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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (203/?)

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Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[21 April, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

The Demon God Demigra had seized control of Toki Toki City, and had nearly defeated the Time Patrol. Of the three who remained, Trunks and the Supreme Kai of Time were in no shape to fight. The third, Luffa, was wounded, and while she could still fight, she couldn't protect the others at the same time. And then, just when they needed it the most, reinforcements arrived.

"Goku!" Chronoa called out. "You're here!"

Luffa had met him before. Before launching his invasion of Toki Toki City, Demigra had instigated a crisis on Planet Earth, during the era of Son Goku's lifetime. Luffa had gone to intervene, but was surprised to discover that Goku had been deputized by the Time Patrol to help her. The two of them planned to return to Toki Toki City together, but for some reason, only Luffa made it back. Now, at last, Goku had arrived, and from the sound of things, the Supreme Kai of Time had been expecting him way. That caught Luffa's attention. Chronoa had planned all of this?

"Hey, Luffa. Looks like I'm a little late," Goku said. He never took his eyes off Demigra as he spoke. "I'll take over from here, okay?"

Luffa didn't like handing things over to Goku, but she was in no position to object. She was hurt, and while she could still fight, Goku was fresh, which made him the obvious choice to go on the offensive. At least this way, Luffa could protect the others so he wouldn't be distracted the way she had been when Demigra got the drop on her. She flew over to Chronoa, and watched Goku with great interest.

"You must be Demigra!" Goku said. "You've gone far enough!"

"Goku?" Demigra said with disbelief. "And what can you possibly do to stop me?"

Hovering in midair, Goku raised his hands into a defensive posture. "I guess there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" he said confidently.

To Luffa's great surprise, Goku suddenly dropped his Super Saiyan form. His hair reverted to its natural black color, and his power dropped considerably. For a moment, she wondered if he had gotten hurt somehow, but then Goku and Demigra suddenly vanished, and there were only loud booms that echoed throughout the city as the two of them collided at super-speed. Luffa could have monitored their movements, but she was too distracted by Chronoa holding Luffa's injured arm. Whatever Goku's strategy was, she would have to let it play out.

"This isn't a lucky break," Luffa said. "You brought Kakarot here somehow, at this exact moment."

"I keep a set of Dragon Balls handy in case of emergency," Chronoa said. "When Demigra broke out of the Crack of Time, I summoned Shenron and made a wish of my own. Now hold still..."

Luffa could feel Chronoa's healing power working on her arm. She supposed that it had a similar principle to Demigra's self-healing ability, except that Chronoa's was empathic in nature. To heal Luffa's injuries, Chronoa had to take the damage onto herself. Luffa would have objected to this under normal circumstances, but in the middle of a battle, it seemed like the only available option.

"You should have healed Trunks instead," Luffa insisted.

"He told me to save it for you," Chronoa said.

"That's ridiculous," Luffa said. "I just fought Trunks, and he was tougher than anyone I've ever faced. Without Demigra's mind control slowing him down, he'd be unstoppable--"

"He told me you were stronger," Chronoa told her. "I mean, I'd rather heal you both part-way, at least ease your pain, but he was sure that this would be the way to win, and I trust his judgment."

Luffa didn't know what to say to that. "I thought he was kind of a blowhard, but I had him all wrong. He really will do anything it takes to win this."

"That's right," Chronoa said. Her voice was becoming more pained as she spoke, and Luffa could tell that the injuries were taking their toll on her.

"You can stop now. That's enough," Luffa said. Factually, it wasn't enough. Her arm was in no shape to fight, but at least it was healed to the point where Luffa believed could protect it to some extent.

"Shut up and let me do this, will you?" Chronoa said through clenched teeth. "I need you at one hundred percent, okay?"

"No you don't," Luffa said, "That's why you summoned Kakarot here, isn't it? So he could step in and finish this guy off after I blew it. But if I'm recovered enough, I can lend support and--"

"You're afraid, aren't you?" Chronoa said.

"What?"

"Not of Demigra, I mean. You're worried about the rest of us," Chronoa said. "You're worried something will happen to Trunks or me, or to the other Time Patrollers. Or that you'll die before the end of the fight, leaving us in a lurch. Is that it?"

"There's nothing to worry about," Luffa said. "I've seen Kakarot in action, and at this level, he can cover this. I just need to warn him about Demigra's magic, but--"

"I knew we might need an ace up our sleeve," Chronoa said. "Something Demigra wouldn't expect. The reason we never asked Goku for help was because the changes in history were during his own lifespan, and that made it risky. But I decided to make an exception to help you out in West City, so I deputized him into the Time Patrol, but that's not why I brought him here."

"Then why?" Luffa asked.

"I left Goku a scroll he could use to travel to the Time Nest, but I wanted him to show up at the moment we needed him the most. You can't really use the Scroll of Eternity for that kind of fine tune work, so I used the Dragon Balls to help. I wished for Shenron to make the scroll bring Goku here at the moment we needed him the most. Which is now."

"Well sure," Luffa said. "It's a good plan."

"No, it was just a failsafe," Chronoa said. "You're the plan, Luffa. Trunks and I trusted Shenron to send us a worthy ally. And now... unf!... now we trust you. You can do this. We know you can. And I think you know it too."

"You don't get it," Luffa said. "I've screwed up before. I've overestimated myself and good people suffered for it."

Once Chronoa's powers had sufficiently eased the pain, Luffa began watching Goku's movements, her green eyes darting side-to-side as she followed his movements. "He's good," Luffa said. "I think he's about as strong as me, but it's not just power. His motions are so precise, so fluid. I can see why Trunks was uneasy about me. If this was the hero he expected, I can understand why he'd call me reckless."

"Goku's a great fighter, sure," Chronoa said, "but he's not the one who defeated Towa for us, or got us this far against Demigra. You're still the one we need, Luffa."

At last, Chronoa's work was finished, and Luffa found herself completely healed. She looked back at the Kai and found her gripping her own left arm and wincing the same way Luffa had done moments ago. It shamed Luffa to see her own injuries on Chronoa's body. It was a living testament to her shortcomings as a warrior. It infuriated Luffa, in a way that none of her enemies ever could.

"All right," Luffa said as she rose to her feet. "If you're so sure I can win, I'll do it."

But as she rose into the air, she noticed Demigra glancing down at Chronoa, and then he raised his hand and smiled.

"Dammit!" Luffa shouted. She picked up speed, but it was still too late. Goku was caught in a field of purple fog, the same spell that had nearly enslaved Luffa before he arrived.

As much as she wanted to fight Son Goku, this was not the time or the place. She could already see his body begin to stiffen as Demgira's magic immobilized him. Trunks had saved her from the mind control spell, and Chronoa had used her own powers to free her body, but now both of them were too badly hurt to do that again. It was up to Luffa this time, but she didn't know if she could make it before it was too late. She could see the filament of magic power lancing out from Demigra's hand, reaching for Goku's heart. It was so much faster than it had seemed when it had been happening to her. But just when she was close enough to strike--

It shattered. The evil line simply cracked apart like a thin rod of ice. The pieces floated in mid-air for a moment, then evaporated into an arcane mist, and then disappeared completely.

Surprised, Luffa looked to Demigra, who was somehow even more amazed.

"What?!" he growled. "Impossible!"

She looked back at Goku, who was still immobilized in the purple fog. If he had somehow blocked the mind-control spell, it had no effect on the other spell that held him in place. He looked more confused than concerned.

Demigra tried again, but the result was the same. And just as Luffa was about to take matters into her own hands, Goku vanished from the sphere of purple fog. Before Luffa could wonder what happened to him, she saw him floating beside her, as though he had been there the whole time.

"Don't worry," Goku assured her. "I'm all right. But what the heck was that all about?"

"He tried to brainwash you," Luffa said. "The way he did to Frieza and your boys back on Earth."

"Really?" Goku said. He looked at his hands and blinked a few times with a perplexed expression. "I don't feel like workin' for Demigra. Are you sure that's how it works?"

"He tried it on me before you got here," Luffa said with a sharp nod. "Sorry, but I didn't get a chance to warn you about that."

He looked at her with a friendly smile. "Hey, it's okay. You had a lot to deal with. Besides, that thing he used to hold my body still doesn't seem to stop me from usin' Instant Transmission."

Demigra was understandably furious. He had been holding his own against Goku so far, but it was apparent that he had been waiting for this chance, only to have it go up in smoke. "Goku...? What a cursed man!" he snarled. "Why won't my godly magic work on you?!"

"You must be running out of juice, Demigra," Luffa taunted. "Kakarot wasn't even transformed, and you still couldn't snag him!"

"Impossible!" Demigra shouted. "My power is growing with each second! Why?!"

Goku put his hand to his chin and rolled his eyes thoughtfully. "Huh. I don't know either," he said as he genuinely considered the problem. "I mean, it didn't work on Luffa either, though, right?"

"Only because Trunks intervened," Luffa said. "But Demigra used it on Trunks before that, and I had to beat him senseless before I could snap him out of it."

Goku looked down at Trunks, who was still lying in the golden sands at the bottom of the hourglass. Chronoa knelt beside him, doing what she could to ease his suffering. "Gosh," Goku said. "I noticed he was all beat up, but I thought that was Demigra's doing. No, I guess that couldn't work. Demigra's not nearly tough enough to beat Trunks by himself."

"You insolent--!" Demigra roared, but Luffa cut him off.

"Why are we just floating here trying to suss this out?!" she demanded.

"Well, it's important," Goku insisted. "Look, Demigra, you just said your power keeps increasing, so you must have been weaker when you fought Trunks, and Luffa took Trunks down, so that gives me a general idea of how strong you both would have been. You don't have to get all offended about it."

He continued to stroke his chin as he contemplated the matter, which began to irritate Luffa, until she noticed how much it was enraging Demigra. Then she began to enjoy the spectacle.

"And it worked on Vegeta and the boys too," Goku said. "But not me. Well, it might be... I don't know... it might be because I became a god once. A god like you. Maybe that might be why."

"Yamoshi's ritual," Luffa said. "Lord Beerus said your body somehow remembered that divine power, even after the god form wore off. But you're nowhere near that strong right now..."

"You're right," Goku said. "I can still tap into a little of that god power when I'm a Super Saiyan, but I wanted to hold back while I got a handle on what Demigra could do. But maybe it's got more to do with the ritual than the power it gave me. I'm not sure of any of it, I'm just thinkin' out loud, you know?"

"Maybe you've got something there," Luffa said. "The ritual itself might have more to it than just power. And you're probably the first Saiyan to use it since Yamoshi's day."

"Was that the guy's name?" Goku asked. "Shenron told us the story, but he didn't say who it was."

"He was one of the old heroes of Saiyan legend," Luffa said. "Maybe the first, but our folklore gets kind of murky that far back."

In spite of the situation, she felt a chill of excitement as she explained this to Goku. By her own reckoning the old heroes of Saiyan folklore were all Super Saiyans like herself and Son Goku. To discuss that lineage with another member of it was something special, even if she was the only one who could appreciate it.

"That must be it. A Super Saiyan God! Curses!"

Luffa had not forgotten Demigra, but she had been pretending to ignore him while chatting with Goku. He now gripped his scepter tighter and his face twisted into a resentful grimace as he spoke.

"Something wrong with that, Demigra?" Luffa asked innocently.

"He's probably sore because he knew he couldn't beat me without switchin' me over to his side," Goku said. "He kept checking on you and the Supreme Kai of Time the whole time we were fighting, like he was waiting for something to happen. And well... you saw it for yourself, right?"

Luffa nodded. "I did," she said. "Even if he managed to get past you, I could have handled him. His only chance was to turn the two of us against each other. Now that we know he can't control you, his only chance is to try to enslave me, and that won't be happening again."

"Don't you dare underestimate me!" Demigra screamed. "You've done well to last this long against me, and Chronoa was very shrewd to bring Goku here for reinforcement, but I am a god now, and you will fall before me! Your immunity to my magic will only prolong your agony!"

"You're no god, Demigra," Luffa said. "And even if you were, it won't win this fight. I'll prove it to you. Hey, Kakarot. Take a breather."

"Huh?" Goku asked. "You want to jump back in already? But I was just starting to get into this."

"I've got a score to settle with this bastard," Luffa said. "He only got the drop on me because he tried to attack the others as a distraction, but now you're here to protect them while I fight. And I don't want him to die thinking that it took another god to kill him."

"Well, okay," Goku said. "Just let me know if you want to switch out again."

"I won't," Luffa assured him, "but thanks anyway."

Goku descended to meet the Kai, while Luffa faced off with Demigra, who began to laugh.

"You truly are hopeless!" he said. "Working together, the two of you might have had a chance, but now--!"

"Vengeance Cannon," Luffa said, though she didn't move.

"What?" Demigra snapped.

"I just wanted to tell you it was coming," Luffa said. She held up her let hand, brushing her forehead with the index and middle fingers, and then pointed them at Demigra, mimicking the technique. "You saw me use it before when I fought Trunks, right? The red laser beam I shoot? That's what I call it."

"You've gone mad with terror," Demigra said, shaking his head.

"No, I'm just calling my shot. It's kind of dumb how fighters will call out the names of their best moves. At best, it's overconfident, and at worst it just warns the enemy ahead of time. But I think it keeps me sharp. I try to make sure I only say it when I'm sure the enemy can't do anything about it."

"Is that so?" Demigra asked. "And what makes you think I need to do anything about your pitiful techniques? You've seen how easily I can reverse the damage you inflict upon me."

"I have," Luffa said. "But I also watched you fighting Kakarot in his base form, and you couldn't lay a hand on him. I think I've got you figured out, Demigra, which means I can put a hole in your miserable body whenever I please, and you can't do a damn thing about it."

"Then I shall just have to demonstrate how wrong you are!" Demigra shouted.

Luffa held out her hand, and for the briefest of instants, Demigra tensed up, expecting some new attack. Instead, she simply curled in her fingers, beckoning him to come to her.

"Show me," she said. "If you think you can."

Demigra seemed eager to attack, but then he relaxed his posture and smirked at her. "Ah, Luffa," he said. "You really are quite a fascinating warrior. You'll make a fine addition to my Time Patrol. You might even enjoy it."

"Try it," Luffa said. "I dare you."

"No," Demigra said. "Not before I prove that you were never a match for me. You're too much like Trunks. I'll have to break you before I can build you up again into the kind of servant I need."

He attacked, and Luffa did not fight back. She only dodged his scepter when he swung it at her, or when he released it to attack her on its own. When that didn't work, he aimed the scepter at her like a rifle, and fired a barrage of energy bolts, as he had done before. Luffa dodged these as well, and swatted a few of them aside to clear a path for herself to move.

Below, Chronoa and Goku watched the fight with great interest.

"Yeah, she picked up on it, too," Goku said. "Boy, you weren't kidding, Supreme Kai of Time. She really is something else."

"Are you sure she doesn't need any help?" Chronoa asked. "I've got my Potara earrings. You could use them to fuse together, or--"

"Nah, she'd never go for that," Goku said. "Maybe if Trunks wasn't hurt, I might try doing Fusion with him, but Luffa wouldn't want to double-team a guy like that. When we fought everybody back on Earth, she kept her distance from me, like she wanted to make sure we didn't get in each other's way. And she was really careful with my kids, too. She's... I don't know... there's somethin' polite about the way she fights."

"Polite?" Chronoa asked. "I didn't think anyone would use that word to describe Luffa."

"Well, sure, she talks real tough and she's cranky," Goku said, "but I can see it in her posture. Heck, this is the second time I've showed up to help her out of a jam, but she keeps checking to make sure we're all right. There, she just did it again."

"Did what?" Chronoa asked. "I didn't see anything."

"I guess it's kind of tough to spot if you don't know what to look for," Goku said. "My oldest boy, Gohan, he'd keep worrying about everyone around him when he fought, unless he got good and angry. It took me a while to get him to loosen up, so I've gotten good at spotting it. Luffa covers it well, but you can tell she's a softie. I respect that... a lot. That's why I won't interfere with her fight."

"So why didn't you turn into a Super Saiyan when you were fighting him?" Chronoa asked. "You might have beaten him yourself."

"I was getting a handle on his moves," Goku said. "Demigra's strong right now, but he's not much of a fighter. I guess Trunks never got a chance to figure that out. He likes to finish a fight as quickly as he can, so he never got a chance to study Demigra's movements. And Luffa's really aggressive, so she was probably too busy trying to hurt Demigra to pick up on it, but now? Yeah, I think she's got the pattern down. The one thing I don't understand is why she's puttin' out so much power. You'd think she'd wear herself out fighting like that. The Super Saiyan form takes a lot out of you."

"She does that a lot," Chronoa said. "Apparently she has trouble turning it off sometimes."

Goku smiled. "Is that so?" he said. "I guess I'll have to keep that in mind..."

*******

Above Toki Toki City, Demigra continued to attack Luffa, only to find that he couldn't connect. Nor did Luffa land any blows on him. She simply kept moving, letting him come after her, and then dismantling any offensive he could come up with.

"Curse me for a novice," Luffa said. "I should have seen it for myself, Demigra, but I guess Trunks and I were too close to the problem to pick up on it."

Demigra was beginning to get flustered. He continued to fight at the same pace, with the same disciplined movements, but the lack of progress was taking its toll on his patience. On top of that, the fingers on Luffa's left hand kept glowing brighter as she charged them with energy for the Vengeance Cannon she had promised him.

"You haven't seen anything!" he shouted. "I'll bring you to heel soon enough! And then--"

A wild swing with his scepter might have caught Luffa in the ribs, but she avoided it at the last possible moment. She spun around and nearly struck him with a backfist, only to stop short and tap him gently on the forehead with her knuckles instead.

"You are powerful, Demigra, but you've got no head for fighting," Luffa explained. "You count on all those magic tricks and the time-warping stuff to beat your enemies, but you don't have any finesse at shooting ki blasts or setting someone up for a kick to the face. Oh, you're not completely hopeless, but I would have thought a guy like you could do much better. You've had seventy-five million years to practice!"

"Shut up!" Demigra screamed.

"But you were cooped up all by yourself in the Crack of Time," Luffa went on. "Maybe you conjured up one of your mirage-selves to spar with, but that only gets you so far. You've gotten into a rut, and it's made your fighting moves so predictable that anyone could keep up with you once they know the routine. Maybe if you were a little stronger, you'd be more of a challenge but as it is..."

"You arrogant slime!" Demigra shouted. His insults were the only thing that reached her, for his scepter could not. "You only managed this well because you had your friends to save you, but with Chronoa down, there's no one to stop me from immobilizing you again!"

"And that's why I wanted Kakarot to step aside!" Luffa said. "That teleportation trick of his is very impressive, but I couldn't let him steal my thunder! I have to prove that if he can beat your mind control combination, that I can too! But you're too cowardly to try it!"

Demigra began to fight more erratically now, but this only made him sloppier, and even easier for Luffa to anticipate. And then, at last, he vanished, and began to flicker into sight, appearing and disappearing all around the City. Luffa kept her guard up and chuckled.

"Well then," she said, "maybe you've got some guts after all."

"You're finished!" Demigra cried as he suddenly appeared behind Luffa's shoulder. His free hand was raised, and Luffa could already see the purple fog coalescing around her. Her limbs began to stiffen as she felt the same power forcing her to put her arms at her sides.

But before that power could take hold, she managed to spin around and point her left hand at Demigra. And while her muscles were becoming less responsive, she still had enough control to release the ki she had already built up into her fingers.

"Gotcha," Luffa said.

As Demigra realized his mistake, his eyes went wide with terror. The crimson beam leapt from her fingertips and collided with the purple filament that snaked out from Demigra's palm. Unchecked, the mystic filament would have struck Luffa's chest, and enthralled her to Demigra's will.

Instead, the filament collided head-on with the beam of the Vengeance Cannon, and was ripped apart like a thread of silk in a blast furnace.

The crimson beam continued on, tearing through Demigra's open palm.

And on, running parallel to his arm, until it reached his head.

Then through his skull, leaving a small hole just above his right eye, through his brain, and then out the back, singing a patch of his fiery red hair.

Demigra's eyes stared forward at Luffa, his face still transfixed in shock. He hung in midair, like a fly suspended in amber.

"Good luck trying to reverse that damage, Demigra," Luffa said. "I don't know how your magic works, but I'm pretty sure you can't work your spells without the use of that hand, or the chunk of brain I just bored out. But just in case..."

