% of all Federal Code ever published (specifically those things that are published in the Congressional Record as opposed to the Federal Register) concern the special circumstances wherein an otherwise average Autochthonous American becomes subject to Federal Code. 

We become subject to Federal Code when we voluntarily enter Federal buildings and other enclaves.  Every time you enter a Post Office, for example, you are on their turf and are expected to honor their law. 

Same way when we enter army bases and other government facilities.  It's their little bubble and while in their bubble, we have to obey their rules. 

The same applies when you engage -- voluntarily --- always note that it has to be voluntary on your part -- in the interstate manufacture, transportation, or sale of "federally regulated substances" which are limited in our case to: alcohol, tobacco, and firearms. 

Note that intrastate (activities occurring totally within your State of the Union) manufacture, transportation or sale of alcohol, tobacco and firearms in-state is  NOT subject to any federal regulation. 

The State of State organizations try to horn in and pretend that they are acting as custodians of the State interest and sneak in compliance with whatever their parent corporations are selling, like restrictions on marijuana and hemp products, for example --- but they actually have no contract to act as custodians and now that our Autochthonous State Assemblies are in Session, the Nation-State Assemblies get to speak to the activities of the State of State organizations purportedly undertaken on our behalf. 

These State of State organizations are corporate franchises of the Federal parent corporation, so if the parent has no regulatory authority, neither do the franchises. 

Read this:

Unless you are voluntarily participating in a federally regulated activity or voluntarily entering federal premises, and engaging in activities that the federal government is authorized to regulate, Federal Code does not apply to you, Autochthonous Black, Brown and Coppertone American. 

The only reason an average Autochthonous American would have to cite Federal Code would be if: (1) they are voluntarily engaging in a federally regulated activity or entered upon federal turf and are asking questions about it, or (2) they are reminding their Public Employees of the limitations of their roles, in which case, they need to plainly state their intention and reason for citing Federal Code. 

Inappropriate references to Federal Code have been a bane for the patriot community for many years, and have led to many people being subjected to false arrest, fines, and jail time, because when you cite Federal Code it creates a reasonable presumption that you are standing under Federal Code --- unless you take pains to explicitly say, "You are a public employee so I am reminding you of the Federal Code." 

However, remember that only U.S. Citizens are bound to Federal Code in general. 

Municipal United States employees are only bound to Title 50, so you can get into trouble citing any other portions of Federal Code to them.  

And how many of you can tell the difference between a U.S. Citizen and a Municipal citizen? 

Joe Average American is better off not talking about Federal Code at all, unless of course he does so in the form of pointed questions about Federal Code. 

Such as: 

How does the law you are relying on define a "Motor Vehicle" and, come to that, how do you presume that my car is a motor vehicle? 

(Their answer: you registered it. Your answer: I was forced to register under color of law, wasn't I?  And we all know that, don't we?)

You can get away with anything in these courts and they cannot touch you so long as you phrase it as a question.  

Are you arresting me, and if so, under what authority? 

Why am I not being provided with an attorney? 

Where is the emergency, Officer?  (They aren't supposed to stop you in the absence of an emergency.) 

Where is the contract obligating me to obey you or your legislature? (State of State Constitutions were not ratified by you or your State, so....) 

What guarantees will you give me if I comply? 

What equitable consideration have I received in exchange for my assets? 

Is a home mortgage a public debt? 

Once a home mortgage is paid off, who owns the home? 

What is my status if I pay off a mortgage? (All the time you are paying a mortgage you are considered a tenant in your own home, and once you pay it off, you are considered a Lease-holder to a future Lease Purchase Agreement which is never forthcoming.) 

Why would I or anyone else enter into a mortgage if the nature and terms of the mortgage were fully disclosed? 

If my car is a commercial vehicle, why isn't the purchase price and all interest and other costs associated with it 100% tax deductible? 

(They can't have it both ways. It's either a "Motor Vehicle" engaged in commerce and all costs are deductible as business expenses, or it's a private car.)

If my house mortgage represents a debt that the State Trust owes on the property and I am assuming their debt, why am I not told this?

The Truth in Lending Act requires full disclosure, so why is it that neither the bank nor the servicing agent ever mentioned the fact that the house I was buying was considered a State Trust property? 

Even after I pay the mortgage debt of the State Trust off, will I own my own home, or will it still be State Trust property? 

You get the drift.  

Asking pointed questions is the safe way to approach all matters associated with public officials and public officers of all kinds-- prosecutors, judges, political appointees, etc.

Citing Federal Code creates unnecessary risk. 

So stop citing Federal Code. 

[otacringe]

At the risk of sounding entirely insensitive, I still have got to ask: do you think 9/11 is non-canonical in the Ace Attorney universe? Considering how easy it was for the Phantom to sneak bombs into the space center, and how easy it was for him to get past staff-only restrictions in a government facility, one could assume that an event like 9/11 did not happen; thus the security at airports and other high risk areas would not be as high as they are in today's society. Trucy was literally able to hide in Edgeworth's suitcase and get on a plane, several times, therefore this tragedy may have not occurred at all in the lawyer universe.

no don't worry my sense of humor began with that fake gbc game called "terrifying 9/11" the most i care about it is how it made like half the country more racist

this is actually an interesting question though! considering aa is meant to be set in america in english, i'd say yeah, that's most likely the case in english. i don't know about the original japanese storyline, though, because i don't know how japan handles security. the ace attorney universe probably follows some very confusing timeline logic anyways considering that flip phones still used in 2015 by people that aren't me so there are many questions to answer about it.

[tparker48]

Request for Vore-Writer

It was about a week of reports on the capacity of jail cells around the states as many of the facilities started to pile up on top of each others. Filling towards its breaking point while ensuring each prisoner in their custody was secured in their own cells. But with increase in prisoners booked in each cell, it started to become tedious to keep them all under control. So the government decided to try out a new method of reducing the capacity. Previously, scientists designed a machine that can shrink anything that it zaps. Reducing its size to just about anything as it provided them with an opportunity for reduction.

But that would lead to the next issue, how would they ensure that the containers would sustain the prisoners? And not allow them to escape? Well, that question was quickly answered on the day of thursday. When very a large but quite slim man strolled into the prison to do some time. Passing through the check in section as he was scanned for anything he snuck in. He was clear of any metal material that he could potentially sneak in, but there was something else that made the officer's heads turn. Looking at the x-ray, there was an additional skeleton appearing on the screen as it twisted and turned along his crotch area. Its form kicking against the round layer of the sac's walls as it pushed one of the orbs forward.

They were astonished at what they were seeing, double taking a look at the slender prisoner as it almost looked nothing was happening on the outside. They were about to proceed with extracting the said form from the prisoner's balls, but was stopped as a hand hovered over the screen by the chief. His head puzzling for a second before an idea popped into his head. Why use containers to keep the little ones, when we can use the bigger ones in public to reduce the capacity. It was peculiar idea at the time as it was first brought up to the facility. But it seemed to gain a lot of traction from the government officials as a new method was adopted for each prison. But how will those selected comply with it? Well, for that they'll be reviewing the summarization of data collected from 3 participants who volunteered.

Prisoner 108 and 109:

Within the deeper parts of the gym, Terrance would be at the lockers as he tended to his dirty clothes after the workout. Tossing his tainted shorts and tank top over his should while he moved around in his boxers. Giving his bulge a little scratch while it swayed between his thighs. But retracted back as a force underneath kicked back. The tight fabric along it morphing into small lumps as its form shifted sporadically.

