#but as I went along I've made her more and more into her own distinct kid

[heartbeetz]

Ok whatever. Designing Jazz/Anton (au) fankid. Who cares.

#need a tag for the ''they have a daughter'' au I guesssssss 🙄🙄🙄🙄 #but I don't wanna make one yet #tempted to call it the dadton au bc it sounds silly..... dad anton..... #originally I was gonna design amy (daughter) very very directly off of hedgehog amy #but as I went along I've made her more and more into her own distinct kid #she's just sooooo autistic (said affectionately!!!) about her favorite character #wears a pink cat ear headband all the time and calls it her hedgehog ears. most real thing in the world #also making her (in my head) take after tiny me in a lot of ways lol #makes it easier for me to understand. bc I do not have much experience with kids under like 15 #if I just go ''she's like a version of me when I was in 4th grade'' I Get It #type of girl whose wardrobe is 80% dresses and would hold a funeral for a dead dragonfly she found during recess #(<- real thing I did. we burried him in the kickball field sand) #roz posts

[authorchu]

Letters to Pugh

A/N: Being a successful scriptwriter must create so many opportunities to meet some pretty famous actors. I took this idea and made a little story out of it! Enjoy :)

You're a script writer, working tirelessly day in and day out to bring your ideas to life. You've been in the industry for years, and you've written some of the most critically acclaimed films of the last decade. But there's one person who has captured your heart and your imagination more than any character you've ever created: Florence Pugh.

You've admired her from afar for years, ever since you first saw her on the big screen. But it wasn't until you met her in person at a film festival that you knew you were in trouble. You couldn't stop thinking about her, dreaming about her, wanting her. And so you started writing anonymous letters to her, pouring your heart out on the page in a way you never could in person.

You wrote about how her performances had inspired you, how you couldn't stop thinking about her smile, how you wished you could be the one to make her laugh. You wrote about how you admired her strength and her talent, and how you knew that you could never be worthy of her love.

For weeks, you wrote these letters, pouring your soul into every word, and then sending them off anonymously to her publicist. You never expected her to read them, let alone respond. But then one day, a letter arrived on your doorstep, addressed to you, in Florence's distinctive handwriting.

Inside was a note, thanking you for your letters, and telling you that she had read every word. She confessed that she was touched by your words, and that she wanted to know more about you. And so you started a correspondence, sharing your hopes and fears, your dreams and desires.

As time went on, your letters became more intimate, more revealing. You wrote about your past, your insecurities, your deepest longings. And Florence responded in kind, sharing her own secrets, her own vulnerabilities.

But as much as you loved her, you knew that you could never tell her the truth about who you were. You couldn't risk losing her, and so you kept your identity a secret, always signing your letters "Your Secret Admirer."

And then one day, everything changed. Florence was in town for a press tour, and she asked to meet you in person. You were over the moon with excitement, but also terrified of what might happen when she discovered your true identity.

You met at a café, and as soon as you saw her, you knew that you were in trouble. She was even more beautiful in person, and her smile lit up the room. You talked for hours, sharing stories and laughs, and before you knew it, it was time to go.

As you said your goodbyes, Florence reached out and took your hand. "I have something to tell you," she said. "I know who you are. I've known all along."

You were stunned, and you could feel your heart racing. "How...how did you know?" you asked, barely able to speak.

Florence smiled. "I recognized your voice, from the way you write. And I realized that I've been falling in love with you, too."

And then she leaned in, and kissed you, softly, gently, but with a passion that left you breathless. It was the kiss you had been dreaming of, for months, for years.

From that moment on, you were inseparable. You wrote scripts together, acted out scenes, and made love under the stars. You traveled the world, hand in hand, sharing adventures and stories. And every night, you fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing that you had found your soulmate.

But there were still moments of heartbreak, too. Times when you doubted yourself, when you wondered if you were truly worthy of her love. Times when Florence had to travel for work, leaving you behind, and you felt the ache of her absence. And then there were the moments when the media discovered your relationship, and the scrutiny and judgement that came with it.

But through it all, you had each other, and that was enough. You continued to write letters to each other, even after you moved in together, as a way of expressing the things you couldn't say out loud.

One night, as you were sitting in bed together, Florence pulled out a stack of letters from her bedside table. "I've been keeping these," she said, handing them to you. "I want you to read them."

You took the letters, and as you read them, tears filled your eyes. They were the letters you had written to her, all those months ago, pouring out your heart and soul. You couldn't believe that she had kept them, treasured them, just as you had treasured every word she had ever written to you.