She swooped in and punched him in the gut, then worked over his back, head, and neck. Demigra did nothing to defend himself, nor was there any sign that he was aware of what was happening to him. At last, whatever kept him afloat in the air gave out under Luffa's vicious assault, and he began to drop. Luffa flew down after him, landing a double-stomp on his back to hasten his landing.

He fell to the wreckage of the giant hourglass that once floated in the center of the City. The pile of golden sand broke his fall. Demigra lay face up in the sand, oblivious to the world around him, and the beating he had just taken.

Nearby, Goku and Chronoa watched the fallen Demigra with growing concern.

"I can still sense a lot of ki in Demigra's body," Goku said. "Even after all that, I don't think he's beaten yet."

"You're right," Chronoa said. "The chronal tides around his body are still shifting! However he reverses the flow of time around his injuries, he must be able to do it without consciously thinking about it! Look!"

She pointed at Demigra with her good arm, and she and Goku saw Demigra's wounds receding like melting snow. It was taking longer than it had before, due to the damage Luffa had inflicted upon him, but he would be restored to perfect health in only a matter of moments. There seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it.

"No, you don't, you son of a--!"

Then they looked up, and saw Luffa floating over them, with a large chunk of brass from the wrecked cogwheels of the giant hourglass structure. Luffa raised it over her head, then dove down at Demigra, and threw it ahead of her as she reached the bottom. There was a sharp, jagged end to the fragment, and this tore through Demigra's abdomen as it impaled him.

Demigra's half-healed hand reached out and curled its fingers, as though straining against something, but then his arm went limp, and fell back into the sand.

Luffa alighted next to Goku and Chronoa.

"I figured if I attacked him while he was in the middle of healing himself, it would screw things up for him," she said. If he reverses one injury, he'll have to let one of the other injuries go forward, or something like that."

"Well, it's a little more complex than that," Chronoa said, "but it'll definitely make things harder for him."

"Nice work, Luffa," Goku said. "His energy is dropping like a stone now. I think you might have beaten him for good this time!"

"Just the same, I'm not taking my eyes of this bastard until I know for sure," Luffa said. "How's Trunks?"

Chronoa turned to find him slowly rising to his feet.

"Hey, great!" Goku said. "You were able to heal him too, then?"

"No," Chronoa said, "I haven't! Trunks, you should really lie down!"

She rushed to his side, although the wounds on her left arm slowed her down. While the Kai attended to Trunks, Luffa and Goku admired his resilience.

"Not bad," Luffa said. "He's one tough customer."

"Yeah, he sure is," Goku said. "With you two working on her side, I know the Supreme Kai of Time won't have any trouble from here."

"What.... h-happened?" Trunks asked.

"Demigra's beaten! We did it!" Chronoa cheered.

"We actually did it..." Trunks said wearily. "We did it!" Then he began to lose his footing, but Chronoa steadied him before he could fall.

"I'm sorry..." Trunks said.

"Don't be," Chronoa said. "Just try to take it easy, okay?"

She helped him to a sitting position, and Trunks looked around to find Demigra's prone body, with Luffa standing guard over him. Then he finally noticed Goku.

"Hey, Trunks!" Goku said with a friendly wave. "Long time, no see!"

"Oh, hey, Goku," Trunks said. Then to Chronoa he asked: "How did he get mixed up in this?"

"I thought we might need some extra help in case things got out of hand," Chronoa said. "So I found Goku at the moment in time where Demigra sent the bad guys to attack West City, and deputized him into the Time Patrol."

"I see. But...doesn't that cause a change in history?" Trunks asked. "If you restore the timeline to the original sequence of events, then Goku will never have been here to help us fight Demigra, and--"

"You're right," Chronoa said, "but that's why I had to do it. I knew Demigra was planning this for a long time, and that he'd try to anticipate every contingency, so I decided the best way to beat him would be to do something I'd normally never try, something that he wouldn't expect."

"Then that means you'll have to leave the changes in," Trunks said. Goku and Luffa's battle in West City will become part of history."

"Yep. I guess I ended up committing the same crime you did when you first went back in time to warn Goku about the heart virus," Chronoa admitted. "So it looks like I'll have to join the Time Patrol the same way you did."

"It's not so bad," Trunks said. He smiled in spite of the pain he was in and winked at her. "My supervisor in the Time Patrol is pretty cool. When I see her, I'll put in a good word."

As they shared a laugh, Goku approached Luffa.

"Hey, aren't you gonna change back?" Goku asked. He gestured to her glowing yellow hair, as though there was any chance that he might possibly be referring to something else.

"Not yet," Luffa said. "Demigra might still try something."

"Well, sure, but you can always transform again if he does," Goku suggested.

"I could, but there's no need," Luffa said.

"I guess, but doesn't it tire you out, bein' a Super Saiyan for so long?"

"Are you saying it does wear you out, Kakarot?" Luffa asked with a smirk. "If you need to take a nap, go right ahead. I've got it covered."

"Okay, okay," Goku said, holding up his hands. "I was just asking."

"So... Where's Tokitoki?" Trunks asked.

"That jerk Demigra swallowed him!" Chronoa said. "We have to get him out."

"You heard the Kai, Demigra," Luffa said in a particularly vicious tone. "Cough him up while you still can. Otherwise, I'll just have to rip you apart until I find him myself!"

"Luffa, wait!" Chronoa yelled.

"Oh, fine," Luffa said. "If that's too gory for you, I suppose I can cut the bastard open with Trunks' sword. How about it, Demigra?"

As she approached Demigra, his body began to stir, and then a crimson aura flared up around him. He levitated and rose to a standing position, with a wrathful glare in his eyes.

"How dare you?!" Demigra said.

Luffa and Goku prepared to renew their battle, but instead of attacking, Demigra simply raised his scepter, and angrily tapped it on the sand. Then he suddenly vanished.

"What the hell is he pulling now?!" Luffa shouted.

"Did he just run away?!" Trunks asked.

"No," Chronoa said. "He wouldn't give up that easily."

As they spoke, Goku raised his left hand and touched his index and middle fingers to his forehead. He stood quietly for a moment, then shouted. "Found him! Grab on to me!"

"Of course!" Luffa said. She rushed back to his side, where Trunks and Chronoa had already taken hold of Goku's arm. She placed her own hand on his back and said: "Nice work, Kakarot. That teleportation trick of yours definitely comes in handy--"

And then they were gone.

*******

As soon as the four of them materialized, Trunks dropped to his knees, and Chronoa was so concerned about him that she didn't realize where they were.

For Son Goku, this was his first time in this location. He glanced around, anxiously searching for Demigra. "He's here somewhere, I'm sure of it," Goku said. "Whatever this place is..."

So it fell to Luffa to explain it to him. "This is the Time Vault, Kakarot," she said. "But... why would Demigra hide in here? There's nothing here but the..."

Now Chronoa finally realized it too, and she seemed to understand the implications better than Luffa. "Oh no..." she said. "He wouldn't!"

A wind blew around the atrium of the Time Vault, and they could all see streaks of purple light circling around them like a ghostly whirlpool. As they sensed the source of the dark energy in the room, they all looked up and found...

"How can this be...?"

High above them, Demigra floated, surrounded on all sides by the cabinets that stored the multitude of scrolls that made up the Scroll of Eternity. He began to wave his scepter furiously, like a conductor guiding the purple tempest around him.

"Damn this despicable world! I'll destroy it all!"

"What are you doing?!" Chronoa shouted to him. "Are you insane?! If you destroy the Time Vault, everything will disappear -- gone forever! It means you'll die as well!"

"Hmmph... Fool! You think I'm not aware of that?! After everything is destroyed, I'll make a new history. MY history!"

Suddenly, there appeared around him dozens of copies of his scepter, only they were blood red, and glowing ominously.

"What?" Chronoa asked. "What do you mean by that? What are you thinking?"

"A new history?" Luffa asked. "Can he do that?"

As she contemplated the question, Son Goku simply took action. He transformed in an instant, and leaped into the air as a Super Saiyan, his ki increasing drastically as he ascended. Goku raised his right hand, curling it up into a fist as he prepared to strike...

But Demigra simply smirked. With a spiteful 'harrumph', he flung his hands forward, and the crimson scepters all pointed down at his enemies, and launched themselves at their targets like an accursed hailstorm.

During that instant, Luffa also leaped after Demigra, following Goku's lead. They managed to dodge some of the energy spears, but there were too many of them, and one finally went through Luffa's chest. As she fell to the ground, four more of them embedded themselves into the floor of the Time Vault, mystically pinning her arms and legs to the ground.

This did not escape Goku's notice, and in the split second he turned to see what happened to her, a scepter caught him in the shoulder, followed by a few more that hit his limbs. Soon he was on the floor beside Luffa, and his hair turned black as he reverted to base form.

Luffa's Super Saiyan transformation ended as well, though she continued to flash back and forth a few times, as if her body were protesting against the effects of the debilitating magic. As she struggled, Chronoa ran to her side, but there seemed to be nothing she could do.

As she knelt beside Luffa, the Time Vault echoed with the howls of the arcane wind, mixed with Demigra's triumphant laughter.

"Everything!!" he shouted. "Begone!"

Luffa saw Chronoa stand up and face her ancient nemesis one more time. It was getting harder for her to keep her head up. At last, her head slumped over to her right side, and Luffa could only see the Kai's white boots as Chronoa made her last stand.

"Demigraaaa!" Chronoa shouted, as Luffa saw Goku lying helplessly beside her. Desperate to do something-- anything -- Luffa continued to look around, and spotted a scroll lying near her head. And in the maelstrom, she thought she heard something like a bird's cry. But it couldn't have been Tokitoki, she thought.

And then, the world faded to black, and Luffa succumbed to oblivion.

*******

[??????????]

Luffa awoke to a bright white light. It reminded her of the experience she felt when the Scroll of Eternity transported her through time for Time Patrol missions. As she opened her eyes, she found only a dark blue sky, like twilight. Aurorae rippled through the sky like ribbons of pale blue light. When she realized she could move again, she rose to her feet, and took in her surroundings.

It was a formless void. She was standing upon a rough white surface, which seemed to go on forever. At the horizon, there was a white light along the edge, and the sky was greener there. Luffa had been to many alien worlds in her lifetime, but this one seemed to be stranger than any she had seen. She began to doubt that this was even a "world" at all. There was gravity, and she could breathe, but something told her that this was no mere planet.

Uneasily, she took a few steps forward as she considered exploring this place, but there was nothing to see. Just an endless expanse with no landmarks or signs of life.

"Am I dead?" she said aloud, mostly to see if she could still speak or hear. The silence was profound, and it wasn't until she heard her own voice that she realized just how unnerving it was.

The answer to her question came in the form of the aches and pains in her body. She looked down at her hands and saw the dust and blood on her fingers. She wasn't exhausted, not yet, but she had been fighting a lot of opponents recently, and she still felt the effort she had put into those battles.

"All right, so I'm alive," she said, mostly to distract herself from the silence. "So where am I?"

The last thing she remembered was Demigra's threat to destroy history itself. Had he made good on that threat? Was this void all that remained of the universe? Had she somehow been spared?

"That can't be right," Luffa said. "Everyone, everything, it's all been erased, and I'm all that's left? I'm just stuck here? Alone?"

It was too horrific to contemplate. If she really was the sole survivor of time and space, then there was nothing to do, no battles to fight. No one to fight for.

Nothing to eat.

"Hell," Luffa said. "Nothing to drink. I'll die of thirst long before I have to worry about starvation or boredom."

But was death a release from this predicament? The thought sent a chill down her spine. If Demigra really destroyed everything, then didn't that include death itself? What if she couldn't die? What would that mean?

As the implications of these questions brought her to the brink of despair, Luffa's hands began to tremble.

"No..." she said. "It's not going to end this way. It can't."

She dropped to her knees and tucked her hands into her armpits. Her whole body began to shake. She transformed, naturally. The entire experience reminded her of the first time, years ago, on the Tikosi Hiveworld. The battle had ended, and her bloody vengeance was wrought, and there was nothing left to do, and she couldn't turn it off. And then Dr. Topsas had come to her side, and held her trembling hand and waited with her until she calmed down.

But this time there was no Dr. Topsas. No Tikosi Hiveworld. Nothing. No one. Nowhere.

And finally, as she began to feel her sanity slipping away, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. It was a dark object lying in the endless white field, just a few meters away.

The scroll.

She didn't know if it was the same one she had seen before blacking out in the Time Vault. For that matter, maybe it made no difference. According to the Supreme Kai of Time, there was only one Scroll of Eternity, and all of the multitude of scrolls stored in the Time Vault were one and the same. Luffa rushed to fetch the scroll like a starving animal racing towards a crumb of bread. Whatever it was, however it was here, this was the only other thing left in the universe. It had to mean something.

It was all that was left.

Luffa unfurled the scroll, and looked at its parchment, which shone with a bright white light as it revealed its record...

NEXT: Back to Square One

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3rd pov

Sexual Content is included move on if not comfortable with

Includes:masturbation, but plug, dildo, getting caught, slight degrading rough and passionate sex, multiple orgasms, sexual frustrated Obanai.

Request by:EMOPHASEWHENIWASAKID

(Some parts by me other by the Request..)

(if you read American boy here is your smut that I never added. Taisho era)

For almost two years the sun pillar was sent away on an expedition mission to northern Japan, the rumor of the blue spider lily was heard around. A rumor that sounded so true that Muzan may go there himself.

The pillar wasn't sent for the flower he was sent for the upper moon that could be sent or the demon lord himself.

Leaving behind his younger siblings, Tanjiro and Nezuko who was demon. He was also leaving his lover. Iguro Obanai the serpent pillar.

Obanai understood reasons they sent him. He could handle the cold and could handle the upper moon without and problems..its just..

Its been two whole years without him. That meant no one to come home to at their home. Kaburamaru had no ball of sunshine that could let him sleep in his hair. But for obanai it was worst.

Two years sexually frustrated.

Obanai has tried many things even taken suggestions from others. Nothing.

He could get off on just memories or the kimono's he wore that were left behind. He has sent letters but most were professional ones. Not any promising any punishment or any reward when he would return. It would get to were he would put a but plug in his ass just to satisfy the itch that his lovers cock could get to.

He had to be feeling the same way? Right?

Or was someone else pleasuring him? No he couldn't, Obanai knew. Only he could satisfy his lover the best.

The serpent pillar sat on the back patio of his shared home. For the time being he had finished taking another nap. He had a dream about a fantasy about his lover returning and fucking him ruthlessly.

But a dream is only as good as you make it.

He walked back to the futon on the floor. Feeling the arousal slowly makings its way out of his tight heat. The but plug wasn't going to work anymore. He needed something fucking him, penetrating him.

Pulling the (favorite color) toy out of his hole, leaving it gaping and stretched. Obanai whined at the loss full feeling. But he got up and went into the bathroom. In a small black box were a box full of toys Obanai had even before meeting his lover.

But after meeting him..they weren't needed at all.

Obanai squatted and looked inside for the dildo he wanted. He found one that was about 5 and half inches and was a good 2 inches wide. It should do for now.

In these two years he has been a horny mess. Constantly needing something to please him and the uphill battle of his needs. He just wanted his lover back to please all those needs.

God it was infuriating.

Obanai's own cock was still hard as when he woke up from his nap. Tip red and need of attention. It was painful but still didn't go away. He just could not finish.

Obanai sat down on the silicone dildo and moaned at the feeling. it wasn't a bratty or a desirable one just a moan of something inside him. It filled a good percent but not enough to reach his prostate. Obanai started to move up and down, bouncing on the dildo.

His white kimono slipping off his shoulders, showing his smooth skin and none marked skin. that was another whole problem he didn't like.

Trying to get down to the hilt of the dildo to at least graze his prostate to ease the itch, he was moaning and gasping at the fullness. Maybe this time his needs would be met.

Obanai was stroking himself and teasing his nipples, the sensitive buds were being pulled at and pinched, leaving the pillar awe struck.

Moaning his lovers name as if it was a cry or a plea. Obanai speed up his pace, moving to lye on his back and use his hands. One hand stroking himself the other using the dildo to fuck himself. He was so close, eyes becoming glossy at the feeling.

"(M?N) FUCK~! Fuck, fuck, shit, please my love come fuck me.." he was crying for his dear lover. The dildo wasn't hitting the right spots no more, and the itch grew even more harsh. His toes curling and his head thrown back on the futon.

"Why when your obviously doing it yourself? Having a hard time getting off my cute little baby?"

Obanai froze. His eyes snap open to see his love sitting cross legged on the opposite side of the room. He was in his uniform, (favorite color) but plug in hand inspecting it. "So this is what you have been doing while I have been away. Begging me to come home and fuck you silly like the slut you are? That's quite surprising isn't it."

His words weren't hurtful just teasing. Obanai could see the large bugle growing in his pants. The sun pillar had his hair down which rested the floor. His uniform at the top was slightly unbuttoned at the showing his chest and abdomen. His eyes had bags under them. But his eyes..

Something Obanai has only seen a handful of times.

Eyes were darker and burning with a lust. His stare and hoarse voice was enough to set the tone.

Obanai felt his cock twitch and he moaned out a spur of curses.

"Now your having dry orgasms by just my appearance? You must be a desperate little whore today aren't you?" He didn't move from his spot what so ever.

Just drinking in on his expression. It was filling and made both Obanai and (M/n) twitch.

"Please, my love its been two fucking years with out you,please fuck me.." The sun pillar chuckled. "So my cutie is begging to be fucked? That's unlike you Obanai. If you can fuck yourself can't yo get off?"

Obanai groaned at the teasing. He just wanted him to fuck him.

The an idea came to him.

His lover looked too calm for him. He needed him to get to his level of arousal, by being a fucking brat about things. if he wanted to get fucked he needed to do more.

"No."

The eyes on the sun pillar widen.

"Why no then cutie? I just saw you so continue."

"No. I want you to fuck me. Unless you've lost your touch." Obanai said getting a little more confident. If keep going he would get the punishment he deserved.

"If my dildo was that close than what says you? I've used them plenty since you left two years ago. SO why don't you come over here and fuck me. Or has the sun pillar found a better bottom bitch to fuck?"

That set the fuel to the flame.

Calm and collected turned to possessive and aroused.

(M/n) was possessive of Obanai, he loved him and only him. Insinuating that he found a better person to fuck made the calm pillar pissed. Obanai knew this, because his lover can get jealous and possessive he knew what he did.

And is getting what he wanted.

The sun pillar was on Obanai in less than a second.

Choking his neck tightly and pinning his hands above his head. Eyes that were usually full of love and kindness, were dark with lust and irritation. He knew his words were empty but couldn't let it up.

"Why when I have a bratty bottom slut here? You want to piss me off for a good fuck cutie? You want me to pound you, make sure you can't walk for a fucking year?"

Obanai had another dry orgasm from his words. This is what two years of a pent up sun pillar was..

Then he should be sent off more often. ( Empty threat.) He hasn't even touched him fully for him to even think like that. The red headed male unbuttoned the rest of his uniform, not having the patience to take off all of his clothes. He undid the belt, taking the hands off of Obanais wrist.

His cock sprung free.

Oh how Obanai wanted to suck him off and tease him. But now wasn't the time.

(M/n) pulled the dildo out and scowled at it.

"Such a pathetic size, this trying to please your for that long, no wonder you couldn't get off cutie..don't worry we'll fix that..

positioning him at Obana's desperate hole, he slammed into him.

"Now!"

Obanai threw his head back and scream. His cock spurted long ropes of cum. Something he couldn't do until now.

"Cumming already? We just started, you really were a desperate slut?" He slammed into him again. Ever word followed a thrust, each time hitting Obanai's prostate and making his see stars. (M/n)'s past wasn't fast or slow. Just from Obanai challenging him made him almost bust a load.

The hand around Obanai's neck tightened, pushing on certain spots to not restrict air, just to make him a little dizzy. Obanai's toes curled as his lover slammed his cock into his tight heat all while degrading him.

His reward.

(M/n) pushed his legs to his chest, making his cock go even deeper into Obanai's dripping heat. He was truly surprised, he was that pent up himself. He didn't even have time to masturbate himself on the expedition.

"Fuck, my cutie your so cute looking fucked out of your mind. Is that what you wanted? To get fucked stupid by me?"

Incoherent word mumbled back a response.

"Yes..please~ fuck..*hic* me more~" He was hiccuping from the tears. The long haired pillar nodded and made sure to aim for his prostate and to basically abuse it as best as he could. Sweat ran down his forehead, making his hair stick to it. The white shirt underneath the black on was sticking to the sides of his torso.

