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xjulixred45x · 6 months

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Big Bro Gojo! Reader find out about Megumi and Tsumiki. Ft Kugisaki and Itadori!

This part is pretty long!

First part for context

first of all, thanks to @shootinglove14 for giving me the idea for this adorable drabble, thanks sweetie!

Now, moving on to the topic, I think Big Bro Reader would know about Megumi's existence shortly after he has his talk with Satoru (after the breakup of KFC) and confesses that, that Touji told him that he had a son, as if He would wait for his brother to tell him what he should do. Big Bro at first, I'm not going to lie, is too angry at Touji for almost killing his little brother to think clearly, so he tells him to do what he thinks is right.

which in Satoru's mind translated to: "do what your brother would have done" and knowing that under normal circumstances Big Bro Reader would not hesitate to take in a child in need (ESPECIALLY if Big Bro already has children of his own) Satoru He decides that he will do the same.

so, he goes to get Megumi (and additionally Tsumiki), takes them with him and introduces them to his older brother as the children he had been telling them about :D (completely ignoring the fact that he warned him with, like, 5 minutes of before they arrived and that it was supposed to be just ONE SON)

but as soon as Big Bro Reader sees them, any kind of dislike towards Touji or resentment IS CRUSHED and replaced with pity when he sees how small they are, he very much regrets having thought the way he did when he saw how they lived, and begins to treat them like his normal friendly self, almost like his own children.

As Megumi and Tsumiki grow up, Big Bro reader is a very important figure in their lives, mainly because he has the tact that Satoru doesn't have, he is cuddly without being annoying, he is much more respectful, how could they not love him? especially in the case of Megumi, who tries to help him with his abandonment issues.

With Tsumiki he becomes close through things like housework, Reader is a deconstructed man, he helps his wife and Tsumiki in everything he can😤 and even teaches her some tricks that he has learned in the Gojo house (cooking, laundry, embroidery, self-defense, the man is a box of surprises).

overall Tsumiki sees her friendly personality supported by someone like Big Bro reader who is almost the same. She sees him as a great man and definitely a good example of a man, father and husband.

Megumi, as I already said, likes Big Bro Reader more in the sense that he has much more tact and respect for what others say, that already gives him many points, but he also gets attached very quickly to him because of how good he is. general that he is, but he doesn't take shit from anyone. Big Bro reader will be gentle, yes, but he can't stand disrespect and is definitely someone who can hold a grudge, can empathize with it.

but Big Bro's fatherly and uninterested attitude was definitely what made him love him so much, they can bond through things like board games, Big Bro teaches him how to be a gentleman, go out to parks together with the Divine dogs, teach them Gojo clan techniques, etc.

By the time they grow up, they see Big Bro Reader as a kind of secondary father, but if Big Bro already has children, they will be their guardians and help Reader take care of them. when Tsumiki happens, Reader is the FIRST to run to the hospital and comfort Megumi, he is the one who occasionally prepares her a homemade lunch for school, he is the one who Megumi goes to visit when she has the opportunity (aside from Tsumiki) to tell him of his day.

Big Bro reader is one of the few people (if not the only one) who feels like he will never abandon him, and gives him a genuine and warm feeling of security that he wishes he had before. He loves it very much.

Megumi becomes an unofficial part of Big Bro's family, his wife even has a guest room tailored to his tastes (and for his divine dogs), she has some of his favorite snacks in the pantry, and MY GOD, when he comes over of surprise and Reader's children are going to greet him with "welcome home Megumi-nisaaaaaan!" Megumi could DIE THERE AND DIE HAPPY.

They even leave him a space at the table (Big Bro's wife always gives him extra portions because according to her "he is very thin") and he can feel calm. simple peace of mind.

Gojo's brother is amazing.

and eventually thanks to this and being the fucking sensei's brother, he would also meet Nobara and Itadori.

Itadori would meet Big Bro reader before Nobara, he would probably even be either 1- one of the people Itadori would go on his first missions with or 2- one of the few people Gojo trusted to let him know that Yuji wasn't dead.

Let's go for both.

Itadori was VERY surprised to see the difference in attitude between his Sensei and his brother, but he still saw that Big Bro Reader was someone very respectable, even adorable! always bragging about his family and Gojo-sensei also started showing him his own photos of his nephews/nieces (Big Bro's children) and even some photos from when they were young, it was very wholesome.

I can see Big Bro joining Itadori in his movie marathons (especially after the incident with Junpei), inviting him to his house to meet his family, even staying for dinner. For Yuji everything is so...NEW, a whole family, functional and happy, how does he do it? but ends up thanking him very much for the experience (even giving him a hug that Reader gladly returns).

Itadori goes with Big bro reader if he needs more sentimental or emotional advice, since Big bro is something like his guide in that sense, his reference point for what he would like to have, and although Itadori is a walking green flag , sometimes doesn't understand certain situations, and wants to become as friendly and supportive as big bro reader.

Imagine Itadori and Megumi babysitting Big Bro reader's children! I imagine that they are half angels and half Gojo(xd) so they would have to be very careful with that. Megumi would absolutely LOVE to see children drawing pictures or talking about their family, if they draw him a picture of him, he will cry (even if it is the ugliest thing ever drawn, he will hang it on the refrigerator, NO BUTS)

Itadori stays more with Big Bro reader's wife (if she is there) and helps her with things like shopping bags and wanting to know more about the children to be a better babysitter with Megumi (although he knows them better so not much problem).

And when Big bro reader comes Back and the kids go running to give their dad the "welcome home!" Call, Itadori swears his heart MELTS.

Sensei's brother is very kind. Is what he thinks whathever the topic of Big bro is bring up.

Nobara would probably meet Big Bro after Itadori's "death", and at first she didn't think much of him (except that he dressed VERY well) until she learned that he was Gojo-Sensei's older brother. and honestly? She didn't believe it.

It couldn't be!! IT HAD TO BE A JOKE! How did someone like his sensei have someone so friendly as a brother? Or was Reader hiding his own idiotic side? It took photos from when they were young and a lot of insistence for her to finally believe that they were even related.

Definitely at first she was a little alert because of the friendly way Big Bro Reader acted, but eventually she was able to let her guard down when she realized that he wasn't planning anything shady, on the contrary, he wanted to be with them in a difficult moment like what he was doing. It was losing a partner. Nobara could respect him for that.

and he believed that he must be the proudest man in the world, because he always showed off his family, especially his children. At first Nobara found him somewhat annoying, but it didn't take long before she got on the train of enthusiasm for the achievements of Big Bro's children.

If Big Bro has a bad fashion sense, Nobara is ON A MISSION to change that, no ifs and buts. They won't go away until you at least know basic color theory.

Overall Nobara is happy to be a girl around Big Bro reader and have good mental support at this school. Sensei's brother is great.

Thank you for reading!❤️

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oshiawaseni · 1 year

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A post about the time Hawks made Kacchan really, really jealous.

When I watched this scene in the anime I found it amusing as hell. Kacchan’s behaviour felt kind of strange/off though, but after I saw the panelling of the scene in the manga recently, it only seems even more funny and bkdk driven. His behaviour also made more sense. I’ll breakdown the scene and go into some of Kacchan’s deeper issues after.

They meet with Hawks after he helps them bring down villains. Izuku is star struck from the get-go and nervously greets the rank #2, who likewise recognises him from the sports festival.

Hawks tells Izuku he's heard about him from Tokoyami... then backtracks and says, "No, actually... (even without that) I would have liked to have worked with you, too, but..."

However, before he can finish explaining himself... he feels a "sakki", meaning bad feeling or literally "killing intent." (But the anime didn't show this part of their interaction! or how noticing the sakki interrupted Hawks' speech. So this is another one of those little flavourful nuances anime watchers(me) missed out on)

sakki (殺気 The individual kanji are pronounced satsu and ki, respectively, but due to Japanese grammar rules, the -tsu in the former is dropped and the consonant in ki is geminated, turning it into sa- + -kki.), which is primarily used by practitioners of Ninjutsu; "Killing Intent" is the most literal translation, with "Bloodlust" as a close second. The Chinese equivalent is sha qi - x

Which is kind of funny, considering Katsuki's soon to be revealed hero name which also had “Satsu” in it. Dai Baku Sasshin Dynamight. (Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight)

Hawks turns to the source of the "sakki"... and it's Kacchan staring bloody murder at him, challenging him! After the stuff Hawks said, it feels like Kacchan is even more annoyed at Hawks for taking a special interest in Izuku, by saying he wanted to work with him (despite being so busy he left Tokoyami in the care of his sidekicks). I think in Kacchan's mind this means a scenario where Izuku would have been with Hawks at his hero nest instead of with Kacchan at Endeavour's agency... 👀 How territorial! I think Hawks also noticed something was off and taunts him, just for fun. 🤭

Also, this is only a funny coincidence, but after Hawks says something that feels like he's wanting to 'take Izuku away,' Kacchan just happens to say “About before, I got in faster than you." It could mean absolutely nothing, or it could be the slightest nuance for "I was here first. Deku's already been mine since childhood, so back off.” Like an inside joke Hori made for himself, knowing he was writing bkdk to become the main canon couple in the series.

I'm /hj ofc but… you never know! It's wild that Kacchan is even this hung up on what Hawks did in the first place, so I might be trying to make it make more sense! understandably, right?

When Hawks leaves, not only is Izuku swooning over him again... now Shouto is too! Kacchan can't stand it! I don't know about you, but if Kacchan's intense reaction is only that Hawks showed them up, it’s a severe case of the punishment not fitting the crime. Not to mention, it began when Hawks started chatting up Izuku about getting him to intern with him and got even worse because Izuku went full fanboy mode LOL

Later at the agency he’s still filled with rage from their meeting, making up an insulting nickname for Hawks that can loosely be translated as “smiling birdbrain” (Hawks wears a carefree smile on his face and Katsuki doesn’t like it. He thinks he’s being smug - which he was, but only just a little… so again… punishment ≠ crime which is why we can theorise there was something more to his jealousy.)

Lmaooo listen. Think of a really possessive boyfriend who can’t stand their lover checking out other people and commenting on how attractive they are. And you've literally got how Kacchan feels about being a hero in front of Izuku.

Kacchan's gotten jealous like this before, when Shouto declared war on Izuku at the start of BNHA. That's how he got involved with the Todoroki family drama, because his jealousy drove him to follow them sneaking off alone together. And again in the third movie, at the very end, when Kacchan's boyfriend stayed back to say goodbye to Rody, and he glared at them the whole way going up the escalator lmao

Jealous Katsuki "needs Izuku's attention on him always" Bakugou has three modes: “Why aren’t you looking only my way you shitty nerd.” “Forget this other bastard, what about me??? I’m ‘sugoi’ right?!!” and our fave (😂) “Just keep your eyes on me, shitty Deku!”

He responded with SO MUCH irritation at Hawks simply because Izuku’s fanboying over somebody that’s not him.

Poor Kacchan has to compete with all other heroes for Izuku’s affection because he’s an otaku that grew up worshipping all quirks. 😂

Meet Katsuki Bakugou: From the age of four, he was told by family, doctors, teachers, hero loving society and the next door neighbour's cat that his quirk is the embodiment of excellence. What a guy! He will go far in life so we should let him do whatever he wants, it’s fine! He can be my sidekick! In a world where a person's character and value are measured by the power and usefulness of their quirk, Katsuki was the king.

Then there’s Kacchan: Grew up alongside this shiny doe eyed shitnerd who was always watching him, walking behind him, telling him stuff like he's sugoi and his quirk is so cool and he is so cool and wouldn’t it be cool if he also got a quirk as strong as his... And years later, Kacchan is (unsurprisingly) triggered that his Deku is reacting to everyone else and their ‘inferior’ quirks in almost the exact same way that he does with him. He has the biggest LOVE (ONLY!) ME DAMNIT vibes with Izuku! good lordt

The main issue Katsuki encountered after entering U.A and the world of pro heroes, was suddenly not being the obvious choice for best anymore. His usual status of being society’s king was completely upended after his world opened up to people like Iida, Shoto, Enji and Hawks. Something that was so effortless to him before, now required a lot of hard work, if he was going to rise above even the outstanding.

And I think a big reason he feels insecure around other talented people is because a part of him will always want to stay the coolest and strongest in Izuku’s eyes! That’s why Izuku acknowledging others sets him off a little. He knows what Izuku’s like… but he still wants to be the coolest to him, unquestionably sugoi and stay Izuku’s #1.

And sometimes it’s almost like, unless Izuku is the one doing the praising and fanboying Katsuki and only Katsuki, there's just no meaning to any of it for him.

＊* .•° ✿ °•. ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 ೋღ

It was only ever Izuku.

Growing up, surrounded by admiration from people who never dared to stand up to Katsuki... ultimately, it was only ever Izuku who valued his own set of principles and stood up to him when he was wrong. Because Izuku... was always honest with him, about everything. He let Katsuki know when he didn't approve of his behaviour, which meant the times Izuku did praise him was something that could be trusted. It didn't feel like the empty praise from everyone around him who only saw him for his quirk. It didn't feel like a lie.

Katsuki eventually realised the reason Izuku faced him was because Izuku genuinely cares. He saw all of him and despite intimately knowing his weaknesses and flaws not once did Izuku stop believing in him... so before Katsuki knew it, Izuku became the only person whose attention and approval actually meant something to him.

Can you blame him, though? Izuku’s the one who has been faithfully at Katsuki's side his entire life, sharing his dreams, believing in the best of him, gently encouraging him to do better than his worst, teaching him kindness of the heart and heroic sacrifice and finally… what it means to love someone so fiercely, you could give your everything and call it by their name.

Katsuki’s forever hero who always comes running to save him, no matter what. His one and only constant. How could he not become completely intertwined with him and fall hopelessly in love?

#bakudeku #and the only hero he can forgive Izuku's fanboying for is All Might because Kacchan simps him too🤭🤭🤭#kana writes #jealous Kacchan #possessive kacchan #he can’t help it 😭#he’s in love with him 😭😭#Kacchan loves deku #deku loves kacchan #tsundere Kacchan #bnha meta #op

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queen-of-scissors · 1 year

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Hey sorry to disturb you but can you write about reader trying to delete genshin because they couldn't download the update but for some reason they couldn't? The self awares are desperately trying to stop that. I wanna see the chaos and angst 😈

HEY GUYS LOOK

🎉MY FİRST ASK!!!🎉

İ feel even happier than a certain bard in wine festival--

İ was gonna send it earlier but i felt lasy to open my computer and draw ;;

Also im sorry if somethings don't make sense i used translator for some parts cus english isn't my main

More under the cut!

Reader deleting genshin

You took a frustrated sigh, another error, you wondered how many you've gotten in the past hour.

For some reason, your favorite games update is taking a bit long, crashing midway or giving an error that causes the download to restart again.

İnternet isn't giving much answers to you either. You tried almost everything you could try, to opening more storage space to deleting your game photo file, and at this point, you were growing desperate.

İnside the game, your characters were worried. You certainly took your time, they knew it was profably not too much of an issue and you were just busy. But for those who grow anxious EVERYTİME that you grow late, like Zhongli, Jean and Ninguang, it was a diffrent story...

Why are you late? İs everything alright in your world? Are you abandoning them? Did they do something not to your liking? Were their damage low? Will you log in faster if they do better?

Not knowing what you think or what happens in your world is killing them, they need to see you, HEAR you, so then maybe... Maybe you'll see them as well.

What took you so long? They need you...

When Buer was born, the first thing she could feel is how grass felt on her knees as she sat down, how flowers smelled like a dream and how vibrant everything was! She seemed to know everything, remember everyone and understand everything at that moment. While knowing nothing at the same time! How curious she was at everything she saw and felt!

But at the base of it all, she knew where all of this was created, she knew you.

She could only feel gratefull to you for creating such a wonderfull world, the world where countless travelers and artists fell in love. After all of the feelings she felt about you and your world, how could she say no when the Archons asked her about what they can do to meet you.

She wants to show people how perfect you are!

"Might as well delete it. Maybe that will fix all my problems?"

This was the first thing they heard you say. All of the Archons froze in their places.

Delete? What do you mean? Why would you.. no.. how could you?!

First person to finaly stop the dead silence in the area was the god of freedom, Barbatos.

"Delete it? Are they talking about... No that can't be! They love us! They said so themselves!"

"Barbatos-"

"They won't do it! İ KNOW they won't! They're talking about another world! Or, or..."

"what is.... İs that... Paimon? The travelers friend?" Buer looked at the big canvas (Or perhaps a window to another world). What is the meaning of this?

"Barbatos are you seeing what im seeing..?" Spoke up the god of contracts. Pointing out a big picture with some words on it, and on the picture there was...

God of justice looked around, and saw a triangle looking white thing fly across the artwork that is displayed infront of them.

Their thoughts were cut short by the sudden feeling of emptiness and screams they can feel from their followers.

Buer fell to her knees with a scream, it sting, it hurt to breath, the very feeling of the things she hold near being tore apart broke her heart and her core.