And then you noticed something else. In the margins of each letter, Florence had written her own responses, little notes and doodles, expressing her love and her longing.

You looked up at her, and she smiled, tears in her own eyes. And then she leaned in, and kissed you again, with a love that transcended words, a slow burn that had been building for months, for years, for a lifetime.

You knew that there would be more heartbreaks to come, more challenges and struggles. But as long as you had each other, as long as you had your words and your love, you knew that you could overcome anything. And so you held her close, and whispered the words that had been on your heart for so long.

"I love you, Florence Pugh," you said. "More than anything in this world." And then you kissed her again, sealing your love and your fate, in a slow burn romance that would last a lifetime.

#Florence Pugh #florence pugh x reader #fluff #romance #anonymous letters #fanfiction

[unholyhelbig]

absolutely loving your kate x reader stories more please!!

[A/N: It's been so long since I've had the pleasure of writing Kate x Reader and am intending to wrap up on a few of the stories that I've started previously. Here is the much-requested Part Two of "Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot"]

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Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot Pt.2 | Kate Bishop x Reader

The door was cold against the small of your back, rising goosebumps across your arms, and your neck. The bite on your shoulder throbbed in tandem with the sound of your heart which was nearly deafening. You’d never heard it this loud before. Your nails curled into the palm of your hand as you tried, and failed, to still your breathing.

The girl hadn’t followed you when you took off down the street, hadn’t even attempted to. You counted it as a small blessing- being allowed to return to your apartment with little interference. The cold seeped into your skin as your shoes slapped the pavement. You weren’t going to cry, not in front of the stranger.

A werewolf. Ha.

That was utterly ridiculous. Though you had had your Twilight phase in middle school along with everyone else it was nothing but ebbed fiction. You could argue over Edward or Jacob until you were blue in the face, but you would never admit validity to any of the myths.

You’d sooner believe an escape from the zoo. Of course- it hadn’t been on any of the headlines. You spent your whole first period scrolling through the local news and nothing about an escaped wolf graced your screen.

“That would be insane.” You paced the length of your living room, toying with the sinched gold belt around your waist. “Fucking werewolves.”

Except, was it entirely crazy? The strange girl did share the striking blue gaze as the animal. She described everything you were feeling with innate accuracy before mumbling the truth bluntly. This, however, was the last thing you needed.

You had calmed down a good amount by the time MJ and America stumbled through the door, throwing their car keys into the small bowl next to yours. America’s stare darkened almost immediately with relief.

“Where did you run off to?” she asked.

“Run? I took an uber. I couldn’t run back here. I forgot a quiz due at midnight.”

“Right. Well, we got our asses kicked at beer pong. Those frat boys only have good aim where it counts.” MJ flopped down onto the sofa face first, the rest of her words muffled by the stuffing in the pillow.

You let out a forced chuckle and watched America carefully. She was watching you back, a narrow edge to her stare. It made your stomach hurt. Maybe it was the cold pasta you had eaten earlier, the way that America could read you like a book. Or it could be the girl who claimed to be a werewolf.

There was an alcohol haze to the color of her eyes. That meant you were off the hook until at least morning. You didn't know if you would make it that long, truly, without succumbing to the anxiety of it all.

You excused yourself, giving them a meek wave before MJ went back into the criticism of her own terrible trajectory. Her words were muffled by a throw pillow. You closed your bedroom door and breathed in the scent of your surroundings. Is this really what you smelt like?

It wasn’t bad but it was distinct. There was a sourness under your bed that led you to an expired banana, brown and dripping. You grimaced, wondering where that had gone before you unlatched your window and tossed it into the bushes down below with a preemptive shiver. Gross.

Also, not what you had to worry about right now, but it helped you focus up. Werewolves weren’t real. But then again, you couldn’t deny the animal chasing you, its speed, it’s tracking ability. A house pet couldn’t do that. Or at least you hoped it couldn’t. And maybe the girl in the middle of the street had something going for her, other than that soft, half-animal gaze.

You had fallen into a deep, exhaustion-fueled sleep in the same sheet that you had taken from your bed and fashioned around your waist earlier. Your own half-tonal scent mixed deliciously with the grease of bacon, and the simmering of eggs.

It was a tradition that pained you to miss out on. You went to the parties with America and MJ, you suffered through terrible frats and vapid small talk, and as an award, MJ would fix up the biggest Sunday morning breakfast. It usually came with leftovers to be devoured that night with shitty reality television playing in front of you.