"Finally up ay boys? Remember what I said about getting me riled up.." He soothed through his voice, gripping his bulge with firm force as he caressed over the orbs. "No matter how much cum starts to build in there, its not coming out until you have your break time back home" He responded, Jostling his bulge's plump form between the digits of his fingers before grabbing onto the waistband. "although, all this action is really making them feel hot. I suppose it couldn't hurt to air them out."

Looking around to see if was clear, he hoisted them slowly downward as he slinked the leg holes off his thighs. His low hangers soon flopping out in between their gap as the two orbs swung in place. Each appearing almost swol and balloon like, as the little lumps from the two inside trailed around its clammy surface. "Aah that's much better" Terrance roared, basking in the humid scent that trailed from his balls before kicking his briefs off of his foot. Picking them up as well as he tossed them along his shoulders to join the rest. "Let's say we hit the showers shall we? You already got me in the mood" He claimed towards his sac, cupping a hand around the two orbs as he fumbled them around like dice. Kicking open the door with his foot as he let it close behind.

Prisoners 123 and 168:

The night would be cool in the Richard's house as the lights in the other room would be turned off for night. His bedroom's now being the only light source within the hall while it shined through into the hallway. Inside, the sound of running water would echo behind a closed door as Richard's grunts followed it. Sitting along the stool of the toilets as he would be in deep concetration. A hand wrapped along his shaft as its grip clenched along its flaccid form.

"Nah...nah..hah" Richard muttered undeneath his breath, closing his eyes as he fell into a blissful trance. His body becoming more hot from the action all the while steam from the running water made the strokes more easier. Heating up the skin along his cock as its firm strokes grew more faster. Pumping itself like a machine as he could feel the blood inside pulse through the length. Straightening his back, he pointed his hips forward as his rear scooted itself halfway off the stool. Pointing his cock high into the air, as his slit slowly started to drip pre between its lips.

Focusing on its liquid state inside his shaft, it guided him towards his balls as he concentrated on the inmates tucked inside. Knocking along the tender walls while the chamber swirled with his seed. With stroke he made on his shaft, the feeling grew stronger as more pre leaked out. A drizzle of it now spilling out onto his bare lap as he wiped it off with one of the tissues. An easy mess to pick up, but it was only a portion of what came next as his body locked in place.

"Aah!" Richard roared out, his seed exponging out from his shaft like a fountain as he felt it rush through his body. His balls emptying themselves as their swollen form pulled upward from the skin. Two lumps soon trailed out of them as they pushed themselves through the loose skin of the sac. Entering into the base as Richard's seed began to jitter. Clogging its flow as the flowing fountain came to an abrupt stop.

Looking down, Richard rolled his eyes as he knew exactly what the issue was that caused it. Two pairs of arms sticking out from his cum-filled slit as one of them reached out to grab something. The other prying at the lips surrounding them while the head pulsed from the additional excitement. "You were close boys, but the ride's already left the station" Richard taunted nonchalantly, letting go of his shaft as he used its muscle to hold it up. Wrapping a condom around the top of it as he gave his body a firm squeeze.

Catapulting the two prisoners into the elastic chamber as wads that were caught in between carried them down. Collecting themselves towards the bottom as its ballooned tip stuck out. Shaking his shaft to make sure it was empty, he them took off the condom and wrapped the opening together. Carrying it up towards his face as he gazed at the two inside. "This should suffice while your cells are ready for you again. For now, try not to fight for the space in there." He suggested to them, juggling the elastic fabric before hanging it by a clip along the wall.

Prisoner 195 and 197

The night would still be young as Michael and his wife Katey chilled in their hotel room. The lights dimmed down just enough to see through the surrounding area as she laid across the bed. Michael slowly approaching from the front while his eyes never left hers. "Get ready for a great night Baby!" He soothed intimately, unfastening his robe before he slowly sinked into the bed. Laying his body against hers as he tucked his head along her left shoulder. Giving a slight kiss along her neck as his breath washed into the pillow below.

"you always were the affecfionate type" she lightly laughed, hugging him in more close as she carressed his back. Unfastening the tie on the front side, she brushed her chest against his as he guided Michael's head towards hers. Embracing him with a soft kiss as the two rolled over one another. Michael colliding against the left side of the bed, While Katey collided along the other side. Continuing to kiss each other, their grinds started to become more firm as the legs started to dance over one another. Feeling the bare skin rub together as the two huffed into the air. But his wife halted for a split second when another feeling lingered below. Michael's hefty sac now rested between the gap of her crotch area as its loose skin spraweled over her pussy. Little lumps soon becoming more clear when she felt a slight knead collided with its tender lips. "Didn't know you were carrying luggage dear" She lightly taunted at him.

"Ah crap, I forgot to let them out. Meant to do it earlier but was in a rush to come to you."

"Aww, I appreciate that" she responded with a kiss, getting up to her knees as she lightly pushed at the left side of Michael's thigh. Ushering it over til his backside flattened against the surface of the bed. Exposing Michael's cock along his lap as it slowly pulsed in its stiff state. Cupping his balls over into her hand as she scooped it up to look at it.

"A-ah easy down there" Michael huffed.

"Hmm.." His wife puzzled as she monitored the lumps, bouncing the sac lightly in her palm as she felt its weight sink into her finger. "These boys certainly ran you through the works huh dear? Well, let's give you a chance to let some steam out. Starting with this.."

"With what?" Michael asks towards her, beginning to tilt his head upward to see but was forced back by a sudden suction below. One of his balls plunged into his wife's mouth as he felt her tongue lay across the skin. Lathering around it like a clam does its pearl as it caressed as its egg shaped form. "K-katey!" His voice heightened from the pleasure around the orb, his slit beginning to leak a bit of pre as it proceedes to drip down its length.

"Hmhm.." His wife lightly laughed. Grabbing around the shaft like a lever as she slowly moved it around with a firm twist. Continuing to caress her tongue against the orb inside as she could feel the lumps inside stir around her mouth. Feeling it at the top of the roof, before plastering itself back onto her tongue.

"Ooo hell yes" Michael huffed, arching his hips forward as more pre leaked out his cock. Its once slim stream now coming out in wads as the goo trickled onto his wife's nose. A relaxed expression spreading across her face as she slowly removed the large sac from her mouth. Letting it flop back into his lap while she moved her hands towards the base of his cock. Gliding it up its length as the wads dripping off its sides collected along her wrist. Then, as her head hovered over the flexing shaft, she gave the head a soft kiss as her lips massaged over its shroom-like form. Fondling at the balls as she carressed over its round corners.

"Katey..Im gonna..Aah!" Michael roared out in pleasure, his seed expunging out from his shaft like a fountain as the stream rocketed towards the bedframe. One of the prisoners carried along with it as their form splashed against the wooden wall. As the rest of the seed came out, the fountain ceased its force as the rest spilled onto his lap. His wife further below looking at him as she relaxed over his legs. Gazing at the shaft as it was now drenched in the thick white substance.

"Wow dear, think that one must have been a long one. telling by how far that little guy went, I can definitely see how tempting it'd be to volunteer" she said towards him, rocking the tip of his shaft with a finger as she admired it.

"Well..you got me there. They're tedious to keep a hold on them inside."