She felt the trees get reduce to nothing, something big and dark swallowed everything,

She saw her people, her first followers, trying to protect their nations with everything they got,

General Mahamatra moving people away from the empty, dark spaces to 'safety', Dancer Nilou helped him with controlling a huge crowd,

Forest ranger Tighnari's situation was worse, he tried to stop the hatred from spreading even from plants,

the academia has just Heard of all of this but the unforgiving wrath of the creator was too fast, Buer felt their followers' bones get crushed with force and skins get stretched in impossible ways. She died with her followers, countless times, but all she could do was watch as you took away the world she fell in love with..

"why are you angry? Why are we the ones that are suffering from it? Do you hate us that much...." Was all of the questions that she wont have the time to get them answered.

The second to grow affected was morax, before reaching out to help his friend he instead fell to the ground, he was... Crying.. he could hear and feel his peoples painfull cries and prayers for him. And yet he couldnt move, couldnt breath, what is this power? İs this what it feels like to suffer from his gods wrath?

He worshiped you the longest, she knew about your presence the longest so... Why?

He saw xiao, trying to keep the void from reaching wangshu Inn, by nearby monsters, weapons, ANYTHİNG to stop it from reaching the öne place he could call home. Some of The things he threw didnt got deleted and stayed in that position, but some were stuck mid air.

He saw liyue, as ninguang tried to stop the void by sacraficing the jade Chamber again, it got deleted and everything was destroyer before even reaching to the ground, including people.

"How could you do such a thing? Were we not enough? Even so, we didnt deserve it, no, They... They didnt deserve it. Please hear our prayers, they dont deserve to die your Grace, not like this... Please not like this"

Beelzebub tried to run away, to her own people, but was stoped by the god of natlan, what is the point? İt is in ruins now, it cannot be saved.

Her knees gave up as the harsh truth hit her, she promised her people a dream, a dream that their nation will reach eternity, live longer than gods and all the nations combined.

She saw yae just sitting near the shrine and enjoying tea, perhaps she didnt knew, but she doubted that she would do anything if she even did.

Kujou sara and sangonomia kokomi joined their powers to make sure the losses were minimum, but before they could even begin the plan...

She lost everything once again, what did morax say about you? How kind and forgiving you are? İf it were the case, why would you take everything from her for the 5th time?

"....i have failed.... Them..."

Before all of the gods got to the ground with a burning feeling accross their chest and their body, the god of justice turned to the painting of you and put her head on the ground,

"Your highness please, please forgive us and our followers for our sins, if the fault is ours we will pay it with our blood, but please... Don't take your anger from us, your followers, please dont destroy the world please PLEASE WE BEG OF YOU-"

"İt is futile...." Buer managed to speak, pain worsening by the second "they... c- cant hear us without.... Without the aid of our own world..."

"They're praying to us.. to THEM! We have t-to do something!!" Barbatos screamed, he was always there for his nation when they realy need it, he won't let it be the first time he wasn't!

He can feel the Tevat strugling to breath as all plantlife and elements are being corrupted.

He looked up from where he is, at your painting, you helped his people once, made them live another day, he was eternaly gratefull to you for it.

But why? Why are you taking back what you once gave without even thinking? İs this all a game to you? Do they even matter to you?

He listened to his followers last thoughts, they too were asking the same.

"All of them gave up their freedom for you, for you to explore this world to your hearts content. What made you so cruel to them?" Jean asked while trying to protect the last citizen of Mondstadt, despite her invisible limbs she kept on fighting nothingness, even if that meant angering you further.

They screamed untill their throaths bled, trying to get your attention in anyway possible, but you weren't paying them any mind. You were busy looking at another painting.

Untill they.. stoped.

As the deletion bar almost filled up, all of their pain seemed to vanish. Asking themselves;

Why... Why were they here?

They wanted to protect someone? Some... People? But how?

As far as they can remember, its always been them alone.

They were sad and angry but why? They cant even remember anymore.

As the last archon stood there to look at you, they could only say nonsense that theyre not even sure what it means;

"i hate you, creator"

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Quick scetch of the currently known archons being traumatised BC of us ;; (i always delete my game and re install BC of the update oop-)

Mfs trying to confort you about it but was too stuned to speak

#genshin sagau #i honestly feel bad for my characters now #sagau #sagau brainrot #sagau x reader #self aware genshin #genshin x you #genshin isekai #genshin impact sagau #sagau cult au #genshin x reader #genshin impact venti #genshin ei #genshin nahida #genshin zhongli

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laxmiree · 1 year

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Wild Luxury date translation + video with sub EN

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

The slightly cool fingertips keep teasing and rubbing my wrist. In an ambiguous and ticklish feeling, the silk ribbon is tied into a bow.

My hands are completely restrained.

“If this student has no objections, then let's begin-”

“From now on, use your body's intuition to find the answer.”

”Give your body completely to me.”

[Warning]: The content of this date is borderline explicit and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 16 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

[Video + English subtitle]

(T/N: I highly recommend watch the date in video format or following the voice acting for complete experience.)

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=Part 1=

MC: The engagement banquet has been canceled?

I stand there in shock, watching Lucien take the steaming iron from my hand and turn it off.

Lucien: Hm, Xiao Fan just called and told me about it.

A trace of regret flashed across Lucien's expression. I open my mouth, so shocked that I don't know what to say for a moment.

The purpose of our trip was to attend the engagement banquet of Xiao Fan and Xiao Su, researchers from the Ultima Bioresearch Centre.

Since they met through Lucien's research project, they invited Lucien to be the witness for the engagement banquet.

We also arrived at this famous glamping hotel a day early to coincide with the rehearsal.

We had planned to spend a pleasant weekend here after the banquet, but now...

MC: Did something unexpected happen? Did they fight? Was it an impulsive decision? Or is there some other reason?

Seeing me keep asking questions, Lucien seems a bit helpless. He leads me to sit on the sofa where he sits down with me.

Lucien: I admit that the Great Producer is indeed very imaginative, but none of these are the reason for the cancellation of the engagement banquet.

Lucien: Their reason seems to be very simple.

Lucien: -When they finally reached the stage of engagement, they realized that they could no longer avoid the issues that had been left unresolved in their relationship. They needed to work together to resolve them.

Lucien: So they decided to take a break for a while and calm down.

MC: …The reason is so sensible, huh?

MC: But when it comes to your rigorous and restrained researchers, it somehow makes sense…

I mumble to myself and see a smile on the corner of Lucien's lips. He crosses his arms and tilts his chin up, looking at me thoughtfully.

Lucien: Seems that MC has some bias toward researchers?

Lucien: How could you forget that you and I have done some "crazy" things together that were not so rigorous and restrained.

Lucien: It seems that the forgetful producer needs to be reminded.

(T/N: call-back to Crazy Date!)

As he said that, he moved closer to me, and his warm fingers twirled the strands of hair near my ears, causing a tickling sensation on my face.

MC: There's no need to bother Professor Lucien~ I admit that I was not rigorous enough and had subconscious stereotypes!

I coyly raised my hands and saw his serious expression turn into a faint smile, only then did I let out a sigh.

MC: Okay, since it's their relationship, we don't need to say anything more.

MC: Shall we pack our bags and get ready to go home now?

Lucien: (chuckle) No need to rush.

Lucien: We can start our vacation here, just as we planned.

I blink in confusion, not understanding what Lucien means.

MC: But the engagement banquet has been canceled. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to stay here...

Lucien: Let us stay and enjoy our holiday, this is also Xiao Fan's invitation.

Lucien raises his chin and looks back at the private garden outside the window. The brilliant sunset reflected in his eyes, showing a beautiful glow.

Lucien: They said that because they had to deal with the nagging of their elders, they couldn't get away to appreciate the beautiful spring scenery here.

Lucien: So they entrusted us with the task of cherishing this springtime scenery for them.

I follow his gaze and look out the window, realizing what this "invitation" really means.

MC: Lucien, I sincerely take back the biased words that I just said.

MC: The researchers are not only strict and frenzied, but also understand the ways of the world and romance.

There's a chuckle from behind. Lucien gets up and walks straight to the hanging ironing machine. He then takes down the white shirt I just ironed.

Lucien: Being able to get approval from the great producer, I, on behalf of myself, express this researcher's most sincere thanks.

Lucien: And I would like to extend a formal invitation to you for a deeper understanding. How about it?

As he speaks, he undoes his shirt buttons one by one, revealing the smooth lines of his body.

Lucien: Since my girlfriend specifically picked out this shirt for our vacation, I must make good use of it.

His long fingers move slowly to the last button. With a slight sound, his muscular chest is bared before me, causing me to unconsciously swallow.

But in the next moment, he deftly puts on the white shirt in his hand, smirking slightly and extending his hand to me.

Lucien: (chuckle)So, would you like to go out and take a stroll?

=Part 2=

Our vacation began with an unexpected event.

Amidst the blooming flowers, chirping birds, and wild swans playing in the spring water, it felt like we had stumbled upon a utopia.

Before we knew it, we walked to the venue where the engagement banquet was originally held.

The waiters are removing the venue. They remove the tablecloths and chair covers, leaving them bare. There are many colorful balloons scattered on the grass.

The mix of warm and cozy colors amidst the messy leftovers left me with a feeling I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

MC: Sigh...I remember when I went to see you at the research institute, and saw Xiao Fan giving Xiao Su a handmade lunchbox.

MC: I also saw them holding hands and going home together several times, with Xiao Su holding a big bouquet of flowers...

MC: They were so in love... how did things come to this?

Compared to my sighs and lamentations, Lucien's expression remains indifferent, and I can't discern any emotions from him.

Lucien: I think there may be a connection between loving each other and sustaining intimacy, but it's not necessarily a cause-and-effect relationship.

Lucien: In the same way, we can't deny the beautiful feelings they once had, simply based on the choices they've now made.

MC: That's true, but for people who were once in love but unable to make it last until the end, they must feel some sort of regret.

I can't help but pout. Lucien is about to move his lips and say something when a loud noise comes from not far away.

As we look around, we see waiters working together to carry a backdrop sign bearing the words "Eternal Love" and walk out the door.

Waiter A: Engagement without engagement is a plague. Back home, it is said that if you attend this kind of engagement banquet that gets canceled on short notice, it will affect your marriage.

Waiter B: Fake or not, it is important to go to the temple to pray and get rid of bad luck.

As they pass by us, they seem to catch a glimpse of us holding hands tightly, and their conversation abruptly stops, leaving the air thick with awkward silence.

I squeeze Lucien's palm. I want to quickly leave this awkward atmosphere.

Suddenly, there is a "crack" sound from behind us, and I instinctively turn my head to see the backdrop sign being snapped in half as it passes by the exhibition booth.

The word "eternal" just happened to break from it, like a wordless declaration, and I can't help but frown at it.

I subconsciously look at Lucien. He looks the same as usual, his eyes only lightly fall on this little incident for half a second and then look back at me.

I'm familiar with those smiling eyes, but for some reason, my mind was disturbed momentarily by the emotions that came out of nowhere.

I struggle to make the tone of my voice rise naturally and mentally tell myself not to think about it.

MC: Let's go, let's go somewhere else and take a look~

In order to shake off the negative vibe, we explore several other scenic spots in the hotel without even realizing it, until we arrive at a wishing fountain.

The sunset pours on the shimmering water, and the ripples are finely divided. A sculpture of the God of Love stands in the middle of the fountain.

MC: "Love wishing fountain, couples who both toss wishing silver coin into the square platform in the fountain, their love will be blessed forever."

I read the introduction plaque quietly and found the coin bank on one side. I eagerly picked up two silver coins.

MC: Although it's a bit childish, since we've stumbled upon it, Professor Lucien, would you accompany me in playing?

Lucien bends his eyes and leans down.

Lucien: How will you pay for this "playmate"?

His gaze seems to skim over my lips, and the end of his eyes is raised in a sly arc. I stand on my tiptoes and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

MC: Is this payment enough?

Lucien: Hmm... it seems a bit lacking in sincerity.

His feigned thoughtful voice was heard next to my ear as he clasped my waist with a little force, the sudden close proximity caused my heart to skip half a beat.

Lucien: So, I need to ask for some additional payment.

As he speaks, he leans down and lifts my chin, using his fingertip to lightly caress my lips.

I almost melt in his intense gaze and unconsciously close my eyes. With a light chuckle, he presses his warm and moist lips against mine.

The tip of his tongue gently circles around my lips before unreasonably prying them apart, bringing a familiar wet and warm sensation.

His hot fingertips slowly trail up from my waist, causing a burst of sensitivity to spread until his palm grasps the back of my head, deepening the kiss.

I have no resistance and can only let him capture my breath.

Lucien: Now, this transaction seems quite profitable.

His heavy breath falls evenly on my lips, creating an enchanting tide of heat. The tip of my tongue is lightly nibbled again before he pulls away from me.

My brain is still buzzing, and the flush on my face has not yet faded.

But my gradually clear mind made me open my eyes wide, and after confirming that no one was around, I couldn't resist the urge to pinch his palm.

MC: Lucien! We are in public place…

Lucien: A "reasonable fee" for public places. Miss, do you have any objections?

He teasingly narrows his eyes. His sly expression makes me lightly hit him on the chest again.

MC: ...I can never win against you!

Lucien: (chuckle) Since I've already charged the "fee", it's only reasonable for me to fulfill your wish.

Lucien calmly takes the silver coin from my hand and walks to the wishing fountain.

He rolls up half of his sleeve and stares at the square platform. The sunlight falls on his eyelashes, casting a small shadow on his face.

At the next moment, he slightly moves his wrist, and after a sharp throwing action -

The wishing coin makes a beautiful arc in the air, drops into the fountain, and lands on the square platform without a hitch.

I can't help but admire the sharpness of his stance, which overlaps with that of the theater bar on the cruise ship not long ago.

(T/N: call-back to Slow Motion Fireworks MQ!)

MC: As expected of "Mr. Challenger", he played steadily as always!

Lucien: I remember that MC's hit rate was equally impressive.

MC: That's all thanks to you. But today's game seems a lot less difficult than the dart throwing.

I said while following the example and mimicking Lucien's posture to toss the silver coin away. "flop"- the silver coin falls into the water, far from reaching the square platform.

MC:...

Lucien: Looks like this lady is a bit overconfident.

Lucien's teasing tone makes me stick out my tongue in embarrassment. I take the silver coin he handed me again, and use double the strength to throw it out.

This time it tumbles down to the other end of the wishing fountain with a clink.

MC: ...Again, too much force.

I adjust the strength, watching as the silver coin finally falls to the square platform this time, but it gets lifted up again by a slight ripple of water and slowly falls from the square platform.

The ridiculous rumors from the waiter's mouth now come to my mind. My heart feels blocked, and there's a vague feeling of unhappiness.

Unwillingly, I walked to the coin bank, but the next second I stood still-it was empty, and the silver coin was gone.

I point to the coin bank with a little bit of resentment.

MC: How can a hotel of this class be so stingy?

Lucien's eyes flicker as if he is holding back a laugh.

Lucien: Do you want me to ask for some more at the front desk?

MC: No need. After all, it's only a wishing fountain in a hotel. If you didn't make it, then you didn't make it.

His thoughtful gaze crosses my face and he glances aside at the introductory plaque.

Lucien: Is that so? I thought MC wanted our love to be blessed for a long time. That's why she worked so hard to throw the coins.

MC: ...I just think that it's fun, and as a scientist's girlfriend, I'm not so superstitious.

Lucien raises his eyebrows non-committally and looks at me with probing eyes. I unconsciously avert my eyes, not wanting him to find my little thoughts

The next second, however, I hear the sound of his footsteps.

I turn my head to see Lucien go to the other side of the wishing fountain, leaning over as if to pick up something, and then shake his hand to me.

The round coin reflects the golden light of the sunset, and Lucien's face is shrouded in a layer of faint gold.

Lucien: But I occasionally want to be a scientist who is so superstitious.

Lucien: So why don't we give it another shot, my Miss Producer?

=Part 3=

MC: ...Oh, how could I forget that there's still another one here~

The surprise spread in the bottom of my heart as I exclaimed in a small voice. I quickly walked towards Lucien and solemnly took the silver coin from his hand.

Sensing his half-smiling eyes, I quickly clear my throat and hold back my little smile.

MC: For the sake of Professor Lucien's invitation, I will try again!

But the moment I'm about to throw it, my thoughts suddenly get confused for some reason, and my raised hand hangs in midair.

Lucien: ...

With a sigh, a familiar scent gathers me into a warm embrace.

A slender hand closes around the back of my hand and gently squeezes the fingers holding the silver coin.

Lucien: (chuckle) MC doesn't seem to understand what I just said.

Lucien: I mean, since I'm the one who's "superstitious", why don't we try it together this time?

I blink belatedly and suddenly understand what he means.

MC: But if we throw them together, doesn't it count as cheating?

Lucien turns his head and gestures to me to look at the introductory plaque with his eyes.