Obanai's eyes had tears brimming out, drool slipping from his lips. His hands held his legs to his chest, hair spread out on the futon all around him. Moans and shouts, hollers and begs came out of his mouth without a care of who heard.

That's what the larger pillar wanted. he wanted anyone and everyone hear his beloved getting fucked out of his mind.

"Such a good little slut..you want the whole village and headquarters to hear your getting a good fuck cutie? You want them to hear you getting pounded by your lover? How you begged and been a bratty bitch with a fucking plug between your legs? You want to be seen as my slut then I will make you my slut."

He pulled out of Obanai's tight and puckered out hole, flipping him face first into the futon. Using his foot to keep him in place and rammed back into him and a faster pace. Obanai's moans and screams were blocked from the futon mat he was getting fucking into.

His cock spurted more roped of cum even though it wasn't touched. His lover feverishly gripping and slapping his ass for good measure.

"God fuck, i'm going to cum and fill your little whore hole kay? I need you to tell me who the fuck gets to fuck your bratty ass kay cutie?"

Mumbles came as an answer. (M/n) making and annoyed noise, pushed his foot harder on Obanai's head. "Can't hear you cutie, you don't get my cum if i can't hear you like fucking you. Again and louder. Why can fuck this bratty ass cutie?"

"Y-you.."

"Louder cutie!" He removed his foot from his head and pushed his chest into Obanai's back, teasing his over sensitive nipples and continued slamming into him.

"LOUDER."

"FuCk~ YOU DO!" Obanai had tears all over his face, face read and a mess.

"Good now let me fill you with cum like the slut your are. Such a pretty cutie for me." As he said that another orgasm ran through Obanai. It was becoming painful a little.

Obanai's babbles were filled with begs about being his cumslut and filling him to the brink. With one final thrust, making the smaller male see stars again. His desperate prostate and hole was filled with thick and large amounts of the larger's cum.

Emptying himself out, Obanai's hole was milking him dry of the desperate need that was begging to be released. His loved pushed deeper to make sure he took all he had to offer.

He slowly pulled out of his stretched and abused hole, gaping at the loss of contact and fullness. Obanai screamed again while being filled and also came again. He could feel his lovers seed push out of his hole and onto the futon below them.

Pushing the hair out of his face, (M/n) looked at the sight his lover was him. The demon slayer below him, the feared serpent pillar of the demon slayer headquarters looked as if he had been drugged.

Well he was, off of his lovers addicting seed, smell and cock.

"You did so well cutie, such a good slut. See if you follow instructions you could get fucked like this more often instead of pissing me off kay?"

This even only made Obanai want to be even more of a brat to him.

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Hello! I’m looking for recommendations for a particular trope/genre: Feudal Era AU as @superpixie42 would say. Fics that are Canon-era (Inuyasha-world without Inuyasha plot) but are not quite canon-divergent or fix-it? I’m thinking along the lines of Out of The Woods (Miss_Dyana), Kintsugi, If We Fall Anyway (both Evilillusions), for example. Any other genre/rating is good. Thank you! 💓

Hey @anisaanisa, it's no secret this is one of Mod Pixie's favorite AUs, so thank you for the chance to put this one together!

Shelter by @lavendertwilight89 (E)

Summary: Song fic inspired Stuck with You and Shelter. Inuyasha has been alone most of his life and one moonless night he gets caught up with a young priestess. She saves him and he, in return, helps her. What he doesn't realize is, this priestess holds a lot of secrets which may or may not cost both of them their lives...

Demon Nature by @shardetector (E)

Summary: He spoke low and gently, although his voice was gruff with his demon still so close to the surface, “You saved me wench, now I’ll repay the favor.” With that, his muscles bunched in his legs as he sprung up and out of the well, a red blur in the night as he made his way through the forest to his destination. His precious cargo held safely to his chest, as he raced to save her with his demonic speed.

there's no place (for us/like home) by guardianKarenterrier (G)

Summary: Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Inuyasha starts to creep closer to the fire at night. Now that he's not so injured, he's begun to vanish into the woods and come back to throw down rabbits and once a badger at the side of the hut, and Kagome hasn't had to worry about finding enough to eat as the air starts to turn colder. He hardly ever talks to them, or at all, and he won't come close enough to touch- he never comes as close as he had that first day again, but he stays. She's not sure why he stays, but she's glad that he does.

Comfort Food by @splendentgoddess (E)

Summary: Feudal AU one-shot. An ex-miko-in-training stumbles upon a seemingly human man alone in the woods during the moonless night. He seems all alone in the world - just like her. Goodness, when was the last time he had a decent meal?

Half-Breed’s Wife by @gypsin (M)

Summary: On the night of the new moon, a runaway girl stumbles into Inuyasha's life. Little did he realize then what he would be undertaking by saving her. But when Kagome has nowhere else to go will he leave her to her fate Or will he rise to the occasion? And what will the humans think?

Your Lying Smile by @dawnrider (M)

Summary: A beautiful day by the river quickly takes a turn, taking control of her life completely out of Kagome's hands. Her "rescuer" becomes something else entirely before she can get a word in edgewise. A Feudal-esue AU

We Are Family by @theladyofthewest (T)

Summary: Imagine a world in which the Inu No Taisho lived to raise his sons together, as brothers. Inuyasha never had to learn to survive on his own, he never met Kikyo, never heard of the Shikon Jewel. Now imagine if Kagome fell into this world instead of the one she did in canon. Imagine if she and Inuyasha had ... parental supervision.

Oblivion @meggz0rz (M)

Summary: Feudal-era Japan. A war to the death between youkai and humankind. Kagome, rebellious daughter of a noble family, is not about to let her grandfather sacrifice himself in battle. So she takes his place, dressed as a boy and ready to fight to survive. But in love and war, things are rarely as they seem, and there is a spy in the army ranks who just might be Kagome's downfall...

Everybody Wants To Be An Inuyoukai by @superpixie42 (T)

Summary: A birthday one-shot for kstewdeux very vaguely based on the plot of the Aristocats. When Kagome, newly widowed with a newborn son, is named the heir of her mother-in-law's enormous estate things suddenly go from bad to worse. She's drugged, kidnaped, and left for dead on the side of the road. With the help of some unexpected new friends, Kagome finds herself questioning: does she even want to make it back home?

The Shogun’s Daughter by @shnuggletea (E)

Summary: Kagome's father passed away when she was just a child but his Shogun status still makes her a valuable bride to a Lord of lands that border their village. Lord Inuyasha Tashio is pushed by the council into marriage, assured his new bride was an excellent choice. All their fears and anxiety are amplified when they meet.

Timeless and Forbidden Love by lunalibro (M)

Summary: Once, a long long time ago in Japan, demons and other horrid monsters out of nightmares roamed the lands. Wars were never-ending, famine, death and bloodshed abound. Admist this chaos, there lived a great priestess named Midoriko who was renowned throughout for not only her incredible power and fighting prowess, but also for ethereal beauty. She defeated countless demons and staved off many dark evils as the protector of humankind. Eventually, Midoriko fell in love and birthed twin daughters. The eldest was named Kikyo and the youngest was named Kagome, While alike in looks, the sisters were complete opposites. Naturally, these girls inherited their mother’s immense powers. From a young age, Midoriko trained them in combat and in the spiritual arts. The sisters grew in strength and looks. However, Kikyo’s powers had matured far greater than that of her sister’s. Midoriko decided Kikyo shall be the one to take her place as the new protector of Musashi. From then on, Kagome would find herself living in her sister’s shadow. Maybe with the help of a young half-demon named InuYasha, Kagome could realize her worth and possibly fall in love in the process. A forbidden love that will last throughout time.

Beauty and the Hanyou by mishelledor23 (M)

Summary: Inspired by Beauty and the Beast, but Inuyasha style! The terrible half-demon prince Inuyasha is under a fifty-year old curse that keeps him trapped inside his castle. Can Kagome, the reluctant miko-in-training become his friend? Maybe even his love? InuXKag, MirXSan. Lemons and language in later chapters!

For Better or Worse by Anime Wildfire

Summary: Kagome, priestess in training, turns her life upside down when she saves the life of the half demon Inuyasha… and accidentally finds herself bound to him via pesky subjugation beads. This is not how she thought her day- or her life- was going to go.

By the Match, Not the Flame by @goshinote (M)

Summary: Inuyasha is a hellbent hanyo on a mission for revenge. Kagome is a wanted miko on the run. Their intentions align in more ways than one, but secrets abound between them as they partner up during their travels. With an inevitable and impending betrayal looming over them, the pressure rises with every day they spend moving closer to the enemy’s clutches.

A Private Affair by JeremyMarsh (T)

Summary: During a simple patrol operation, Inuyasha, a general in a war between demons and humans that has been going on for two years now, goes all the way across enemy territory to reach the village where his betrothed lived before the conflict broke out. Here he is discovered by her younger sister who intentionally reveals something to him that she shouldn't have.

Shocked, Inuyasha decides to embark on a new and dangerous mission that could cost him his life or worse.

Koi no Yokan by @keichanz (E)

Summary: Koi no Yokan: The feeling when you meet someone that you’re bound to fall in love.

A prince discovering a deeper meaning to seemingly random hordes of bloodthirsty demons. A young woman unwillingly sold to a brothel by uncaring relatives, frightened and alone. How could these two circumstances possibly be related?

We are also including the works Anisa mentioned in the ask for those who are unfamiliar

Out of the Woods by @dyaz-stories

Summary: After the murder of Kikyo, the local priestess, the villagers start leaving offerings to the forest's god, who they think they've angered. Kagome, called to the village to replace her cousin, finds out, too late, just how far they're willing to go when they use her as the month's sacrifice. She decides not to go down without a fight — except that, instead of an angry god, she finds herself faced with a hungry half-demon, who's very annoyed he won't be getting a food offering for the month. “What the fuck are you doing here? Where’s my food?” “Oh I’m sorry, am I not a sacrifice satisfying enough?”

Kinstugi by @soliska

Summary: AU. Failing to be chosen as her village's miko, Kagome had resigned herself to a humble life. An unexpected summons returns her to the city where she's forced to reconcile the taught virtues and the spiralling, warped reality created by those that abuse their power. She holds the key to repairing the fracture between humans and youkai, and the freedom of her new hanyou friend.

If We Fall Anyway by @soliska

Summary: What if the shikon jewel didn’t exist and Naraku never came to be? What if Kagome fell down the well anyway and met a gruff, young inu-hanyou. Would they still become friends? What would be their story? A tale told in snippets.

#inukag archive #feudal au #inuyasha #inuyasha fanfic #inukag fanfic #fic rec #anisaanisa

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valhallasubstitute · 3 years

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Blind

Sihtric x reader Modern AU

Request: Ok so reader has a crush on Osferth, but the feelings aren't mutual, reader is sad because her crush likes another woman. But Sihtric steps in and helps reader to feel better and he ends up asking her out, because he always had a crush on her. It can be modern or Tlk era, you decide!😁🧡

WARNINGS: like none, mentions of smoking?

Tags: @flowers-in-your-hayr @geekandbooknerd @mariaenchanted @solinarimoon

If you could go blind right now you would, but even then, this would still plague you late at night.

You knew that look so well. The doe eyes, the softness that filled them and the lopsided grin that you couldn’t fight. Why would you want to fight such an expression anyway? It was all soft and obvious and warm like the summer sun.

And he was looking at her.

Not you.

You were sure that even if you stood in front of him, butt naked with neon paint covering your tits he still wouldn’t see you, not when she was in view.

You knew the look on his face so well because it was the same one that you had every time you looked at him.

Even now you could still feel the last of the butterflies, the ones that hadn’t yet been crushed by the sinking feeling that washed over you, fluttering in your stomach.

You could feel the tightness in your throat as you watched Osferth laugh and place his hand on her arm – the subtlety of his affection it hitting you like a freight train. She leaned into it, batting her lashes and practically glowing with his attention.

Just like you had done a million times, but he had never smiled at you like that, his hand had never lingered, and he had definitely never cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

You were a big girl; you could handle this. You had survived high school and your friend’s teasing. You wouldn’t cry. Not now, not on the phone to your girlfriends and not in your bed tonight.

You repeated the words in your head, a mantra of tiny lies that faded with the welling of tears. He was your friend, you should be happy for him, shouldn’t you?

‘Y/N,’ Sihtric’s voice brought you back from your spiralling melancholy. ‘It looks like it’s going to rain soon, do you still want a ride home? … Y/N?’

Wiping your eyes quickly you turned to him with a small smile, you knew he wouldn’t buy it, but he wouldn’t push either. You were close with all the Coccham boys, but Sihtric seemed to understand you the most. He was quiet, and mischievous and lovely. And right now, he was offering you a ride home, away from Osferth and his new girlfriend.

‘Yes please.’ Sihtric placed a warm hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly with a small smile.

‘Come on then, kid.’ You scoffed but didn’t hesitate to follow him. He made your excuses for you, nodding along with the protests and shouted goodbyes. When it came for you to walk past Osferth he stepped in front. Sihtric made brief conversation with him, giving you the chance to slip away.

He knew. You didn’t know how but he knew, and you couldn’t have been more grateful in that moment.

He guided you to his car with his palm gently pressed to the small of your back, opening the door for you with a little bow. Away from your friends and the music it felt like you could breathe again. Inhaling deeply, you let your sadness be dulled by the smell of leather and cigarettes and that one slightly spicy aftershave Sihtric used.

With the slam of the driver’s side door Sihtric was next to you once more. ‘‘Some party huh?’

‘Oh yeah, one of Uhtred’s best.’

Sihtric looked at you with a single eyebrow raised and amusement in his mismatched eyes. You shrugged, turning your gaze from him back to the house. You kept getting flashes of Osferth kissing her.

As if Sihtric could hear your thoughts he turned on the radio, setting the local station to a comfortable volume. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel gently and ever so slightly off beat. You turned to him, glancing from his fingers to his face pointedly.

‘Can I help you Y/N?’ He was grinning at you, dimples appearing as he feigned ignorance.

‘You could at least try to be match the song.’

‘Is it annoying you?’

‘No. Not at all.’ A lie and an ill hidden one at that. The car slowed to a stop as the lights changed from green to amber, and the drumming of Sihtric’s fingers only got louder. ‘Oh, come on!’

‘What?’ His grin was shit eating but infectious. You made a grab for his fingers, a hopeless attempt to pin them to the wheel at least but Sihtric was too fast. He grabbed your wrist and held it high as his other hand attacked your side. Your battle and squeals were cut short with the horn of another car, the green light flashing at you.

As your laughter faded the sinking feeling returned. You could feel the mood in the car change and cursed yourself for it. You could feel Sihtric’s eyes on you too. You shook your head, as if that would physically dislodge the feelings you had.

‘Hey, it’s okay to be sad you know.’

‘I know but…’ Sihtric let the silence hang, turning down the radio as you fiddled with the cuff of your sleeve. ‘I just don’t want to be sad about it. He’s my friend and I want him to be happy, if she makes him happy surely I should support that.’ The Dane hummed in response. ‘I mean, there are plenty more fish in the sea, right?’

‘There are.’

‘Do you know any who would be interested in all of this?’ You gestured to yourself with a vague swish of your hand. Sihtric’s eyes crinkled at the sides as he puffed out a laugh.

‘Oh, I know a few. Half of them wouldn’t be able to handle you though.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘It means women like you are rare, Y/N. You should be treated that way.’ You could feel the blush rise from your chest to the tops of your ears. Sihtric took another quick glance at you before taking a turning that wasn’t on route to your house.

‘Excuse me, where are we going?’ You welcomed the distraction, perking up in your seat as Sihtric shrugged.

‘Just some place I know.’

You huffed at his mystery but let yourself relax as the grey buildings faded into lush greenery, and eventually the ocean.

‘You know what I said about there being plenty of fish in the sea? I didn’t mean it literally.’ Sihtric scoffed at your words, gently nudging your leg as he changed gears.

‘Shut up.’

Sihtric parked the car in a passing place, and once the engine stopped you could hear the roar of the waves. It was far colder by the coast, the wind nipping at your exposed skin and blurring your vision. You rubbed your palms together as your fingers turned icy.

You could hear Sihtric yelling something at you, but the words were lost on the wind, it wasn’t until his hoodie was thrown in your face that you understood. You didn’t bother trying to yell back, instead you mouthed a thank you, hoping he’d see the sincerity in it.

The fabric was well loved but it smelled good, and it still held the warmth of Sihtric’s skin. You pulled the hood up, tying the sting under your chin as you walked closer to the edge of the cliff face. Sihtric came to stand beside you a few minutes later, a packet of cigarettes in hand.

‘Why here?’

‘It helps clear my head.’ Even this close Sihtric’s voice still sounded distant, but you found comfort in his words regardless. The waves took the heavy feeling from your heart and washed apart of it away, the rest seeming to subside as Sihtric tapped your shoulder, his eyes shining as he mimed for you to pass him his lighter.

You smiled back, questioning until he pointed to the front pocket of his hoodie. You reached for it, turning the cool metal of the lighter in your hands.

You shook your head. No. Sihtric’s eyebrows shot up, mimicking the action once more before you started backing away from him. The confusion slowly started to fade from his face and your footsteps quickened.

Before he could make a grab for you, you were already sprinting back to the car, glancing over your shoulder every now and then. Sihtric’s legs were far longer than your own and he closed the gap quickly, but not quickly enough to catch you.

You darted from left to right, right to left. Your heart was pounding, and your laughter took your breath away, betraying the pace you had set. The game of cat and mouse came to halt as you locked eyes with the car between you.

‘Y/N,’ You could hear the warning in his voice. ‘Give me my lighter.’

‘And what if I don’t?’

‘I’ll leave you here.’

‘You wouldn’t.’

The car doors unlocked with a click and a flash of headlights. ‘Wouldn’t I?’

As long as you’d known Sihtric he’d always been good at masking himself, a face made for poker. The longer you looked at him the more unsure you became, slowly you rounded the car towards him. As soon as you were in arms reach you could see his plan clear as day on his face, yet there was nothing you could do to against his speed. His arms circled your waist quickly, his laughter mixing with your own. You fought him with the same vigour as you had done before, slapping his forearms and flailing legs. He only let you go when he has the lighter in his hands.

‘I believe that’s one one.’

‘Pfft, get in the car.’

Even with the heating blasting you kept Sihtric’s hoodie on, whacking him with the oversized sleeve as he tutted at your feet resting on the dash.

‘Do you feel any better?’ You turned to face him, confused at the look on his face. His eyes were searching yours and you could see the concern in them.

‘I feel great.’ As soon as you said the words you remembered why you shouldn’t. You waited for the sadness, the weight of a heavy heart but it didn’t come. Not while Sihtric was smiling at you like that.

‘Good. You should always feel this way.’

‘That’s the second time you’ve told me that today.’

‘I mean it. If Osferth couldn’t see that, and I say this with love, then it’s his loss.’

‘Thank you.’ Sihtric shook his head, his eyes going from you to your lips back to your eyes. You followed the curve of his mouth and the sharp lines of his cheekbones, to the softness in his eyes, trying to work out if this was all a part of making you feel better or if he meant it. He had never lied to you yet.

‘You don’t need to thank me, Y/N. If you gave me the chance, I’d show you that every day.’

‘As in date me?’

‘I’ve wanted to date you since the day I met you, I thought it was obvious and then I saw the way you looked at Osferth and how could I deny him a chance with someone like you.’

‘Well, I’m looking at you now.’ And you were. You saw the small smile, the softness in his eyes and the loveliness that was Sihtric. You saw it all and wondered how you could have been so blind.

‘Is that a yes?’

‘How could I say no?’

#tlk fanfic #tlk sihtric #Sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric fanfic #sihtric kjartanson x reader #sihtric x reader #inga writes

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hpalways · 3 years

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Yaksha’s Destiny || Xiao

DARKNESS was the biggest fear held by fellow Yakshas. This power bestowed upon you and many alike gave an opening to the pitting shadows that raged within your chambers. Some days, it wasn't as bad -- other days... it felt like you were getting ripped apart into shreds, taking in all your willpower to battle against it. It was tempting, to give in and call it quits. Life for a Yaksha wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. There were always too many demons and not enough heroes. Especially for a weaker one like you, anger and frustration would stem from these battles, only to eat at you later on.

Today was one of those days. The sky was a stormy sea of clouds, with the Gods crying from the heaven above. Droplets prickled down your bare skin, cold to the touch. While in the mountainside, you had stumbled upon demonic energy, so there was no choice but to finish them off.