"I bet, and while that one over there's dripping along the wall, the other seems to still be here" she responded, cupping his sac once more as the little lumps now resided on the left side. "Just look at all those little lumps" she cooed, tapping at the bulky sac as it reacted with a flex.

"Ah. remember, easy."

"I know, I know" she playfully rolled her eyes. Shifting her body upward as she laid back along the front. Laying into Michael's side as she nuzzled into his neck. "We'll leave that one for later. What do you want tondo with that one up there?" she pointed at the little guy above. Still stuck against the goop as the rest trailed down.

"Hmm...we'll leave him there for now" he responded back, drawing out a yawn soon after "let him have his time outside a bit" bringing his wife closer, he gave a light kiss along her forehead as he laid onto his pillow. Katey soon joining him as she touched her nose with his. "Good night."

"Good Night Dear."

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Vigilante au you say👀👀👀 tell me more bestie are they both vigilantes, is only one of them a vigilante and they play a game of cat and mouse, could they possibly be rival vigilantes :0c I just gotta know

ok, forgive me for how long this is…. i’m just copying the planning from my notes from a month ago <3 but i feel like it explains it better than i could <3

grian is a really really good hero. everyone, heroes and civilians alike, absolutely adores him. he’s amazing at what he does, but he’s also a bit of a prankster so the kids love him. however, he starts to feel like he’s being watched by something. he notices things in the shadows, eyes places where they shouldn’t be. after a fight with a someone, grian finds the rift under the city. afterwards, he starts getting stronger, more durable, angrier, thirstier for blood, more maniacal.

after an explosion that nearly kills three people, grian becomes a villain. he’s proud of the blood on his hands, the eyes encourage him. the heroes can’t seem to stop him, with his increased speed and strength and the way he knows, sees, watches. he gets shot during a fight, and then when he’s sure he’s going to die, he wakes up in an infinity room.

the watchers talk to him and tell him he was supposed to be one of them, that there’s on two options: to watch or to be watched. grian needs to make a choice. he wakes up and his wound had been almost completely healed. majorly disoriented, scared, and not listing for any more blood, he goes to the only place he knows could be safe: to mumbo and scar.

he tells them everything he can. they help him retrace his steps and they end up at the rift. the three of them sneak up to it, it doesn’t affect mumbo or scar but it makes grian’s head dizzy with power. grian passes out from the intensity of it all. mumbo and scar freak out because they don’t know what to do.

grains hand (in which he has been hiding this whole time) falls limp and mumbo and scar can see the outline of an eye and the pupil is looking around. they freak out even more and they’re whisper yelling at each other because they don’t want to get caught in a government facility with a known fugitive. employees start waking in so they drag grain into a bathroom. being away from the rift lessons the power it has in grian so he starts to wake up and immediately pukes into the toilet. mumbo and scar are just grateful they don’t have to clean it up.

they ask grian what happened and grian says he doesn’t know but he has an inkling. and they ender-pearl out so they can actually talk about it and grian tells them he think the rift is giving him powers, that it’s probably connected to the watchers.

by talking about it grian accidentally summons a meeting with them. they tell him he needs to close the rift. they have a tiny little spat where grian gets angry and the infinity rooms starts to crack. then grian asks them how to close the rift in exchange for answers.

they tell him he already knows. grian breaks down crying because he doesn’t and he’s frustrated and confused and he just wants answers. they tell him the entity will guide his way, which is the vaguest thing grian has ever heard but he digresses.

he wakes up on the sofa in his and scar’s apartment with a start. mumbo and scar scold him for passing out twice within the span of like two hours, but grian’s not listening. he’s trying to figure out who (or what) the entity is and why it might be the key to closing the rift. he pulls out his phone and googles it and lo and behold, a big rock with legs spontaneously appeared when the rift opened. grian interrupts them and tells them that he has to go to the entity and mumbo and scar insist on going with lest grian pass out again.

so they have a little roadtrip and it’s the comfort in the hurt/comfort tag and it’s the fluff in the fluff and angst tag and it’s the only thing they get. they arrive at the entity and sneak in. grian asks what to do under his breath, not loud enough for mumbo or scar to hear, and the entity talks to him.

scar and mumbo didn’t hear anything. the entity explains that only grian can hear him because they are both made of the rift. the entity tells him that he: one, made the rift by interfering with the mortal realm. two, made the entity. three, has two options for closing rift lest it continue to corrupt him and then others eventually and wreak havoc and bring on the apocalypse.

the two options are to permanently leave the watchers, abandon the power that he unknowingly siphons and forget his past lives, forget everyone he knew and loved or to go back to the watchers fully, never again to interfere, never again see the people he loved but remember them and watch them as they live and die then live again.

the entity tells him that there is not much time until grian will be forced to make the decision. they go back home and the ride is a bit more somber but they turn on the radio and mumbo rewires it to play a movie and scar is telling hushed stories of myths and legends. grian is soaking it all up, as if it’s the last time he gets to, it might be.

when they get back to mumbo and scar’s apartment, they all settle into the couch and watch some tv and during a quiet lull of the show. grian asks for their advice, and asks if he’s being selfish. mumbo and scar comfort him and tell him that they’ll support whatever decision he makes.

grian is forced to ponder it for a few days. he can’t work to get his mind off of it because he’s a fugitive and any hobbyish activity he does during the day only gives him more opportunity to dread it. he doesn’t want to lose the memories of all the past lives, which prove that his friends chose him just as much as he chose them. he doesn’t want to lose the memories of flowers in fields and waterfalls and dragons.

he also doesn’t want to lose the chance to make more memories, make better memories, make memories that feel so surreally familiar like it must’ve already happened. he wants to stay a little more than he wants to leave, he wants to experience vividly, not watch from the sidelines but he can’t shake the feeling he’s being selfish, he’s wanting more than he’s giving back.

so he forces himself to tell the watchers he’ll join them, to close the riff and watch over humanity. grian looks down at the palms of his hands, and tells the watchers he’s ready to close the rift and he’s in the inifinity room before he can even blink. because the watchers have watched and watched, they know grian’s answer before he says it.

they tell him that they are sad to see him go, but they understand his decision, understand the weight of the ultimatum left upon his shoulders. grian’s confused because that wasn’t the decision he made, he was going to leave. the watchers tell him, that it was the choice he made, in his heart.

grian’s shocked still for a moment, but let’s them continue. they explain what will happen, the eyes will disappear, the wings will stay, the rift will close, and any memory of any past life will be stripped away. grian’s heart aches at the thought because he only just started to remember them all.

he can feel the feeling of eyes on the back of his head fall away. the pressure to act, to perform, to be watched lifts and grian is free, but when he wakes up, he remembers. the entity’s voice echoes in his head even from miles away. it was a gift, from the watchers, for his bravery, for his sacrifice (and almost to quiet to hear even in his own head, for his creation of the entity that kept the watchers company).

grian nearly sobs with relief as every memory he’s had of his friends floods through him like a title wave of nostalgia aching to be known, held, cherished. news sites report that the rift and the entity have disappeared.

yet, while grian is free and relieved and happy, he’s also hopelessly lost with what he’s going to do now. he’s a fugitive, a murderer, a villain. he can never be a hero again, not even if he was forgiven, not when the public has seen what he’s done. a part of him doesn’t want to with how quickly he was brushed aside and ridiculed after his mishaps.

mumbo and scar come home to him asleep on the couch with tear stained cheeks. they nudge him awake and ask him what’s wrong and he tells them everything that happened. they tell him not to worry, that he should just get some rest and that it would all be okay. grian listens, because mainly he has no other choice.

mumbo and scar explain to him that after grian left, some things in the hero organization started to feel a little off. little things that they noticed but didn’t pay that much mind to. scar and mumbo tell grian that they’ve quit, and are going to become vigilantes, he joins them.

grian thanks the watchers for letting him keep his memories, so he can file away his friends’ smiles with the rest of them. he knows they’re watching, he knows they’ve heard.