Lucien: "Couples who both toss wishing silver coin into the square platform in the fountain…"

Lucien: The rules don't require couples to throw alone.

He pauses and affectionately presses his forehead closer to mine.

Lucien: Moreover, making a wish is a matter of sincere faith, and it can come true.

Lucien: Don't you think that the combined sincerity of the two of us would be more likely to move the God of Love?

His bewitching voice makes my mind sway, and the inner conflict in my heart begins to waver involuntarily.

Lucien: Then I'll take it as you've agreed.

Lucien: Now, just relax and feel me.

Without giving me a chance to refuse, Lucien has already caught hold of my fingers.

His low and hoarse breath lingers by my ear, causing me to lean back into the embrace behind me uncontrollably.

The warm and soft scent spreads around, passing through my clothes and blending with my scorching body temperature, sticking closely to me.

Lucien: Good, just give yourself to me. 3, 2, 1 -

At the moment the countdown ends, a familiar arc of light flashes and slowly descends toward the lonely silver coin.

On the square platform, two wishing coins are overlapped, emitting a bright and shining light.

MC: Wow, we won!

I can't help but excitedly throw myself into Lucien's arms, and a low laugh spills out from his chest.

Lucien: (chuckle) Doesn't it seem like the less-superstitious scientist's girlfriend is even happier than I am now?

His emphasis on certain words makes me sheepishly raise my gaze, and meet with his teasing eyes.

Realizing that my little thoughts have been completely exposed, I simply act like a spoiled child and snuggle in his arms.

MC: I admit -- I really do want to hit the mark and get some good omens.

MC: After all, the cancellation of the engagement banquet was so sudden, and the rumors that those waiters spoke of made me a little concerned...

MC: Coincidentally, when I saw this wishing pool, I inexplicably fell into the mood of 'must hit the mark'.

Lucien: (chuckle) Is that all there is to it?

The muffled sound of his chest echoes in my ear as Lucien calmly takes over the conversation.

Lucien: Why do I remember a little girl furrowing her brows when the backdrop sign broke?

MC: …You noticed that?

MC: I-I just thought it was a little unlucky that the backdrop was broken at that exact moment, and we happened to see it.

MC: But thinking about it carefully, there's really nothing to be concerned about, really!

Upon hearing my words, Lucien slightly lowers his body, gently looking into my eyes with tenderness.

Lucien: It doesn't really matter even if you mind.

Lucien: The reason why people often care about things that do not meet their expectations is often a reflection of their positive expectations for the things they cherish.

Lucien: The more cherished, the more it is cared about.

Lucien: But I hope that the next time MC makes a wish for something like "eternity" for our relationship-

Lucien: Instead of relying on these external factors, we should focus on ourselves.

His calm voice carries an unquestionable conviction. I gaze fixedly into his eyes, and the jumbled thoughts in my heart are like being gently soothed, giving rise to a sweet feeling.

MC: Professor Lucien is absolutely right. From now on, I will only focus on you and won't be disturbed by any inexplicable external factors.

Lucien: Words alone are not enough to prove it.

A curve forms at the corner of Lucien's lips, and he slightly opens the distance between us. He pretends to be serious as he crosses his arm.

Lucien: I believe that this student's future performance still needs another 'test' to prove it.

MC: Please instruct me, Professor Lucien~

(T/N: This sentence is often used to express a respectful request for guidance or advice from someone in a position of authority or expertise.)

As I stand up straight with the appearance of a well-behaved student, Lucien raises his eyebrows and takes me to a private garden within the suite by the hand.

He inserts the key that matches the room card into the garden lock and opens the door.

The bright light penetrates through the treetops and casts dappled light on the white hammock. The garden is pleasantly fragrant.

Lucien casually leans against the flower rack, and a hint of ambiguous light flickers in his eyes as he looks at me.

I inexplicably swallow my saliva and maintain my inner composure.

MC: Are we going to conduct the 'test' here?

Lucien: Um. In this 'test', our bodies are indispensable 'teaching tools', so...

His loose-fitting shirt is playfully blown open by a gentle breeze, revealing a vast expanse of skin and springtime sunlight pouring out from his collar.

Lucien: I need a "classroom" that is private enough.

I don't know what he's going to do, but my ears inexplicably feel hot.

Lucien's eyes are shimmering with a deep glow, and his hot palm grips my wrist, pulling me to sit on the hammock.

Lucien: To successfully complete this "test", I need to exercise some teacher's rights first.

The exquisite silver key suddenly hangs from his fingertips, and the amethysts embedded in it shine with a translucent light, barely grazing his alluring chest.

Lucien: Control the testing time and also control any factors that may affect the "exam discipline", which is-

He suddenly pulls out the soft satin ribbon on the flower stand and has already suppressed his smile, his eyes deep and mysterious.

Lucien: -You.

His steady heartbeat quickly envelops me as his scorching breath falls on my neck. I stand still as if enchanted, letting him wrap the soft silk around my wrist, loop by loop.

The slightly cool fingertips keep teasing and rubbing my wrist. In an ambiguous and ticklish feeling, the silk ribbon is tied into a bow.

My hands are completely restrained.

Lucien: If this student has no objections, then let's begin-

Lucien: From now on, use your body's intuition to find the answer.

Lucien: Give your body completely to me.

=Part 4=

(T/N: -if you didn’t listen to the voice in this part you’re missing on a LOT of stuff. I won’t describe every… interesting sounds that he makes here bc that means I have to describe almost EVERY SINGLE LINE that he said in this part. so, please go watch/listen *wink*)

I instinctively moved my wrist and realized that Lucien had tied it tightly. A soft touch suddenly covered my forehead, like a light feather brushing by.

At the same time, the silver key in his hand reflects a fine, dazzling light, and my gaze follows its light arc, and then it falls back to the balance point.

The next moment, Lucien's kiss also ends, and the warmth on my forehead disappears with it.

Lucien: This is my first question. MC can answer now.

MC: ...?

Like a student caught daydreaming during an exam, I stammered and couldn't come up with a coherent response.

Lucien: That means we need to focus on the next question.

Lucien doesn't seem surprised. Instead, he affectionately taps my nose as if it's expected. Then, he applies a slight force on the wrist, and the silver key swings again-

He bends down and takes my earlobe into his mouth, his hot breath brushing against my cheek and sending a shiver down my spine. I squirm and turn my head, tickled by the sensation.

He presses his fingertips against my chin, forcing me to endure his increasingly scorching demands.

Lucien: [subtle wet sounds] This student is zoning out again.

The tips of his teeth playfully scrape against my ear, stirring up a tingling sensation that sends electric currents coursing through my body.

MC: Because it's so ticklish…

I murmur to surrender myself to him, my voice overflowing with sickly sweetness. But he has no intention of letting me go, burying himself in my neck, his moist breath brushing against my skin.

He carefully nibbles, and the dense needle-like sensation brings a wave of heat, making my breathing gradually erratic.

Lucien: What about here, do you just feel ticklish too?

His fingertip falls on my chest, tracing circles in a bewitching manner. I feel restless and want to reach out and hold him, but the frustrating sense of restraint follows closely.

Just then, Lucien withdrew, and the no longer anchored hammock swayed gently, leaving me feeling as if I were falling into a void.

I raise my eyes in confusion and notice that the silver key has stopped swinging at some point. As my vision gradually focuses, a sudden realization dawns on me.

Does each swing of the silver key hold some meaning?

Lucien: Judging by the expression on this student's face, it seems that she's about to find the answer.

As he speak, the silver key sways again and Lucien's kiss lands on my lips once more.

He gently penetrates my unguarded teeth, and I instinctively close my eyes, feeling him roam and lick over every inch of my mouth.

In the tight embrace of our burning breaths, he nibbles on my tongue and lip, causing me to let out a whimper.

Amidst the tender entanglement, a vague thought flickers in my mind, but it is quickly drowned out by his overwhelming presence.

I decide not to think about anything and simply focus on indulging in the kiss, letting his intoxicating scent fill me up with every breath.

Time seems to slow down in this trance-like state as our entangled breaths become increasingly drawn out.

It feels like we've been in this moment for an entire enchanting spring

The sound of the silver key swishing through the air gradually stops, and when I gasp and open my eyes, the pendulum has just returned to its balanced state.

I think I know the answer now.

Lucien: Are you ready to answer this time?

Lucien playfully breathes softly next to my ear.

MC: Professor Lucien has put in so much effort, so of course I can't let you down. However…

I calm my slightly erratic breathing and bite down on the silver key under his gaze.

MC: I want to extend this analogy to other situations.

MC: Can the teacher cooperate with me to check if my answer is correct?

It seems like he didn't expect me to say that, and there's a hint of interest in his eyes.

Lucien: (chuckle) More than willing.

I wink at him and my bound hands loop around the back of his neck, pulling him gently towards me.

MC: That would trouble you to swing the key again, teacher.

Lucien obediently applies force with his fingertips, but the gradually deepening smile in his eyes shows that he is not at all under anyone's control.

The silver key swings as I let my gaze linger on his thin lips for a moment, then I lightly bite his lip.

I put my legs down from the hammock, bend my knee, and slowly press it between his legs, climbing up little by little.

His indifferent gaze freezes for a moment, and as his Adam's apple bobs, a rare blush suddenly creeps up to the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, I mischievously increase the pressure on my knee until it lightly passes a scorching hot area.

Lucien: (grunts sexily)...

A sultry grunt escapes his throat, and the fingers that have been holding me tightly around the waist suddenly tighten even more. I press heavily against him as the curtains sway together.

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground suddenly comes, and I can't help but look down. I see the silver key already slipping from his hand and falling to the ground.

I was about to say something when a cold touch fell on my face, and the darkening sky began to drizzle with small raindrops.

Lucien: (grunts and whispers hoarsely) Do you need to continue checking?

A hoarse voice comes through, and I fall into that hazy and enticing gaze, my mind swaying slightly.

I instinctively grip the back of his neck tightly and wrap my legs around his waist, until there is no gap left between us.

MC: Of course we should continue.

I lightly hook my leg and kick the silver key on the ground away. Lucien deeply looks at me, momentarily in a daze.

MC: How could the teacher be distracted while checking the answer?

I wink at him, my fingertips lightly exerting pressure on the back of his head, bringing us closer again.

MC: I want you to focus only on the present moment, on my breath, my touch, and my kisses.

Amidst increasingly scorching breaths, I hook my fingers around his neck and trace his gentle eyes inch by inch with my gaze.

MC: Isn't this the principle that Professor Lucien wants to tell me?

His burning breath is slightly stagnant. Lucien's eyes flicker gently, like a soft bright white moonlight.

The next moment, his palm moves to my lower back, giving a firm push as he lifts me up from the hammock and strides toward the room.

Lucien: You're really a clever girl.

Those delighted eyes keep gazing at me, full of warmth and tenderness.

(T/N: THE VOICE THAT HE MAKES HERE AFTER THIS IS GODLY. BLESS XIA LEI. also no, u can’t convince me they’re not f-ing in this, the desc is very subtle but you can HEAR it from his voice;))))

We walk to the room like this, until I am gently placed on the sofa and he unties the silk from my wrist.

In the next second, Lucien moves forward, his reassuring scent makes me feel unbalanced, but my heart is filled with joy.

Lucien: Congratulations to this student for passing my "test." However, I want to share the most important lesson.

I feel a moist sensation on my back as his lips graze over it, causing a ticklish sensation that spreads through my body.

MC: …What?

The arm around my waist tightened, and a deep breath fell on my back again, mixed with the wet and tingling sensation, creating a great sense of satisfaction.

Lucien: I have always felt that "eternity" is a very abstract adjective.

Lucien: I prefer to experience the present moment to understand the meaning of 'eternity' rather than reaching for it.

Lucien: But when I'm with you...

Lucien: Every moment, the joy and excitement I feel are more intense than the previous one.

Lucien: This makes me have to admit-

Lucien: While wanting to hold onto every moment tightly, I also unconsciously start to have expectations and concerns for the future.

Lucien: Looking forward to our next trip, next experience, or the next crazy adventure.

The warm sucking sensation continues to fall on my skin, with a slight sting spreading all over my body, until it arrives in the deepest part of my heart.

Lucien: Perhaps this part is what you have taught me unconsciously.

Lucien: So, for a long period of time to come...

Lucien: Let Teacher MC attentively evaluate my learning outcomes.

[Dating Diary]

Lucien was invited by a newly engaged couple from the Ultima Bioresearch Centre to attend their engagement banquet as their witness. However, when we arrived, the engagement banquet was suddenly canceled. The couple was very laid-back and asked us to stay at the Wild and Luxury Hotel for the vacation as planned.

We started our vacation unexpectedly. A series of unfortunate events made me feel uneasy, so when we passed by the wishing fountain, I pulled Lucien to throw a wishing coin together, hoping for good luck.

Lucien noticed my little scheme and helped me get the good luck I wanted. His comfort completely swept away my little bad mood. But at that moment, Lucien said he wanted to give me a "small test." Intimacy in the garden quickly led me to the answer to the "small test." But I didn't want to just obediently answer the question, so I used his method of asking questions and told him the answer."

#SO. MANY. EARGASM #HOW IS THIS EVEN PASS THE CENSORSHIP????#mlqc #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc spoiler #mlqc translation #mlqc cn #love and producer #xu mo

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 - TOJI FUSHIGURO

℘. flora's notes : this is pure fluff to feed your scenarios before you sleep <3 i love toji fluff so if u have any requests send them my way ! we need more of soft daddy fushiguro. this is totally self-indulgent btw

℘. warnings : female nicknames ! soft and comforting toji, fluff w ur fav daddy<3 age gap ! reader is in college, toji is in his 30s and megumi lives w him every two weeks (the rest of the time he's with gojo. poor kid must have serious daddy issues but same megumi, same xx)

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

all you could think about was to get back into his warm embrace. you had a tiring day and you were crying in your car from exhaustion. it was pouring outside, your hair was messy and matted while your clothes were dripping. you could feel the car seat being uncomfortably wet. finally seeing your boyfriend's japanese styled estate was the relief you needed, you would soon get what you craved the most. you got out of the car, your limbs worn out. you did not even find the strength to call toji to warn him of your arrival. you softly knocked on his door, your eyes puffy and red from all the tears.

toji, unaware of your visit could not help but sigh, he hates visitors. but when he saw your red puffy eyes staring up at him, his gaze softened.

"princess, what are you doing here ? what's wrong ? you've been crying." he asks as he puts an arm around your waist to lead you in.

"work was SO BAD, toji. I thought this day would never end and then it started pouring and I got drenched and I was tired and I got touch deprived so I thought I'd come see you and I just- sorry." you rambled, you could not manage to deal with all the bottled up emotions of the day and your words just randomly came out of your mouth without making any sense. that was one of your habits that Toji found so obnoxiously cute.

"come in, I was running a bath anyway. I'll bring some clothes so you can change out of that." he gently removed your soaked jacket of off you and you could finally feel the warmth of his home. he made a fire, and you could not wait to sit in front of it under one of his soft blankets.

"I'll be playing video games in the living room, find me there when you're done" he drops you off at his personal bathroom (his house is huge) and kisses your forehead before giving you space to relax from your exhausting day.

the water was perfectly tempered, warm but not too hot, warm enough to soothe your tense muscles. although, you were quick to get out of the bathtub, you needed to feel toji's embrace. he left you a pair of grey sweatpants, identical to the ones he was wearing now obviously with no shirt on, he likes to show off AND HE'S NEVER COLD ??? and one of his fleece-lined black hoodies, so comfy and soft to be in !

you find him on the couch, focused on his video game. you hear the sounds of the gunshots from the other end of the room and the swears along with his missed shots. you make your way towards him and he pauses the game as soon as you're in his sight.

"feeling better, pretty girl ?"

"much better" you say with a smile, laying your head on his thigh. he puts a hand on your cheek and gently strokes it, watching you with adoring eyes before returning to his game.

"damn it, I died again. There are enemies spawning everywhere I can't see everything for fuck's sake" he reloads once again and is seemingly pissed.

"watch out, you have three enemies behind you" he is quick to listen to your advice and ends up passing the chapter he has been failing for about two hours now. "see you've made it, you should play video games with me more often ! we make a good team !" you sweetly tell him with a grin on your face.

"yeah we certainly do, angel" he confirms, pecking your lips.

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winniethewife · 8 months

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My first taste of love (Hunter x Reader)

A Fic for @freesia-writes

A/n: I hope you enjoy it!

No warnings Just fluff.

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It all started on Kamino. She was one of the few ever charged with training clones, she had seen many batches of cadets come and go, but when she was asked personally By Nala Se to train the experimental batch of clones known as Clone force 99 she was definitely honored. They were a unique bunch. Tech with enhanced mental capability, Wrecker was well… built to wreck things, Crosshair and his long range abilities, these were all things she felt like she could work with. Hunter was an enigma. His enhanced sensory abilities were beyond anything she was used to, it took a while to figure out what she was going to do with him, but the main thing that made Hunter the most interesting to train was teaching him how to deal with how his senses would overwhelm him.