You pulled on the closest sweatshirt that didn’t smell too overwhelming, a pair of jeans, and the softest shoes you could muster. Because at some point during the night, you became determined to do what you did best, research.

Going through the front door wasn’t an option.

The third-degree had burned you too much these last 48 hours, and though you were on the second floor of your apartment building, you figured that you could get down there with no problem. A drain ran horizontally along the building and worse comes to worst, you could just fall into the bushes with the musty banana. Your plan was flawless.

The cold air burned your hands as they gripped the side of the brick sill. So- maybe this was easier in your head and maybe it was a further drop than you intended. With a deep breath, you hoisted yourself up and over the side of the window, back facing the small courtyard behind you.

You took it slow, inching to the metal pipe. The second your fingertips hit the metal you relaxed a bit. Never in a million years would you see yourself doing this. You inched down the edge of the gutter, hooking your hands on the small bolts until you shimmied halfway to the ground below.

Right when the confidence rose in your chest, your left foot slipped, the rubber of your shoe not enough to grip the small hold on the brick. You felt your knees scrape the rough material; cheek pushed against the earthy brick. You clenched your eyes shut. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Just let go!” A voice called up.

In shock, you nearly released your grip, eyes flashing to anger as you looked down. The girl that had followed you from the party stood in the greying grass below. She had a shit-eating grin on her face that made your stomach do flips. That, or the fact that you were up a lot higher than you thought. You hadn’t made headway at all- too far from the window and even further from the ground.

“How are you here right now?”

“I took the bus,”

“You know what I mean!” You grunted, arms burning. “How did you find me?”

She rolled her eyes “Just drop, I promise nothing will happen to you.”

You gritted your teeth. The wind was starting to sting against your skin. What happened to being so confident that you could drop if you need to? You must have left that sentiment up there in the room. Though, you didn’t want to trust a stranger who had maybe bitten you.

“What? You’re going to catch me?”

“No, you’re going to catch yourself.” You turned and glared at her again. She was awful at talking you down. Her jacket was a cobalt blue, calming against the drab scenery around you both. Her hands were in her pockets, perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised.  “You can’t stay up there forever. But I can’t say I don’t enjoy the view.”

You wrapped your left hand tighter around the gutter, using the right to flip her off. You went to readjust yourself instead, but your other foot took a nosedive from the movement, and you were suddenly falling.

The breath was knocked from your lungs as you hit the ground, your legs finding solace in the hedges while the rest of you sprawled on your back on the open grass. You groaned out the rest of the air in your lungs, the sun blocked by the silhouette of the girl.

“Yeah, I really thought your natural instincts were going to jump in.”

“You’re the worst.”

She reached down a hand to help you up, but you batted it away before hoisting yourself easily to a standing position, crawling from the bushes in something that couldn't look at all flattering. Your lower back throbbed in protest, heart beating fast a few times before everything faded and the screaming in your muscles stopped.

You let out a huff and straightened yourself before stomping away from her. The library wasn’t a far walk, and you refused to be cornered on the bus with her. There were worse fates, but that one was high up there. Pretty or not, she was clearly missing a few screws. Werewolves. Ha.

“Listen, we need to talk,” She trotted along, matching your pace. “I know you don’t necessarily want to hear what I have to say. I’m sure you’re really confused or whatever, but Clint will literally murder me if I don’t bring you back to the compound.”

Stopping short of the curb you turned and glared at her. “The what? Actually, you know what, I don’t care! I’m not going anywhere with you, much less something called the compound. You’re crazy if you think I would listen to anything you say at all after you… you bit me.”

“So, you believe me, then?”

“No!”

You shook your head clear of the smirk on her lips and continued your walk along the fallen palette of yellows, oranges, and reds. She followed close behind, but you refused to indulge in it. Just keep your eyes steady, she’ll leave eventually.

“You have to listen to me,”

No, no you didn't. You wished you had grabbed your headphones so you could at least attempt to drown her out. But then she was in front of you, her hands on both of your shoulders with an iron grip and a newfound look of seriousness.

“If you don’t, you’ll end up hurting someone you love.” She gritted, “I know you think that you can handle whatever life throws at you, really, it’s admirable, but not this. Trust me. Things are overwhelming right now, and confusing but I know you feel that anger. I know you’re swallowing it down.”