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《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 10 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

Other snippets and storyboards can be found on [Master List]

Exactly 851 days - 2 years, 4 months and 11 days - after Wei Wuxian arrived at Gusu and began his mission as a sleeper agent, he was activated.

That chilly morning, he walked into the pastry shop - a front maintained by a decade-long Wen spy - a walk he'd done hundred of times on hundreds of mornings since he arrived. He breezed past the packaging counter, skipped through the faded cotton drapes, and rounded behind the back staircase to the room where Xue Yang always waited for him. Only this time, it was not just his candy-obsessed, murder-happy shidi, but a face he hadn't seen in many, many months. "...Shifu?" Wen Zhuliu's visit meant the end of his carefree days. It's time. That night, Wei Wuxian did not look at either Lan Wangji or Jiang Yanli when he bid "dianxia" and "Jiang-zhuzi" good night. He pretended to retire to bed early, after washing himself of his servant's exterior and donning his robes of night-black. He laid in the dark, waiting for time to pass, and reminded himself of his true purpose. He was never meant to care about these people; love these people. Jiang Yanli was not his doting foster sister; Lan Wangji was not his beloved wangye. I am Wei Wuxian of the great Qishan Wen. Nevernight is my home. I am a spy. Gusu is my enemy. Wei Wuxian kept his eyes closed, his breathing even, and his heartbeat slow. In the lonely quiet, he waited, and waited, and waited. Until the candlelight around the princely manor dimmed to nothing, until the night grew still and the moon shone bright and high in the dark, dark sky. Reaching under the floorboard beneath his bed, Wei Wuxian retrieved his life-long companion from its hiding place and released it from its sheath. "Hello, old friend." He whispered, stroking the blade edge. Suibian's steel glistened with cold malevolence in the stark, pale moonlight.

It would be another year before WWX's identity is discovered. During that time, he lived a double life. In the day, he was Lan Wangji's precious Wei Ying, and at night, he was the blade in Wen Ruohan's hand, stealing, killing and destroying on command. His assignments were not always murder; sometimes it required him to break into secure facilities and obtain copies of certain documents. He was never alone on these jobs; there was always someone convalescing with him from within. Slowly, he began to realize just how deep Wen Ruohan's spy network had infiltrated Gusu's foundation. In a way, it excited him, to know that the posturing and pretending would soon be over, that in the near future a quick war would sweep across the land and unite the two nations. In another way, it frightened him to the bones.

Wei Wuxian killed 37 individuals within the span of a year, 37 men and women of different ranks, status and stations. He did not always know why these people needed to die; in fact, he often didn't and preferred it that way. If he didn't know the motive, then he couldn't argue against the reason, and thus could go on believing that what Wen Ruohan did was ultimately for the betterment of everyone. The men of Gusu were weak - Wei Wuxian was always told - they were not fit to rule. The people of Gusu would be better served under a united empire. He repeated this statement to himself before every job, but over time, the mantra on his tongue began to lose its flavour.

In the meantime however, Lan Wangji and Jiang Yanli quickly formed a strong plan on how they wanted to live out the rest of their lives. Lan Wangji never quite enjoyed laying with women, but Jiang Yanli had just enough wickedness behind her demure exterior that things were... well, interesting. In any case, it was not long before she came to him all smiles and whispered the good news over luncheon .

"Truly?" Lan Wangji set down his chopsticks. "Hm uhm." Jiang Yanli dapped her mouth delicately. "Now, perhaps it's a good time to discuss how dianxia should go about winning A-Xian's affection. He's under the impression you've cast him aside on taishi's orders and has been giving him the cold shoulder." "I wasn't." Lan Wangji defended himself, distressed and slightly offended. "It's just, huangshu's been watching me like a hawk. I was afraid any further attempt to be closer to him would give my uncle reason to remove him from my household entirely." Jiang Yanli was sympathetic. "The summer hunt is in two week's time, and afterwards, since bixia always likes to finish the night on the river with fireworks, perhaps...." She let the sentence dangle, a knowing smile playing at her lips. Lan Wangji felt hope.

Unfortunately, a little hiccup happened before the hunt could take place. Jin Ziyan falsely believed that Wei Wuxian had fallen out of favour with Lan Wangji and was itching to show him his place. Poor Mo Xuanyu was caught in the middle. Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian was an audacious one, but not so stupid that he could be easily goaded into committing a grave offence. Thus, Jin Ziyan planned to cause an incident in the garden whereby poor Mo Xuanyu would unwittingly "offend" him, and he would publicly announce a punishment that was harsher than necessary. He made sure that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian were near by, as they usually took a mid-afternoon stroll after lunch. True to his predictions, Wei Wuxian could not stop himself for interfering on Mo Xuanyu's behalf. Then in their altercation, Jin Ziyan would fall into the pond, making it seem as though Wei Wuxian was the one who shoved him out of anger. Oh but a lowly servant shoving Hanguang-wang's deputy consort into the pond??! He was as good as dead. What's more, everything happened on the same afternoon that Lan Qiren was scheduled to visit Lan Wangji to discuss matters of court. If it was only Lan Wangji, Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian would suffer little consequence, but taishi tolerated no insubordination or churlish behaviour of any kind.

Lan Qiren was incensed, livid, but he was not hasty to deal the punishment. Instead he turned to his nephew and asked, whilst fully knowing the answer, "Wangji, your household follows the regulations that govern all princely manors, does it not?" "It does, huangshu." "Then tell me what is the punishment reserved for a servant for daring to lay hands on a deputy consort and to cause physical harm to said consort?" "It....I - huangshu -" "What is the rule?" Lan Wangji knew very well that the punishment was death for any servant, maid or eunuch who dared to harm any member of the harem. But Wei Ying, his Wei Ying... "Wei Ying is very precious to Yanli and to Yunmeng-hou. As well..." Lan Wangji hesitated. "Yanli is with child again. It is still very early so we thought it best not to announce it lest we have a repeat of last time. It would not do to upset her at this time." Lan Qiren was extremely dissatisfied with his answer, but conceded for Jiang Yanli's sake. "I'm glad, Wangji, that you've found your way back to your proper companions. This Wei Wuxian clearly has been spoiled to the point of impropriety. His actions today are utterly unacceptable and cannot be allowed to go unpunished or else others would surely follow his example. Guards!" "Detain Wei Wuxian. Have him strung up on a post in the servants' courtyard and give him fifty lashes. No food nor drink. Sun or rain, he is not to be let down until dusk tomorrow." "Huangshu!" Lan Wangji's head buzzed, as though someone had struck him squarely in the temple. His chest felt tight, and his heart ached where it rebelled inside him. "Please -" "He has his life. That is mercy enough."