Once when the batch was still relatively biologically young, translatable to about 12 or 13, she found Hunter hiding in a supply closest. She didn’t even say anything she just climbed in the closet with him and wrapped a gentle arm around his shoulders.

“Hey, I’ve got you.” She mumbles. He nods and hid his face in her shoulder, embarrassed for being found but thankful for her comfort. That was the day that Hunter found out what a crush was, it was totally inappropriate, She was his trainer, His teacher! But he couldn’t help it.

As they were nearing the end of their training and the end of their accelerated growth cycle she found her role changing from teacher to friend, she still had some things to teach them but it was obvious that they were going to end up doing things their own way. She was so proud of them, and it showed. She would defend the batch tooth and nail when any of the republic officials or Kaminoans seemed to take issue with them. Something that probably cost her job in the end. She was reading the notice on her data pad that after the next Cadet graduation she would be asked to leave, her services no longer needed. She was so focused on the notice that she didn’t hear Hunter come up to her.

“Hey…you okay?” Hunters gruff voice asked as he saw the expression on her face, she jumps up startled.

“Kriffing Maker! Hunter! You scared me!” She laughs slightly and gives him a small smile. When did he get so…handsome…she shakes the thought away “Nothing for you to worry about, Okay? I’m just fine.” She reaches out and pats his shoulder, his face flushing.

“Alright if you say so.” He is unconvinced but doesn’t want to push.

After their cadet graduation, it would be a long time until she saw the batch again. She went back to mercenary work. At some point the war ended and everything seemed off about it. She was rubbing her temples while sitting at the bar at Cid’s parlor, unfortunately one of the few places she could get work these days. Just as she was about ready to just head out she heard some familiar voices. She quickly turns her head to the entrance in disbelief. But there they were, The Batch…Her Batch. After recovering from the most enormous hug from Wrecker, an introduction to Omega and Echo, and a very detailed explanation of everything that had happened from Tech, She finally managed to steal Hunter away for a moment. He had spent the entire time standing to the side a small smile on his face as he admired her. She was even more beautiful now then she had been on Kamino. She approaches him and with slight tears in her eyes she took his hand and pulled him in touching foreheads, hands still clasped together.

“I’m sorry, that I wasn’t honest with you” She says quietly as she maintained the contact.

“I worried, you just vanished after our squad graduation. I-I thought I did something wrong.”

“No, Hunter… You never did anything wrong. The Kaminoans thought I got too attached to you guys, wanted me out of the picture.” She squeezes his hand gently. Her eyes meeting his amber ones. Her free hand running through his hair.

“I…I never had the chance to tell you…how I felt.” Hunter whispers as he looks at her.

“Hunter…I always knew. You never had to say anything.” She smiles.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks with slight hesitation. She smiles wider

“Yes.” She mumbled. He pulled her in closer and wrapped his free arm around her waist, closing the distance as he pressed his lips to hers. Lost in the perfection of the moment they hardly notice Echo covering Omegas eyes and the rest of the batch averting their eyes. She was happy for the first time since Kamino, she was in his arms…Hunters arms. Her Hunter

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I’M BACK MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA COWER IN FEAR FOR I HAVE RETURNED ONCE MORE TO ONCE AGAIN SPEW THE OBVIOUS

Translation: I’m back and I’m making it everyone’s problem

So yes, I saw the new pages, and as it turns out I was right about Sonic! As suspected, he’s hiding how he really feels about his new bodily features, and I think he’ll continue to do so for the rest of the comic. The finale for this series is right around the corner, and this issue is gonna have a lot of Eggman fighting, so based on what we already know… Yeah. Unless Sonic’s development is intended to be kinda rushed or last-minute, I don’t think he’s going to stop faking his optimism. It also has to be remembered that Sonic doesn’t always have to fake said optimism because he is at heart a hero and a snarky little gremlin. During the earlier days of the comic, Sonic was seen being elated at the prospect of Shadow willingly keeping a secret for him. Bro danced and sang all the way home just because someone was being nice to him. But even still, he’ll most likely continue faking his true emotions at least until the very end of the comic when things go back to normal for him. Because at the end of the day, Sonic is a happy little guy who just does what’s best for him and his friends, and that is that.

About the secret base, I honestly find it so funny and so realistic that the Chaotix have to basically beg for new cases in order to pay for their home and the secret base. It’s like families who thought they’d have enough for two homes but then a year or two goes by and they’re like “Oh crap, we’re broke.” It makes so much sense and it’s so funny to me! Meanwhile the others just appreciate the fact that they have a secret base and not the fact that they pay for both homes. 🤣

Chaotix: 🥲 Yeah yeah we’re fine we’re not broke we’re totally alright 👍🥲

OH AND HERE IS SOMETHING I JUST THOUGHT OF. There is of course a reason why the Chaotix have a secret base, and I wondered for a second why they would need it in the first place. They’re detectives, journalists, problem-solvers. In their field of work, it doesn’t take too much effort to become targets of the government. So, in case they got noticed by either GUN or some other important people, they have a back-up place where they could continue their work in secret. I think they specifically anticipated GUN, because they make a point to mention them in their explanation in the newest page. Probably not something SuperEm thought too hard on, but uh. I did. So… Guess I did their job for them???? idk I thought it would be cool to flex my worldbuilding skillz

Now I wanna talk about Rouge here. She, along with Amy, know far more than they let on and I’m wondering if that will have a part to play in Sonic’s story moving forward. In the newest page, we see him standing awkwardly and trying to grasp the fact that his friends knew about him for a while! He figured Tails might have taken the hint a while ago because he knows Tails better than anyone, but Amy?? That’s a different story. The two haven’t properly interacted in a while, almost 2 years (Or maybe 1 year I’m terrible at this) in our time and a week or two in their time. Amy and Rouge have been investigating Dark Gaia and Sonic’s new form for probably a month or so, meaning that they’ve known for a long, long time! I think Knuckles and the Chaotix were the only ones left in the dark the longest. So if Sonic were to find out about this, how would he react?? I’m thinking it wouldn’t be too different to his reaction about Tails and everyone else knowing, but him and Amy have had a rocky relationship status over the years, so it could also be different. I doubt we’ll get to see anything since it doesn’t make much of a difference to the blue blur at this point in the comic, but if we do I’m excited to see how he’ll react!

Now I’m going back to Sonic for a bit because I noticed something intriguing about him in the newest page. In the first panel, we see him standing awkwardly with his hands tied behind his back, fidgeting with his fingers impatiently. Then we see him immediately walk over to Shadow, who’s waiting for him outside. When he opens the curtain, we see him squint upwards towards the sky, a warm light seeping onto his face and his whole stature seeming softer. (For lack of a better word) Thematically, this sequence of movement/expressions is used to indicate a character’s growth, or to just show that they are willing to become better. I mean, that’s my takeaway from that. I’m not a theatre/film professional. All I do is stare at animations and talk about each frame as if I know stuff. But for me that’s the kind of vibe I’m getting from this page, that Sonic is learning or growing, and that he’s willing to step out into the light and be fine with who he is. Earlier on in the comic, he would’ve requested for Shadow to come inside or for him to not be seen by others, but now that he’s been through quite a lot and after being appreciated by the small snowy village, he feels much better about himself and is thus willing to just. Walk outside for a bit and talk to someone. Sonic is learning how to be around people again, learning to trust others with his secrets, and I love that for him.

Again this most likely is not SuperEm’s intention and I highly doubt those were the actual the thematically correct rules, so if anyone is reading this and is a film/comic geek, please Please PLEASE correct me via a reblog or a comment. I need some correction desperately please. I don’t wanna spew incorrect information.

Now, I would go ahead and talk about Shadow because he clearly has a lot going on in his brain, but OH MY GOD THIS THING IS HUGE. PROBABLY THE BIGGEST ASK IVE EVER WRITTEN HERE ON THIS FINE WEBSITE CALLED TUMBLR. So please do yourself a favor and give your eyes a break because holy crap I did not skip any corners for this one. Your pupils will thank you later, I promise. Go read a real book or go outside or something, please.

Anywhizzle, thank you so so so much for reading this whole thing, and have a good day/night!

(Also SuperEmeralds, just know that I adore your outdoor backgrounds so so much and they are not being overlooked. Your background skills are amazing and I’m so hype for what you have in store for the next few pages)

i think it is interesting how split the opinions are on sonic having learned nothing throughout the story and sonic finally having accepted his flaw and adapting. the mirror snap has divided the thoam theory community like no other askfjhasjkfhajk

who says they're paying for that run down place though? trust me i think super hard about literally everything, im sometimes embarrased abt it bc literally no one ever points most of my little details out but it makes me happy to connect dots so i just keep doing it

though sonic already reacted in a way, he knows everyone knew. granted the explaination happened off screen because quite frankly i didnt want the same conversation to happen twice back to back with the end of issue 8 and the beginning of issue 9, its better to just fill in the blanks yourself with everything.

the way i wrote sonic's emotions after waking up hopefully convey everything going through his mind well. there's a whole lot more pages to this so rest assured it's not over! your interpretation definitely makes sense! though i'd def disagree with the idea that in an earlier state of the comic sonic would've called for shadow to come inside? if his secret came out earlier in the comic he would still have reacted similarly and learned his lesson equally. the difference with the way it is in the comic is that he learned more about himself, and shadow, by dragging out the resolution to his (non)problem

thanks btw i love drawing environments and ur gonna get a good view of some really cool stuff soon ^_^

btw i have a name.. u can call me talaka, it's a little awkward to be called by my @ lol

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Bite the Hand that Starves You: Chapter Five

Fic as of this chapter contains: discussion of abortion, references to drug use, intersex and trans characters, torture/graphic violence, colonialism and its aftermath, implied sexual violence, disassociation

Kardasi: peikirvi- would translate to something like "concubine", specifically refers to an individual that socially presents as male, and was assigned such at birth, but can carry children (and often could impregnate someone else), who is legally bound to someone. Usually this is done with a pre-existing couple who has fertility issues.

Cheoche and cheyeda: could be translated as something like "patron" and "vassal". "Che" in Kardasi refers to charity, which is viewed as a duty to society rather than a choice made of good will. More specifically, a cheoche is a wealthy family/clan who takes on the affairs of a poorer or weaker one (the cheyeda), legally binding the two together for several generations. This can be typified in three ways: the cheyeda being a family who was once great and has become destitute, the family of a beloved artist, or a family of the "service class". For the latter, having a cheoche often provides a stable income, food, housing, and better schooling and training. Some cheyeda even have inheritance rights from their cheoche. However, while the relationship is glorified as going above and beyond ones duty, it is a system rife with abuse. The Tain and Garak families are bound this way.

Kisam- a matchmaker

kashmim- Cardassian time unit roughly equal to nine years

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“I’ll be just a moment.” Garak said, sensing someone enter the shop and hearing the small noise maker he’d attached to the door be set off by the sliding motion of the door.

He finished the slight adjustment of the clothing in front of him, and turned around. “What can I-“

The words died In his throat when he saw just who had walked into his shop. Suddenly he was both full of white hot anger, and felt like a young, easily manipulated schoolboy again. “What are you doing here, Lokar.” He leaned into the anger. There was no time to question why he was alive, or how. The fact that his punishment had initially been execution still was within reason, given this… sight.

“Lokar? Oh, Elim, we were much closer than that, weren’t we?” Barkan leered at him, his voice, once simply gruff, now like sandpaper over the ears. A lesser man wouldn’t have noticed the hatred burning under his gaze. He looked around. “Charming little shop. I expected you to be up your elbows in soil or circuitry the next time I saw you.”

Garak moved so that the display table in the middle of the room was solidly between the two of them, and his way into his backroom was clear.

Not for the first time, he wished there was more than one entrance and exit to his shop. It had after all, been purposely designed so any proprietor within could be easily cornered by the Cardassian soldiers sent to fetch him. Almost all the shops had similar design features. He simply was unfortunate enough to be more intimately acquainted with them than the other merchants. The only other that had been there in those days was Quark, and his establishment had the privilege of at least one exit on every level.

“There isn’t much soil here I’m afraid, and I doubt Starfleet would allow a random civilian to get his hands in their circuitry.” He quashed the temptation to ask after Paladine and Kel. Barkan would only lie, and mock him all the while.

Barkan tilted his head. “A shame. You looked so at home when you were tending orchids on Romulus.”

Something about that made Garak snap. “You’re begging for an assassination, coming here.” Garak snarled. “The Bajorans did not forget who started ore processing here.”

Barkan sighed. “Such a shift in conversation, and here I was being civil.” He started to stalk in front of the table, not leaving Garak with a clear shot out the door. “And frankly, I’m surprised you’d say such a thing. After all, there are Bajorans that certainly remember you, yet look at you- sitting so nicely in your shop.”

Oh yes, they remembered him- that first morning, after the withdrawal, they certainly remembered him. In his low moments, he used to wish Odo hadn't interfered.

“You're being horribly cold to me, you know.” Barkan chided him. “A good Cardassian would be hospitable, even to a stranger.”

“I could hardly afford the hospitality you're used to.”

Loudly, someone cleared their throat. Garak saw Odo filling the doorway now, and had rarely felt such relief in his life. “Garak, is there a problem here?” He eyed Barkan suspiciously.

“No, constable.” He said in a tone that doubtlessly would only convince Odo that there was, in fact, a problem. “Lokar here was simply lost. He was looking for Del Floria’s, I believe.”

Barkan clearly recognized Odo, eyes flicking down to his Bajoran uniform with distaste. “It's nice seeing you again, Odo.”

Odo crossed his arms. “Del Floria’s is on the other side of the Promenade.”

Barkan smiled. “Thank you. Always helpful, aren't you?” He began walking out. “I’ll be on the station for the next few days, Elim.” He clapped Odo on the chest. “I have a great deal of catching up to do with Dukat, now that I’m returning to public life.”

Odo rubbed his chest, staring after him.

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One could say Barkan Lokar possessed certain characteristics. Among them, unfortunately, was persistence. Going about his day, Barkan kept appearing just on the edge of his vision. Often, Odo was there as well.

Garak acted as though he hadn't noticed either of them. Things were stabilizing, now. He was able to (mostly) focus on work again. The outbreak of kunowaat- which he'd noticed, but hadn't been able to concern himself with- had no new patients, according to the station rumor mill. A Ferengi festival was upcoming.

It had been three days since Dr. Ammshah left.

Garak had a special delivery to pick up. He'd placed it before this whole mess, knowing it would take awhile back then. He'd almost forgotten it until today- when he got a message from the vendor saying it'd be dropped in corridor J, not too far from where it connected to the promenade. Little foot traffic to worry about, but still accessible.

Unfortunately, that made it an excellent tome for Barkan to be direct in his efforts once more. The seeming lack of presence as he entered the hall gave no comfort. Garak often regretted teaching Barkan what he'd learned from the regnar.

He could delay- his delivery wasn't out in the open- but it wasn't just that.

He had no desire to wait for Barkan to act.

He sensed the shift as the lights changed- they were kept dim here, due to the lack of traffic. It saved a bit of power. He kept walking.

With more time to plan, he could have put himself at great advantage. But then… he'd have to explain himself, after. And no matter what, that would go very poorly for him.

Barkan formally announced himself with a hand on Garak’s wrist.

Garak turned, twisting his way out of the grab. “Rather forward, aren't you?”

“Did you hit your head, Elim? I'm rather curious about where this amnesia of yours has come from.”

“I had hoped for your death. I think you'll find a better answer in that than playing doctor.” Garak said. And yes, he had. He’d felt foul and yet he knew that best outcome would be this man’s blood on his hands.

“You did a lot more than hope.” Barkan stepped forward. Perhaps he was goading Garak to run further down the corridor, away from the promenade.

“And was about as effective, it seems.” Garak didn't give in, standing firm.

“Oh, I wouldn't say that.” Barkan lunged forward him. Garak ducked, punching him in the ribs. Barkan wheezed out a laugh, catching himself. “I've learned my lesson about underestimating you.”

Garak waited. Watched. It was almost like the pit- his energy crashed against Barkan's, even as he stayed against the wall, catching his breath from the blow. Then- his foot came out, catching Garak’s weaker leg, and sending him back against the opposite wall.

Barkan turned, lunging again. He seemed more intent on grappling Garak than striking him. Garak dodged him again, this time not bothering to try and hit him.

That changed things. Garak had expected a fight- a most likely deadly one, yes, but something he could get it over with. Barkan was a hitter when angry, and not especially good with self control in private. He normally had no plan, simply seeking a way to satisfy his anger. Going with a grapple meant he had one.

He had to get out of here.

Barkan had kept him with his back facing more corridor- to get to the promenade, Garak had to get past him.

They both stayed locked in stance. Seeing what move the other would make- had Barkan figured out Garak had switched expectations?

Garak moved first, aiming to hit Barkan on his left arm and get past him.