Dodging the monster that lunged at you, you took out your polearm. The hydro vision on your hip gleamed brightly in the setting. Taking a turn, you could feel power surge to your arms. As you were about to jab your weapon into the demon's abdomen, they had ducked in time. Shit. You had underestimated this one.

Its body rammed into you, knocking you off your feet. Air left your system, causing you to groan in pain. Just as it was about to sink its teeth into your arm, you rolled over on one side and jumped back to your feet. Fingers clenching tightly around the metal stick, you pushed your hind legs and tried to stab at it another time. Your speed and reaction time was too slow. Too damn slow. Too damn weak. Gritting your teeth, you began to use up more of Yaksha's power, drinking the exhilarating taste of freedom. It was so addicting... often times, you'd wished it'd never stop.

A burst of water shrouded from the weapon, circling the demon until it was surrounded. With one, clean fell swoop, you sliced the demon and the energy faded away. The deed was done.

Falling to your knees, your entire body was shaking. Face contorted and in pain, nails dug into the earth to feel wet mud. Your body would not move -- it could not. Stilling there as if you had just been paralyzed, hungering thoughts plagued your mind... Thoughts you wished weren't yours. Letting out a disgusting whimper, similar to that of a wounded animal, you bit down on your lip, hard. Blood dribbled down your chin, painting the grass in crimson. Tugging at your mask, you stared at it for a moment. A sigh let out.

That was a close one. Crashing to the ground, your chest heaved up and down in exhaustion.

A figure suddenly entered your peripheral vision. Climbing up to the ridge of the mountain was Xiao, his dark teal locks blowing along with the harsh winds. Donned in his usual robes, he was as attractive as ever. The first time you stumbled upon him -- one of the famous five -- you nearly forgot to breathe. You had referred to him as Alatus then, starstrucked by such a powerful being.

You would never not awed by him. The way he held himself would always come to remind you of the big gap in strength between the two of you. Maybe you did establish a relationship with this all-mighty Yaksha, but this inferiority complex was tugging your strings more than you'd like to admit.

At the same time, he provided you the distraction needed. He kept you grounded, which prevented you from going mad. He was the only one who made you feel human, if that was even possible.

Golden amber hues landed on you, withholding an unreadable expression. He walked up to your beaten up form and sat down, unbothered by the rain. Struggling to get yourself into a sitting position, you looked out at the view in front.

"You used up too much of your power again," he murmured.

"Do you think I don't know that? I had no choice," you sighed.

His sharp eyes narrowed further. "You were being careless."

"It happened. There's nothing I can do to change it." His anger barely dwindled and the scowl only deepened. "Come on, Xiao. I don't want to talk about my mistakes when I'm with you. Busy as we are, I barely get to see you as of late. Can't we just enjoy our brief time together?"

That got him. His eyes softened at your words and he reluctantly nodded in agreement. Seizing the victory, you laid your head on his shoulder, feeling warmth even upon this cold weather. The rain was starting to let down too -- perhaps Xiao was the lucky charm.

"What have you been up to?" you inquired.

"Demons. Monsters. The usual," he responded. His cheeks tinged with a soft pink all of a sudden. "I... I also got you something."

Your ears perked up at the sound of this. Lifting your head, you watched him in curiosity. He took something out from his robe pockets and slowly opened his palm. Laying there was a blue, glowing object. Shaped as a butterfly, it was gorgeous. You had never seen this kind of butterfly around these parts. He must have traveled far to have found it.

"It's a crystalfly," he mumbled, averting his eyes in embarrassment. Your heart raced at his actions. He was too cute. Before meeting him, you could have never imagined the Vigilant Yaksha to possess such qualities. "I saw it and... thought it would look good in your hair."

"Oh, I love it. Thank you," you whispered breathlessly, touched beyond words. This was exactly what you meant with how Xiao could easily brush your problems away with a smile.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and kissed his lips. They were soft as petal leaves. He returned the gesture immediately, arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace. Digging your fingers into his hair, you kissed with a ferocity that was never present in your fights. This was to release the pain you dealt with today. As long Xiao was here, you were going to be okay. As long as he was by your side, you were going to be okay. This era of demons and gods will end someday, leaving you a happy future with him.

You tasted him. His lips. His mouth. His entire self. He tasted of mint. He tasted of life. He tasted of iron. The kind of metal tang found in blood. Sighs were exchanged upon each kiss, breathless but the two of you would not let the other go. Your lips trailed down to his jaw, peppering his baby-soft skin with a few nibbles here and there. He let out a gasp.

Finally you pulled away, giggling at his flustered state for your bold moves.

The end was nearing. He picked up the crystal fly and reached up to your [h/c] hair. While he gently pinned it down, you could only focus on his swollen lips. He was beautiful... and you loved him so.

"[Y/N]," he said, interrupting the honey silence of the mountains. "If you are ever in trouble, just call my name and I will come to you. In any circumstance, avoid overusing your power."

This bliss that left you giddy disappeared as quick as it came. All that remained was the harsh, cruel reality. Brows knitted together in offense and you quickly shook your head. "Why would I do that? I'm a Yaksha. What kind of Yaksha seeks help from another? This wounds my pride, Xiao. Is your faith in my skill and strength that low?"

"No. That's not it," he argued, features twisted in desperation. "Why won't you let me protect you?"

"Unbelievable," you merely scoffed, staggering up to stand. "I have to go. I'm sure you do too."

Ignoring his blubbering protests, you jumped down upon ledges until you reached ground level safely. He didn't understand what you had to go through. He never had to face judgement from those who didn't believe in you. Strong enough to battle the demons both externally and internally, Xiao was different from you. But even so... even if his words meant that he only cared for you, it hurt like you had been just stabbed.

You were willing to prove to him that you could stand on your own feet. He was going to eat his own words. So would the other Yakshas who looked down on you your entire life. If you trained hard enough, surely improvement could be gained. Right? It wasn't as if destiny could determine what you could accomplish already.

Approaching the forest that was said to contain many strong demons and monsters, you surged ahead, with eyes filled of challenge.

There, sitting in a nook was a cave, Sensing a suffocating presence, you knew you had hit a jackpot. Sneaking across the grassy lands, you stayed silent. The tall, towering trees were beginning to look a lot more ominous. Tiptoeing to the edge of the cave, you peered in to find the energy unbearably strong. One staggering breath later and you went forward. A roar let out, signaling that it knew of its intruder. Shoulders tensed up and sweat beaded your forehead, but you couldn't stop now. No matter what, you were going to go through with it.

It was a beast. Fangs gleamed in the darkness, nearly the size of your weapon. Having woken from its slumber, its terrifying eyes landed on you. Claws swiped the air, which you barely avoided in time. Fear had seized you with a hand, choking you until you could barely move. This was a terrible, foolish move. There was no way you could beat such a demon.

Calling in more power, it filled you up at the core. To waste no time, you delved right into battle, slashing at the monster. It had little to none effect on it. With a lazy swipe of its arm, it slammed you right into the cave's walls, causing you to spit out blood. Pushing yourself up, you tried again, putting in more power to your weapon. Adding hydro to the mix, the weapon hit its arms. It caused the monster to roar in pain, but that only made it more angry. Barreling straight to you, similar but much more frightening than the last demon, it pounced on you, pinning you down to the ground.

Drool left its mouth, splattering all over on your face. Its claws dug into your side and you let out a piercing scream. You were so fucking sick of this shit. Why was it destined that you had to stay weak? It was so unfair you wished to cry your heart out.

The last of the powers was used. Pushing the demon's hold on you, you stumbled up and felt thrill run through. It was delicious, but your mind was also beginning to grow hazy. "X-Xiao..." you uttered out.

The Conqueror of Demons arrived as soon as you called, anxious to apologize for his insensitivity. What he didn't expect to see was a battlefield. A large and strong demon was torn apart to pieces, the iron smell of it so strong, it was gagworthy. Sitting on the pile of bones was you, dark, gruesome scratches decorating your arms and legs. A deep gash was bleeding from your torso and your [e/c] eyes were dimmed; at the same time, they held a crazed look in them.

His face paled and his body grew cold at the sight. You did the thing he last wanted to happen. Already too far in and consumed by the darkness surrounding your whole life, you were looking at him not with love, but with bloodlust. "I'll kill you, Xiao!" you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Climbing down, you tried to run to him. But your footsteps halted and you crashed to the ground. Spazzing out as if you had just been electrocuted by lightning, the Vigilant Yaksha slowly approached you, tears streaming down the side of his face. He kneeled down, cradling your head in his lap. "Don't leave me..." He hit the ground in fury. "Dammit! Why didn't you listen to me!?"

Consciousness returned but you were on the brink of death. The wound was deep, but so were the demons. It was raining again, so you forced a small smile out. "I'm weak. It's my fate," you whispered. "At least I won't have to suffer through this darkness any longer. It's over. I quit. You won, my demons. I am yours to keep."

"Shut your mouth," he snarled. The rain had turned into a storm, adding fury into the mix. "Please. You can make it through this. Don't leave me yet. It was going to get better. An era with no more demons to haunt us. You said so yourself."

"That was just a stupid dream."

"Don't fucking say that," he growled, flinching as if he'd just been slapped. You were supposed to be the optimist here. It meant that this death was real... and that you would accept it with open arms. "It's going to happen. So hold on. Let me find someone to save you."

Your head shook and you winced. "We all learned this since young. We'll die if we let our power consume us. It's impossible and you know it."

"Stop," he choked out, lowering his head until his hair covered his broken expression. "Then don't talk. Save your breath."

You ignored his words. "Thank you... for the crystalfly. Does it look pretty on me?" you murmured.

He heaved out a sob and slowly nodded. "I've never seen anyone more beautiful."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"And I'm sorry."

"I am too."

"Protect... the people... like you always do, my sweet, Vigilant Yaksha." Your voice grew more raspy by the second, for the pain was getting unbearable.

You fluttered your eyes shut and the pain faded. On the other hand, Xiao's pain grew, the scars and trauma there to haunt him, for a life and infinity.

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holycatsandrabbits · 3 years

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Tollense, an original serial romance by Dannye Chase, Chapter 3

A history professor falls in love with his best friend, a 3000-year-old vampire.

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Chapter 3

1996 (Three years later)

Liam got a letter in the mail that morning, another one, from New York this time. Liam didn’t know anyone in New York who would send this kind of letter. In any case, they were all from the same person, no matter the constantly changing postmark, and they all said the same hateful, frightening things.

Liam had just tossed this one into the drawer with the others when Kurt appeared out of nowhere, as only he could. Liam had done a bit of research on vampires in the three years he’d known Kurt (as much study as he could on something that was supposed to be fictional), and teleportation was not a common vampire ability. But then Kurt was not a common vampire.

“Morning,” Kurt said, dropping into a kitchen chair. He looked a bit bed-rumpled, but Liam honestly wasn’t sure whether it was because Kurt had been sleeping or because Kurt thought that humans should look bed-rumpled in the morning. “Been for your run yet?” Kurt asked.

“I was just getting ready to go.”

“Want company?”

“You’re not dressed for it,” Liam pointed out, waving a hand at Kurt’s blue jeans, and that caused Kurt to vanish again. Liam was lacing his shoes when Kurt reappeared, this time wearing athletic shorts and, crucially, no shirt. Liam’s fingers tripped over themselves and got tangled in his shoelaces like clumsy people with jump ropes.

Liam had seen Kurt without his shirt on occasionally over the last three years, most memorably when Kurt had shown Liam the scars he still carried from the earliest thing he remembered— a Bronze Age battle. There was a scar above his heart and two on his left shoulder, the marks of flint arrowheads, presumably the wounds that caused his death.

But that was not what caught Liam’s attention when Kurt was shirtless. Kurt had the build of a fighter: a slender waist, sturdy legs, broad shoulders and strong arms. His chest was smoothly muscled around the scars. Meanwhile Liam had the body of a thirty-year-old history professor who went for a run most mornings, but also had a fondness for rocky road ice cream.

Liam wasn’t sure if Kurt knew about the threatening letters. He was also not sure if Kurt knew how fervently Liam desired him. If he was aware of either, or, most importantly, felt any desire in return, he had never said. And while Liam was sorting out the shoelace mess, Kurt pulled on a shirt, so the distraction passed.

The morning was cool, with fog still gathering around the trees. While they ran, Kurt told Liam about a morning in 1914 outside of Ypres, when snow had fallen silently, covering fallen leaves and fallen soldiers alike.

Liam had learned by now that Kurt did not feel the cold. It must have been obvious during a winter campaign, when Kurt’s fingers did not stiffen with frostbite, or his toes blister with trench foot. Sometimes, Kurt had told him, his fellow soldiers thought of him as an indestructible good luck charm. Sometimes they looked on the only member of their group to emerge from a battle unscathed and called him a demon.

A countless number of Kurt’s stories ended with him holding a fellow soldier as he succumbed to injury and passed out of this world.

When they turned back onto Liam’s street, there was a blue car in Liam’s driveway that belonged to one of Liam’s students, Martina. She was standing beside the car, waving at them. Of course, she wasn’t there to see Liam.

When Liam got out of the shower fifteen minutes later, he was surprised to see Kurt in the kitchen alone, drinking the coffee that Liam kept on hand for him. Coffee and water were the only things Liam had ever seen Kurt eat or drink. “Martina didn’t stay?” Liam asked.

“No. She was just returning my jacket.” Kurt looked melancholy for a moment, a brief flash across his features before it faded back into his usual somewhat detached expression. “She met someone else. He’s moving in.”

Liam looked at him in shock. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

Kurt shook his head. “I’m happy for her. She’s about to graduate anyway, so we were going to break it off.”

Martina was not the first of Liam’s students that Kurt had dated. Kurt was very good about it, really. The students he chose were from the graduate program, so all in their mid-twenties or older, and they’d all known what Kurt was. They’d chosen to be a part of his life for a while, providing him with companionship, and, though they didn’t usually state it so plainly, with blood.

“I don’t get attached,” Kurt said. “And I pick those who won’t get attached to me. I don’t have the patience for a line of angry exes. Better to be with those who will part as friends.”

“Have you ever been wrong?” Liam asked. He didn’t look at Kurt, carefully focusing on the toaster and butter dish.

“Accidentally broken someone’s heart, you mean?” Kurt asked. “Or lost my own?”

“Either.”

“Not in a long time.”

“Ah.” Liam buttered his toast with perhaps more force than was called for.

“I investigated him, though. Martina’s new boyfriend. His name is Devon.”

“Investigated,” Liam repeated. He sat down at the table opposite Kurt, accepting the cup of coffee Kurt passed to him.

“He seems like a very nice man. And he loves her.”

“So you read his mind.”

“I can’t read minds.”

“I’m not sure I believe you.”

Kurt looked amused. “I know. But not because I read your mind. In any case, Martina is my friend. She’s under my protection. And so are you.”

This last part was said gently, but Liam caught its meaning as overtly as he was meant to. He let out a groan and pushed away what was left of his toast. “How long have you known?”

“Long enough. The letters are mailed from around the country, but I am almost certain the sender is local. He probably travels a lot, and also has other people mail the letters without knowing what’s in them.”

“That’s what the police think. They also think they’re not serious.”

Kurt seemed immensely unimpressed by this opinion. “So did you do something that some bastard holds a grudge for? Murder his wife? Steal his parking space? Or do you think it’s because you’re gay?”

Liam’s sexuality was not something that had come up in conversation before, so Liam was a bit startled to hear it accurately described. “I have no idea,” he said. “I certainly don’t recall murdering anyone.”

“I’ve looked over the letters. No fingerprints, and I can’t find anything distinctive about the printer he uses.” When Kurt got emotional, he wore it strangely, as if he could be both agitated and unaffected at the same time. Right now his green eyes were bright and his mouth tight. His fingers curled sharply around his coffee cup, blanching white where they gripped too hard. But the rest of his body was still relaxed in the chair, stretched into the sort of lazy pretzel shape that sore legs often took after a run. Liam sometimes wondered what Kurt would be like if he stopped trying so hard to seem human.

“They’re not serious,” Liam told him.

“I’m not convinced of that. You really don’t have suspects?”

Liam shrugged. “Nobody in particular.”

“Ex-lovers?”

Liam focused on his coffee. “I haven’t had one of those for some time.”

“Family?”

“It’s just my sister and me, and we get along fine as long as she can pretend I’m not gay.”

Kurt’s fingers clenched around the coffee cup again. “This is a very intolerant period of history.”

Liam laughed, not unkindly. “It is all history to you, isn’t it? This is just another era to walk through. How odd to—”

“Stop trying to change the subject. Colleagues?”

“I’ve never had any problems. Anyway, the letters are all anti-university. Anti-technology. Unabomber-type stuff.”

“I’m not sure I trust the subject matter. Why send anti-technology missives to a history professor? It still feels personal to me. The one you got today talks about kidnapping you, Liam. That’s a very intimate threat.”

Liam groaned. “How the hell—”

“I read it while you were in the shower.” Kurt did look a little regretful, at least. “Look, I know you don’t like me being all— the way I am—”

“If I minded the vampire stuff, I’d never have agreed to work with you. What I object to is your being sneaky and intrusive on an entirely human level.”

Kurt seemed surprised, which was not a common look on him. He stared at Liam for a moment before saying, “Well, I object to being kept in the dark about your safety.”

“Kurt—”

They were interrupted by the ding noise that Liam’s computer made when he received an email. Normally Liam might ignore it, but at the moment, he welcomed the distraction.

The email was from a colleague in Germany, and as Liam read it, he forgot all about their argument. “Kurt,” he said, in an entirely different tone than the one he’d just used. Kurt was behind him in an instant, moving with that silent speed he had.

Liam traced his finger across the screen, aware that he wasn’t supposed to do that, but he hadn’t quite yet learned not to treat emails like they were pieces of paper. “Look at this. Someone found an arm bone with a flint arrowhead in the bank of the Tollense River in Germany. It’s not— it’s not a giant battle, not yet, just with one body, but it’s the right place, the right time. My colleague thinks this could be what we were looking for, and I think he’s right. Your earliest memory. Your origin. It could be Tollense.”

Kurt had knelt down so that he could read the screen more easily. When he turned his head it brought his mouth so very close to Liam’s. “You did it,” he said softly. “You found it.”

“Well, I didn’t find anything. Someone else—”

“But you put your neck on the line, theorizing about a battle in a time and place no one expected.”

“It’s not like I don’t have eye-witness evidence.”

“But no one knows that. You’ve endured a lot of controversy, trying to help me.”

“Oh, I don’t care about that. I care about—” Liam cut himself off before he could say it.

Kurt seemed to hear it anyway, because he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Liam’s.

It was a light kiss only for a few seconds, until Liam made an intensely hungry noise and Kurt responded to it, bringing his hands up around Liam’s face to hold him steady. Kurt deepened the kiss, sweeping into Liam’s open mouth with his tongue.

Liam had thought about a kiss like this, thorough and overwhelming, fantasized about it, wondered if it might happen someday because Kurt would read his mind and know how much Liam wanted it. But Liam was suddenly sure in that moment that Kurt could not read minds, or at least, that he’d left Liam’s to its secrets. If he had read it, he would have known not to kiss Liam. Because unlike the students Kurt sought out, Liam was already attached, far too much, to this utterly alien man who kissed with a technique undoubtedly honed over millennia, ranging from soft to strong all in a single lick of his tongue, instinctively knowing which parts of Liam’s mouth were most sensitive, and all with a kindness Liam had never before felt.

It was the kindness that made Liam put his hands up and push Kurt gently away. Liam didn’t want kindness at that moment, didn’t want Kurt offering this kiss out of gratitude or friendship, or because Kurt knew Liam was attracted to men and would probably enjoy it. Even because he was worried about Liam’s safety. Kurt was three thousand years old, and he’d no doubt live for many thousands of years after this. Liam’s lifespan was a drop of water in the river of Kurt’s life. Kurt had said it just this morning— he would never allow himself to get attached.

After the kiss broke, Kurt looked at Liam searchingly for a moment, and then moved away.

“We should— we should visit Germany,” Liam managed to say. Kurt just nodded.

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Being a role model SUCKS (Inuyasha)

Spending time in the future was usually fun and a break from the stress that the feudal era gave out but the bucketful. Usually but not this visit. Inuyasha should of known something was up when Kagome A) kept talking about how upset and babyish Souta felt needing bedtime diapers as of late (and some day time pull ups, there had been little leaks) but also B) was giving Inuyasha all the instant ramen noodles he could handle and more.

Sadly, nothing quite clicked till they had arrived and then he'd been cornered not only by Kagome, but her mother as well while Souta was playing out behind the house.. and from there everything had gone downhill.