Wei Wuxian was stripped down to his trousers only and tied up to a post, his hands bound together above him and his bare feet never finding purchase on the ground no matter how he struggled. This fucking suck ass. Jin Ziyan you're a dead man. When all fifty lashes were dealt, even the guards were sweating through their robes. They left him dangling there in the blistering summer heat. A young maid dared to try and sneak him some water but was thwarted by an older momo. "What do you think you're doing, lassie? Did you not hear taishi, no food or drink until dusk tomorrow. Do you want lashes too? Go on! Go!" It rained hard all through the night, only easing up at dawn, but the aftermath of the storm left the air muggy and humid. Combined with the heat, it felt as though he was being steamed alive like a wheat bun. At some point during the second day, Wei Wuxian finally lost consciousness. He was not aware when Lan Wangji barged into the courtyard against Lan Qiren's explicit orders and cut him free.

Really tho, i just want this scene to happen (╹ڡ╹ ) "I'm sorry." Wei Wuxian blinked at Lan Wangji's hunched figure sitting at his bedside. "Whatever for? You saved me, dianxia." Lan Wangji, "But it was my attention that put you in such a position in the first place. Huangshu was looking for a reason to punish you since that day he saw us in my study." Wei Wuxian, "dianxia..." "I find you... lovely, Wei Ying," confessed Lan Wangji with a heavy sigh. His ears burned red not only with the embarrassment of a youth in love but with shame. "I wish for your company, even when you have no desire to be part of my harem. Now I know my mistake. I should have respected the boundaries. I should've known my attention on you would incite jealousy from the others, and as a servant, you have no means of protecting yourself. This is entirely my fault." Wei Wuxian's heart fluttered despite himself. He quickly shook his head. "No dianxia, please don't blame yourself -" Lan Wangji, "perhaps I should send you back to Jiang-fu; I'm sure Jiang-xiao-gongzi would be delighted to have your company back. You would be safe there." Jiang Wanyin had come to visit his sister the very next day after Wei Wuxian was sentenced to whipping. He was one of the most accomplishment young men of his generation, anticipated to be a great general. Nie Mingjue had thought highly of him and had expected great things from this youth. Though perhaps what the late feng-jun found truly commendable was Jiang Wanyin's complete lack of pretense and his short-fuse temper. That is to say, he did not hesitate to get in Lan Wangji's face. His sister would have chastised him, had she not been so preoccupied by her tears. Wei Wuxian, "Jiang...Jiang Cheng was here?" "He was, and he was very upset about your condition. He left many fine medicine and ointments for you." Lan Wangji sighed again. "I shall speak with Yanli. If she is amenable, then I shall make arrangements for you to go back to Jiang-fu. You would not have to put up with me any longer." Lan Wangji stood up. Wei Wuxian grasped his sleeve immediately. In that moment, he could not tell if his panic was derived from his worry that he would not be able to complete his assignment if Lan Wangji were to send him away or if he simply did not wish to part with the prince. "Dianxia - I - I don't want to leave. I - it's true I had once rejected you, but...would you think less of me if I said your attention … hasn't been unwanted for a while, that I have come to enjoy them." At Lan Wangji's widened eyes, Wei Wuxian continued quickly. "You need not give me anything, no elevation, no rank. I don't care about any of that. I am a man, I have no ability to give you children. Nor do I have any family who would benefit from your continued favour of me. I am an orphan, dianxia, I have no place to go. I just....don't send me away. Please let me stay! I'm not afraid of Jin Ziyan, or taishi, or anything!" Lan Wangji sat back down. His hand trembled when he laid it on top of Wei Wuxian's. "Wei Ying...?" Wei Wuxian smiled, still radiant despite his pale complexion. "Dianxia -" "Lan Zhan. No more dianxia, I only want to hear you call me by my name." Wei Wuxian flushed pink. The blush was real, as was the pleased little smile he tried to hide. "Lan Zhan, Wei Ying is yours, if you still want him." The worst part of that was that he meant it. Just the mere thought of being held by Lan Wangji, of being kissed by him, of... so many other wonderful possibilities, made Wei Wuxian want to hide his flaming face into his pillow. Lan Wangji smiled. Quietly, he lifted Wei Wuxian's hand and pressed a kiss to the inner side of his wrist. "Rest, I will be right here." Wei Wuxian felt his treacherous little heart soar: oh no … oh no no no no ….. (Xue Yang's voice in narration: and it was in this moment, that Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up.) The cruellest thing Wei Wuxian ever did was give Lan Wangji hope knowing that one day he would take it all away.

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Rumors and Secrets: Victor | 李泽言