The blow landed, but Barkan pivoted, turning and slamming them both against the wall.

Barkan’s hand moved to his chest, as though to press his comms for the Cardassian ship docked, when an alarmed voice called out.

“Garak!” Julian was quickly making his way towards the two of them.

Barkan startled at the interruption, and Garak took the opportunity to send him down to the floor by elbowing him in the face. He moved quickly, grabbing the doctor by the arm and steering the both of them to the more populated parts of the station.

“Garak, what was that about? Do you want me to call security? God, you’re bleeding!”

Garak touched his neck. It seemed at some point, Barkan had managed to scratch the unprotected skin in the center. “Doctor, in the future I would advise against you walking around near derelict parts of the station by yourself.” He stole a glance behind them, turning his torso. No sign of Barkan. Unfortunately, he knew Garak’s favorite trick, so that couldn’t be assured.

“Me?! Garak, I came looking for you. It was halfway through our usual lunch appointment, you hadn’t shown up, you weren’t in your shop, you hadn’t messaged me to say you had to miss it this week-“ Julian took a breath. “And I either found you being attacked, or…”

“The first option, I assure you.” It wasn't really soothing, Garak could tell, but it gave Julian more time to breathe instead of talking.

“My question stands about security, then.”

By now there were at least a dozen other people milling about, and Garak allowed himself to relax into his usual state of awareness. “No, I do not want to report this to security.” Dimly, he realized that Barkan had seen Julian with him. If Dukat hadn’t told him about the incident with Rugal, then surely now he would be on Barkan’s radar. “I might perhaps discuss it with constable Odo, off the record.”

Julian stopped him. “I doubt you’ll go to the infirmary with me to get your neck seen to.”

“You would be correct.”

Julian sighed. “Will you wait outside while I grab some equipment and let me do it in your shop, then?”

Garak considered it. “Yes, doctor.”

---

Sisko was going over his weekly communique from Starfleet went Odo came in early. He set aside the padd. "Constable. I've been eager for our daily meeting."

"Did something happen?" Odo tilted his head slightly.

"Dr. Bashir made a report today regarding something he hoped we'd coordinate on."

"A report about Garak." Odo harrumphed. "Coincidentally, that's why I'm here early today. One of Dukat's guests is someone you need to be aware of."

"Sounds like this is going to be a long talk. Take a seat, Constable."

Occasionally, Odo would remark that neither made any difference to him and remain standing, but not today. "Barkan Lokar was murdered close to three years ago. Today I saw him on the promenade."

Sisko sat up a little straighter at that.

Odo took a breath, considering. More out of imitation, Sisko guessed. "Lokar was the mastermind of the mining operation on Terok Nor, though he left the day to day to Dukat. His presence on the station, for that reason alone, is a security threat."

"And then there's the reason Dr. Bashir made his report." Sisko tapped his fingers on this desk. "He said he suspected they knew each other."

"He suspected correctly. Garak was Lokar’s… the closest translation would be concubine, peikirvi. His wife stayed on Prime, but Garak traveled with Lokar while he was on duty. Back then I only knew of Garak as “Elim”."

Sisko didn't hide the displeasure on his face at hearing the closest translation of the word. "I see."

"Garak was also supposed to have killed him. At the beginning of peace talks with the Federation, when the military was starting the evacuation of all non-essential personnel, Lokar stayed to help Dukat close out the mines. I was ordered by both to keep Garak confined to quarters, ostensibly for his own safety. A week later, he was found trying to steal a runabout by a patrol. The officer who found him tried to return him to his quarters, where they found Lokar's body, strangled." Odo paused. "No close examination of the body was allowed. Garak was incredibly agitated and bore injuries. I suspect he may have been intoxicated as well, but no testing was carried out. Dukat decided no further investigation was needed- to him, it was obvious there was a fight, and Garak had gone too far. Something about how the two had known each other since military school, and that Garak must have let old grievances get to him."

"I presume he was more biased than that." Garak at military school… now there was an odd picture.

Odo hmphed. "Of course. Lokar was his closest friend that wasn't a subordinate. He'd requested that the Central Command allow him to handle things personally. Garak was sentenced to labor under military detention after execution was denied for whatever reason, and Dukat assigned him to work as a tailor. Then he was intentionally left behind during the final evacuation."

Sisko gave in to the urge and grabbed his baseball. "So. I have a dead man walking, who happens to be one of the most hated men on the station, if not all of Bajor, and he has a personal violent history with one of our primary informants on Cardassia, who he's harassed today already."

"Twice."

"Twice." Sisko repeated, rubbing his temple. "First, keep an eye on Garak, but be subtle about it. Second, look into Lokar's whereabouts between now and then. Third, keep an eye on him, and don't be subtle. Increase security around the meeting tomorrow. Try to leave any investigation of the murder aside until Lokar is off the station. The rest, I leave to you."

Odo nodded. "As for my usual report…"

---

They'd tentatively resumed lunch. A day off from their usual schedule, unfortunately. There was a relieving quality to it- just like how the ones between the incident with the implant and this one had been, though stained with tension.

Three days worth of meetings... then Barkan would be off the station. He'd still be Garak’s problem... but at a distance.

Garak put that out of his mind. He had a young man to castigate. "As usual, it seems you don't understand your own literature. It's incredibly obvious that-" Garak stopped.

"Garak? Cat got your tongue?" Julian asked, amused.

Garak didn't bother chastising him for using idioms that gave the universal translator trouble. His attention had been pulled away by his parasite. Not only was Barkan around- he was walking toward them, which was what bothered Garak enough to stop.

Was he really going to do this in public?

The look in Barkan's eyes was cold, the way it was the first night Garak had navigated out of the wilderness successfully. Barkan’s gaze somehow became more cruel upon seeing Julian. “Ah. And here I had hoped you had some sense of properity within you.”

Julian tensed, recognizing the voice. "I didn't know Dukat had adopted the policy of giving his crew shore leave while a meeting is currently in progress."

Ignoring Julian, Barkan continued. “I never released you, Elim.”

“Never released me? I wasn’t aware I was a game bird.” Garak didn't deny the implication- the kind of person Barkan was, he'd take that as proof. The best thing to do was step around it, distance yourself from it.

"Game birds are better behaved."

The rest of the replimat was unsubtly looking over at them. Was that his game? After all, there are Bajorans that certainly remember you, yet look at you- sitting so nicely in your shop.

Many of the Bajorans previously on the station had left after withdrawal. Most of the people who associated Garak and Lokar that Garak still had to interact with weren't Bajoran- Odo, Quark and his staff, and so on.

It wasn't that Garak had never been publicly accosted by another Cardassian before. Most ignored him, but a few lacked the self control. What was making this differ was that anyone listening- even if they didn't quite get the implications, and many Bajorans did- could tell this was personal.

It was hard to predict how this would impact him down the road.

"Game birds don't follow orders, Lokar. They fly out of instinct. Perhaps you can relate." Garak turned away from him. "Speaking of, do mind your manners, doctor."

Dr. Bashir had been staring at Barkan the whole time. His attention snapped to Garak once called upon, eyes shifted, but still visibly thinking about how to get rid of Barkan. It was charming.

"I'm sorry, Garak. At my age I should know how to focus on a conversation, and not ignore someone."

Garak didn't laugh, but he did smile a bit. "Being aware of your flaws is good, but you need to act against them." He chided. "What would you do if you were at a medical conference, and ended up snubbing someone important because there was a fight at the snack bar you couldn't ignore?"

"How crass, Ten Lubak." Barkan said, sounding genuinely disappointed as he stalked away. He'd gotten what he wanted, after all- no need to linger.

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Pay me a visit. And do not dress ostentatiously. The message read.

Garak frowned at it. When he was younger, he would have wondered if being ordered to return to his childhood home was a test, given that he was not to do so unless under specific circumstances. At this point, he knew the summons themselves were not the test.

He had a green outfit that would work well enough. It was a nice day- he might as well walk.

His mother was the one to greet him. "They're in the study." she told him. No recognition beyond what she'd give a normal guest- this was not a personal visit on Tain’s end, then. And, he already had a guest.

He nodded to her. “Thank you.”

Garak had not often gone upstairs when he lived here, and even less often to the study. He opened the door himself- he was allowed to, after all. Tain had his guests escorted if he felt guarded about such a thing as them opening doors by themselves.

He'd already had on a smile, and kept it firm even upon seeing the other guest.

He had expected Barkan would check if his “Elim Vronok” story was true, but this seemed a little much. At least he knew the role to play now; Elim Vronok, disgraced Bamarren washout who found out he was a bastard, changed his name, and now was a service class gardening drone. That still left the test…

“Barkan Lokar. I didn't expect to see you again so soon after our last meeting.” He gave it a formal distance, with a little warmth. He turned to Tain and bowed forward. “Patron.” Most likely, Lokar was here because Tain was officially the Garak family’s cheoche (this branch, anyway).

“You're being terribly formal, Elim. Sit, we have kanar.” Tain gave off the appearance of being relaxed, his presence withdrawn. And he did indeed, have a bottle of Kanar out and open. The two of then had each already poured a glass.

Garak did as he was told (it was never a request) and sat in the spare chair, pouring himself some kanar. Owing to the status of Elim Vronok compared to the room, he poured just half of the usual amount. “Might I ask what the occasion is?”

“How long has it been since Bamarren, Elim?” Barkan asked, looking into his drink.

“About two kashmim.”

“Two kashmim.” Barkan repeated. “As you know, Palandine and I were already betrothed back then. We formalized our relationship after completion of our studies at Bamarren. Two kashmim… and we only have one child.”

Garak bowed his head. “My condolences.” It was terror, to have just one child- that was only one opportunity for your hopes, ambitions, continuation of your name, and of course, only one opportunity for Cardassia. It would weigh especially heavy on Barkan, the man who taught Garak the real meaning of the word opportunity.

Deaths had decreased from what they'd been just before Garak was born, with hunger and illness rampant before the state made reforms. But both still hounded children in particular. And war…

Barkan sighed. “I love Kel dearly. The responsibility of being the only Lokar of her generation would crush her. Seeing you on Romulus reminded me… that I have options.”

The artifacts Tain kept on the walls suddenly made the room feel smaller.

So. That was what he'd come for. A slight panic must have appeared somewhere in him- his eyes, his posture. Barkan set down the glass, making a beseeching gesture. “I've been perfectly formal in discussing the matter before you arrived.”

Of course he had. He was wearing his newfound refinement like a shawl. Garak hadn't even been worried about Tain hearing of his school boy liaisons until it was alluded to.

Garak smiled as though relieved. “As fits the occasion.”

How did Barkan know? Had it come up while he was checking his Vronok story or had it been known at Bamarren and kept quiet as future leverage?

“Why me?” Garak asked, cloaking the question in a blend of bashfulness and humility. “Surely your family could find you a peikirvi, or a kisam could look further afield.”

Barkan smiled- the same smile he'd used on Garak at Bamarren. “I already know you, Elim. I came to like you and respect you during our time at school. I know you and Palandine won't destroy the household with petty strife. Those are guarantees I cannot get, no matter how clever my family or a kisam is, if I am marrying a stranger.”

“Well argued. Don't you agree, Elim?” Tain looked to him.

Barkan was friends with Skrain Dukat. Son of Procal Dukat, the would be coup leader. That was Tain’s angle here. Keep close to Barkan to keep aware of the Dukats.

How funny. Procal would despise his son's friend if he could see this now. An aristocratic military man raising a service class bastard to the honor of his peikirvi- what a fit he and every other member of the True Way would have.

“Very well argued.” How fortunate for Tain, that Barkan had thought of this himself and come to Tain as Garak’s cheoche. The latter was no matter of fortune, of course. Just good planning. As was this: positioning Garak this way had the potential to be very good planning.

Who was Garak to deny the will of his father, patron, head of the Order?

---

Julian knocked on the door frame to alert Sisko of his presence. "I have forms for you to sign." This was the last thing he needed to do- then he was off to bed.

"Oh, wonderful." Sisko lowered the padd he was looking at. "Inventory reports?"

"Among other things." Julian replied. He handed the data rod over to Sisko. "There's also requisition forms and a post-hoc form for that medical consult I had to call in." Normally, Julian would have done that before whoever he'd called in arrived, but Dr. Ammshah had caught him off guard.

"Did that go well?" Sisko connected the rod and the padd.

"Confidential." Julian said.

Sisko's brows raised as he skimmed the papers. Julian could pinch himself- normally, he would at least say if something went well. His knee jerk response gave the opposite impression, and he couldn't correct it. Sisko could probably guess who the consult concerned, and of course, had just reported to Odo the other day...

"This... is a long set of requisition forms." Sisko said after a moment. "Even for how many people have been ill."

"That's just how this disease is. It doesn't help that it's one of those where people tend to catch something else while already sick." Julian leaned on the back of the chair across from Sisko.

"How have you and the infirmary staff been holding up? Anyone giving you trouble?"

"No, no trouble- it's about as you'd expect." Julian replied. "We aren't being pushed to our limits yet, but we'll all be very glad when this is done with."

Sisko's eyes lingered on him, not bothering with subtlety as he squinted at Julian's face, then his uniform. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure. I'm very careful to make sure I don't give anyone more work than they can handle, and we managed to borrow a few nurses from the nearest outpost planetside." This was true- and key to this, just as much as the extra nurses, which of course no one else knew, was that Julian could do the work of two people in the infirmary. He was careful about it. No one noticed anything obviously unusual. "It's under con-"

A yawn rudely interrupted him. Julian felt his face warm slightly.

Sisko sighed. "Don't be over eager, doctor. It's better to ask for help early on if you need it, and to overestimate."

Julian laughed. "Thank you, sir, but I know my limits, and the limits of my staff."

"Good. Keep them in mind, and don't be shy to ask when you need something." Sisko nodded at him and raised the padd in Julian's direction. "I'll send these off once I'm done."

Julan inclined his head. "Thank you again."

#ds9 #garashir #garashir fic #Ds9 fic #Fic: bite the hand that starves you

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Thank you so much for making Latina!reader imagines!!! I was wondering if you could do one that features bad bunny? Like he is either an ex or a very close friend of the reader who's Mexican/Puerto Rican and Harry gets jealous and starts questioning if she would be better with someone like that? Basically he just sees her in her home and her roots and how she has a life that doesn't revolve around him like his other girlfriends had

Sorry it's so long!! But pls don't think you even need to think about this. Just a thought from my over active mind. <333 estás tan increíble

umm...of COURSE i will :))

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"Like this, bubba, see?"

You did the steps, nice and slow so he could watch where your feet were going, then stopped, gesturing for him to continue.

Harry did his best to replicate what you'd just done, following along to your count of, "Five, six, seven, eight!", but to no avail. He kept forgetting which foot went where and tripping over himself. He prided himself on being good at most things he did, but dancing seemed to be the one thing he couldn't quite grasp. A fact you both knew, that you had no issue with, but Harry insisted that you teach him.

You didn't know where this sudden fixation on learning to dance came from, but you were more than happy to show your boyfriend a couple basic steps. Not that you were a professional by any means, but that didn't matter. Growing up, dancing was as common as eating. Your parents would have house parties and when it was time for bed, you would go to sleep, but the party continued well into the morning downstairs. When you were old enough, you joined in on the fun, and dancing had been a way for you to let go and forget about any worries ever since.

Dancing followed you in a non-professional sense most of your life. In college, you and your roommates were known for throwing dance parties, and it became a way for you and the other Latin American students to connect, bonding over songs you all collectively grew up with and the ones your generation discovered on your own.

When you brought Harry home for the first time, you worried he would have a hard time fitting in. Some of your family members didn't speak English very well, or at all, and you knew that stepping into an entirely different world would be something of a culture shock for your newly minted boyfriend. But you really liked him, could see a future that lasted a lifetime with him, and once everyone in your family saw that, you knew there wouldn't be any problems.

And perhaps you didn't have enough faith in Harry, because he charmed every single one of your family members, even the ones you had to translate for. It went so well, you weren't even sure why you were worried in the first place.

Fast forward to a couple years later, and he was the love of your life. You went with him on tour when you could, singing every word to each song he performed, and he washed your hair and rubbed your back when you were stressed.

Without realizing it, you'd left that party-life behind, staying in with Harry or coming home at a reasonable hour when you did go out. You didn't dislike the life you were living, you couldn't be happier, but there were moments where you looked back and wished Harry was into going out just a little bit more. When you first started dating, you'd gone to a couple clubs together, but it just wasn't what you were used to. Your lives were different in a lot of ways, not in a bad way, just very different.

Why Harry wanted you to teach him to dance was a mystery to you, but it was an opportunity to step into your world a bit, to see a side of you he didn't often get to. That's what you assumed his reasoning was, at least, and it was, but it was also a lot more.

"I don't know why I can't get it," he said, and you could hear inklings of frustration start to enter his voice.

"It's okay, bubba," you said, going over to him. "Dancing isn't meant to be thought about. You just gotta feel it."