It was more like an incessant buzzing at the back of your mind, not there, not prevalent in the slightest until it was called into attention. But she was right, it was red-hot and rushed through your veins like a poison spreading from the very oozing bite on your shoulder. Your eyes softened, mouth dry and sour.

There was a softness to her gaze that seemed to thaw whatever was in the pit of your stomach. You found yourself wanting to collapse into her, wanting to let all that raw emotion out. It was fear, and pain, and your body wanted to give out.

“I wanted to find you to say that I’m sorry.” Her voice was low, quiet, gravelly. “But more than anything I want you to be okay, a stranger who I don’t know.”

You sniffed, your resolve cracking in tiny hairline fractures “Y/n.”

“Y/n, I’m Kate. And I’m going to get you help, okay? No libraries for research, or random freakouts that land you in a holding cell in Westchester because you broke into a restaurant and ate all of the raw meat in the freezer.”

“That’s a little too specific.”

You weren’t resounding to the fact that you were a werewolf just yet. Part of you believed that it wouldn't sink in all the way until you had four paws and a tail. But the answer settled around your mind like a heavy fog. Something that you had known all along- and here was the girl who had done it to you, someone you should hate, but rationally couldn’t.

Despite your better judgment, you did end up getting on the city bus with Kate. A mix of ice and rain had begun to fall while you waited silently in the small alcove for situations like these. There was a man asleep against an ad for a sandwich shop, curled into himself even as the overhead fluorescent flickered on. It left you with Kate and the mute driver who barely flashed acknowledged two college students.

You crossed your arms over your chest and watched as the stone maze of buildings on campus became scattered. The bus made three stops in town, the man exiting on the second. Soon it had pulled away from civilization entirely. The rain was coming down harder now, blurring the hills and the trees, as the homes became scattered into nothing.

Kate’s heat beside you was overwhelming. It radiated from her skin as she kept her palms flat against the bar in front of you both, obstructing the view. She had an unearthly beauty to her that made your mouth dry, incredibly so.

Here was a girl that confessed to digging her canine teeth deep into your shoulder, grounding your bones to dust and your blood to jelly. Yet, you felt no fear around her. If anything, it was a comfort that writhed hungrily under your ribcage, like a heart.

“So… Westchester?” You filled the silence.

Kate’s rocky eyes lit up. This was you trying your best to make light of the situation with small talk. It wasn’t an olive branch but a small spout of green that needed to be tended to. She chuckled and you liked the sound. “Yeah, an Olive Garden of all places. I guess I was craving Italian.”

“That is hardly Italian. There is a place in Brooklyn that has the best red sauce.”

You bite your tongue before you could say more. You’d have to take her there someday. That wasn’t appropriate to say. She just watched you fall to your near death and did nothing but smirk up at you charmingly.

Kate seemed to understand your reservations. She didn’t push, just smiled wider as the bus finally slowed to a stop. The brake released in a long whine of discontent at the wetness of the day. You didn’t recognize the world around you, the green and the scent of freshly mowed grass drenched with rain. The dense forest surrounding the small sign that was carved out for a station, a bench long overgrown with ivy.

Yeah, you were definitely about to be murdered. It didn't look like anyone lived within miles of this place. Kate disembarked and you followed, rather taking your chances with the girl than the bus driver who smelled sharply of Juicy fruit and cigarette smoke.

“Just through here,” Kate said, again, sensing your discomfort. She pulled back a large oak branch and something that resembled a gravel pathway came into view. It was worn over time by travel. The sun streamed through the gaps in the trees, catching the blanket of fallen leaves. Rain sprinkled as you walked, your hands cold.

“I have to warn you about a few things.”

You swallowed hard, dragging out the word. “Okay”

She slowed her pace, edging in the same direction as the muddy rocks and underbrush. “Everyone you’re about to meet is very… How do I explain this? They tend to be a lot sometimes. They’re good people just guarded. And mad. At me.”

“How many people are we meeting exactly?”

You weren’t the greatest in any social situation. This was one of your worst nightmares- a place in the dead center of the woods in Albany County, no less, that housed irritable strangers. You had barely begun to trust (also not the word) Kate. But yet, you wanted to cling to her like a safety blanket.

Before she answered, the house came into view. It was large and stuck out against the oak trees that surrounded the property, shading it from the rest of the world. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the environment, and large white paneling bordered the glass. It was far from inconspicuous, a flex of wealth that you had only seen in the city. Never this far away from civilization.