After a long talk (Well the women had talked, Inuyasha had argued but they seemed to ignore any points he made) Inuyasha found himself making a deal that he would give Souta the confidence boost he needed by having someone bigger then him be more BABYISH then him.. and in return Inuyasha got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it next time he visited.

"And let me tell you right here and now, My list of demands are gonna be HUGE!" Inuyasha growled.

Kagome however just smiled and patted his head like he was already just a huffy baby and had lead him off to get dressed for the part.

Souta huffed as he kicked the soccer ball at the goal post, catching it and kicking it back over and over. It just wasn't fair that his bladder was betraying him like this when he was -9- years old! without a doubt in his mind, he was the biggest diaper baby in the whole town, heck maybe even the whole freaking country!

That thought was interrupted as he heard a LOUD crinkling noise and turned to see what it was.. and his ball hit his shin as his jaw almost hit the ground.

Waddling out behind behind Kagome dressed in a red onesie that did NOTHING to hide the thick, massive diaper(s) he was wearing and a pair of sandal's was Inuyasha!

The Half demon was beet red and seemed to be tugging on Kagome's arm, making it clear he'd rather go back inside even as he looked this way and that until, heh, she stopped and gave him a swat on his padded backside and shook a finger at him, talking clearly.

"No Inuyasha, you've been hiding inside for 2 weeks now, you need some fresh air and that's why we're in the future." She scolded.

"But..but.." Inuyasha whined.

"It's ok Inuyasha, I'm sure Souta won't tease you just because you can't control yourself right now." Kagome said in a motherly tone, then turned back to Souta. "Isn't that right Little guy?"

"heh..hehehehe yeah no, I won't at all Little yasha!" Souta said, a big silly grin breaking out on his face now."What even happened though?" he asked, coming over to the pair.

Kagome let go of Inuyasha's hand though gave him a look and the huffing diapered half demon plopped his butt onto the soft dirt of the back yard.

"Oh, we got attacked by a crazy priest who figured the only way to redeem demons was to teach them humility." Kagome started, a well practiced lie. "Basically Poor little Inuyasha, heh, or yasha as you called him..I like that! Anyways, he lost a lot of power and well control of his tinkles and uh-oh's for 3 weeks.Not to mention he's become a lot more..childish as you might of noticed." As Kagome said that with her back to the half demon Inuyasha stuck his tongue out at her and Souta covered his mouth to keep from giggling. Kagome turned to see what was so funny but Inuyasha had stopped JUST in time and was looking away, trying and failing to whistle. "...Anyways..I've been trying to deal with it in the past but frankly he's been stinking up his cabin and I'm sick of washing his diapers. figured why not let him spend the last week of it here and enjoy the freedom to play outside AND the wonders of disposable diapers." she finished.

"oh well, shucks , Little yasha could of came here sooner! I would of helped look after him!" Souta said, swelling with big boy pride since heck he was just in a nice and slim pull-up AND he didn't stink up his diapers! "If you wanna take a little break I'll even watch him for you right now." Souta added.

"Will you? that'd be great!" Kagome gushed and ruffled his hair. "Oh, one thing, with Inuyasha starting to get his control back, you'll have to keep asking him every so often if he need to potty or needs a diaper change. about once a hour. I'd worry more on the diaper change though myself."

the fact that Souta was suppose to be doing a potty check himself once a hour flew right over his head and the little 9 year old nodded and gave a thumbs up.

"Don't worry sis, I got this!"

Inuyasha was mentally adding heaps on his list of demands as his new nick name caught on and Kagome went out of her way to make him seem even more helpless.

with his 'darling' girlfriend retreating inside, Souta came over to him and smiled, then bent down and sniffed, confusing Inuyasha for a second.

"Hmm, you SMELL clean for the moment at least." Souta said and then patted Inuyasha's head. "Good boy!"

If he made it thought the week without having to kill someone Inuyasha wanted all the good damn treats.. but knowing the role he was SUPPOSE to play he gave a silly grin (And the heat pats kinda sorta maybe felt nice too.)

"Well little yasha, what do you wanna do? I was playing some soccer but if your muscle control and stuff is all messed up I don't think that's a good idea. sides you likely can't move too fast in your diapies." Souta said.

'So nice but still being a jerk..it must run in the fucking family.' Inuyasha thought then put a thoughtful look on his face. "Ummm we could play hide n seek!" Inuyasha offered up, putting a doopy childish twinge to his voice.

"ok, You hide and I'll seek. I'll give you to the count of 20." Souta said and went to cover his eyes when Inuyasha tugged at his shorts. "Hmm? what's wrong?"

"How many is 20?" Inuyasha asked, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, not having to force a blush as the pure humiliation of this all was taking care of it for him.

A big grin broke out on Souta's face and he bent down and took Inuyasha's hands in his.

"20 is this many.. and then" and Souta let go of Inuyasha's hands and tapped a finger on the exposed toes since Inuyasha had gone sockless in the sandals. "and this many. Can you keep track of that?"

"Ummm I think so!" Inuyasha said and nodded his head, having to admit that was all sorts of cute.

"Ok then, when I hit 20 you'll hear me say, ready or not, here I come anyways in case you lose count." Souta said and with a last head pat, he stood up and closed his eyes, starting to count.

Of course Inuyasha could of scaled a tree or taken to the roof top even with the bulky diapers he had on, he decided to play fair and also, knew it would ruin the whole plan and he hadn't of put up with it THIS far just to fuck it up now.

He needed what would seem like a good hiding spot to a toddler but clearly wouldn't work for him and now up on his feet he scanned the yard.

"One...two...three...four.."

Jesus, this wasn't like a life or death battle but for Inuyasha he found himself frozen on the spot, trying to figure out what would work, his natural instinct to win was messing up his need to lose!

"Five...six..seven.."

ok this was just getting stupid! he fought the urge to face palm and then spotted a narrow opening under the steps to the back porch, it would hide him from Souta's direct line of sight but would of gotten him caught as soon as the little guy came close.

"Eight...nine...ten, That's half the count yasha!" Souta called.

'heh, he really is a fair sport.' Inuyasha thought, then as stealthy as he could (read, not at all) waddled his way over to his chosen hiding spot even as his tummy started to feel a little bit weird.

'Must be that glass of icky juice they insisted I drink before coming out so I don't get dehydrated.' Inuyasha thought, crinkling loudly and having to speed up.

"Fourteen...fifteen...sixteen..." Souta called out, a big goofy grin on his face.

Waddling with all the speed he muster and keep up the lie, Inuyasha drove to get into the hole.. and found out that while he had been right he could of squeezed in there normally.. he hadn't taken into account the triple diapers. His upper half was in, but his padd butt and legs stuck out and he knew if he tried to force himself in,he'd end up losing them.

'fuck my life..'

"seventeen, eighteen..nineteen...twenty! Ready or not here I ..pffft.. come..heh. Did you get stuck little yasha?"

Inuyasha had been about to push himself back out but with Souta's suggestion, figured that worked and started to give out a sheepish yes, but his tummy cramped and it came out much more panicked.

"Yeah! Uh.. Please help me git out!" he said, one hand keeping him from going into the dead leaves and the like under the step but the other was on his tummy, and he kicked his legs a little more to try and work out the cramp.

"hey, it's ok! don't worry! I'm coming over, though you have to stop kicking your legs. I'm gonna grab you at the waist and pull you back, so watch your head!" Souta called, and Inuyasha could hear him running over.

"O-Ok." The half demon whimpered, the cramps were getting worst and he semi pushed back a little giving Souta a better place to grip though he didn't take into account with the building cramps he might not want someone wrenching on his midsection.

'oh god, this feels like that time I ate those clam's that had gone bad right before I..I..Oh those fucking bitches!' Inuyasha thought, cluing in to why the ladies of the house had grinned so big when Inuyasha had downed his drink to get the icky tasting thing over and done with.

he had a brief second to think about just calling this off, he'd get himself out and whine to Souta that his tummy hurt and try and shit himself somewhere private, but by then it was far, far too late.

Souta's little arms and hands were trying to pull him out and the extra force on his tummy tum meant that while he did get free, pushing himself back to make it look like it was all Souta, he banged his head on the step knocking him loopy for a split second and also started to filled his diapers.

As he loudly farted and giggled, he wore a blissful stupid derp face.

Souta was shocked at just how strong he was as he freed the poor trapped little guy, though it was soon replaced with amusement and disgust as Inuyasha started to let out massive wet fart and then more then that, a stupid look on his face.

"Uhhh yasha, are you going boom boom?" Souta asked, holding his nose. it was rhetorical question at this point as the diaper was starting to swell, so Souta didn't figure he was gonna need to do a sniff check.

"Hehehe Ya! Going PBBBBBBTTTT!" Inuyasha giggled and stuck his tongue out, blowing a raspberry.

"heh, you surrrre are buddy. but it's ok. You uh.. stay here and finish up and I'll go get Kagome ok?" He said/asked, coming over and patting Inuyasha's head.

"OOOOOOTAYYYY!" the diaper pooping derp coo'ed.

"heh..wish Kagome would of worked me you went all derp when you unload. kinda cute." Souta giggled, then dashed up the step's to stick his head in the back door.

"Kagome! You need to come and get your boyfriend, he's pooping himself silly, Literally!" Souta called.

Yeah, wearing pull-ups sucked, but as Souta pulled his head back out of the back door and looked down at Inuyasha, at least he was a stinky diaper derp.

The end..for now

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themonkeycabal · 3 years

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Wandavision Ep 6 Spoilers

No really, spoilers.

Previously on Wandavision — Wanda told SWORD to shove their drones right straight up their asses, Vision woke up to the reality that his utopian sitcom life was in fact a dystopian hellscape, their children were extremely creepy, and Agnes was being bizarre as hell and super sus. In the real world, Acting Director Dick was a dick, and Darcy and Jimmy welcomed Monica into their sciencey weird-crime-fighting team. Monica also mentioned an aerospace engineer she knows, which some suggest may be the first mention of Reed Richards in the MCU. I have conflicted feelings about the Fantastic Four. Mostly I never liked them. But, I'm open to revising my opinion.

Oh, and also X-Men 'Verse Pietro showed up suddenly and that was fun.

Anyway. the roommate and I tried to sort out a timeline — so Monica unBlips and goes back to work at SWORD three weeks later. AD Dick tells us Wanda stole Vision's body nine days previously. That means, just three weeks ago Wanda was in the middle of a battle, lost her boyfriend, was Snapped, was then unsnapped to fall right into the middle of another battle. Lost THREE additional teammates. And then sometime in the following week found out a shady government agency had Vision's body and she probably went "OH HELL NO". Because that's what I would say. So she goes to SWORD, dents a few doors, takes Vision's body and swans off to New Jersey. Look, she's been through a hell of a lot in the last couple weeks, is what I'm saying. I don't blame her a tiny bit. But, also, I don't think she's entirely behind this.

10-year old boy plus video camera = the 90s. Obnoxious opening credits. But, you know, I kind of liked them (as a one off). WAYYY better than last week's.

It's Halloween, and *sigh* Billy is breaking the fourth wall and narrating to the camera. There's childish twin bickering as you expect, Tommy's the wild and crazy twin, and Billy's the buttoned up twin. And Pietro is passed out on the couch at 4 in the afternoon. Living his best life. He teasingly scares the boys, chases them around, and there's awkward child acting.

Wanda comes down the stairs in the classic Scarlet Witch costume, and says she's a Sokovian Fortune Teller. Sokovia was more wild than I realized.

Genuinely funny flashback to Wanda and Pietro trick-or-treating in Sokovia as kids, 'the year we got typhus'. lol. Was it the fish that gave them typhus? Or was that just a special treat? Wanda doubts this version of events, and Pietro suggests she suppressed the memory due to the trauma. This gives Billy the chance to tell the camera that mom's been weird since uncle Pietro turned up to crash on their couch.

Next it's Vision's turn to appear in the classic Vision costume. Yikes. Wanda thanks him for humoring her, and he says there were no other clothes in his closet and they have a very weird second where he's not playing along and she's not sure what to do, and then he breaks into sitcom character says something about "just kidding, i know how much you love mexican wrestling" like it's a luchador costume, and then there's some super weird flirting. TMI you two.

Meanwhile, Pietro is a large child and the kids love him, of course. So there's that.

Back to Wanda and Vision, she's ready to take the kids out trick-or-treating, but Vision says he can't go, he's on the neighborhood watch and must patrol the streets ever-vigilant for wild gangs of child hooligans who might TP trees. He's gone off-script and it takes Wanda a second to figure out how to play this. She says it's the boys' first Halloween so he has to be there. Pietro breaks up the almost argument and says he can be a father figure-type and he'll help with the boys. Vision's still pretty off-script but Wanda doesn't fight it but looks uncertain, and he goes off to protect the night — or early afternoon.

Pietro is a child hooligan and wants to go do hooligany things with the kids. Wanda says he doesn't have a costume and he grabs Billy and they speed off only to return dressed in classic Quicksilver duds. Well, cheap-looking, thrown together Quicksilver duds. I laughed. The hair. lol. Good one.

Outside in the real world. The Hex field is still kind of glowing red and making bad force field noises. It only started doing that when Wanda got pissed in the last ep. Oh, goody, it's Acting Director Dick. I've learned his name is Hayward. I don't care.

Blah blah Stompy Mc-I'm-In-Charge blah. Monica is not pleased about the whole trying to kill Wanda with a missile while she was talking to her plan. AD Dick just says "now we know who we're dealing with". Um … what? You tried to kill her and her response was to tell you to go away. Yeah, boy, she's a monster.

Darcy is there to helpfully remind AD Dick that Wanda made him look like the fool he is. ILU girl. "Hey, there he is; the guy who almost got murdered by his own murder squad." Jimmy just makes a 'i'm so disappointed in you and your choices' face at him in the background.

I despise characters like Hayward. They are so tedious. Narratively they are there to incite conflict, but given the situation conflict naturally exists, surely there are other ways to bring up/drive that tension without the trope of the government heavy ready to solve the problem with the most extreme amount of force available to him. OH no! Our plucky heroes will have to find a way to save the day and fight the Man! Can they do it? Boring. It's too bad General Talbot went insane and then died; he could probably give tips on How Not To Be That Guy.

Anyway

Hayward wants to know if Darcy works for him and she's like "dunno my dude", Monica claims her, AD Dick says "which one of you is the sassy best friend" and Jimmy's like, that is quite enough Acting Director Not Very Nice Man. "There's no time to diminish your colleagues when you're about to start a war you can't win." AD Dick just wants to take out Wanda so the whole nightmare ends. Monica's like um, we literally do not know what's going on. Like, for real we have no clue. So that might not, in fact, end the nightmare, Director Murder Britches.

They argue a lot and Director Dick goes off the rails. Dude's like more unhinged than seems warranted. Unless he's just so embarrassed that he pissed himself when Wanda returned his murder drone to him, he's decided SHE MUST BE DESTROYED FOR THE GOOD OF … NEW JERSEY AND MY SOILED UNDERWEAR OR SOMETHING.

"Captain Rambeau, you are an impediment to this mission!" Oh no! He's gonna tell her all about how hard it was to survive in a post-blip world, all those lucky blipped don't know what it was like! You just can't understand! Monica tells him not to use that as an excuse to be a coward. I'm so bored with this scene. Let me guess, the trio will have to go behind his back to save the day.

"Maybe it's a good thing you weren't here with your mother died. Because, clearly you don't have the stomach for this job." … non-sequitur much? Or is he saying she would have inherited the Director-ship (which should probably not be how that sort of agency works, let's be real). Is this scene five hours long, or does it just feel that way?

The Dick banishes the trio from his base.

"Hayward is way over-stepping his provisional authority". Jimmy Woo, you're so great. Monica says he's up to something. Yeah a tactical nuke and murder. Clearly he doesn't want to actually solve the problem, he just wants the problem to go away with a big show of macho explosions and whatnot. I suspect he might be in over his head, like he was not meant to be Acting Director, let alone Director. Also, he's a boring cliche stereotype and I loathe it.

JIMMY! I legit did not see that coming. He just pure hauls off and clocks one of the soldiers escorting them off the base, to a transport truck or something. Monica seems just as surprised for a second but then she's like "hell yeah!" and jumps in. Darcy sort of stands back and watches. lol. "Why didn't anyone tell me the plan?"

Oh look, it's my shipping container! They put the soldiers in there. Guys, it was for Hayward. Come on.

The trio disguise themselves with ponchos, which is a big step up from the usual MCU disguise of "baseball hat". That was a good bit in Ant-man and the Wasp "it's not a disguise, it just looks like us at a baseball game" (I watched that like last week. I missed Luis). Anyway …

Back in the sitcom world. The kids are ready for their early afternoon trick-or-treating. They're still talking to the camera. It's so awkward. I'm not a fan. I get it's meant to reproduce the very 90s Nick-era sitcoms and so, you know, it's spot on. Still, though.

Pietro is encouraging and supportive. "Unleash hell, demon spawn!"

Dang there are a lot of kids in that neighborhood. Wasn't Vision wondering last episode why there weren't any kids? Is the program correcting itself?

Wanda tries to test Pietro, asking him about some kid at an orphanage when they were kids. Pietro calls her on it, and says he knows he looks different. Wanda wants to know why that is. He says, "You tell me. I mean, if I found shangra-la, I wouldn't want to be reminded of the past, either." Hmm.

The kids speed off with uncle Pietro. Wanda wanders over to talk to neighbor Herb, who has a g-man earbud in and is clearly part of the neighborhood watch. In the background Pietro is stealing all the candy and smashing pumpkins and spraying the place with silly string. The hijinks are so wacky. Wanda tells Herb maybe Vision can help out with the chaos, and Herb says Vision isn't on duty. Oh no, he lied to her!

Herb goes weird "is there something I can do for you, Wanda? Do you want something changed?" Hmmm.

Elsewhere Vision is wandering the wild streets of Westview. He finds people caught in some type of weird decorating loop, the woman seems trapped but aware.

Commercial time! What the fuck was that. "Yo-magic! The snack for survivors." No, really, what the fuck.

Night has fallen, the twins and the twins walk the streets. Wanda's making the boys give back all the candy they stole. She says Pietro is a bad influence. He says "I'm just trying to do my part, kay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats, and ultimately give you grief. I mean, that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"What happened to your accent?"

"What happened to yours? Details are fuzzy, man. I got shot like a chump in the street for no reason." AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! no really AHAHAHAHAAH! Thank you, Pietro! Holy shit, perfect. That's some delicious shade. I expect to see this gif'd fifteen different ways when I load tumblr today.

"Next thing I know, I heard you calling me. I knew you needed me."

The kids interrupt. And now all of a sudden Tommy can zoom. Character development!

Everyone is so careful to give Wanda what she wants. Why? She's not cruel. Who wants to keep her pacified? And whoever it is cannot possibly be pleased with AD Dick messing things up. Assuming it's an outside or outside-ish force/entity, of course. I mean, I don't think she's doing this entirely, she might be the battery powering it, but despite her thing last episode to get SWORD to leave her alone, she does seem a little confused about the where, why, and how things are going.

"Don't go past Ellis Avenue." Just a kid thing or a boundary of the sitcom control world?

In the real world, our heroes are sneaking through a tent city and into the server room. The scene with Pietro and Wanda discussing his accent is playing in the background. Darcy seems put-out that Pietro was recast. lol. "He brought the wrong face."

Darcy hacks into Hayward's devices. "Hayward figured out a way to look through the boundary." "And he didn't share it with the group." I don't like Hayward.

Something is blipping on the map on the computer. Jimmy asks if it's Wanda, but Darcy says "it's tracking the decay signature of vibranium". So Vision. Monica wants to know why Hayward is tracking Vision. Well, I'd super like to know what SWORD was doing with Vision in the first place, because they weren't just storing him, they were doing something. So …

Jimmy notices that there are other dots, the ones closest to Vision, who are other residents. Jimmy says the ones near the edge of town are barely moving.

Back to Vision. He's found a cul-de-sac to patrol. Everybody's frozen in place, the street lights flicker. Eerie. They're all dressed for Halloween. Does this mean the field is shrinking, or the effects spreading and so it's closing in, slowing and then freezing people who were earlier moving about just fine? Vision is unaffected by this whatever it is. He turns himself into himself and flies off, up above the town. part of the town is dark, and part alive with voices and laughter.

He spots a car at the edge of town. It's Agnes. She seems frozen-ish, but when he asks what she's doing there, she says "Town Square Scare. Where is it?" all robotic like. Vision helpfully tries to give directions. lol. "Took a wrong turn, got lost" she says.