"I am feeling it," he grumbled, but you didn't take it to heart. One thing you learned about your boyfriend was that if he didn't get something right away, he immediately wanted to quit, but you weren't letting him off so easily.

You and Harry kept at it for another half hour, but he just kept getting more and more frustrated, which made him harder to teach. You finally called it a day, not wanting to get into a fight over nothing, and gave him his space to calm down while you went up to shower. When you came back downstairs, you almost died from a cuteness overload.

Harry was trying, counting the steps out loud and holding his arms out like they were on your hands and waist. As you watched from afar, you saw him start to get it. He wasn't very smooth, but he had the steps down, and seeing him try so hard was probably the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

"That was great, bubba," you said, taking a chance by interrupting him and letting him know you'd been watching the last few minutes.

He startled a little, but he wasn't angry with you for spying on him. "You think so? I feel silly."

"That's just because you didn't have a partner."

You got up and went over to where he was standing in his living room, the couches pushed back to create a makeshift dancefloor. Grabbing Harry's phone, you queued up a Bad Bunny song, but before you could set it down, he asked you to change it.

"Can I ask why?" you asked after putting something else on.

"Didn't you have a one night stand with him?"

If you had been drinking something, you would've sprayed it all over Harry, soaking his face and shirt. "What? Where the hell did you hear that?"

"Did you?" he asked, his face red. From anger or embarrassment, you weren't sure. Probably both, and you felt the same.

"No, I did not have a one night stand with Bad Bunny," you said, realizing that that was probably the most bizarre sentence you'd ever said in your life. "He bought me a drink once, but that was about it."

"Oh."

You gave him a flat look. "Yeah. Oh. You'll be happy to know you're the only celebrity I've slept with."

"I'm sorry, I know it wasn't my place to ask," he said. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, trying to avoid your stare, but he couldn't for long. You would pin him with your, I want the truth and I want it now, please, stare until he told you where he came up with that idea.

"When your friends were over that one time, you were all talking so fast I could hardly keep up," he said. You recalled the event in question. Your friends wanted to get together, but you were staying at Harry's place that weekend, so you'd originally told them no. But Harry surprised you and said they were welcome anytime.

"I remember," you said.

Harry had slowly picked up Spanish over the years, but sometimes when you spoke with friends and family, you spoke to fast and he couldn't quite catch everything.

"I heard the name, and they all kept pushing you around and teasing you. It's like they wanted you with him instead of me."

Now you felt like a dick.

You recalled you and your friends revisiting that particular memory. You'd all gone to Puerto Rico for a summer vacation, and Bad Bunny was just becoming a household name. It was that classic cliche of you being seen across the bar and him ordering you a drink. The most you'd done was go over, thank him for it, then talk to him for about ten minutes before one of your friends said they were done for the night, so go home with him or them. You weren't really in the mood for anything, so you said your goodbyes to a future Latin American superstar and went back to your hotel. Imagine your surprise a few weeks later when the guy who bought you a drink at a small club in Puerto Rico was suddenly everywhere. You didn't talk about it often, but your friends did like to joke about, "what could've been," and "what were the chances." It was all harmless, and you were happier than ever, but Harry obviously didn't feel that way.

"Harry, what's this really about?"

He wouldn't look at you, which was how you knew he was really upset. "I just feel like you would be happier if you were with someone who could...I don't know, relate to you better or something."

Sighing, you took his hand and led him toward the couch. He was all sweaty, but you didn't care, pulling him so that he was resting comfortably between your legs. As you ran your hands through his hair, you said, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"You make me happy like no one else, bubba. Words can't describe it," you said, brushing his cheek with your thumb idly. "We come from two different worlds, but I don't think that's a reason for us to not be together, do you?"

"No," he sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I get so insecure about that stuff. You make me happy like no one else too. I'm just scared to lose that, I think."

"Don't be sorry. You know I get that way sometimes too. Let's try and talk about it next time and not bottle it all up, okay?"

"Okay. Kiss?"

You leaned over him and kissed him upside down. When you separated, he turned over so that you were chest to chest and had better access to you. Squishing his cheeks together, you kissed him again, but when you pulled away, you kept his lips puckered.

"And for the record, my friends and family all love you. I know you know that."

"I do," he said, his words muffled from the way his cheeks were all squished together. "Your sister said she couldn't wait to pass off Lord of the Rings marathons to someone else."

"You know what, just for that," you said, standing up and searching for his TV remote. Harry was mock-begging and pleading for you not to put on your favorite films, but you knew he wasn't serious. Not totally, anyway.

Halfway through the movie, he kissed your temple and squeezed you closer to his side. "I still want to keep learning, though. The dancing."

"You got it. I've been told I'm an exellent teacher," you said, grinning but not taking your eyes off the screen.

"Debatable," Harry teased.

"You're gonna wish you hadn't said that. I was nice to you before, but I'm gonna be a drill sergeant now."

Harry only laughed and squeezed you tighter. Tipping your head towards him, you saw that he was already looking down at you, waiting. When you kissed him, you knew everything was gonna be just fine.

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i realize that i've put this couple through a lot. i promise they're very happy and in love and do more than just cry and get insecure about their relationship. the next time you see them they'll hopefully be doing something fun and not just talking about their feelings lol

#harry styles #harry styles x latina reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles angst

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lune-de-miel-au-paradis · 1 month

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Summary: Maul and Nina have their first fight. Both of their lack of communication and trust issues show up. It’s long and heated.

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of wounds, medication, anxiety, mutual pining, miscommunication, idiots in love, angst (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI! Every sentence in italics is an inner monologue.

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. Remember it’s a slow burn! If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

Please enjoy reading!

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divider by the lovely Saradika

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!”

Maul heard her firm words toward him. She didn’t even turn, just stared at the landscape.

Earlier that day Maul was meditating by the lake, deeply hidden in the forest of Naboo.

Rays of sunlight danced warmly on his tattooed chest. This time, thanks to the pleasant weather, he only wore his black pants.

Being in nature meant that one of the purest manifestations of the Force could be felt more strongly and unobtrusively. He could feel it in the soft grassy ground, the gentle trickle of the water, the leaves of the trees and all the living things that were nearby, whether in the lake or in the sky. He could sense the mossy smell of approaching summer in the air.

The Force hummed around Maul, which helped him go deeper in his meditation, helped him concentrate and see and feel everything more clearly. It was as if he saw everything he wanted to see through a crystal mirror.

Zabrak was preoccupied with so many things. His mind was filled with questions that he knew he could not address to his Master. Most revolved around a young woman with particularly green eyes.

The appearance of Nina in the last few days caused a serious disturbance in the relationship that bound Maul to the Force.

It felt like taking a wrong turn off his path, a misstep from his goal.

For once, he didn't understand the path he was on, he saw the final outcome towards the big Greatness only as a very uncertainty.

He had been sitting upright, eyes closed, motionless since coming from the hospital. From the outside, he looked like a statue. A fearsome warrior stuck and frozen in time. Awaiting the adequate moment of awakening, the command to act, spilling filthy Jedi blood.

In his mind, he held the fragments of memories stolen from Nina like pieces of a puzzle. He tried to match and interpret them chronologically. He knew exactly what he was searching for. A presence of his Master. For that unmistakable characteristic, immense kind of darkness. It’s so intense he sometimes even tastes it on his tounge.

He found himself disappointed. Nina was not in contact with his Master, or at least not in these bit’s he could see in her mind. That's why he continued to look at the memory fragments continuously. Scrutinizing every moment. Childhood memories filled with light, music and stars. There weren't many of those. He saw fingers on piano keys, on a telescope, among holobooks. He sensed the smells of paint and sweet cherry. A colorful scarf, a woman's laugh, a gentle caress. Neon lights, bitter taste of alcohol and dancing in bars. Smiling girl with pink hair. An older lady sits with tea in her hand, her face tired but peaceful.

These were followed by memorial images that were imbued with grief and sorrow. A little girl clings to a man -but Maul see this one quite blurry-

"Don't go! Stay! We need you!" cried the little girl. The man just shook the little girl off him. "This will be the best my little Comet."

The visions then became vivid of a woman lying on a bed, pale and obviously ill. He felt a strong hand gripping the arm of the little girl he had just seen, albeit already older. "I'm not ready to leave yet! I don't want to leave you my little Star!"

Maul could feel the fear and panic emanating from the little girl. She was traumatized and understandably horrified by the woman's death, since she was too young to see and understand the occurrence of another death.

Other memories were not particularly significant.

He noticed a pattern. After each bad memory the next one was more and more vague, confusing and short. He concentrated and with the Force guidance he manipulated them to see them in his mind over and over again, like a holofilm with big breaks. Every rift was dark, filled with anger and grief. He probably accessed and stole some of Nina’s deeply repressed memories.

He also saw fragments of today's event, her mind showed him. He felt Nina's fear, but her firm resistance when she was attacked today in the city. He saw the attacking Clawdite's face. He saw another man, a man with forest green eyes. He looked at Nina with angry and deep hatred. Who could he be? What if his Master made some sort of deal with the young woman but erased his presence to hide it from Maul? Maul learned a long time ago that he can't be suspicious or careless enough when it comes to his Master’s mind games.

Pondering the memories didn't solve anything or answer Maul's further questions. He needed to know more. He was sure that there was some significance to their meeting. He felt conflicted.

He formed a plan. When the starry night reclaimed its territory above the daylight, he dressed and left the lake and the old villa behind. He knew the location of her apartment downtown, but something told him deep inside that he didn't have to go that far for Nina. So Maul decided to rely on the Force, which would lead him to the young woman eventually.

He barely reached the edge of the forest when he saw her. In the darkness, he watched her carefully from among the trees, like a shadow.

Maul didn’t know the answer why but seeing Nina being hurt and vulnerable angered him, made his breathing hard, his hands were both forming thigh fists on his sides. He saw her small form facing him with her back.

Her hair was still a bit damp from an earlier shower, her braid slightly sticking to the back of her a loose knit sweater that evoked the colors of the dawn. Under the sweater her dress was green.

He was so close he could hear her heart breathing which was slow, slower than a normal human heart should beat. Her scent filled his nostrils. Cherry, almonds and mint tea. This time it was more fresh and it mixed with the sweetness of the milla flowers that bloomed at night on Naboo. He closed his eyes, he memorized her nosie, just being and breathing quietly. He liked it. The sound of her existence made him feel light in a way. As if despite all the bad things that happened in the universe, her existence was the only good thing. As suspicious as she made him, Maul had to admit that she still had a peaceful effect on him. He felt an unfamiliar warmth, which was not anger, it was soft.

This kind of feeling of lightness surrounded him, and weighed on his soul. He felt it since they both shook hands a few nights earlier. Then the Force infused this warmth, this lightness, into Maul's being through her touch. This, among others, piqued his interest. That it was the Force or Nina herself? What is the purpose of this? And why right now, before the Great Plan is starting its steps set into motion? If it’s the Force is it prue or is it manipulated by his Master?

He had so much to lose, and he was not ready to fail. He needed more information, and quickly before this wave of new emotions washed over him and made a damage that will be incapable of improving by him.

He needed to dig deeper in her mind, search for more information that’ll answer this feeling he has, and take it.

If he wants to get what he needs to make sense for this whole situation, he has to be ruthless. Yes, he was too weak, too compassionate last time with her. How pathetic of him, that he let Nina get under his skin even for a pathetic minute. To let her be a wedge between him and his revenge, and him and between his destiny: power and greatness. Maul would have chosen these, and sacrificed everything for these without second guessing until now.....

Why would Nina have an intention with him if this is not a test? What could he offer other than serving his Master's Great Plan? Nina does not fit into this goal, to his life. Yet he wants to be with her. What a conflicting situation…

He was there again. She felt him before she saw him.

He was there. Calm, Collected and powerful energy surrounded the air.

She waited to fill her lungs with the fresh night air, then she spoke, her back still facing him. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, she didn't even notice she was crying. The moon phases tattooed on her back were slightly visible to him.

She felt something in her mind, barely noticeable, shadowy dark hands with clawed ends tried to reach into her thoughts. They were so careful that Nina almost failed to recognize the strange sensation.

“Get out of my head if you can’t face me in person!” she ordered the darkness.

He didn’t answer, instead she heard his barely audible soft footsteps coming closer.

“One is a coincidence, twice is a pattern. What should we call the third occasion?” she said and plucked off a cluster of fragrant jasmine, elegantly lifting it to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent, then fiddling with the flowers in her hands.

First the Pantheon club, then her favorite place by the lake, and now the garden that extends towards the forest and becomes one with the backyard of her home. She wasn’t sure if the hospital visit was real or a vivid fever dream.

“Fate.” His voice was velvety like a lover's touch.

He stepped next to her and began to admire the dawn, whose colorful lights slowly brightened from the obsidian dark night, but even the first rays licked their silhouette warmly. She chuckled softly and turned to Maul, leaning her hips against one of the rock walls.

"You might be able to convince me of coincidences, but you'll never convince me that you believe in fate. It's an ideal for dreamers and romantics. Something says you're not one to be one of them, Maul."

“You’re injured..” Instead of an answer, he just said this, referring to the bandage on the girl's hairline and the bruises on her body.

The deep, rich voice brushed over her skin like a dark whisper, followed by a shiver that meant equal parts of waring and pleasure. She recognized it immediately; she heard it only two times in her life, but it was enough to etch itself into her memories. It was unforgettable, just like the owner of it.

“You have a talent to turn every question into an observation.”

“Who did this to you?” he asked, faceing her, his glooming irises searching for her green ones.

“So you were worried about me then?” she asked in a teasing playful tone.

It was not a worry he felt, because there was no bond nor fondness. He felt some sort of curiosity mixed with lust and a little amount of amusement for her. The Force tried to tell him something he yet could not understand, that was the part that made him curious. The problem was that she was not immune to the touch of darkness. So he couldn’t know her without being familiar with her acts and the way she uses truth and information.

“I’m merely curious.”

“Let’s just say this attack was a response to my bold move. The consequences of my decisions.” she shrugged her shoulders.

“Why did all of her answers have to be so nonsensical, yet suggestive at the same time?” he thought.

Maul started to lose his patience toward this situation and toward Nina he wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

“Why did that man want you to quit? Who is he? And why did you get attacked after talking with him?” he asked in a demanding tone.

Maul towered over Nina like a hungry sinister shadow, dressed in black to the feet, scrutinizing the young woman's movements and the micro-mimics of her words from under his hood.

“What? How did you..? Were you spying on me?!” Nina's voice dripped with surprise and Maul could feel the distrust in her with a hint of fear. This filled him with satisfaction.

Nina’s posture shifted, she didn’t step back, she stretched and straightened her spine and shoulders, looking like a cobra before biting.

"I thought you made it clear in our first conversation that you weren't some sort of stalker."

"I am waiting for my question to be answered." Maul said.

The condescending style of tone irritated Nina. Jade eyes were searching for him. She tossed the jasmine branch away. She let it fall down into the depths towards the waterfalls that surrounded her planet. She touched the upper side of her arm, where the fall of the sweater allowed her shoulders and upper arms to be seen. It still had the four horizontal and one vertical mark on her pale flesh. Her dad's hand print.

Maul held out his gloved hand. Nina controlled her first reaction to pull away, inhaled as his fingers tingled over her skin. Baerly and almost gently ran over the bruise. She had goosebumps.

"What do you want from me?" she breathed out the question.

Maybe even Maul himself didn't know exactly.

“Everything”-He thought -“I want everything.”

Instead he said this, pulling back his hand.

“Answers. But if it brings you comfort, if I wanted to kill you I would, on our first meeting.”

“Then ask.”

So he did.

“Do you know my Master?”

“No. Maybe. What is his name?”

Already with the first question, they entered dangerous territory. Nina souldn't even know about Maul's existence let alone his Master’s. She is always so twisted with her words. Maul has to reframe his questions to get the answer implicitly but clearly.

"Did someone pay you to be there that night at the club? And later in the woods."

"No." she answered firmly but raising her eyebrows questioningly.

"So they blackmailed you? They instructed you? Maybe in a message or in person."

"What? No! YOU were the one who came to me that night in case your memory fails you." Nina stepped closer. “ Are you in any kind of trouble?"

"Answer the question!"

"I already did."

"Why don't I believe you then?

“That sounds like a YOU problem.”

Maul looked at her with such a sternness that it seemed to Nina that the quiet darkness surrounding him was taking physical form. She inhaled and exhaled a long breath.

“So, if I understand you correctly, you think that I have some sort of ulterior motive toward you? Except, that I find you attractive?”

Maul just stared at her with piercing golden eyes. She read them easily.

“You imply that not only am I some sort of threat but I am a liar too?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. You twist my words.”

“Well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!” she was angry, he could tell.

Anger was good, familiar. He could work with that. It was a familiar field, an emotion he could cope with.That he could provoke and manipulate just as he pleased.

“Is this an interrogation? Should I call my lawyer? ” she mused.

“Who was that man who sent you to hospital?” he pushed further.