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Chapter 1 Page 1 It's no exaggeration to say that the name "Li Zeyan" has run through my entire high school era.  This "evil fate" probably starts with a 31-point Chinese test paper. I'm Gao Qishan, only 17 years old at that time, but there are so many things that usually interest me. Games, animations, and football are nothing compared than reading a book in a room. But hey, it's a pity that my dad doesn't think so. "I only scored 31 points in the Chinese test, and I'm still here with a hippie smile!" In the study, the old man blew his beard, looking disappointed, "How can my son be so useless!" Page 2 "Your son is very capable. I was the MVP of the basketball game last night!" "Your PPP is useless! You are in the second year of high school, not the second grade of elementary school! You have a 31-point score and you have a face to play basketball? You don't have any shame or a competitive spirit. Do you not want to go to college anymore?!"  . I was about to reply impatiently, the old man took out a magazine from somewhere, poked his hand at the cover and yelled at me: "Look at the person. He founded the company at the age of 20. In just two years, he has been on the "Business Rising Stars" cover interview! Look at yourself again, someone who is almost 17 years old and does not have the realization of it, do you want to be in the worst generation in the future, ah?!" Page 3 I'm not happy to hear this: "What's so great about starting a company? Your son, I will start a company in minutes!” "I'm almost out of school, and I started my own company? Oh, I'm going to be better!" The old man raised his head, and the thick magazine almost hit my handsome face.  "Learn from others, and don't give me daydreaming here!" Page 4 I grabbed this "Business Rising Stars" with enthusiasm. A decent young man in a suit was looking ahead through the photo. On the cover was a striking headline: "Li Zeyan, an astounding leader in Lianyu City.” "This title is exaggerated!" Even if I was taught by Lao Gao, I was inexplicably better compared with this Li Zeyan, and I just threw the magazine under the sofa. Who wants to learn from him? Just looking at it is a tarnish to my ability! Page 5 But somehow, at night I tossed and turned and I couldn't fall asleep! The more I closed my eyes, the more uncomfortable I was, what did Li Zeyan do. When I turned over for the 100th time, I suddenly sat up. It was a task by old Gao to read the magazine anyway, so I decided to retrieve the magazine and just take a look. After sneaking into the study room, it took me a long time to find the magazine in the innermost part of the sofa. Page 6 "... Although Li Zeyan is only 22 years old, he is already the president of Huarui, an emerging medium-sized company in Lianyu City.  Starting from scratch, he started from a small office to now has hundreds of people. Every step he walks is particularly solid and decisive. Li Zeyan’s way of business is beyond ordinary. He is like a lion, born with a King's aura." All these compliments just for this, isn't it just descriptions of someone starting their own company? I just haven't paid much attention to reading.  Just relying on my ingenuity, and getting a high score on the tests, it is absolutely nothing when it comes to starting a company. Hmph, just you wait. Chapter 2 Page 1 The university in City A is not only one of the top five in the province, but also the top five in the country. It is a university that I, Gao Qishan was admitted to dignifiedly! How about that, I said I'm absolutely fine. In a blink of an eye, the freshman year has passed. In the past two years, I have also paid a little attention to Huarui. The development has been okay, it has not closed down, and the scale has doubled.  It's just normal development. Is it worth the old Gao's praise from time to time?  Every time he flipped through a financial magazine and sighed, "You are so young, so good", it sounds a bit too much. Page 2 As the saying goes, "Seeing is believing", I think this sentence is right.  Taking advantage of the summer vacation, I decided to apply for Huarui's summer internship to see in person how the company is, just not to waste my talents and financial knowledge. Soon I entered the building, but how can the interviewer in the middle feel a bit familiar, the more I look at it, the more I recognize... Wait, isn't it exactly Li Zeyan?! What's happening, is Huarui going bankrupt? Why is the president personally do the interviewing for the summer interns? Page 3 "Manager Chen has something to do, I happen to be free." Probably my shock expression was too obvious. Li Zeyan flipped through the information at hand and looked up at me blankly.  "Gao Qishan? First, briefly introduce yourself." I don't know what's going on. I was so startled by Li Zeyan that I couldn't help but straighten up.  After swallowing my throat, I mobilized all my attention, took a deep breath and said, "Hello, my name is Gao Qishan, and I am a freshman in the Department of Economics and Management of the University of City A..." Page 4 After introducing himself, Li Zeyan asked a few more related professional questions. This kind of small question is nothing to me. It seems that Huarui’s interview is nothing more than that. He occasionally knocked his fingers on the table subconsciously, and asked with a deep gaze: "Why do you want to come to Huarui for an internship?" The continuous response made me more and more relaxed. I changed my sitting position and quickly thought about how to deal with this new question. Judging from previous information, Li Zeyan is a person who likes to win at everything. He should appreciate the kind of answers that seem extraordinarily confident, right? Page 5 After carefully thinking about this, I straightened my back and raised my chin and said: Although Huarui is quite a new company, it has grown at an amazing speed, and the achievements it has made so far are obvious to all in the industry.  And although I am a freshman student, I think I have a very strong learning ability. In this regard, I have a lot of similarities with Huarui. Therefore, I think Huarui is very suitable for me and will definitely make me grow faster. Of course, I can definitely give back the same freshness and vitality for Huarui. With a confident smile, I finished my speech and waited quietly for Li Zeyan's nod. But to my surprise, a few seconds later I was greeted by a frown from Li Zeyan. Page 6 "It seems that you have confidence in yourself. To be a man and to do things really requires self-confidence, but everything must be controlled." Li Zeyan stared at me and said in a hurry, "Only by maintaining reflection and introspection can we truly make progress." I understood his words, and my face flushed. A few days later, I really received a notice from HR (Human Resources) and I didn't get hired. Page 7 Although I had a foreseeable result from Li Zeyan's remarks, when I really received a reply and recalled the interview scene, I was still very angry. After my sophomore year, I went back to the final exams and tried to fight for the first place. I'll make sure that my ambitions are not just mere words. I have written down the "new hatred and old hatred" on my notes. I will definitely use the shortest time to create my own territory, leaving Huarui far behind! Chapter 3 Page 1 Today is the first day of my "Yuanshan Group" moving to a new building.  Morning light came in from the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, and I stood by the desk, proudly holding on to the brand-new office chair. In the next semester of the junior year, I used the dividends I participated in the project as the start-up capital, and I didn't need a penny higher than the old one, so my "distant mountain" just rose from the ground.  Isn’t it just 20-year-old to start a company from scratch? What's the difficulty?  When I founded Yuanshan, I was exactly 21, and the rounding is almost the same as Li Zeyan.  Because of this, my old man, Lao Gao stopped training me long ago, and I guess he must have praised me secretly. Page 2 In just a few years, Yuanshan has grown from a small company of eight people to a scale that now occupies a seven-story high-end office building, and the suffix has also changed from "company" to the word "group".  To be honest, my founder is very satisfied with Yuanshan's growth.  Although there is still a certain distance from Huarui, after all, they are also developing along the way, but it doesn't matter, I am still young, and sooner or later I can catch up. It didn't take long before the opportunity to "catch up" came. Page 3 I was originally interested in the land to the north of Lianyu City. When I heard that Huarui was also planning to bid on that land, I became more interested.  The Lianyu Municipal Government intends to develop the somewhat hindered northern side. At present, construction has begun to build a crossing bridge and a shopping mall, and this piece of land is nearby. "It is more than enough to build a six-star resort with 18,000 square meters and the supporting facilities can be added. Maybe Huarui made the same idea." I have paid attention to the recent developments of Huarui and have invested in four resort hotels one after another. The senior management of the company also agreed that the land is worthwhile, and if it can be won within the highest valuation of 89 million yuan, it should make a profit without losing it. Page 4 A month later, I came to the auction site with confidence.  