“Holy shit,” You breathed out “This is a secret government lab. You’ve taken me to a secret government lab to get experimented on and I’m going to hit myself over the head with a rock immediately.”  

“It’s not as scary as it looks, promise. You can trust me.”

“I barely know you.”

“touché”

She shrugged her shoulders at the remark and trudged on toward the house. You watched her for a few moments before jogging to catch up. Retreating to the comfort of the university had long since passed. Most likely, you wouldn’t be able to figure out which way was up out here, despite the scents from the forest filling your lungs and prickling against your skin.

Kate was the only option.

#kate bishop #Kate Bishop x reader #Kate Bishop x you #Kate Bishop x y/n #werewolf au #request #hawkeye #Hawkeye au

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 20- Alien- Part 1

Insurrection

Woo! I have been waiting for this day, actually since Kinktober Ended. And as you can see, I've been working on this since then too. But granted, I wish I had written more but to stay on schedule, I'm gonna have to end things here with just six parts instead of...however many it would take to finish this.

Ok, so here are the stories that are referenced here. You don't have to read all of these, surely you can get the gist of what's going on and should be able to read this as a stand alone story.

However, if you want the background- It goes back to the OG- the original Isthantari story I wrote- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. As well as characters from the series. Jago and Jaxx- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5. And this takes place during the events of the first story.

As always, huge thanks to @borealwrites for their wonderful Monster March 2024 Prompt List

Monster March 2024 Day 20- Alien- Jika. 

Part 1 

Insurrection

The moment Hazi got the message that Super Queen Kat was about to take over the hive once Jaxon bolted for his Isthantari- Sable, to keep her safe in the takeover, Hazi flew to the Royal Nursery Comb of the Nursery Complex, where the current Royal Princesses were in stasis in their own incubation cells as both larvae and pupae, along with the future consorts were also being incubated in their various stages of larvae and pupae in the Royal Comb. She readily reassigned the future consorts as Specialists and could do so for the entire group. 

Immediately, the other Nursery Drones came and moved the royal consorts and their special cells into the appropriate places for incubation for True Specialists since such cells were custom made for consorts to be organized and reorganized according to each Princess and future Queen. Hazi then called all of her true sisters to assist her in the moving of the larvae and pupae staged Princesses since they were in permanent cells and would need to be moved individually. She could count on the other Nursery Drones to carry out her orders for the Consorts, but the other Nursery Drones would not follow any order she would give for the Princesses because it went against protocol by the Greater Hive Mind Code. 

Because Hazi knew, without a shadow of a doubt that Princess Kai would fall and that all of her royal daughters who were out of the programming stage of their sub adult pupae forms as they would then fully develop into full queens- would be executed as simultaneously as Queen Kai would be. And she needed to save as many of Queen Kai’s true daughters as she could, the same way she had been when Queen Kai had killed and succeeded her own mother, Queen Hita. 

Hazi started with the youngest, moving from individual cell to cell and manually changed the coding on the actual cells to the various larvae staged Princesses- to Royal Nursery Drones- before trying to manually open each cell to get them moved because the Princess Cells were permanent structures, never meant to be moved. The doors were very slow to open and Hazi ordered for her true sisters to move them to the appropriate section and not stop for anyone or anything. Since her true sisters, all of whom - should have been queens in their own rights, just like her, but instead were considered Royal Nursery Drones instead. A very special and very rare classification that was created- just for times like this. 

But because it was not an original command, the Hive Mind was always slow in acceptance of the new orders and the new coding. But it meant that she and her true sisters all kept their higher brain capabilities to have the capacity to tell the Hive Mind ‘no’ or ‘in a minute’ and not complete, blind obedience all others had no choice but to give to the Hive Mind. And actually have something every Royal Class Jika took for granted, distinct, individualism and distinct, differentiated personalities. 

Hazi and her true sisters had to slice the feeding tubes that were attached to the mouths of the Princesses to free them out of the cells themselves when she and her sisters were running out of time to deprogram them manually and there were too many Princesses for just them to do one by one as the royal jelly practically started to ooze down into the floor of the cell out and onto the floor. She and her sisters did her best to cut them out in such a way so that they could readily and easily be hooked up in the nursery drone cells so that they would no longer be fed on royal jelly but a special jelly meant to sustain nursery drone pupae instead. All of her sisters readily pulled the larvae and pupae staged Princesses out of the cells and flew them to the Nursery Drone Comb and set them up with the special Royal Nursery Drone Codes on the cells so that the cells would accept the larvae and Pupae and the program that ran the Nursery Drone Comb- would know to read and assess where they were in incubation and them continue their incubation process according to Nursery Drone Classifications and Specifications. But Hazi stayed and instead did all she could to do the same for all other remaining Princesses so that when her sisters would return they could just take the bodies of the Princesses back to the Nursery Drone Comb. 