Vision touches her head and she wakes up. "You! You're one of the Avengers. You're Vision. Are you here to help us?" "I am Vision. I do want to help. But, what's an Avenger?"

Hmm. Well, I guess he did say last week that he couldn't remember anything before Westview.

"Am I dead?" she asks. "No, why would you think that?" "Because you are."

What was news coverage after the Snap like, do you suppose? I mean, ridiculous, of course. But, like, I think they had bigger problems then wondering about snapped/dead Avengers, didn't they? Well, maybe not. "WHERE ARE AVENGERS TO HELP US?" or "HOW DARE THE AVENGERS NOT HELP US!" "TOTALLY THIS IS ON THE AVENGERS!" "WE'D ALL BE DEAD WITHOUT THE AVENGERS!" "NUHUH! BOO AVENGERS!" "EXCEPT VISION WHO DIED HEROICALLY, WE ALL LIKE THAT AVENGER!" "TONY STARK AND PEPPER POTTS SHARE THE DECORATING TIPS THAT TRANSFORMED THEIR RUSTIC RESTORATION PROJECT INTO A CHARMING FAMILY HOME".

Agnes starts screaming "Dead" at Vision. She's not coping well. Vision says he's going to try and reach outside town and try to figure this all out. "How? No one leaves. Wanda won't even let us think about it." I SUSPECT YOU, AGNES! Why would Wanda keep everybody trapped and miserable? I could see if she did it on accident, but this implies she's purposefully hurting people. I don't buy it. Agnes, again, seems to be in the right place at the right time to make Vision doubt Wanda. You're a very suspicious character, Agnes.

She starts to laugh. "All is lost." Vision touches her had and she resets to sitcom Agnes. Somehow she can move again, she turns the car around on Ellis Ave and heads back into town. So, that answers that.

Vision walks across the Eillis Ave to the field beyond.

Meanwhile, Darcy continues to hack. Monica gets a text and says "that's it! My way back into the Hex will be here in an hour." Jimmy's all ready to boost a ride to take her to meet her aerospace buddy. But, Darcy says, nope. Can't do it. Monica's been through the Hex twice, and it's rewritten her cells. "It's changing you." Monica is undaunted. "I know what Wanda's feeling and I won't stop until I help her." Alrighty then.

Jimmy's finally going to get to hotwire a car! But wait, Darcy's not going with them. AD Dick has something hidden behind one last firewall. Darcy thinks it's big and can help them. She's going to find it.

I don't think Jimmy had to hotwire that humvee. It just started right up. Motorpool, pfft - they always leave the keys.

Back in Westview. Halloween continues at Town Square. Pietro asks Wanda where she was hiding all those kids. Whu? Says Wanda. "I assume they were all just sleeping peacefully in their beds. No need to traumatize beyond the occasional holiday cameo, amiright?" What is Pietro. "Hey don't get me wrong, you've handled the ethical considerations of this scenario as best you could. Families and couples stay together. Most personalities aren't far from what's underneath. People got better jobs. Better haircuts for sure."

"You don't think it's wrong?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm impressed. It's a pretty big leap from giving people nightmares and shooting red wigglywoos out your hands." No, really, what is Pietro? "How'd you even do all this?" Hmmm.

"I don't know how I did it. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. Just endless nothingness." She looks back at Pietro and for a second he's dead Pietro. Poor Wanda.

Darcy continues to hack Hayward's systems. Cataract classified weapons something something. They're still tracking Vision. Who continues his walk across the field and comes to the hex. He tries to push through it. Looks painful. SWORD rolls out to go overreact at him. He makes it through the barrier, kind of. It's a struggle.

Hayward standing there looking like a jackass "he really does want out, doesn't he?" Like he’s just amused by this turn of events, or watching a lab rat try to get out of the lab.

Darcy's standing behind watching all of this. Bits of Vision sort of fly off and back into the Hex. Darcy says "oh no!" and runs towards him, screaming for them to help him. Way to give away your sneaky hiding, girlfriend.

In Westview. Billy looks up, he can hear what's going on outside. "I hear daddy in my head. He's in trouble."

Vision calls for help, while SWORD prioritizes arresting Darcy. Phil Coulson would never have behaved like this. Boo to SWORD. Vision is dissolving. It's kind of gross and sad.

Wanda asks where Vision is, and Pietro interrupts "Don't sweat it, sis. It's not like your dead husband can die twice." Wanda wallops him with some red wigglywoos.

Billy sees soldiers and thinks Vision is dying. Wanda stops everything and makes a big red boom. The Hex appears to be expanding. Whoops, now you've done it AD Dick. He runs away like the brave brave guy he is. They leave Darcy handcuffed to a jeep. "Are you serious right now?"

The Hex overtakes Vision and then Darcy. Trapped soldiers become clowns, and we're in the circus. Well, SWORD seems like a circus, so Wanda's not wrong. I'm pretty sure Jimmy and Monica made it, but sadly the bravest Director who ever braved also escaped. He deserved to be a circus clown. Better luck next week, Wanda.

Credits.

Well, I just don't know anymore.

Hayward doesn't care about Wanda, except where I think because of this someone will figure out what he was doing to Vision's body. And Vision is ultimately the thing he cares about in all this. I hope Wanda drops a house on him.

Hmmm.

Quit suggesting I watch Age of Ultron next, Disney. It’s not happening.

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hueningshaped · 4 years

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★ prince of the future | w.jh

▰ genre: fluff + idk what genre time travel is but uhhh

▰ word count: 3916 (FRICK)

▰ synopsis: the one where jun is a time traveler who shows up in your apartment having just returned from an ancient war and he was also a king and you introduce him to hot dogs and cell phones + female! reader + the one where reader has to catch up with jun being a time lord of some sorts

▰ notes: cross posted on wattpad | this is my first posted imagine/thing on here >___<

▰ possible warnings :: blood, wounds, food

There was absolutely no way that any of this was real, and if it even was, you perhaps should have dialed the emergency number quite a while ago. After all, there were many factors that affected your logic and sensitivity as you were sleep deprived and had just finished working a double shift.

"Once more, sweet miss, for your ease, are there any tourniquets present within your residence?" The young man pleaded, head hung down towards the wound that one of his hands were busy addressing, while the other bloodily leaned against your doorframe.

"I-I — " your jaw seemed to be jammed, tongue caught between your teeth because this was all too much to deal with. One second, you were trying to start up your record player and the next, you were temporarily blinded by a flash of light from your kitchen.

Nonetheless, you remained in your spot, half sprawled, half sat, upon the hardwood floor.

"I suppose I could just search it myself." His militaristic, shin-high boots clicked cleanly upon the once crystal clear, tile floor as he vanished into the hallway.

You had to face the facts: this guy was tall. His head barely missed the top of the doorframe. His diction and attire obviously furthered him from this era. Maybe he was just a medieval soldier reenactor, but that seemed unlikely. In fact, the whole situation seemed unlikely. An amply bleeding wound had erupted from his thigh, flushing in loose spots across your floor.

Were you seriously going to let a man step all over you even in the strangest of circumstances? Never: you had promised yourself you wouldn't go through this again.

He audibly seemed to be pulling drawers out from their initial piece, left and right, with the thunderous cascade of your paraphernalia and belongings. The blood led to the restroom. The reflection of the sanguine drew you closer, you discovered, after arming yourself. His broad shoulders shielded him from seeing you perhaps as you entered.

You were within an arm's reach, of knocking him out with a skillet, that you had grabbed soundlessly, before he had spun the opposite direction, grabbing you, to complete the rotation, before finally, he had you, as wild as it was, in his arms, mid-fall, with your arms locked around your own neck: the skillet now amongst the mess he had made.

New fact: he was absolutely beautiful.

His stunningly-lidded eyes consisted of something far more than your bewildered reflection but a glint of wonder, a glint of mischief. Fine bloodied lines etched the edges of his cheekbones, frequented the side of his left temple, and even smudged the corner of his full and bruised lips.

"Care to explain that?" He nudged his head towards the dropped cooking pan before meeting your eyes once more.

All you could muster was a sob as your face contorted itself in your rather pathetic, frightened expression.

"Please don't kill me! Please don't hurt me! Please, please, please!" Tears blurred your vision and if you didn't know any better, you would have confirmed that you had seen a pitiful look breathe over his features.

"Darling, darling, darling... Hush. I would never kill you. Besides, I am quite unfamiliar with the way this property functions. You shall be my guide." With that said, he loosened his lock on you and hoisted you over his shoulder, which should have, maybe, broke his entire body, yet the subtle grunt seemed to prove he wasn't superhuman. But what could he be?

"I will yell for help! I'll scream!" You continued, still untrusting, as he decided to move from your bathroom to your bedroom, which for the most part was proof of the child you were at heart.

"At least let me kill myself so you don't have to!" More tears came despite your sudden grip on the doorframe of your bedroom, with this man still tugging your body forward so you could let go, but that had to be your only strength since you had trouble letting go.

This struggle gave you enough time to throw your legs the other direction, running on the hallway wall, before wrapping your entire body around his neck. Immediately collapsing with him, you should have been able to ascend and speed away yet that move had literally taken all your strength. That was your workout for the...year probably.

The man sat up, coughing still, but this time, he spat some blood to his side, eyeing you over with a half startled yet impressed smirk.

"Look at you, little warrior," he cooed with his noble, caramel voice. "I do not know what I can possibly offer so as that you cease every attempt to kill me, which I deem unfair and even a bit hypocritical. I am Wen Junhui, time-traveling lord, not to mention that I just returned from 1334, from a battle within the Yuan Dynasty. The furthest I have ventured to your time was 1991, so please forgive me for my informalities. Please take care of me and I will simply be on my way, back to 1970."

Your head had to still be spinning. His determined look never ended with yours even as you slowly joined him, sitting up.

His right eye seemed to be engulfed in blood from perhaps a reopened wound on his temple, the trail dribbling down to his chin.

"What the fuck?" You exclaimed out of instinct.

"I beg your pardon?" It bothered you that he was way too hot to be speaking like some imperial reenactor. His lips should be spouting corny jokes, bad compliments, and maybe even singing a song. (Maybe they should be on yours.)

"There's no way any of that's true. I... did you drug me?" He rolled his eyes, fortunately with a small grin on his rugged face.

"I did no such thing. In fact, opium hasn't hit China yet. It is rather exhausting traveling from place to place, or should I say, time to time, so I have not delved into drugs. Nonetheless, I am severely wounded and my internal compass —" He paused to tap the centre of his chest, which clinked, in return. " - led me here. Please. I hope my pleas meet your grace."

One tenth of you screamed over your shoulder, accepting anything he would do to you. You sighed deeply, as if you had been served the greatest plate of disappointment, yet complying to the rest of you that exhaled kindness in breaths.

"You can do whatever, I guess. Just let me call my parents and tell them my goodbye's." You trailed off finally, rising from your state upon your knees only to fall back again since that quite literally took the air right out of you.

"Call? Are they present around one of these rooms? Hello?" He began hollering with an innocent light now softening his look, despite looking as he had just come from battle, which he had even said he did.

"No!" You laughed, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, before meeting his eyes once more. "With my phone? You know what telephones are, don't you?" You showed him your smartphone, waving it around for him, which seemed to dim everything around his your hand for his focus. So, it looked he absolutely no clue what it was.

"This must be the most lofty technological advancement yet. I have never seen anything so promising yet thrilling, besides you." He commented, almost in a sing-song voice.

"What?" You stammered, to which he shook his head as if dismissing your question

"The last I saw of this mechanism had to have been grand, heavy like a cantaloupe, and anything but this, really!" Junhui exclaimed excitedly like a child. How old was he even?

His blood continued beating upon the floor in minor dots, the warmth rippling down his leathered leg in thin streams.

"So, about the, uh, tourniquets? I got some bandages in my closet, if you'd like to follow me. I also have some other stuff if you want to look and pick through." Your voice fell quiet as his eyes never once ceased the contact with you.

"Stuff?" He blinked, reaching a hand down towards you. You obliged, slipping your hand into his, fingers gripping yours with gentle ferocity, which yanked you up immediately upon into his chest. It suddenly became hot.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you pulled away, zipping off into your bedroom. The walls were adorned with Hello Kitty plushies and anime posters and the bed filled with stuffed animals. "R-right this way. Umm, feel free to sit on the bed."

You weren't as articulate as you would have hoped to be and you also noted that you were becoming rather obsessive over your own mannerisms.

The subtle squeak of your mattress notified you of his seat but the small hums of observation caused you to become flustered of your vulnerability.

"So, uh, Junhui?" You called out.

"You may address me as Jun." He interjected.

"Okay, Jun, how old are you? Are you immortal or what?" Your question seemed to earn a rich chuckle out of him. Alas, the first aid kit was underneath a pile of old comforters.

"I turned the age of 23 in 1845 yesterday," Jun replied as you found him clutching onto your Chococat pillow against his chest. "My internal compass was inherited naturally but...as I am the last of my thin dynasty with this power, my parents urged me to travel. Never to return home."

His voice sullied over with his chin and cheeks further plummeting into the side of your pillow. There had to be blood splotches by the time he would let go.

"So, you're bleeding from where exactly?" His eyes dropped at your words, his confidence retracting by degrees as he shyly withdrew the pillow, to reveal the deteriorating patch of some material around the side of his right thigh.

"Just here?" You sat on your knees, zeroing in on his wound, not even the situation.

"It possesses the most major blood loss. The rest is minor and axial." His statement cut short as he inhaled sharply, biting his lip to muffle his pain. Your peripheral vision caught his fingers wriggling and your kindness got the best of you.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" You asked, mentally slapping yourself. Murderer, do you want me to open the door and let you in? Sharpen your knife? You had practically said.

The way his calloused skin met yours in a tight grip sent waves of electricity throughout your system.

"Jesus..." your mouth went again as you now observed the state of his wound: deep, enflamed, near infection. "Alright, I'm going to clean it up, using some good stuff that you can buy at a drug store, which I bought from a drug store, and then wrap it up, only which I have done after putting some bacteria killing, healing gel."

You decided to talk him through everything that you were going to do, which was half rambling, half an attempt to distract him. His knees rose from the side of your bed as his legs were far too long.

"Drug store?" He questioned, watching your eyes instead of your hands.

"Yeah, we call it drug store since it's got pharmaceuticals. It also has stuffed animals and peanuts, so it's kind of strange." You commented, inching your gauze of hydrogen peroxide towards the wound, which caused him to flinch.

"I'm sorry. Just keep looking at me. Do you like um, peanuts?" Here you were being forced to converse with some dude that had just showed up in your place. He exhaled quietly at your question and movement. A few drops of the product met the surface and he continued breathing deeply.

"I love peanuts with my beef, in some specific meals." He replied slowly, lulling every syllable.

"I've never tried that," you answered. "Sounds yummy. Are you a dessert type of person or do you enjoy spicy or hearty meals?"

As you continued your process, you discovered that he loved spicy foods, used to eat them with his parents everyday, but now ate them intermittently throughout time. He never stayed any age of time permanently but he also spent weeks at most, settling himself down for at least to catch a breath.

"And you're done. There's still blood everywhere but those are just stains. Do you want some more gel or gauze for your face?" He blinked at your words, cracking a grin after a while.

"I could apply it myself, if it could relieve you of any more trouble that I have caused." He sugggested, arching a scarred eyebrow.

While he was working it on his face (after you had both equally returned all the misplaced furniture and products back into their rightful places), your record player finally turned on, blasting some Aretha Franklin.

"Excellent!" He cried out from the bathroom upon the first minute or so of the song and entered the living room where you stood.

"Good stuff, right? I always listened to her with my family. Especially when we would make the food together." Your murmured, settling upon the Hello Kitty bandaids across his face.

"Excuse me, um..." he paused, realizing he didn't know your name after what had to be an hour and a half. "It's Y/N." You assured.

"Yes, dear Y/N, what possible refreshments and nourishments do you have? I am bordering famished." Jun pouted excessively with some overarticulated hand motions.

"I've got some hot dogs, I know that for sure, and some ramen." You led him into the kitchen, reddening at the realization that you barely had anything.

"Hot dogs? I do not believe I have heard of them." He admitted naively, running a hand by the nape of his neck in embarrassment.

"Really? They're alright. I'll make you some so you can try them," you began your cooking, steaming a glance of his long figure. "Then, maybe you can kill me afterwards."

Junhui choked at your words before his quiet snickers burst into adorable cackling. The weenies crackled from the oil on your (other) skillet, breaking aroma throughout the atmosphere.

"I truly am not trying to kill you. Your stubborn belief sure is endearing. You are, pardon my frankness, too cute to kill." He continued smiling, as if his confession was a simple fact, and you mirrored his actions, reddening to Mars, as you melted into pudding internally.

"Oh, um," your mouth went dry and your hands went clammy as the chopstick in your hand hit the oil continuously instead of the meat. "Th-they're almost ready. You can sit down in the chair and not just on the table, unless you come from a time where people sit on tables to eat."

What are you saying? You scolded yourself, turning the stove off to move the food onto a farther plate.

"What are these things called again?" Junhui asked, knees hitting the roof of your table. He took a jab at the cooked hot dogs.

"Hot dogs. I can't tell you why or how, but that's what they're called." You both shared a laugh. His lips puckered constantly, pressing and parting repeatedly, perhaps in great, hidden hunger.

"Alright, so, you can put them in a bun, or bread, or something else, if you want, but I only have bread, so I'll make you the first one." Junhui nodded resolutely, licking his lips now.

"Do you have children?" He suddenly broke the silence, to which you gave him a confused glance, before returning to the food.

"No, no, I don't have kids. Why?" Your voice quieted again as you pushed some condiments for him forward.

It seemed that he had waited for you to meet his gaze because he offered that same billion-dollar, reassuring-beyond-belief grin. Beautiful.

"Your touch and efforts are motherly. You are very dear." If his caramel voice hadn't fully infatuated you, you were practically lost in him now. This had to be karma, for what, you weren't sure; you just never had good luck. Here you were, falling in love with perhaps someone a little short of an enigma (despite his great height): too good to be true.

"Thank you... thanks." Your blushing surely could not have been missed as he chuckled at your sudden inarticulation.

"You are adorable, as well." He added playfully, earning your scoff-chuckle.

"Anyway, are you ready for your hot dog, your highness?" You adopted an artifically royal accent, which softened his expression.

"How did you know I was a king once?" His voice decrescendoed with a bit of an untrusting tone. He sounded hurt.

"Oh, no, what, I didn't know that," you started stuttering. "I was just joking around. I'm sorry..."

The smoke emanating from the food dissipated slightly as did the conversation between you. What kind of time lord looked like a puppy who had been kicked around too much?

Junhui hesitated for a split second before simply elevating the food with his hands to stare at it inquisitively.

"How... how does one even consume this thing?" He looked appalled, his doe eyes shot wide with bewilderment, sending you in a fit of laughter.

"You could cut it or just simply do this." You displayed diligently, watching the awe light up his face. Jun nodded eagerly before mirroring your action.

"Mmm!" He hummed loudly, shaking his shoulders loosely like a child.

"This is absolutely delightful! I'll have another!" He thrust his hand forward to yank another fervently off the plate.

It filled you with glee to see him chew in such delight. His motions were so comical yet innocent. The certain Hello Kitty bandaid upon his cheek expanded with each munch.

Midnight had gone by, leaving you two sitting in silence at around two in the morning.

"What on Earth is that tiny, yellow thing?" He had asked as you washed the plates with your sponge.

"What's a hoodie?" He had questioned as he watched you look through your closet for something for him to wear.

You had introduced him to your phone, showing him how to take a selfie, which he mastered even though he had never seen an iPhone in his life. He played a game but had nearly tossed your phone out the window because of how often he was losing. Junhui had even looked through your books and photo books, sitting cross legged on the floor with your things spread out.

"I knew a man named Franz Kafka: strange, eccentric, but it was as if he could see the future, even though I had traveled decades before him. I never knew he would become a novelist." Jun confessed quietly, all the while you were fighting sleep on the bed.

The sun had to be coming up by now. You knew that you would have to get ready for work by a little after dawn to make it on time but the thought of returning to reality made you even more exhausted.

"Why have you not dozed off yet? Y/N, you look tired beyond belief." He noted, peering at you with observant, worried eyes. The sky was beginning to lighten from outside.