"This is absolutely none of your business! He is nobody.”

Maul stepped closer, intimidation pouring into the young woman's aura. He can't leave room to dodge. He has to take advantage of the opportunity while Nina is still so vulnerable. He lifted her chin with his index finger.

“That's a lie. Why do you lie, Starlight?

That name again. That voice!

Maul's voice affected her like a seductive melody, menacing yet veiled in the air between them. Endless wild night, darkness and the promise of freedom mixed with violence. Maul was like the dawn around them, a wild and vivid red beam of light penetrating the calm colors of the night. Orange, purple, rich colors of crimson. Nina never knew she had a voice kink. Now he unlocked this in her.

Her heart fluttered. She didn't welcome the feeling in her chest. She needed space but also yearned for the warmth of his darkness. She felt the butterflies flutter inside her. She needed something to distract herself. She needed space as well as distance.

“You are observing me too closely! I’m not a little bug in your palm!” she pushed his hand away.

“Why are you making this much effort to avoid the question? Are you afraid, Starlight? It's a natural emotion, but it makes you seem like a coward.”

He stepped on thin ice of her patience.

“You call me a coward?! Funny. If the Force using path doesn’t work out, you should be a comedian!” she laughed dryly. “I'm not sure what exactly you want from me to answer. But I have this feeling that no matter what I say, it’ll never go through your thick skull. You already decided about me. Let’s negotiate then. What is it you except from me?”

“I want your confession.”

“A confession? About what? I didn't do anything!”

“A confession about me. What did you do to me? Why are you holding me back from my path?” he thought silently.

“I know there was a reason behind today's incident. I know you have something planned. I’m interested in who is involved in this case? What is your goal?"

"Stars above! Felix hired you? It's him, isn't it? I succeeded, I found something and now he's afraid. How much did he pay you to get close to me?"

Nina's gaze was surprised and enlightened, her green eyes glittered triumphantly. She surprised Maul with this question. He had to admit, the young woman proved to be a really good negotiator. She had this gift which she apparently used well.

He did not expect such a turn. Or is she just trying to confuse him?

“I was clearly wrong about you.” he said, implying that he thought she was a weak outsider, a beautiful but ordinary person on this planet.

“It's okay, most people are. They underestimate what I'm capable of.” She held eye contact.

Realization hit him. Nina won't say anything on her own. But she was clearly hiding something. The time for asking and answering questions has ended. This time, the Force is needed. Maul was annoyed, she was convoluted with her answers and his patience was running out. He was amazed that it had been this far at all.

He stepped closer until Nina was trapped between him and the stone wall. Nina looked back, the stone wall was up to her waist, behind her was only the dark abyss and night, the stars had already started to speckle the sky, the crescents of the moon provided enough light for her to see the male clearly.

Damn those eyes! she cursed them. She had to force herself to look away. They were so captivating. So pretty. How could she not get hypnotized by them?

The stone wall separated her from falling down into the chasm, the place where a few nearby waterfalls cascaded. She certainly wouldn't survive. The other way out is to somehow get them through Maul. This solution also seemed unrealistic, the man didn't hurt her, but Nina could feel the blood beating violently in her ears from the adrenaline and her lungs taking in more air.

With a light movement, he swept a few locks from her face, carefully avoiding her freshly bandaged wounds. Meanwhile, he noticed that several lighter freckles were hiding next to the darker ones.

"Are you afraid Starlight?" he asked, voice low but his tone was light and casual just like he was small talking about the weather, insignificant compared to what really interested him at the moment.

"Yes." she said honestly. "But not from you."

Maul lifted his brow. She licked her dry lips.

"More like, afraid of what you're capable of."

"You should be… But. Do not fear Starlight, this will not hurt, if you let me in.” he said in a calm voice, cupping her face with his gloved hands.

“What are you doing?”

He closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt her mental walls,as he smoothed the wall around, looking for a gap. They were still weak from the concussion, but he sensed some attempt at resistance, though he slipped in successfully.

This time he avoided the deeply buried memories, concentrating on searching for traces of his Master's presence, any sign that this was a trap. But he found nothing. Nina resisted and pushed him out of consciousness, even if a little clumsily, but Maul still appreciated her attempt more than anyone he'd ever faced. Compared to himself, he was gentle, he did not touch other areas, but there was something that Nina's mind revealed to him unintentionally. The man she was threatened by was her relative. This made her snap.

A sudden movement jolted him out of his meditative state. She wanted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in the process.

She was staring at him, she trembled with anger in every cell of her body. Maul couldn't get in deep or full, he saw what she allowed him. Even in weak conditions her mindfulness was strong. She lost her compliant calmness, and she fighted him.

His hand wrapped around her throat the gold irises that pinned her down burnt like twin suns in the darkness of night. Nina’s hands tore his wrist from her, touching the small part where his cloak and leather gloves don't cover his skin. She shoved at the strong wall of his chest, yet, he didn’ move, he was way stronger than to be pushed by a weak woman like her.

“Don’t kriffing touch me like that”

He searched for her. She was frustrated. He slipped in her mind again, under that frustration he felt her panic, her post traumatic stress. Her attacker tried to suffocate her by squeezing her throat. It was still a fresh memory. She lived it through again now. It was playing on her mind like a holofilm. His expression softened. He slowly removed his hand, and whispered.

“Breathe.” his voice grounded her just like at the hospital.

He didn’t feel his Master's presence in any way. This calmed him. But when he opened his eyes, he saw her.

Her face flushed, blooming red covered her freckles spreading towards her ears. Her jade green eyes turned dark. She stared at him and if looks could kill, he’d be a dead male by now. He had never seen her this beautiful before. Her beauty became ethereal for him, her anger oosed around them deliciously. Cold fire gleamed in her green eyes.

“Don’t you ever do this again!” she told through gritted teeth.

Tension twisted between them like an invisible rope, he felt it, as it kept wrapping its limbs around his words and around his neck. It was maddening. Maul felt the urge to push her against the wall, fist her soft hair, claim her mouth and taste her and ignite a fire in his chest.

They were observing each other with cold gaze and anger. None of them had such warmth in their hearts.

“This isn’t the Jedi way!” she breathed hard, panting heavily. Ruby red blood dripped from her nose onto the ground. Probably the side effect of resisting Maul’s telepathic power. " I have to admit I don’t usually like Jedi, and you mister are certainly not fun to be around.”

“I’m no Jedi.” he sounded offended, almost harsh as he snapped at her.

“Says the man with the light saber. So you’re some kind of Force user then?” she raised a brow.

“A specific kind of Force user.”

“What does this even mean?! So not only Jedi can use and connect to the Force?”

Silence. He made a statement, but didn't add anything to it, and Nina understood that it was a "Leave it !" kind of silence.

“Never mind. Did you at least find what you were looking for, if you've sneaked into my mind so brazenly?”

“Yes and no. I still don’t know what your motivation is.”

“Stars above! You don’t get it! ” she laughed at him.

Maul lifted his brows; she was clearly a lunatic. Laughing in a Sith's face while it’s cornering her. To laugh in the face of darkness, power, death.

“You still don’t get it! You saw my memories, my thoughts and you couldn’t figure it out.” she was shaking while he still pinned her down. See was shaking from laughing, not from fear.

“You poor man. Here I am thinking he was the one who hired you to get me. Silly boy! I have no plans for you! I’m gonna have my revenge on someone that I used to call my father.”

Her voice was raspy but it dripped with contempt and pride.

Maul didn't understand why he was so insecure about her. Nina clearly posed no physical threat to him. Nina merely existed in the orbit of her own life, completely independent of Maul's celestial body. Yet... Maul could still feel the gravitational pull between the two of them. He felt mesmerized, like the light of the night lights on a moth. He considered the approach dangerous, but he could not resist.

"So you really are insignificant."

It was a big mistake on Nina's part to make fun of him. Maul stabbed back mercilessly, unable to let the previous insults pass without a counter strike. And she might as well be thankful for him not using his light saber in the process. Nina went silent, stern. The light from her eyes faded.

His sentence clearly hurt her. Deeply. He saw it in her eyes, yet the satisfaction never came to him.

“I need space!” She stepped away creating a few steps between them. She thought about hurting him hard with a chair or something heavy.

“Maybe you have power I will never understand nor carry, but one thing I understand clearly, that you truly are an asshole! We’re done here!”

She passed by him and went away. He looked at her receding silhouette for a long time, never saying a word, only observing her. Again she left without permission and without fear.

Green eyes. Green dress. The symbol of life and nature.

He always thought red was a powerful color, the symbolism for power and destruction. But turned out green was his new fucking favorite color.

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and-claudia · 1 year

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His Heir pt 26 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

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Word count: 1990 (I know it's shorter but I hope the content makes up for that!!)

Warnings: Angst

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The next morning when I got up I decided I really couldn’t bring myself to face Maul. So I grabbed my datapad and messaged Qi’ra.

I am not feeling well this morning. Please inform Lord Maul that I will not be attending any of the meetings today. I will send my notes over to you as soon as I translate them into galactic basic.

I knew I should just suck it up and go, but I didn’t want to. As I began to translate my notes from Mando’a to basic, I watched and waited for her to reply.

Of course. I will let him know. Take your time on the translations… I have a feeling Rellen will be late again today.

Her response made me smile a little knowing that she was probably right.

Maul’s PoV

“Good morning, Lord Maul.”

I glanced up as Qi’ra entered my office.

“Lady Qi’ra,” I nodded at her, “Have you seen Lady Yn this morning?”

“No, I have not. She did message me this morning though.”

“Oh?”

Why would she be talking to Qi’ra and not me?

“She asked me to inform you that she wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be at any meetings today. She’s been working on translating her notes and sending them to me.”

I was slightly angered that she would use Qi’ra, someone she has despised, to relay a message to me rather than just speaking with me herself. I let out a frustrated sigh as I tried and failed to wrack my brain to figure out what I had done to upset her.

“Very well. Let’s get going. Hopefully, Rellen learned from her tardiness yesterday.” I mumbled.

When we arrived I was surprised to see Rellen already waiting for us. I rolled my eyes as I saw what she had been wearing. She wasn’t the first one to come in here and try to use their body to get what they wanted from me, nor would she be the last. People constantly did it, it never got them anywhere.

“Lord Maul, good morning. You look rather handsome this morning.” She said, crowed my personal space.

I looked down at her.

“Thank you.” I said blankly.

“Do you like my gown? I had it made especially for today. Doesn’t it look stunning on me?” She batted her eyelashes at me.

“It’s a lovely dress. But I don’t believe this meeting is to discuss your fashion sense. So, if we’re finished, I’d like to begin.” I said, stepping around her and heading to my seat.

“Wait!” She let out a drastic gasp, gaining everyone’s attention as they took their seats as well, “Where’s your advisor… oh what’s her name! The pregnant one that sat here yesterday. Where is she?”

“Lady Yn wasn’t feeling well this morning.” I informed her.

A pout formed on her lips.

“Pitty.”

I ignored her comment and nodded over to Qi’ra to begin the meeting.

As the day drug on I expected to hear from Yn but nothing ever came through. Part of me wondered if I had actually done something wrong or if perhaps it was just hormones. I didn’t want to accuse her of that of course but I could not for the life of me think of anything I had done within the last 24 hours that would have upset her so much.

I figured I would just give her space for now and let her come to me when she was ready.

As the days passed, however, I had had enough. I needed to know what was going on. I stood from my desk and walked over to the door that connected my office to theirs. My plan was to just ask Yn to come in and ask her flat out what was going on but when the door opened she was nowhere to be seen.

“Have you seen Yn?” I asked.

“No, Lord Maul, I haven’t.” She said a bit too quickly.

“You’re lying to me. Why?” I growled.

Her eyes went wide for a moment before she managed to compose herself, “I promised her I wouldn’t say anything.”

I barely listened as she spoke, already digging through her mind.

“Lord Maul, you do know there were others out there that would have willingly given you a much better heir than she ever could."

"Perhaps that is true…”

The words echoed in my ears. Anger bubbled up within me.

“Meet me in the throne room. And have our guest meet us there.” I said through gritted teeth.

Yn’s PoV

It had been a couple of days since I stopped speaking with Maul. After I skipped a day of work, I decided to go back. But then, even during meetings, I kept the number of times I spoke directly to him to a minimum. It was taking a toll on both of us but I wasn't about to cave in. I had just returned to my quarters to eat some lunch and work on a few things at my desk when there was a knock on the door.

"Yn, it's Qi'ra. Please let me in, it's urgent." She said slightly frantically.

I quickly stood while taking another bite of food into my mouth, I was starving because I hadn't wanted to eat breakfast after being sick since early this morning. Morning sickness was coming back with vengeance it seemed. After wiping my hands on my pants I opened the door.

"What's going on? Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Not really. Come with me I'll explain on the way." She said.

"Okay, hold on." I said stepping back into the room to grab my shoes that I had taken off. I opted to just hold them in my hand as we hurried off.

"First off, I'm sorry he got it out of me, he knows why you've been so upset. He got into my head and dug it out himself, I tried to stop him but I couldn't." She apologized.

"It's alright, it wasn't your fault." I said truthfully. I was the only one I knew of that could kick him out. But that comes from years of practice.

"He grew very angry and lashed out. He killed the Rellen, someone has already been sent to clean that up in the throne room. As for Maul, I was told he stormed off to his quarters. He's upset, clearly, you’re the only one who can calm him." She explained.

"Okay, you go check on everything in the throne room. I'll go handle him." I said as we came up to a junction in the halls and parted ways. I got to his quarters and didn't even bother knocking, I just put in the key code and let myself in. I could hear sobs of frustration coming from his room.

I slowly approached the doorway. The room was dark with the only light coming from the living room. I could see him sitting against the side wall, back towards me, leaning sideways against the wall.

"Maul." I said softly. The worst thing to do right now would be to scare him.

I slowly approach him. "Maul, it's me."

I gently reached out to touch his shoulder. When he didn't pull away I used his shoulder as a support to help myself lower down to sit next to him on the ground. Even in his broken, cut-off state, he instinctively reached up a hand to guide me down to the ground beside him.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly.

He turned to me suddenly, golden eyes shining with tears. It broke my heart to see him like this, knowing that I was part of why he felt this way.

"No,” He mumbled weakly before speaking up a bit more, “No, you have no reason to be."

I shook my head, "I was just in a bad mood that day, I let it get the best of me." I said, gently rubbing a hand up and down his back.

"Yn, it is I who is in the wrong, I should have never said what I did. I said it to appease our guest. I never once stopped to consider how it would affect you. I let her disrespect you and our child. I said nothing to defend either of you, and for that I'm so sorry, dear." He said, voice trembling slightly.

He sounded so broken and it actually hurt my heart. I carefully got up and crawled into his lap. He sat awkwardly instead of holding me like he usually would.

"Maul, hold me please."

"I don't deserve you." He said as his arms slowly circled around me, hands coming to rest on the side of my belly and his face buried into the side of my neck.

"Yes, you do. You deserve so much more than me."

"How? I'm a monster. I've killed countless people. I'm the head of a massive crime syndicate. And I hurt the woman that I love."

I was stunned for a moment.

“I’m sorry. This is hardly the time to announce that. But I do, Yn. I love you. I have for some time now. That’s another reason why I wanted it to be you and no one else to help give me an heir. I completely understand if you no longer want to live here, I understand. And if you want to change any part of our arrangement, I understand.”

“Maul…” I cut him off.

I heard him swallow hard.

“Yes?”

“Say it again.” I requested, my voice nothing more than a whisper as if speaking too loudly would cause him to change his mind.

“What?”

“Say that you love me again.” I got off his lap carefully and turned to face him.

“Yn, I love you…”

A smile began forming on my lips and tears pricked at my eyes. It felt like I had been waiting all my life to hear those words said to me by someone who actually meant it. And hearing it from him, from Maul, from the man I loved too, it was almost overwhelming.

“Maul…” My voice faltered.

He shook his head, looking down and holding his hand up to stop me.

“It’s alright.” He sounded so dejected.

“No… Maul, I love you too.”

He looked up at me upon hearing the confession. I took a deep breath.

“And I promise it’s not just hormones or anything like that. I’ve been in love with you since Mandalore… I just figured you’d never feel the same… that’s why I agreed to help with your heir. I figured that perhaps if I couldn’t have you, I could at least have a part of you… I love you, Maul. It’s almost scary how much I love you. I never really knew someone could ever have this much love for someone. And I never thought someone could ever love me in the same way… I never thought I deserve it.” I said, voice shaking as I was brought back momentarily to my childhood.

Maul inched closer and shushed me, gently pulling me to him and holding me tight.

“Sh, it’s alright.” He said gently.

I nodded slightly, letting him know I was okay, and he pulled back enough to look me in the eyes.

“Yn, you have always deserved to be loved. What you were shown as a child was wrong. And I vow to you, right now, that I will do everything I can to prove that to you and to our child.” His voice held so much passion in it.