Hazi’s true sisters did as she commanded and flew the bodies of the Princesses above the fray of the other Nursery Drones moving larvae from the Queen’s body to the appropriate and regularly planned cells. They flew as fast as they could as they moved them to the Nursery Drone comb. All of them, practically shoving the Princesses into the cells and haphazardly hooking them up to the food and then quickly closing the cells and putting in the new codes before they flew back to Hazi, all of them trying to save as many as they could, some taking two larvae at a time, but the pupae were bigger and they needed to fly those pupae back- each one, only able to carry one in her arms- the same way they had been a generation before. 

Hazi knew the nanosecond Super Queen Kat took over and killed Queen Kai and was starting to take over the Hive Mind because she got the order from the Hive Mind to kill all of Queen Kai’s Princesses as her first order in taking control of the Hive Mind as the New Queen, and her Super Queen Status gave her superior codes to allow for this process to go even faster than any other. 

She could only answer her new orders from the Hive Mind - ‘in a moment’. Because to say ‘no’ would immediately flag her as a target to be killed. She could tell from the lack of feed from Queen Kai and her Mated Escorts- that they were already dead as there was an eerie silence in that part of the communication neural network highway she shared with Queen Kai and her Mated Escorts and Hazi could only hope to wait to hopefully start to hear Super Queen Kat and her Super Escorts begin to take their places on the Hive Mind Communication Network. 

But such things were not happening and she was terrified that they were using a network she was never going to get access to, because she and her true sisters might be killed off in the takeover because of how “new” Royal Nursery Drones were considered to the Jika in general. And because Queen Kat was from the Homeworld, she may not accept anything new. And want to re-establish everything “the tried and true way” or “factory settings” in a sense.  But Hazi couldn’t be caught up in such thoughts right now. She had to use the present to save as many as she could. 

She had to quickly fly to the other Princesses down the Comb- as she had taken to just pressing the ‘need to flee’ emergency evacuation protocols on the other cells so that they would unlock and their protective casings would recede so she could reach in and just cut each one’s feeding tube free so they could be cut out and cut free by her other sisters when they would return.

She continued to do this down the lines of comb to see who else she could save as her sisters came and had to also ignore the order as they cut the openings larger so that they could reach in and pull the pupae staged Princesses out of the cells directly to fly them back to the Nursery Drone Comb again before Queen Kat’s super Consorts came to kill the Princesses themselves when Hazi got the order to clear a path to the Royal Comb for them to do so. 

Hazi knew the ones that had already been programmed to be synced with the Hive Mind itself along with the code to develop their egg cells and were now simply in stasis, fully formed as Queens or at the very least, had already started to develop their own eggs- were as good as dead, as they rested in their stasis cells, completely unaware of the danger looming or the eminent destruction. 

She knew from experience of what happened when her savior had also tried to save even those, last time. They had gotten pregnant and had to be killed pregnant. And it was too dangerous to the Hive as a whole to save them and had even been a risk to her and all of her other sisters. And she couldn’t take that risk with the Princesses she had already saved. 

But she pulled the princesses that were just now entering the programming stage and even in the middle of it- out, handing them to her true sisters that had just returned a third time to try to save the others that Hazi had identified as savable. 

She got all the way down to the very last stage of programming, right before the now programmed queen would sync with the Hive Mind and get the final programming code to develop eggs, just to see one get out of it and start the process of developing eggs. She knew that that Princess was now as good as dead too. 

But the one that just entered the last programming stage? Could be saved. Even the one that was right in the middle of the programming phase? She could still save that one too. She could do it. She was down to these last two. She could save these last two. It wasn’t too late for them. 

Hazi did a forced shutdown of the program itself as she could hear the thunderous, furious buzzing of the Super Consorts who were coming to kill the other Princesses as the whole Nursery suddenly stopped everything. Queen Kai’s body, now dead, immediately stopped laying Larve and the deathly quiet from the Hive Mind besides the order to kill All Princesses and to let all Super Consorts Into the Nursery Comb. They were mere seconds away once they entered the Hive Nest Structure- and would be there any second. She had to use every nanosecond wisely. 