"You night murder me," you joked, leaning against the wall against your bed. "No, I just don't want to go to work. I know I should sleep but thinking about the few hours of sleep I'm going to get—"

"Then, come with me." Jun stated with the shut of your book. You blinked at him, watching the sky further change hues from behind his chestnut haired head.

"What? No way. I can't just...leave everything...can I?" He still smiled as ascended from his spot and joined you on your bed, thankfully remaining across the mattress from you.

"That's what everyone says," he whispered solemnly despite the chuckle. "You can. We could venture to yesteryear today, to tomorrow, to the day you were born, to the day Muhammad Ali won, to the middle of the Reformation era in Europe, any time, any where. My internal compass...has surges on energy. It mimics a second heart. You have helped me recover in the past few hours that would typically cause me to exhaust days at end. You have shown me the future in just the glimpse of your silhouette."

A beam of light between his pectorals seemed to glow, like the rising sun. There was no way someone like him existed, and surely there was no way time travel had existed, but here both enigmas were.

"I know it is not right of me to force you, but if you joined me and wanted to return, we would be back within the blink of an eye. Your destiny just seems aching for more, as do you." Jun nudged your foot with his elbow, stretching his thigh.

You pondered over it, knowing full well that the consequences of your actions today would effect you far more worse than the possibilities of being with Junhui, even if you knew little or nothing about him. You were a fool but something inside of you ached for something like him to come and spontaneously wreck your life in much better way than life had already screwed you over.

The sound of your alarm clock resounded as both you and Junhui ascended. He eyed you prospectively with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"With the first strike of sunlight, the energy will automatically launch me into the last century of today. The world depends on you now for an answer, Y/N. Are you willing to go with me? Are you —"

"Yeah. Yes. Yes."

He exhaled excitedly, looking down at you with a smile so big you had to roll your eyes.

"Well, it surely must have been my charm that persuaded you, huh?" He joked.

"Yeah, right. My choice was my own. So, anyway, how exactly is this going to happen?" Junhui watched the sky outside before returning his gaze to you. His shirt started illuminating from the inside out.

"I have never traveled before with anyone but as I have read in the ancient books, there should be little to no distance between us. You could simply embrace me, hold my hand, or if you have any other ideas..."

You would've laughed but his expression was dead serious.

"Don't try anything funny or it's over," you kicked some shoes on before shyly tiptoeing beside him. "I'm scared."

He gently tugged you against his side and wrapped his arm around you. His small waist greeted you warmly with his skin flush against your own.

"You’ll be alright, I promise," Junhui pressed you more into him as you both turned to face the impending sunrise. "Are you ready?"

Taking a deep breath, of all the things you had been through and all the impossibilities you were about to witness, you grinned up at his beautiful face.

"I'm ready." You said, finally venturing into the unknown, just as you were born to.

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bltngames · 3 years

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Review: Hotshot Racing

(For this review, Hotshot Racing was played on the Nintendo Switch and the Personal Computer)

If you were to ask me what the most important features of a racing game are, somewhere near the top of the list would be artificial intelligence. Racing games are one of those genres, like fighting games or shooters, where simulating how real human people play the game is vital to the experience. They are inherently multiplayer concepts, even if you’re playing by yourself.

Focus on multiplayer artificial intelligence has waned over the last 15 years. With the rise of the premium multiplayer subscription, it’s more important than ever before to drive players to play matches with flesh-and-blood human beings online. Thus, advancements in “bot” (simulated human player) development hasn’t just slowed down, but in some cases actively regressed. Epic Games, once home to some of the smartest, most robust first person shooter bots in Unreal Tournament, now features bots in their popular Fortnite Battle Royale that fumble around the map with low attention spans and aim like they're blindfolded.

Humans are hard to simulate. The basic functions of a player are easy to emulate -- navigation, aiming, and so on, but it’s the organic logic underneath that proves to be the primary challenge. Humans have lapses in judgement. Humans make mistakes. Mistakes compound on other mistakes. A person wins or loses a given game because of a constantly cascading sequence of decisions, all feeding in to and out of themselves. Whether they realize it or not, every individual person is their own infinite web of chaos. For a computer, which operates in a binary of either perfect success or total failure, no amount of processing power can make for an accurate duplication.

As such, artificial intelligence has to “cheat.” Flaws are introduced into the simulation in order to throw the player a bone. Intelligence almost doesn’t even enter the equation; instead, it’s more about developing a bot that the player simply believes is human, like some kind of a magic trick. It’s a tight balancing act -- if the bot is too good, it looks like an unfeeling terminator. On the opposite, well… compare my Fortnite example up above. There’s a sweet spot that must be hit: smart, but not too smart. Dumb, but not too dumb. It’s easier said than done.

Racing games are a special category here. On top of simulating a human, they must also simulate an automobile, with all of its physical interactions. Tire friction, suspension bounce, weight distribution, and horsepower efficiency just to start. I’d argue that this lends to a much greater tendency for natural mistakes to occur, as the two different simulations (vehicle and player) interact and bounce off of each other. This has led to racing games relying on a handicap known as “rubberbanding.” Essentially, if the player is doing a little too well, the game will start giving tiny advantages to the computer-controlled racer. A boost to top speed, a reduction in weight to improve handling, whatever it takes to ensure the player does not remain unchallenged for very long.

Which finally, at long last, brings us to Hotshot Racing. Developed by Lucky Mountain Games, with assistance by Sumo Digital, it attempts to capitalize on the growing faux-retro-3D trend. It promises visuals to remind you of Sega’s Virtua Racing or Namco’s Ridge Racer, but with decidedly modern vehicle physics and a bit more content than any of those old games could muster.

It honestly makes for a weird first impression. This is a retro-looking game that does not feel like any retro racing game I’ve ever played. Some would undoubtedly argue that’s for the better; like with most sports games, there’s this sense that more simulation is always better. Even modern “arcade” racers like Need for Speed or Wreckfest run pretty robust physics simulations under their hoods, even if they do not necessarily adhere to the rules of reality. But I’ve honestly never seen a problem with this -- I will readily go back to something like Daytona USA or even Stunt Race FX on the Super Nintendo, and never feel especially bothered by their primitive simulations. To me, racing is often more about the sense of speed, how well the controls respond, and the track design than any notion of feeling “realistic.”

That’s not to say it’s really a negative that cars in Hotshot Racing have some vague facsimile of modern weight and “realism” applied to their driving physics, I guess. It’s just something that takes a little bit of getting used to, because seeing these cars drift and sway like the racing games of today is a little anachronistic to the era being called back to. If you still burn a candle for the eventual release of the long-lost Kickstarter darling “90’s Arcade Racer,” know that this isn’t that game. I think it’s fair to say it’s trying to scratch a similar itch, but it’s doing so in a very different way.

One of the more important things Hotshot Racing brings to the table is a roster of personalities to race as and against. When you think of characters in a racing game, your mind probably more naturally gravitates towards something like Mario Kart or some other similarly kid-friendly cartoon racing franchise. For most "serious" racing games, your opponents are unknowable, faceless competitors, but Hotshot gives them voices and identities. Every character in the game has a garage of four cars unique to them, in addition to having their own story to tell. It’s nothing especially deep; most plot manifests in a single cutscene played at the end of a given grand prix, sort of like what you'd get for finishing arcade mode in a game like Street Fighter 2. It’s just a snippet, a taste of what motivated these people and what they’re going to do after winning, but it’s enough.

It goes back to what I said earlier, and how it’s important for the player to believe the artificial intelligence is more than just a computer. Making the racers into characters, with identifiable personalities, faces, and dialog goes a long way to fleshing things out and makes you connect with what’s going on just a little bit better. Or at least, that’s how things would work in theory.

The problem is… well, none of that matters. Put simply, the actual artificial intelligence you race against kind of sucks. In fact, it’s hard to even call them competitors, because your opponents seem to be running a different race where you straight up don’t exist. During any given event, your rival computer drivers seem to be totally blind to your presence, as they will spend the entire race trying to drive straight through you. I don’t know how else to explain it. This isn’t a simple case where the computer drivers are a little aggressive, because they usually aren’t racing to be destructive. They never seem to specifically go out of their way to attack, they just don’t seem to be able to see where you are, and make no effort to react to your presence. You happen to be in their way, so they plow through from behind, ram from the side, and generally just knock you around as if you were invisible.

A side effect to this is something I’ve started noticing in games that bear the Sumo Digital name: computer drivers can hit you way harder than you can hit them back. Whether rubbing against a rival car or engaging in a full-on collision, computer drivers always seem to be able to overpower player vehicles no matter what. In Hotshot Racing, I’ve encountered multiple scenarios where a computer driver shoves me around with little effort, but any attempts to return the favor and my car may as well be made out of styrofoam for how little impact there is. I know Sumo Digital only assisted Lucky Mountain Games on the back half of developing Hotshot Racing, but this has been a consistent element I’ve noticed in Sumo’s Sonic Racing games, too. The computer can be as aggressive (or as blind) as they want, but human players are never allowed to retaliate in a way that feels meaningful.

The worst, by far, is what I mentioned earlier: rubberbanding. “First place” in Hotshot Racing is an often endless war of attrition, where no matter how fast you drive, there are always cars nipping at your heels. Hotshot Racing has a boost system, wherein by drifting or drafting you charge up a segmented meter. Once a segment is full, you can burn it for a burst of speed. I’ve spent 2, 3, even 4 consecutive boosts in a row and the same three opponents were still right behind me, aiming to blindly smash my car out of the way. Hard, medium, or easy mode, it doesn’t matter. They are always there, just a few feet from your rear bumper, magically closing the distance to constantly steal your lead.

From a game design perspective, I understand why rubberbanding exists. It’s to keep the player feeling challenged and engaged. Spending too long in first place going unopposed can start to feel boring. Some game designers view that as a turn off. Races are meant to be battles. At the same time, being able to totally shut out my opponents and gain huge leads makes me feel good. Hotshot Racing robs you of that sense of total domination because of some artificial rule of competitiveness. It’s not that the computer-controlled racers are better than you; they don’t seem to race with any sort of great care or skill. Instead, they catch up and pass you strictly because the Hand of God bends the rules to accommodate them. That doesn’t feel very challenging and it certainly doesn’t feel fair.

That being said, the pseudo-realistic physics mentioned earlier do have their own downside: I found it a little too easy to lose control of my vehicle and spin out. If you brush against a wall wrong or get bumped by a rival during a drift, you often find yourself in a tailspin and unable to recover. Combined with the blind artificial intelligence and the rubberbanding, you have a recipe for getting frustrated. I want to feel confident in my losses, not because I couldn’t predict what Mr. Magoo was going to do next. To add insult to injury, the rubberbanding only gets more prominent as you move up in difficulty, so expect to get spun out more and more as you progress through the game.

There also isn’t a lot to do with your vehicles, either. For many, tuning is an important aspect of racing games, going all the way back to 1989’s “Super Off Road” in the arcades. No upgrade path is available for any of the vehicles in Hotshot Racing, with a basic unlock system geared towards limited cosmetic tweaks. There's tons of tracks to race on, and you constantly earn currency for winning races, but I never cared about spending any of it, because there wasn't much worth buying. Arguably the specific mid-90′s era that Hotshot Racing is aiming at wasn’t really heavy on upgrading or modifying around vehicle stats, but neither were they focused on visual customization either, so it does feel a little arbitrary what they chose to modernize about this experience and what is intended to be a retro tribute.

Beyond standard racing, Hotshot does offer a few alternative modes, but none of them are spotlight features. “Barrel Barrage” has you earning an explosive barrel to drop behind you at every checkpoint until the track becomes a minefield. “Drive or Explode” takes the concept of 1994’s “Speed” and straps a bomb to your car that will explode if you slow down for too long. Finally, “Cops & Robbers” is a confusing push-and-pull where you must steal money as a robber and alternatively wreck other racers as a police officer. Of the three modes, “Drive or Explode” is the clear winner, as it most easily fits into the standard three-lap structure the game centers around. “Barrel Barrage” is merely okay, and benefits more from an increased number of laps, as things slowly get more and more dangerous as you progress. These modes would also benefit if I didn’t get thrown back to the menu after every race; they really needed some kind of Grand-Prix-style playlist.

“Cops & Robbers” deserves its own entire paragraph for what a weird idea it is. It’s less about stealing and arresting and has more in common with the “zombie” modes seen in other games, where everyone gets converted to a specific team until there are no more players left. The idea is that you start with a pot of money that slowly depletes, and you have to race to the next checkpoint to cash out. The faster you get there and the higher amounts you cash out with, the more the cops specifically will target you. Once they wreck your car, you become one of the cops, and it’s your job to wreck the remaining robbers until they all become part of the cop team. Once all the robbers become cops, winners are tallied based on who stole the most money. On paper, this works, because it plays into the game’s slap-happy nature, but in practice I would find myself miles ahead of my fellow robbers and once I finally switched over to a cop, I had to slam on my brakes and wait for everyone else to catch up. By then, the computer-controlled cops had usually done most of my work for me and I lost for... being a better robber than a cop, somehow? It left a lot to be desired.

All of these modes can be played online, where presumably human players would make them more balanced and fun, but finding random pick-up games proved difficult in the time I spent with Hotshot Racing. Now, to be fair, I didn’t try especially hard -- racing games have always been a single player experience for me, as should be obvious by my spiel on artificial intelligence. But I did spend a couple nights trying to match into an online “Quick Race” on the Switch, where I universally came up empty handed. On the PC version of Hotshot Racing (which I received as part of a Humble Bundle), the application completely froze upon trying to start a “Quick Race” lobby, forcing me to ALT+F4 to close the game. For what it’s worth, the Switch version does also include a “local multiplayer” option for playing wirelessly with friends in the same room, and all versions support traditional split-screen.

Despite all of these shortcomings, I just can’t bring myself to hate Hotshot Racing, and it’s hard to pinpoint why. I’m definitely in love with this aesthetic -- the retro visuals, the upbeat music, the blue, blue skies (that I see), it all appeals to a certain part of my brain that likes razor-sharp, ultra-clean polygons. The introduction of named racers with backstories and character-specific “endings” is a really smart, fun idea. I just wish it was more fun to actually, like… run a race in this game. I understand the necessity behind concepts like rubberbanding, but it feels like the artificial intelligence cheats just a little too much, and as a player I don’t feel like I can do a lot to fight back. Running a good race isn’t always good enough.

Some games deliberately incite a feeling of disempowerment in their players, and that can be a totally valid design decision. But should that really be the goal of this kind of racing game? I guess I don’t have an answer for that, but I do know that I probably won’t be going back to Hotshot Racing very often.

#writing #review #hotshot racing #lucky mountain games #sumo digital #artificial intelligence #racing apex

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bearpillowmonster · 3 years

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FF6 Review (Overall)

I'm going to rate similar to the way I did FF7 Remake, but in only 2 parts, so there will be an overall review then a separate deep dive into the characters.

I played this game using an emulator and I'm not ashamed of it because I used the FF6 Relocalization project which I'll link

Basically nerd talk and explanation of what that means: It's basically a retranslation of the original SNES script using the GBA port as a base and mixing and matching some of the best parts so there you go. They have a way to mod the PC version to have the OG sprite work because sheesh is that thing ugly and they also have a way to resprite and resound the GBA version but this is the easiest and logical solution to get the best of all worlds. There's also "Anthology" which is the PS1 port that adds some CG custscenes which I just watched off of YouTube because it's only a few of the major scenes.

Anyways, yeah, I'm glad I emulated it especially because of the fast forward function. That first chunk would've been rough without it because you're left just waiting for one of your party's commands to be ready but it eases up as the game goes on because you get pretty busy with the combat.

I'm not a fan of turn-based RPGs which was the main reason I haven't touched a 2D FF game until now so this is my first and oh boy, what a first!

Could you just watch a playthrough or read the story then? I wouldn't recommend it. There are certain things that I feel are better experienced.

Gameplay actually wasn't all that gruesome, as I mentioned, it got better thoughout but I know for a fact that I didn't do everything it had to offer because I see other people doing it online and I just had no idea how. That's not to say it's not newcomer friendly though, I mean I beat the game, didn't I? I think it would've just gotten complicated and made me confused if I learned how to do everything in the game anyway.

I found myself liking some of the mechanics and recognizing some of the systems from games as late as today (I'm not sure if this is where they started but I wouldn't be surprised). The random encounters weren't all bad because of the emulator's speed up function but there were definitely times where it felt a little out of hand with the amount I was getting. (I'm looking at you Cave to the Sealed Gate!) So it's all pretty familiar, though there are "Relics" which are kind of like Materia but each member has 2 each where it gives you an ability, f.e. Reflect, every attack hits, extra power, auto cast protect, heal with every step, etc.

One of the drawbacks of using BSNES though was that there was no toggle for a L or R shoulder button, just turbo and while that's not a big problem, that is the button to Flee a battle, so I just never fled. There is an item that lets you escape any dungeon or battle but I didn't really use it, same with the permanent item that Mog has in the cave (pretty late in the game). I'd rather there be a repel than the warp stone, but I figured that if I just fought whenever the opp arrived then I wouldn't have to grind, which is another thing I hate about RPGs! Luckily, I didn't really feel the need to grind other than for the ending.

Difficulty wasn't really a grind but make sure once you get to the floating island, that you know what you're doing because that level was annoying and I felt a very stong spike in difficulty as soon as I landed on it. Another thing is that sometimes it'd glitch and an enemy would have infinite health so I'd just sit there on fast forward, watching and watching then finally use Libra and no damage was made, might be an emulator thing, might be a game thing and although rare, it still happened.

There are these sections called scenarios where the game branches off into multiple different paths and you can choose which order to follow the specific sets of characters. I really like that aspect and makes it seem less linear and interactive because it's letting you choose how to tell the story. I have a thing for games that let me interact with it (That opera scene is pretty interactive too).

For a 2D sprite game, it has quite a personality with its cutscenes. They can be very cinematic and defintely makes the characters just that more engaging with some of their mannerisms.

Ok, I get it now. The music is bomb. If anything, that would be worth doing a remake for, to get orchestral and updated versions of some of the themes. (I'd probably cry at that opera scene) But Celes' theme is probably my favorite. The PC port has pretty good remixes for the most part though.

Could this use a remake? It's a trivial matter because I think a good majority of fans want it to be remade and I understand why but at the same time I understand the other side of the argument as well. This was the last 2D FF game and that's special, in a way, the story kind of reflects that. And I think with all the personality comes a bit of caution because you might see something in these characters or scenes that may be misinterpreted or done differently in a remake, similar to how you read a book and just imagine how it's playing out. I think it lays enough ground so that you don't "have to interpret" like with most NES games (how the Super Mario Movie was born) from an outsider's point of view, it may first seem that way though. (myself included (yes, I know this was SNES era. Shut up!))

What would I want out of a remake? I would want the airship to return and be able to move around freely but keep the towns pretty faithful (which makes for more linear opportunities). I could see Edgar's tools being used similar to Barrett's but we have "First Soldier" now which is a 3PS Battle Royale, why not have his tools play similar to that? Then actually give him story opportunities to pick up his tools rather than "just because you bought them" It would be a nice natural progression. I would suggest the same with Sabin and Cyan, have them learn their Blitz and Bushido moves by being taught by Duncan, you do learn one move from Duncan in the vanilla game but I'd see it as more opportunity to build your characters and make it feel rewarded. So, in those aspects, I would like to see FF6 remade or improved but as for everything else, they should keep it a lot similar to the original than FF7R did. I think that's where a lot of the criticism with FF7R came from (as well as what I mentioned in the previous paragraph) While I'd prefer a gameplay overhaul similar to what they did with R, I'd rather keep the essence. There aren't sequels or spinoffs or anything of this game so this is all it has (unless you count the ports but that's minimal).

In the CHARACTERS section, I compliment the side-quest system but I would like there to be a better indication as to "what" you're doing, rather than just looking up the next steps or be left to travel around until the goal is clear. They have the quest completion menu as well as waypoints in FF7R, I could see that being put to good use in a game like this. It would also be cool to actually "visibly" wear the gear that you equip to your character but I understand why that isn't utilized in most of the games (probably makes for better character models) especially considering most of these characters' costumes could use an update. You didn't get to use the Magitek suits nearly as much as I thought you would from the marketing and even the dang cover and logo, so a remake could improve on that as well. Another small complaint is that it doesn't tell you what the items do WHILE you're in battle, only when you're in the menu, sorting them and while some are staples like Phoenix Down, I still don't remember what the heck a 'Gold Needle' does.

Overall I'd probably rate the FF games that I've played (but maybe not finished all of) as such: FF7 > FF13 > FF6 > CRISIS CORE > FF15 > FF12 but I think 6 and 13 are kind of interchangeable because if you said one over the other, I wouldn't really argue.