I could only nod before slowly leaning in to kiss him. It was soft and short. When it broke neither of us was in a hurry to pull away. He had one of his hands resting delicately on the back of my head, as mine held him gently by his cheeks. Our foreheads were pressed together.

“I love you, Maul.” I whispered.

“I love you too, Yn.”

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scorpionoesit · 9 months

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Hello author, don't mind me if I borrow your beta for a bit to ask a question if they see this-

Hello author's beta! (Alibi :D) I saw in one of the ask answers that world building is your jam, bread and butter (I've been stuck here for too long help me/j) anyway, I wanted to see if we could borrow some of your jam wisdom. (Can we have worldbuilding tips?)

Ps: love you author I love advice from you as well please don't hurt me-

"Okay...alright, so basically I have like two types of worldbuilding. One that's like history world building, which we'll get to in a minute, but the other I like to call Band-Aid world-building. *chuckles* So basically, for history worldbuilding, like let's say if someone were to look at earth, our worldbuilding would be history. And I like history! So this is fun! Making fake history? Awesome! So [for Vagabonds] it was like, finding things we refer to historically in real life and giving them like, Vagabonds...painting(?). Like how we can say...just say 'the pyramids' and you know what I mean. The same way they say 'the Archives' and you know what they mean. How we will casually refer to World War II is how they refer to their Civil War sort of thing. Just casual pieces of history that appear in our everyday life, how would that translate to a fictional world? And that's basically it. And just having like how [Scorpio] did before, just having those little references can eventually build into something else. So we don't even fully build a history, we just make little references, and if we need a history, we can go back to those and be like 'oh, let's expand on this'. Which is basically what we did. So basically this type of worldbuilding is just to add a little spice. You think there's dimension, but no, it's just a greenscreen. It's meant to make your world feel fuller. More lived in without having to make up years of complex historical shenanigans. Anyway, but Band-Aid worldbuilding is my favorite, okay? Because it's basically just like...built a story! Story has plot holes? Band-Aid worldbuilding over them! That's how you fix all plot holes: worldbuilding! Uhh, so like, Tommy has to help people that are hurt. Why can't he just call an ambulance? Well, obviously...there are none here! Band-aid, BAM! You see what I mean? That's...yeah, that's basically the two types. So basically, my advice would be not to focus on worldbuilding? Just build your story, use worldbuilding to fix any little issues, then throw in some historical references." (Another thing that I like to do (that I know isn't for everyone) is making fake religions? *nervous laugh* It's a weird thing to say out loud. 'I like to make fake religions like a good cult leader!' Yeah, but...just like we see that religions are, like, vitally integral to all things history, ever? And nothing makes a world feel more lived in than seeing how their religion has kinda grown with them? In a purely metaphorical sense. Am I making sense? [Nope! :3] Anyway, I also enjoy the thought experiments of picking little pieces of real life religions and mashing them together and shoving them into a story for my own enjoyment. And this hasn't shown up in Vagabonds yet, and it's important not to be too heavy-handed with it, but it's a good way to give a set group of people the same motivations and morals, I guess? [You'll see more of this in Vagabonds later on.])

xD And that's all they wrote.

I would also like to clarify, this is not the only way to do it? Obviously, I know, but like...I doubt this sort of thing worked with Tolkien. Everyone has their own method, their own process. This is ours.

It also helps that someone takes eons to write, which let's the worldbuilding marinate for eons. Hehe...

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mdhwrites · 11 months

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Why the Name Belos?

So this isn’t entirely criticism with some research and more of a showers thought sort of thing but it started with me realizing that Belos could have foreshadowed something... And didn’t. I’ll reveal it after getting into what his name actually means.

So Philip genuinely is just a basic bitch, English name. It means Friend of Horses which we never see anything of. Wittebane is actually obvious if you think about it as yes, it does in fact translate either to ‘White Tormentor” or to “Witch tormentor” if the Wiki is right at least. That’s pretty standard and the like so *shrug*.

But then there’s Belos. The name he gave himself. Now there are three ways to interpret it. One that theoretically takes into account his background, one that fits the same way Wittebane does and one that I think fits both and is a lot more sly. First: Belos is from the New Testament to mean “Javelin, Dart, Arrow, a missile”. This is why it’s more just “This does fit for his background as a religious extremist but not really for deeper meaning.” He isn’t very direct or targeted in his methods after all. This meaning would be a lot better if he were a specter, assassin, or just did a lot more of his dirty work himself to reflect the single purpose and single target drive of the items it correlates to. One could claim he has the singular purpose but even that isn’t just about murdering witches as he does reveal his goal is as much about titles and fame that it will gain him back home or else he wouldn’t care when Luz gets the title wrong. Also he’s just really bad at his goal so that also hurts the case.

The one the wiki states and that a name definer relates it to is an Ancient Greek term for Lord or Ruler. It’s like when Toriyama named the god of his world Kami. It does work, even if bluntly (though I’ve used the same sort of trick to inspire names I’ve used before) and it is imposing and it fits his egotism. Kind of my only real issue is that while he does become the emperor... His goal isn’t conquest. It’s murder. Worse yet, it’s not like the people of the Isles would know what it meant so it means nothing to them and doesn’t have a double meaning except for making title “Lord Lord” and Belos doesn’t seem like the one to want his name to be a literal joke. Why not make it a sly warning then? Have the people call him what would eventually doom them all?

So here’s the third way: Phonetically what it sounds like. Belos is pronounced effectively the same way as Bellows. You know, those things you use to strengthen and stoke a fire in a furnace. Or a pyre perhaps? And this was the shower thought: Why wasn’t Belos’ big final move fire? It is his backstory that he is a WITCH HUNTER. Witches weren’t just shot or the like on the spot. They were burned. Or stoned admittedly I believe but famously they were mostly burned.

Why not burn away the Isles, with his power, influence, etc. like that as the bellows that helped stoke the fire that saw it all burn away? If you want to go more metaphorically, why not fuel the flames of rebellion? He clearly didn’t have the most amount of control over his lands despite being a tyrant, or told to us to be one since his actions don’t actually correlate with one, so he could have been trying to make a rebellion happen. Killing Eda, the most famous wild witch, and petrifying her could do both. Solidify the terror in believer’s hearts while also enraging those who believed this was too far.

Of course that would have required everyone rallying to Eda to actually make... sense at the end of S1? Like this isn’t a desire that’s unfounded due to S1′s finale very much so feeling like it’s setting up for the entirety of the Isles to rebel against Belos when that never happens. Of course, the claims even in the show are pretty fucking weak. Like for this crime to be unjust, Eda would have to not be a know, actual criminal who did do more, at least supposedly, than just being a wild witch. She would have actually had to have had allies and friends and not been a complete bitch to literally everyone she met, including Luz and King for the first half of the season, for the entirety of S1.

Again, as far as the name goes, it’s fine. Belos works as just being a cheeky reference to him being the Lord of the Isles and it fits the general naming scheme of TOH. King is literally a King of sorts. Luz was at the beginning the light of the show and looked like she was meant to bring light to a dark place which... Yeah, that’s a different blog. Amity is amicable (as well as maybe Amityville?) very quickly and that closeness feeds into her being the love interest. Even Willow is named after a tree that is known to look sad and pathetic while being actually really strong.

It’s just interesting to me that a witch hunter’s name coincidentally also sounds like something that helps fuel fires. You’d think that’d be on purpose or someone might have noticed, though admittedly I didn’t until today so *shrug*. Again, not the biggest deal in the world, just kind of started making my brain buzz a bit.

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dappersheep · 3 months

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Hello! I don’t have an idea if this question bothers or maybe even triggers you, but if it is, feel free to ignore my message.

I’ve always been interested in mental disorders. It goes without saying that this topic is very relevant nowadays. So…

What do you think about mental disorders in the world of Food Fantasy? I mean, if I’m not mistaken, Tteokguk has a confirmed PTSD, according to his story. Is there a possibility that the other Food Souls may have any mental disorder? Do you have someone on your mind that can have a mental disorder? Of course only in terms of pure speculations, but still. We can even talk about Pasta Splatoon, why not?

Hello, the topic itself doesn't bother me so it's all good. This could get long so the rest of the answer is under the cut.

Since you're asking my opinion, mental disorders of course exist on Tierra. It's just that we have to note two things approaching this: 1) Mental disorders will not always be explicitly stated, mostly implied. A show-not-tell kind of narrative. And 2) Not all Food Souls will be able to understand the concept of a mental disorder. Most would likely prefer not to pay attention to it as just because they're human-like, doesn't mean they understand human workings. Some may even think such a thing is below them, as they're not humans and do not feel things the way humans do.

While I'm not familiar with Tteokguk's case beyond knowing he participated heavily in a war that took a toll on him, I am more familiar with others. So I can give you an example in Borscht. While she may not look it, some of her voice lines and her bio allude to her having PTSD from being hunted down in the snow, being in an environment that's too quiet, certain kinds of birds and of course, Vodka. In chapter 3 of her bio, she had a flashback that triggered that PTSD but she recovered quickly enough. I'm sure that Spaghetti did notice it, but he didn't want to coddle her, neither of them would know how to handle that and the best he could do is to cut short their business talk and let her rest for the night. For the most part, she has it under control and it doesn't affect her day-to-day affairs. The forever missing Skin Story event we never got could even offer some closure to some of the things that haunted her, then she was finally able to move on from those ghosts (no it has nothing to do with Vodka).

There's also Oyster. Mm, as far as I see, he's a classic case of neglect and abuse. This of course, stemming from the villagers and his Master Attendant, who all saw him as an omen onto their homes despite saving them from Fallen Angels. He has an aversion to being touched, trust issues and uses annoyance and anger as a defense mechanism. Spaghetti saw the signs and respected Oyster's demand that he didn't enter his space, didn't touch him but gave Oyster the choice to leave that place that has nothing good for him. He had Oyster spend more time with Borscht who let him get used to light errands that slowly socialized him with humans, and then herself and Spaghetti as the Food Soul interactions. So in a way, these two gave him a place to heal and feel some sense of normalcy, even if it's not loudly stated. And Oyster is grateful that these two gave him that chance.

Spaghetti himself is… I can't really say that he has any mental disorders. Melancholy, emotional baggage, emotional constipation and extreme spite for a certain subset of people, sure, but not any disorder. The rest of Desire Tavern doesn't quite fit mental disorders as much either. I'd put it this way: Just because they had experienced something bad in the past doesn't automatically translate to developing a visceral reaction to anything that reminds them of that bad thing, or developing a mental problem. I'd mostly chalk up their responses to range from, 'Oh she's plotting to beat you up' to 'She's not going to react at all to that'.

For other mental disorders… I'd say Souffle has a form of Dissociative disorder, kind of obvious with the existence of Dark Souffle and Souffle being unable to remember much of what happened while the other was in control.

Also Kaiserschmarrn and Whiskey definitely fall into the category of Psychopaths, textbook classics in varying degrees. As seen in the final chapters of Kaiser's event, he's made his ultimate goal very clear to everyone and is not above manipulation, threats and collateral damage to make things go his way. Even his own short introduction text states that while loyalty and safety of his companions is important, that's not the most important things on his mind.

And Whiskey… is Whiskey. We're all aware of his body count and shenanigans all across Tierra.

As for autism… off the top of my head, I don't know if B-52 particularly fits the bill for that because in the first place, he thinks he's a machine and not a Food Soul, and has thought that way for a very, very long time that it becomes a hard conditioning to get rid of. He's started to learn to be less 'mechanical' from the few cameos I've seen of him, but he's still stilted and not very good in communicating what he wants to say or the attention he gets. Again, I don't know if that fits the medical definition of autism but everyone's free to headcanon.

That's as much as I got for you. Feel free to respond again if I didn't really answer your question.

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✨💼🎯❤️✂️🍎💀🎓 for Madison Ophelia and Gia

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✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Madison: Her first name was just picked because I wanted her to have nicknames - I wanted her changing her name/nickname to represent the different stages in her life, where she goes by Maddie as a child, then exclusively uses her full name after running away from home, then is called Mads by Alex as a symbol that she's found another home. Her last name, Douglas, comes from the Gàidhlig "dubh" and "glas", which directly translates to "black gray" but less-literally means "dark river", signalling her connection to water and her aquatic mutation.

Ophelia: It was a combination of several things: alliterative O's to connect her to her father and the superhero trope of alliterative names, the name Ophelia to reference the tragic character in Hamlet and represent all the grief in her life and that her death was sparked by her own action (and potentially as a piece of long-game foreshadowing to Charybdis, with her madness), and her first and middle name (Jo) both being literary references as a connection to her mother.

Gia: Her first name was mainly picked just because I liked the way it sounded (technically it means "God is gracious" or "gift from God" which I suppose could be linked back to her clover, but I didn't plan it that way), but her last name is derived from a Greek salutation meaning "may you live forever" - fitting, don't you think? I was actually pretty proud of that one.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Madison: At the moment, she's a full-time X-Man and doesn't really have a personal source of income outside that. Later, once she soft-retires to settle down in her own place, she'll make money selling wood carvings and ornate carpentry pieces.

Ophelia: She's a biomedical engineer who primarily works in prosthetics, and later acts as the face of Denarii Technology and Proceedings (AKA what used to be Oscorp, but rebranded and no longer military-focused)

Gia: She owns a flower shop in Hell's Kitchen!

🎯 -What do they do best?

Madison: She's a fantastic survivalist - drop her anywhere, she'll make it out alive.

Ophelia: Problem-solving, in a technical sense. She's great at building a machine to fix what needs fixing, and troubleshooting that when it goes wrong.

Gia: Appreciating the little things. Despite her anxiety, she is genuinely happy about the small pleasures in her life, and she's an optimist at heart (when the anxiety and PTSD doesn't interrupt that, at least)

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Madison: When her older brother first got his driver's license, the two of them went driving around to look for Christmas presents for the family - they stopped for hot chocolates on the way, went through all kinds of gift-shopping gymnastics to avoid the other one discovering what present they got them, and then Johnny crashed into a snowbank getting out of the parking lot (everything was fine, it was just surprising and hilarious)

Ophelia: Winning the state robotics competition in high school and going out for ice cream afterwards - it was both an incredibly happy memory on its own and one of the last times she saw both of her parents alive and happy.

Gia: Visiting her grandparents and extended family in Greece for the first time, swimming in the ocean and hearing her grandmother cluck about riptides and sunscreen, getting into a splash war with her siblings and cousins until her eyes burned from the saltwater...

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Madison: Excluding the absolute worst of the worst since that's a big plot point... being captured by the Brotherhood and having her mutation enhanced. She was physically struggling since the cell was so cold it put her into torpor, mentally struggling because having her mutation enhanced gave her some dysmorphia and depersonalization issues, and she either expected to die there or escape and have to rewrite her life entirely (since she expected to be cast out from the X-Men). It was torture for her in so many ways.

Ophelia: When Officer Stacy came to her door to tell her that her father had passed away. For one thing, her mother had died only a few months before that, so she was already grief-stricken and now newly orphaned, but she was also closer with her father to begin with and it was utterly devastating to lose him. It literally changed the entire course of her life, in a way.

Gia: When HYDRA cut off her leg in an attempt to see if the clover would regenerate it. She doesn't remember much from her time with HYDRA because of the trauma, but she remembers that. It was the most painful thing she's ever experienced, and to her represented a turning point in her life (she could, and does, pretend that her clover didn't change her life, but she can't ever get her leg back).

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Madison: Moderate. She grew up in the 50's, so she always felt stifled by expectations of conformity. There was a lot more strain once she became a teenager, since they expected her to play into traditional gender roles and expect to become a housewife for someone, and that's never been how Madison rolls. Still, they weren't bad parents, and she genuinely does love them.

Ophelia: Incredibly close, to the point that losing them absolutely devastated her.

Gia: Very close at first, but it fractured after her younger sister's leukemia diagnosis and eventual death. It was never really the same after that, and only fractured further after everything with HYDRA.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Madison: Not really. She gets incredibly protective of her family - we're talking protective like a wild animal, she goes feral when they're in danger - but this isn't exactly a phobia.

Ophelia: Not a phobia either, but she's definitely a lot more wary about the multiverse after everything that happened with Charybdis. She's also a lot more wary of herself - Charybdis is a version of her, they're the same person at the core of it, and she's inwardly terrified of going down the same path as Charybdis.

Gia: Strangers. After HYDRA, she develops a strong case of agoraphobia, particularly with the anxiety that HYDRA could still be watching/targeting her through undercover agents, and anyone she encounters on the street could be one of those agents.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Madison: Since 2020, I think? I started writing her story in mid-2021, but I think she was marinating in my mind for a while first.

Ophelia: Since December of 2021, after No Way Home came out.

Gia: A few months, since somewhere in the realm of November or December of 2023. I was in rehearsals for Little Shop of Horrors at that point, and all that time being cooped up in the puppets got me thinking about the codependence between Seymour and Twoey, which led to me thinking about an OC who's also linked to a plant (to both the success and detriment of their life), and Gia was born

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