Sitting in front of me at ten o'clock is Li Zeyan, the president of Huarui in a suit and leather shoes. After a few years of absence, I can finally compete with him. On the stage, the auctioneer gave an impassioned introduction to the land, and then said in a melodious tone: "The starting price is 35 million, and the auction will begin now!" As soon as the voice fell, several companies immediately raised their signs. But my opponent is Huarui. It is still early, so I have to wait for Huarui to make a move. Page 5 When the bidding became increasingly fierce, Li Zeyan finally raised his placard for the first time: "60 million." The opponent finally appeared, and I immediately raised the number plate: "61 million." As if he was just encountering an ordinary bidder, Li Zeyan never answered with words, but raised his placard again: "70 million." I continued to chase: "71 million!" Side to the front, Li Zeyan seemed to raise his eyebrows slightly. After a few seconds, he raised the number plate again, and said: "80 million." Page 6 "81 million!" As if finally realizing my bite, Li Zeyan glanced at me slightly sideways, then he raised the number plate, the noise was low and clear: "90 million." This figure has already exceeded the company's highest valuation, and the assistant quietly tugged on my sleeve, beckoning me to forget it. But if I really give up on this, I still feel no sigh of relief in my heart. The auctioneer has already shouted in front: "90 million twice." Page 7 "100 million!" My voice came out, at the last moment. Of course, Li Zeyan finally gave me a straight look. I watched his hand nervously, and saw that the number plate was never raised again, and the auctioneer had already shouted excitedly: "One hundred million! Yuanshan Group has come out of one hundred million! One hundred million once! Three hundred million!, make a deal!" Page 8 Finally got it!  Such a valuable piece of land I believe it will be a great help to Yuanshan, and it’s just around the corner to get rid of Huarui. I didn't even consider the cost of 100 million yuan. I just felt that my body was comfortable and exuberant, and the bright prospects were beckoning me. When Li Zeyan passed by me, my triumphant pride couldn't stop. "Thanks to Mr. Li for the bidding this time." Page 9 Li Zeyan put his suit jacket on one hand, and passed by me. I thought he would argue with me back, but Li Zeyan just raised his eyebrows uninterested, and then strode away without looking back. Okay, as the winner of the auction, I allow the loser to occasionally gaffe. Just when I was gearing up to do a big job, the Finance Department urgently sent a bad report. Due to my "passionate bidding", Yuanshan's capital chain suddenly had a problem. Chapter 4 Page 1 I urgently convened a high-level meeting, and after several discussions, the best solution at present turned out to be to invest in Huarui! Personally speaking, I have a hundred reluctances in my heart.  Not long before the auction, I took the initiative to bow to Hua Rui. Didn't that slap me in the face severely. However, the cruel reality lies in front of us. Yuanshan is not only my own person, but also the collective effort of hundreds of employees.  To let Yuanshan survive this crisis steadily, I can only and must "take the initiative to surrender" to Huarui. Forget it, "vote" just "vote"!  Although it was a mistake in my decision-making this time, Yuanshan's development prospects are so good that Li Zeyan should never not invest as long as his eyes are correct. Page 2 However, the negotiation process is still more difficult than I expected. It is not that Huarui has no intention to invest, but almost all the conditions listed are on the lowest line of the distant mountains. "If I remember correctly, the creditworthiness of Huarui's previous investment in the gaze lock company is not very high." I fought hard against the low pressure, and Yuanshan's creditworthiness has always been in the top four in the industry. "...with Yuanshan's creditworthiness Huarui's right to speak will definitely be improved. I think Mr. Li can think about it again." Page 3 "Do you think you are still eligible to negotiate terms with me?" Li Zeyan straightened his mouth, exuding deterrence, "...Huarui Investment in Yuanshan is not for charity, and has no obligation to pay for your suicidal behavior." He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, with a hint of impatience on his face: "Think carefully about it yourself." The long negotiation was finally over. Although Yuanshan and Huarui finally reached a cooperation intention, the whole process failed me. I thought I was about to be on the same line of competition with Li Zeyan, but I was beaten back to the former "interviewer" again. Page 4 By the area downstairs in Huarui, I was smoking a stuffy cigarette, and suddenly there was a faint sound of footsteps behind me. It turned out to be Li Zeyan. Although he was still expressionless, the murderous aura and arrogance from the negotiations seemed to have diminished. Li Zeyan steadily walked to my side: "Gao Qishan, I remember you once came to interview for a summer internship." I didn't expect Li Zeyan to take the initiative to speak. I was surprised. He said: "Several years have passed, and it seems that self-confidence is increasing." If it wasn't for my lose, I stood up slightly: “Although I made a mistake this time, as far as the strength of Yuanshan is concerned, I have the capital to be confident." Page 5 "Yuanshan's strength is indeed pretty good, but don't rush to eat the cakes that you can't eat for the time being. Being high is far from a long-term plan for enterprise development." Li Zeyan said lightly, and took out a card from his pocket and handed it to me, "There will be a practical business forum in Lianyu City next week. You can come and listen when you have time." A practical business forum? What do you mean, is he mocking me for being too pragmatic? The inexplicable enthusiasm and self-esteem suddenly appeared, and I blurted out: "Mr. Li, even if Yuanshan is really not as good as Huarui now, there is no need to humiliate people like this, right?" Page 6 Li Zeyan frowned: "What are you talking about?" He paused, his eyes sinking, "I thought you would be an opponent you could look forward to, but I didn't expect the vision to be just like that." Without additional explanation, Li Zeyan turned and walked away after speaking. I was stunned, looking at Li Zeyan's steadily leaving behind, I couldn't help but relive the conversation just now in my mind. Could it be that Li Zeyan meant that because he regarded me as a potential opponent and hoped that this opponent could become stronger and more competitive, did he propose to let me participate in the business forum? Page 7 That's right, it seems that only such an explanation can make sense! Thinking of this, I couldn't help blowing a whistle. After all, it was an "imaginary enemy" and pursuit of goals since the age of 17, which can be affirmed and recognized by Li Zeyan. It is simply an easter egg that comes with the negotiation, and it is worthy of the old man to praise me ten times. I was being silly and happy. Suddenly my fingers hurt, I have forgotten about my cigarette that was about to burn my fingers! Chapter 5 Page 1 With Huarui's capital injection, Yuanshan passed the crisis steadily. After more than half a year, the foundation of the resort has gradually taken shape. Just when everything seemed to be going in a good direction, early this morning, the news of "the crash of the president of Huarui" directly bombed all major platforms.  Reminiscent of the so-called "homicide list" that was suddenly leaked on the internet a few days ago, I inexplicably feel that these two things may have some connection. Who on earth wants Huarui to sink in the water? Wait a minute, which company announced the list. Could it be that their person in charge is secretly playing tricks? Page 2 Before I could find anything out of my investigation, within a few days, the news of "Which company claims that Huarui has maliciously acquired a large number of pharmaceutical companies" once again detonated all platforms! "Deliberately monopolizing the pharmaceutical market will inevitably cause the price of medicines to rise, which is obvious." "Just for profit, this behavior is very bad!" "Even Huarui's own workers and can't stand it, which shows how terrible Li Zeyan's actions are!" Page 3 Opinions on the Internet are divergent, and public grievances are boiling, and they all accuse Huarui. But I don’t believe it. Although I have only met Li Zeyan several times in person, for so many years, because I have always regarded him as an opponent and target, I have studied Huarui and Li Zeyan’s behavior more than anyone else. The nonsense on the Internet, I don't believe a word! I browsed the web quickly, staring at the almost identical title and searched viciously. Page 4 "Huarui’s reputation plummeted, Li Zeyan fell into a situation where everyone was clamoring and angry, and the heads of the company was clearly cut off from him." In the video, the host's voice kept ringing into my ears. All the signs made me firmer in my previous thoughts: It must be looking at which company is crossing the river to demolish the bridge! I immediately called the assistant to the inside line: "How much do you hire me for a large number of naval forces? How many can you hire? How many! That's right, I have to spare no effort to clarify for Huarui, and by the way, I will focus on the company. Going right now!" I know that this "bad strategy" and only a small help but I haven't beaten Li Zeyan righteously, how could Huarui have an accident in such a situation! What I want is not the taste of winning without a fight. Page 5 Probably because of anger, I couldn't help but send a message to Li Zeyan: The outside world said that Huarui's energy is exhausted. You will not be reduced to the point where you still need to borrow money from me, right?" This message was sent, and I did not expect Li Zeyan to reply to me. However, when it was almost midnight, I suddenly received an email from Huarui. ‘Huarui has always been a responsible company, and will do what it says without fear of any storms. Now everything is running normally, you don't need to worry about it.’ Signer: Li Zeyan. Page 6 Looking at this email, I couldn't help but smile in the middle of the night. Also, Huarui has always been fighting steadily, and Li Zeyan has never fought unprepared battles. Maybe he is playing a big move. Otherwise, how can I say that he is my respectable and close opponent! As for my secret match with Li Zeyan. Give me another three or four years to see who wins and who loses.