#ff6 #final fantasy #review #ffvi #final fantasy 6 #final fantasy vi #game review #game #it's also considered ff3 but nah

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driversmutbucket · 4 years

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Kitten X

I can’t, and i can’t stress this enough, believe this frivolous ho has written a 10 part series. I mean, granted, a lot of it is straight porn. But still. I love these two. Lets marry them. Yes i did cry writing this because i am ridiculous and emotionally attached.

To catch up on this series please refer to my master post.

(this looks like a wedding photo right?!)

Kylo Ren AU x Reader Warnings: disgusting levels of fluff, mentions of pregnancy, NSFW

9 months later

“Better late than never!” Your mom smiled as she laced up the back of your gown.

“Oh come on, I’m hardly an old maid at 34 mother.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I know, I know darling, we are very happy for you, your father and I. We were just worried we would be in the grave before you ever settled down” She patted your shoulder, “you look lovely.”

Your parents were old school. You were their only child, and they had you later in life after a long battle with infertility. Had they planned your life things would be very different. They had found your focus on academia and career baffling, failing to understand how it was more fulfilling than settling down and starting a family.

They meant well, they really did, and despite your contrasting beliefs on many matters, you remained close.

Kylo had survived a family Christmas, your mom was particularly smitten with him. He had survived 1000 questions, photo albums, extremely dubious political chat and constant hints about grandchildren. Every night you had apologized profusely, he just chuckled and told you they really weren’t that bad.

Kylo proposed in mid-January, booking out the entire the Italian restaurant you had your first date in. You had accepted through sobs, as the staff all clapped and cheered.

It was now August, and the leaves were changing colour, the days slightly cooler and shorter.

You had planned an intimate wedding in a downtown Hotel that you both loved the historical architecture of. In attendance were a handful of friends and family, uninterested in a big showy affair, you had opted on quality rather than quantity.

Your metallic silk gown made you feel beautiful. The corset design accentuated your figure, and the deep v neckline was sexy yet tasteful. The gown evoked 1920s glamour, and you had your hair styled and makeup applied to echo the era.

Your father even became misty eyed when he saw you, “Like an old-hollywood beauty, you look lovely sweetheart.” He said gruffly, trying to discreetly dab his eyes.

Heart pounding, you waited outside the doors of the small ceremony room clutching your father's arm.

Cat Power - Sea of Love began to play softly.

You were already blinking back tears as you stepped through the doors, Kylo’s head snapping up from where he stood at the front of the room.

He didn’t, for one second, take his eyes off you as you made your ascent up the aisle.

Kylo shook your father's hand when you made it to the front, he then placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Y/n, babe, you look fucking incredible, so beautiful, Kitten.”

“Thank you”, you beamed, “you look so handsome.”

He did. In a classic tuxedo, Kylo looked very dapper. His eyes shone with emotion.

Time seemed to go at warp speed as you tried to soak everything up, remember every detail. How Kylo couldn’t take his eyes off you. How he whispered ‘my wife’ into your ear every so often, like he was in disbelief. How your mom and Jan clutched each other and dabbed their eyes during your vows. How Luke beamed at Kylo and clapped him on the back, expressing his pride.

As Kylo took your hand for the first dance, your heart swelled as the opening notes of Into my arms by Nick Cave played. You had told Kylo to pick a song and not tell you what it was.

His arm circled your waist and pulled your body to his.

I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did, I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you

Your eyes swam with tears for the upteenth time as he kissed the top of your head before resting his forehead against your own.

“Don’t cry Kitten.” He teased, his own eyes glossy.

You sang the words of the next verse softly to him.

Oh, not to touch a hair on your head Leave you as you are If he felt he had to direct you Then direct you into my arms

As the chorus played tears were running silently down your cheeks now, as happiness, gratitude and love overwhelmed you.

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

Kylo wiped the tears away with his thumbs as he cupped your face, kissing your lips softly.

And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true

“My angel.” He hummed, before pressing another kiss on your lips.

But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you Both to each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

Other couples joined you on the floor, there weren’t many dry eyes to be seen.

You chuckled softly, nodding towards Jan “you better dance with Jan after this baby.”

Her face was blotchy from crying, as she looked on, radiating so much joy that Kylo couldn’t help but grin.

But I believe in Love And I know that you do, too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning Make her journey bright and pure That she'll keep returning Always and evermore

“Perfect song choice.” You sighed, as it came to a close.

Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms, oh Lord Into my arms

You blinked and it was over.

The honeymoon suite in the hotel was yours for the night.

“Let’s go consummate this holy union Mrs Ren” Kylo murmured playfully into your ear as you both walked into the elevator.

You giggled, buzzed on the champagne coursing through your veins.

“I can’t believe I have a husband.” You grinned, running your fingers down the lapels of his jacket.

“Can’t believe I bagged such a fucking hot wife.” He mirrored your grin, eyes dancing with mischief as you slapped his chest in mock shock.

The elevator dinged, and Kylo led you to the door of the suite.

“Can’t wait to kick these shoes off.” You sighed.

“Can’t wait to rip your dress off.” He replied, opening the door.

“Rip this dress and I will divorce you, Ren.” you deadpanned.

“You wound me, Kitten.” He winked, shrugging off his jacket.

You quickly stepped into the bathroom and slipped out of your dress. The lingerie beneath was as important as the dress. White and luxurious, the delicate lace bustier and thong accentuate your curves, stockings were held up by straps connected to the bustier. You primped your hair slightly before re-emerging and leaning against the door frame.

“So what- oh fuuuuuuuuuck!” Kylo stopped dead, midway through undoing his cuff links.

You raised your eyebrow with a smug smile, “what were you saying?”

“I was going to ask what you wanted to do…. if you wanted some more champagne.” He gestured blindly at the bottle next to the bed, eyes drinking you in.

“What I want,” you began walking toward him, as he sat on the edge of the bed, “is for my husband to make love to me,” You purred, stopping in front of him and bending over, resting your hands on his thighs, “then yes, I will have some more champagne, preferably in a bubble bath.”

“Babe, right now you could ask for anything and I would give it to you.” His voice a bit deeper, as you stood back up, his fingers ghosting down your sides.

You did a slow twirl, “do you like?”

He nodded dumbly, like his brain was short circuiting.

Clutching your waist he pulled you between his legs and kissed along your collarbone.

You loved how far his hands were able to reach around your waist, you felt so safe in those big hands.

You sighed happily as his mouth moved down, teasing your covered nipples with his tongue.

Reaching for his shirt you began fumbling with his buttons, as his hands slid down and cupped your bottom, squeezing gently.

“Lay on the bed.” Kylo murmurs against your skin.

You make a show of crawling into the middle of the plush mattress, wiggling your ass before laying down and propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Fucking hellllllllllllll, that is my wife!” His smile devilish and smug and he strips off his remaining clothing.

“Kylo?” he pauses and looks up, just as he is about to pull down his trousers. “I’m not on birth control anymore.”

You chew your lip nervously as it dawns on him what you are insinuating.

“Do you want to-” he began, eyes wide.

“I mean, only if-”

“YES, yes! Fuck! babe, are you serious?” The hope and glee on Kylo’s face was enough to make you melt into a puddle.

“I want nothing more than my husband to put a baby in me.” you couldn’t help grinning at how those words sounded coming out of your mouth, kind of ridiculous but kind of...erotic?

Apparently Kylo found it very bloody erotic. He was buck naked in seconds and crawling over you, caging you beneath him, his rock hard cock prodding your stomach.

You arched your back as he dragged his nose down into the valley between your breasts, burying his face in between them with a soft moan. He unclasped your bra, tossing it off the bed while he admired your breasts, as they sat naturally.

“Perfect tits.” he murmured, tweaking a nipple, you gasped- then whimpered as he quickly soothed the sting with his mouth.

Gripping behind your knees, Kylo pushed your legs up and out beside your torso. He kept his hands there, spreading you wide, running his mouth over the lace of your thong as you desperately tried to thrust.

“These panties are very damp Kitten.” He breathed, finally letting go of your legs. “Hold your legs up for me.” You replaced his hands with your own.

He tugged the flimsy fabric aside and pressed a kiss on your clit.

“Fuck.” You hissed.

He pushed one finger, then another into your sopping cunt, scissoring them slightly to stretch you out.

Keeping his fingers inside you, working you into a fit of whines and whimpers, Kylo scaled your body, seeking your mouth with his own. Hot and heavy kisses as his fingers continued pumping, your hand wrapped around his hard length.

He removed his fingers and positioned you on your side so you were leaning into your elbow. He straddled your bottom leg and pulled the thong aside, pushing into your warmth with a grunt and he settled behind you. You twisted back so your mouths could meet again as his hand found your breast.

It wasn’t fevered fucking, it was passionate and luxurious love making. His hand roaming your body, tracing your curves. His mouth kissed you, peppered kisses down your neck and over your shoulder.

“My wife.” He murmured in your ear, on more than one occasion.

You whimpered and moaned, the position meant he could get deep inside you, hit your g spot relentlessly as he thrust his hips.

You came with a cry as his fingers expertly worked your clit, he followed soon after as your whispered sweet sentiments in his ear.

The second he pulled out, he was elevating your hips, shoving pillows under your butt.

“Ahh...what the fuck are you doing?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Keeping my cum in you.” he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You barked out a laugh, but he was deadly serious, “stay there and i’ll run the bath.”

You watched with an amused smile, from your ridiculous position as he grabbed the champagne and glasses and disappeared into the bathroom.

As Kylo led you into the bathroom you gasped, there were candles on every surface and a small table next to the large bath held a bunch of roses, the champagne, strawberries and a gift bag.

“Did you organise all this…” you looked at Kylo in wonder.

He just nodded silently, studying your face as if to gauge your reaction.

“This is beautiful, thank you.” you said softly, pressing a kiss on his lips.

He began to undress you, pulling off the remainder of your lingerie before helping you into the large tub.

“Oh my god this is heavenly!” you groaned, sinking into the hot water. Your aching feet from a day in heels soothed.

Kylo pulled you into him and you rested your head back against his chest with a happy sigh.

He reached and pulled a red box from the bag next to the bath.

“Kitten, for you.” he smiled, as you hurriedly dried your hands and took the box.

“Kylo! Jesus Christ!” you breathed, recognising the unmistakable design of the jewellery box as that of Cartier.

You opened it slowly, revealing a beautiful gold necklace. The round pendant was inlaid with what was surely diamonds. You gaped at it, silently.

“Is it ok?” Kylo sounded slightly worried.

You handed it to him blindly, “can you put it on me please, baby?” your voice wobbling.

You traced the circle gently as he fastened it, before turning around completely, “what do you think?” you asked.

“Perfect.” he smiled adoringly.

“I love it, but i didn’t get you anything! I feel-!” you fretted.

“Y/n, you married me. That’s enough for me, forever.”

“If you could stop making me cry that would be really great.” you sniffed, wiping your eyes, “I’m dehydrated from all this crying.”

He grinned, pulling you into his lap and handing you a glass on bubbles.

“Drink this and stop blubbering, silly Kitten.” he teased.

You flicked water at him.

You ate room service in fluffy robes at 2 in the morning, before collapsing into the bed, exhausted from the day.

You snuggled into the warmth of his body, right when you were drifting off Kylo began thinking aloud.

“We need to get you on prenatal vitamins babe, and i’ll find ask the board who the best OBGYN is, we should really get you in there as soon-”

“Baby, i love you, but please shut up and go to sleep.” you mumbled, sleepily.

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i’d love to hear a little more about or read a snippet from parallel jedi!! thank you for sharing :)

Hello dear anon!! You’re very kind to show interest :) I’m not sure what I’ve written is any good. I don’t think I’ll ever finish it so I figured I’d share it with you as it is. I had intended to created these 2 plot lines that intersected, even though they took place during different Star Wars eras. It was a challenge I looked forward to... but I lost steam on the project. Perhaps someday I’ll write them as individual one-offs. Let me know what you think. Please don’t judge me to harshly LOL! I haven’t edited this at all, so pardon any typos.

PARALLEL JEDI

Original prompt: Could you do a story that parallels Luke in his prime post RotJ and Obi-Wan in his prime? Something where an enemy or group realizes these subdued, soft spoken yet confident men are actually quite dangerous?

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Pravus – The Outer Rim (9 months after the Battle of Endor)

Luke Skywalker sat slumped against the stone bastion, one leg bent at the knee, the other extended strait in front. His wounds were extensive, requiring considerable concentration to suppress his pain and simultaneously control his labored breathing. His ribs ached and his lungs felt stripped. He was lightheaded from loss of blood, his nerves vibrating with exhaustion. There was little hope of making an escape in his present condition.

He had come alone to this isolated moon following a hunch, seeking out the last of Palpatine’s secret lairs. The Emperor had been dead nearly nine months but the war wasn’t over; Luke discovered evidence that the Dark Lord was caching weapons in remote corners of the outer rim. Skywalker methodically worked his way through the data, interpreting coordinates while cross referencing Sith and Jedi lore, letting the Force guide him from one location to the next. In four different systems he had discovered three bunkers and two private residences that the Emperor had kept for himself, each filled with treasures and horrors alike, each location more dangerous than the next. Palpatine was fond of sinister booby-traps and this current fortress built into the side of a mountain was no different.

Skywalker had breeched the abandoned castle’s walls only to face one ambush after another. The Emperor was clever and cruel, and though Luke ultimately succeeded, he paid dearly for his efforts as he fought through snares, climbed crumbling architecture, and battled assassin droids by the dozen. Hours passed as he made his way higher and higher into the mountainous fortress; each new level he ascended brought more difficult confrontations than the last. When he finally reached the top floor of this seemingly endless tower, he collapsed, his legs turning to jelly under him.

He sat for a long time, unable to move his burning muscles while blood pooled on the floor beneath him, oozing from innumerable cuts and other more severe injuries. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Luke knew his challenges were not finished but his body was screaming for rest. There were times when a Jedi had to power through physical roadblocks, but more importantly a Jedi needed to know his limitations. In this moment of great need Skywalker reached for the Force, let it wrap around him, let it permeate every cell in his body, staunching his blood loss, relieving his pain, soothing his exhaustion. For a few blessed moments everything became passive and silent.

Luke had not encountered a single living soul in the rest of the building but as he shut his tactile senses down and receded inward, he could feel another presence in the Force only a few meters away. Dragging his eyes open he peered into the shadows on the other side of the room.

“I know you’re there,” he said, slurring his words with exhaustion. “Show yourself.”

After a long pause boots scraped across the flagstones as a figure stepped into the light and took form against the darkness. A large man, too thin for his seven-foot frame, with bedraggled long hair and neglected, tattered clothes that had once been fine, stood in front of Skywalker.

“No one has ever made it this far.” The man’s quaking voice revealed his age.

Luke was not fooled by his apparent fragility; dark energy radiated off the old man. “Who are you?”

The old man shuffled closer but did not reply.

“Are you a prisoner?” Luke asked, knowing the answer.

The old man scowled. “Of course not, you impudent wretch. I am The Keeper, chosen directly by the Emperor to guard one of his most sacred artifacts.”

Luke tried to appear stronger than he felt. “You haven’t done such a great job if I’ve made it this far.”

The old man stepped closer to Skywalker, the light seeping in through upper windows casting a ghastly shadow over the wrinkled visage. “I assure you, boy, you will make it no further.” Luke saw the contraption too late as The Keeper raised a hand, leveling the weapon at Skywalker’s body, and fired.

A sharp pain ripped through Luke’s neck, his body instantly becoming paralyzed. The toxic dart worked with unfathomable speed. Skywalker fell back, his body contorting with pain before he slid down the wall and collapsed unconscious on the floor.

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Inesco – Unallied Space (during the Clone Wars)

Cody was missing.

Waxer and Boil were the last troopers to see him. Two days ago the commander had gone off to inspect a rogue transmission that interfered with the squad’s com links. Cody climbed a hillock near the forward operating base; he disappeared over a ridgeline and didn’t come back.

Obi-Wan Kenobi could not deny that he was worried. Though Jedi were not supposed to form attachments, the idea of his trustworthy, loyal, and stalwart clone commander falling into enemy hands set Kenobi’s teeth on edge. Cody was made of tough stuff but the insurgent population had proven to be ruthless and cunning.

The Republic had sent Obi-Wan with a small clone contingent to Inesco, a desperate system nestled directly between Republic and Separatist lines. The depleted planet was constantly caught in the galactic conflict while both sides fought to possess it as a staging ground. Kenobi had no interest in tormenting the local populace any further and hoped to finish his mission quickly.

Fate was against him.

He and his platoon had instantly been caught up in a local fight between the Calvorian mercenaries that lived in the mountains and the Inescan tribes that lived in the plains. Kenobi was supposed to infiltrate and confiscate a Separatist weapons cache, but the local civil war meant that the Calvorians, the Inescans, and the Republic were all vying for the same treasure.

What was meant to be an easily executed smash-and-grab mission had turned into a week and a half of bloody conflict. In the beginning the Republic forces had easily confiscated the weapons but the Calvorian mercenaries had destroyed Kenobi’s transports. Meanwhile, the Republic attack cruiser waiting in orbit became embroiled in a standoff with Separatist’s ships and couldn’t spare any shuttles to rendezvous with their ground forces. That meant Obi-Wan, his men, and the weapons cache were stuck on Inesco until another Republic cruiser arrived. According to the latest brief, Anakin’s ship would enter the system sometime within the month—not very comforting estimates.

The situation on the ground had become dire. They were running short on food and water, but even more concerning were the frequent surprise attacks made by both the Calvorians and the Inescans, each trying to take their share of the Separatist weapons so that they could carry on killing each other. Obi-Wan’s men were starving, exhausted, and damn sick of being caught in the middle. When Cody disappeared, even Kenobi’s temper flared. He sent scouts in every direction to spy on the insurgents, desperate to discover his commander’s whereabouts, but no information came back. No one knew which tribe, if any, had captured Cody. The plain truth was no one was even sure if Cody was alive.

As the sun set on the third day of the Clone Commander’s disappearance, Obi-Wan felt utterly defeated though he refused to let it show in front of the other soldiers. He sat in a dark bunker with four other troopers; they were all supposed to be getting sleep while second squad kept watch, but all of the men were wound too tightly to rest. Kenobi was pouring over terrain maps trying to discover a likely place where insurgents might take prisoners. He hadn’t slept in days and his vision was blurring around the edges, but he didn’t care; he wouldn’t rest until Cody was safe.

The bunker door suddenly slammed open and Boil came in, shoving a tall, sturdy man ahead of him. Kenobi could see that the man was a Calvorian, the tribe’s distinctive tattoos visible on his hands and neck.

All of the clones in the room quickly stood and warily raised their weapons.

“Easy, everyone,” Obi-Wan said calmly as he also stood. “Weapons down. I’d like to hear what our guest has to say.”

The clone troopers lowered their weapons but they did not relax their guard.

“This one says he has a message for you, General,” Boil said, giving the insurgent another shove until he was right in front of the Jedi.

Kenobi crossed his arms over his chest. “What can I do for you?”

The Calvorian was strong, his shoulders broad and rolled back with good posture, but he looked as worn out as the Republic troops felt. “My general would like to put an end to this standoff between our tribes.”

“That is wise,” Kenobi said dryly. “You and the Inescans have more in common than you know. You would do better to work together rather than try to kill each other…”

“I speak of the conflict between our tribe and your tribe.”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan shook his head, disappointed. “Very well. What are your terms?”

“My general has something to offer you. He asks that you return with me and discuss a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Kenobi felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck. He didn’t believe this was a trap, but he suspected he wouldn’t like what the Calvorian mercenaries had to offer.

“And what of my men?”

“You may bring no more than two.”

Obi-Wan didn’t feel the need to bring anyone with him. If he got into trouble, it might be easier if he were on his own. But he quickly changed his mind and turned to Boil. “You and Waxer are coming with me.”

The clone immediately straitened his shoulders. “Yes, Sir!”

Perhaps the troopers would be able to snoop around for Cody while Obi-Wan met with this general.

He lightly ran his fingers over his lightsaber hilt as a quick touchstone, a way to keep the Force foremost in his mind while he was suffering from terrible exhaustion. The kyber crystal at its heart was alive, thrumming with his life Force; and his energy greatly depended right now on his fellow troopers. Whatever he was walking into, it wasn’t going to be easy.

He gestured politely toward the door. “By all means, please lead the way, my friend.”

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