Hazi had no sooner tore the actual cell apart and pulled the princess out to hand to her sister to move into a brand new nursery drone cell before Queen Kat’s escorts came into the Royal Nursery Comb and swarmed the remaining pre-synched and completely programmed and developing princesses, all still in stasis, so that they were never really alive in the first place. They tore the cells open to eat them in order to dispose of them and killed them by eating their heads first as Hazi had to quickly replace the three princesses that had been in the programming phase with the bodies of unprogrammed drones that had been brought by her true sister Hebi when she saw Hazi try to save the ones in the programming phase and knew that the Super Consorts would not stop or rest until all of the “threatening” Princesses were either neutralized or killed. Hebi put the first one into the cell the Princess that had just started to go through programming in after she handed another to Hazi to put into the spot the Last Princess had just been pulled from while their sister Hyi put another pupae in the one in the middle as they put them into cells without the Super Consorts seeming to notice until they moved down the line to kill any who would have even started to enter the programming stage. 

Thankfully, Hazi and her other sisters still had royal jelly to swipe onto the drones to make them “look and taste” like princesses from the royal jelly on their own arms. And with royal jelly dripping down and able to convince the Super Consorts that they had killed all other princesses as they moved to the now empty Princess cells and stopped when there was no one else to eat and recognized Hazi, Hyi and Hebi as the Nursery Drones they were as Hazi’s true sisters told her on their private communication network that they shared just outside of the “public” Hive Mind, that the last three princesses were now safely in Nursery Drone Cells. 

They had done it, they had saved all of the Princesses that they could. 

Hazi smiled victoriously behind her mandibles as her chest heaved from her hard work. She and her true sisters had done it. They had saved who they could. They had done it and done it in time. 

However, once the Super Consorts had reported to the Hive Mind and then went silent when they were all clearly communicating on their own private network too- that they had killed the “Threatening Princesses” and that no other remained. The Order from the Hive Mind ceased and disappeared and instead, was eerily quiet and even practically silent as they simply stood and stared at Hazi and her sisters, who in turn, didn’t move either and just stared back at the Super Consorts. Fearing that if they moved, they would be attacked. 

But instead of leaving, it was clear, these Super Consorts were not as stupid as Hazi and her sisters were hoping for. There was an agonizingly silent stand off between the two sides as neither Hazi, nor her sister Habi or Hyi- stayed perfectly still- as did the Super Consorts. Both sides talking to their own private networks but saying nothing to the Hive Mind. 

The Super Consorts used the awkward moment and soon checked the Hive Mind to see what she had already done to the Princesses who should have been in those empty cells behind the three odd Nursery Drones- that had been there only moments before in order to “neutralize” them as they formed a small triangle between the three of them. But the closest of them, seemed to have her hands out splayed protectively to her sisters behind her. 

The Hive Mind kept no secrets, and plainly told what Hazi and her true sisters- the Royal Nursery Drones- had done, and overridden the programming on the cells before cutting the cells open to release the Princess’ bodies when they had not wanted to open upon Hazi and her sisters’ commands. They themselves had taken Hazi’s orders and moved the Princesses. Once it was clear that Hazi had been the originator of the orders for the Princesses, they all seemed to lock on and onto Hazi as Hazi realized, every single Super Consort was now training their piercing gaze on her. 

‘We should flee’ Habi mentally urged her sister on their own private network that piggy backed on the Hive Mind. That was unique to them and only them. The same way there was a unique private network for unmated Royal Consorts to talk to each other without involving the Hive Mind as well. 

‘No. We move, we’re dead. Just stay still. Don’t move. Don’t show weakness, or guilt. Just stay still, wait for them to move first. But you need to alert the others, I can feel them narrowing on me in particular because I was the initiator. Put a partition on the network to keep our sisters safe from whatever is about to happen to me for being the instigator and initiator.’ Hazi said before she put up a mental divider between herself and her sisters’ on their own private network before she pulled out of it all together. 

“Nurse Hebi, Nurse Hyi- you are both dismissed.” One of the Super Consorts insisted and five of them left the formation to physically escort Hebi and Hyi out of the Royal Comb. 