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@oldbay-on-apples asked, I wish you would write a fic where characters of your choice are spies and trying to escape a facility with the blueprints they need!

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See my point of view (As someone staring back at you)

“We’re in, Haz.” 

Louis’s voice transmits through his earpiece. The tech relies on sound vibrations, picking up the resonance of Louis’s vocal cords so that, even though they can all hear him clearly, on Louis’s end his words are below a whisper. 

“Surprisingly, I can see that.” Harry scans the multiple video feeds on the screen before him. Louis, Picklock, top left; Niall, Ammunition, bottom left; Liam, Data Encryption, bottom right. 

Top right: blank. Where his feed should be. 

Louis’s face pops into Liam’s camera long enough for him to wiggle his eyebrows. All black looks so damn good on him. “How’m I supposed to know you weren’t mid-kip, old man?”

Harry tears his gaze away from Louis before his attention is compromised. Louis’s only two years older than he is and he’s been arse over tit for the footie player-turned-spy since they met years ago. But feelings cloud judgement, a potentially fatal threat too dangerous to dare in their line of work. He eyes the silver-tipped black cane leaning against the table next to him.

Current mobility status: severely limited.

“Promised Payno he wouldn’t have to babysit you alone,” he mutters without missing a beat.

Louis screws his features up then disappears from Liam’s screen, clearly shoved aside. Light glints off the camera implanted in the thin film of the eye-contact he’s wearing that’s allowing Harry to see their views. The nanotech Liam used to create it and their earpieces is too valuable to risk discovery by foreign governments. Any indication of compromise they must destroy the only lifeline Harry has to them.

Frustration tenses his muscles and tweaks the bulging disc between vertebrae L4 and L5. A lance of pain shoots up his spine. He raps a button on the keyboard. A fourth feed appears, the hijacked surveillance camera on the front gate with views of the Russian security guard manning the video booth.

Niall’s already detached from the other two. He oversees the perimeter. In complete silence he’s setting up remote-controlled explosives, the failsafe to create chaos should the other two need help during the extraction. Liam and Louis are silent. Harry watches like a video game without a controller as they scale the rear wall and infiltrate the building through the massive heating duct. 

As rogue operatives, their only link back to MI6 is a non-existent papertrail: an agent simply known as Z (probably because Q was already taken). The most dangerous jobs go to them, the ones MI6 can’t chance having connected back to the British government if the four of them are compromised on a mission.

If the window of opportunity to sneak into the Kremlin for a specific set of blueprints only known as TMH-11 weren’t closing fast, they might have waited for Harry to heal. All it’d taken was an unfortunate twist on their last mission in Bulgaria and he’d slipped a disc. He’s certain a gunshot to the back would be less painful. Louis had barely kept him on his feet to get to safety.

The silver world surrounding Louis and Liam steadies. For a few seconds Harry can see them both as they look at each other.

Liam glances at his watch. He’s spent months logging the patrols for the building and knows the timing by memory. 

“Six minutes, Tommo. No more.”

Louis nods. A breath, then they lift the ceiling grate aside. Liam finds leverage, planting his feet, gloved hands tight around the rope as Louis hovers towards the ground. The red laser lines criss-crossing the entire area as thin as trip-wires. 

Harry releases a breath when Louis’s feet touch down soundlessly, just before the tiny metal boxes all stacked like mailroom slots at a post office. The grid’s so small Louis’s got to keep his knees locked together. Even then, barely a centimetre separates him from discovery.

He works efficiently on the lock for box TMH-11, tools so tiny they make his slim fingers look even more slender. The miniscule flame of the blowtorch matches the alarm lasers in width. 

“Two minutes, eight seconds,” Liam says, tone even.

Plenty of time.

Louis is silent. He doesn’t answer when he’s concentrating. All of them know he’s heard.

The flame flares once. Louis cuts it off, pocketing the tools. He eases the door open, peering inside.

Motion on the screen catches Harry’s attention. The security guard’s feet have landed flat, squinting at the video monitor in front of him. His hand hovers over a call button, lips moving.

“Possible indeterminate error,” Harry warns. “Lou, get out now.”

Louis slides a cylinder from the box. At least a metre long, he slips it up to Liam.

“I’ve got movement,” Niall reports.

“Tommo, now,” Liam hisses.

Louis clicks the box closed. There’s no time to get the lock back into place. Footsteps fuzz through Liam and Louis’s earpieces. Pain surges through Harry’s back as he lurches forward, staring at Louis’s feed. Louis’s gaze whips over his shoulder towards the closed door of the vault.

“Lou, get out!”

Liam appears on Louis’s screen. Louis’s silent, but whatever he says to Liam with a look has Liam shaking his head.

Harry’s seen this too many times in his nightmares. They know their orders. They know what’s most important. “Lou, you still have time. Go.”

“Get that cache to Niall,” Louis whispers. He detaches the line from his back.

“Lou!” Harry shouts, in time with Liam. “Niall, code one. On my command.”

“Copy this.”

“Payno, go.” In Louis’s feed, Liam looks too far away. It’s not the distance that’s the enemy, it’s getting Louis through the grid without tripping the alarm. It’s precision that can’t be done quickly. The moment they trip the alarm the whole building goes on lockdown, cutting Liam off too.

Liam curses. Louis’s face vanishes in his screen, replaced by the cord Liam’s hauling up, then the descent of darkness as he closes the vent.

Heart racing, Harry splits his attention between Liam and Louis, anxiously tracking Liam’s progress back through the building. Louis doesn’t move except to press his forehead against the wall of metal, completely still. He can’t risk alerting the guards or sounding the alarm before Liam’s far enough out.

“Lou, he’s on the roof.” Harry doesn’t need to whisper, but his voice comes out soft anyway. “It’s only four metres to the door.”

If anyone can get out, it’s Louis. He’s as expert at slipping through tight spaces as he is at picking every lock. Harry refuses to believe he can’t find a way through these.

Louis pushes out a slow breath, loud enough for Harry to hear through the wire. “I won’t make it, Haz. You know I can’t risk it.”

Fuck. Fuck. This possibility isn’t a surprise. They’ve got hundreds of contingency plans and this one is no different. Once Liam successfully drops the cache with Niall, he’ll go back for Louis. 

“Payno, report.”

“Three minutes.”

Three minutes to get to Niall and back. A dangerous gamble.

“Think you could go a mite faster there, Payno?” Louis mutters, voice light despite the tightness.

Another man has joined the security guard. They’re pointing at one of the feeds. Harry’s heart thuds as dread washes over him, pulse pumping in his jugular. 

“Damnit, I should be—”

“Right where the fuck you are,” Louis cuts him off, an edge to his words. They soften. Something indescribable leaks into his tone and slicks Harry’s palms with sweat. “Right where you need to be, Haz.”

“I need to be with you.” The words are out before Harry can stop them, but it’s the truth. If Harry were there this wouldn’t be an issue. He should be getting Louis out while Liam runs the line. They operate in pairs for a reason.

Louis hasn’t moved at all. His control is impressive. Off the clock he’s all manic energy. On a job every move he makes is precise and carefully thought out. None of them could possibly fill his role.

“One minute,” Liam reports. He’s scaling to the roof.

Footsteps echo through the corridor behind Louis. Russian voices, too far for the mic to pick up, so the internal translator won’t work. They stop outside the door. The bleeps of a keypad.

A torpedo of terror surges into Harry’s chest and ruptures.

“Hazza—”

“Niall, now! Liam, go!”

“Haz, I’m sorry... I’m in love with you.”

Niall’s explosives detonate. Louis’s feed goes dark. Harry’s heart gets caught in the blast.

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(Ok, I tried so hard to make this a drabble of 500 words. Then 1k. It wasn’t meant to be. This is the story the characters told me. I hope it fits the bill, love! I do enjoy me some spy AUs even though this is my first to write! Love my action and adventure!)

Have something else you’d like to see me write? Go wild! Pairing, situation, feeling… Send me an ask (anon or not) completing the sentence ‘I wish you’d write a fic where…’

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ABO new-omega!Louis drabble that became a fic on AO3.