“Nurse Hazi, you need to stay where you are.” One of the Head Super Consorts- Klip- who was directly across from her- insisted before Hazi gave her sisters one last meaningful look over her shoulder and nodded to the door before Hebi and Hyi- both reluctantly, but obediently moved as the Super Consorts grabbed them by their arms and wings and moved them out of the Royal Comb Room before shutting the door once they were out as all of her other true sisters were anxiously waiting outside the door before they shut, then locked the door and had Hazi fully surrounded as Hazi embraced what would surely happen next, her own death. And could only hope they did so quickly wouldn’t make her suffer too much as she took on the tallest and strongest posture her body would allow, looking this Super Consort right into the eyes and not moving her gaze from him, the same way he wouldn’t move his from her. 

“What’s happening?” They whispered to Hebi and Hyi. 

“I don’t know.” Hebi breathed back in a shaky whisper as she started to try to catch her own breath from practically holding it during the stand off, and could she cry, she would be starting to actually weep from fear for her sister Hazi who was on the other side of that door and completely surrounded.  

The Super Consorts seemed to take a moment to communicate with Queen Kat directly on their own private network as Queen Kat linked up with the Hive Mind fully and successfully took it over as the Super Queen she was. 

Once she was done with that, Queen Kat demanded an “audience” with Hazi, privately too, and for Hazi to be brought to her in the Heart of The Nest. And judging by the tone Queen Kat just used, Hazi knew she was about to meet Queen Kat’s wrath for her lack of obedience to her first order in the Hive Mind. 

The Super Escorts escorted Hazi to where Queen Kat still was, in the heart of the nest where the Queen usually always was- to where the front of Queen Kai’s lifeless body was and her direct link with the Hive Mind from her nest was in the Queen’s inner sanctum as it was clear that Queen Kat had already interfaced with the Hive Mind from here, it’s interface, already her crown on her head in the from of two curved horn like antennae. 

The whole way there, Hazi could do little but try to remember everything her own mentor had taught her before her mentor had passed and had coached Hazi and her true sisters on what to do when this would inevitably happen before they had passed away the previous year before. 

“Isthantari.” Hazi greeted respectfully once she was brought into the front of the nest to greet the markedly tiny pint sized Queen Kat before they were left alone. 

“So, who told you to change all the Princesses to Nursery Drones? That is not something I ordered, nor was it an order from the Former Queen, and it definitely was never an order in the Hive Mind itself. So where did that command come from? Is the Hive Mind itself compromised?” Queen Kat demanded, her offense, that anyone would dare not follow orders taken as a direct insult to her and her reign and rule of this Hive, no matter how new her reign was. 

“No. The Hive Mind is not compromised. It came from my own experience and sense. I gave myself that command and therefore, I carried it out. However I had good reason to give myself the command in the first place.” Hazi answered as tactfully and respectfully as she could.

“What reasons could you have possibly had?” Queen Kat sneered in exasperation as her abdomen began to buzz angrily. But the Super Consorts were right outside the Royal Sanctum- leaving this conversation to be private between the two of them as Hazi could already sense Queen Kat was restricting her access to the Hive Mind in an effort to make the final sever from the Hive Mind that much easier to do when she would decide to end Hazi’s life. But her own Royal Consorts were urging her to hear Hazi out and wait to make a final decision once she did, and doing so from the Hive Mind, so that Hazi could hear it. Which was…odd, especially when they didn’t need to do so, from the comfort of their own Super Private Network. 

“Because it was something that you needed.” Jazi supplied- both calmly and respectfully and most importantly, submissively. 

“Explain.” Queen Kat demanded wearily. 

“Isthantari, I understand that Jaxon reached out to you to come take over this hive because the local human population unintentionally posed a threat to Jika Superiority. A threat that I’m sure you will not have a problem- in dealing with. However, since you are a Super Queen, it means that you will soon need to lay your own Super Princesses when you are not needing to lay Super Drones or any other classification of Jika- yourself. So I simply changed the careers of the remaining, undeveloped and unprogrammed princesses to nursery drones since biologically, there is very little difference between them. They were all young enough and underdeveloped enough to not enter the final developmental stage where they would have eggs of their own, nor, were they ever in the programming stage, and thus, never be a threat to your control of the Hive Mind. And they were also young enough and underdeveloped enough, that when they do finish with their new reassignment and ultimately emerge from the Nursery Drone Cells in the Nursery Drone Comb, and have their own careers changed to that of a Nursery Drone and fully emerge themselves, fully formed as Nursery Drones- they will never know, or be, or act, any different than any other natural Nursery Drone. And that if anything, they will actually be more intelligent and more adaptable and more capable of serving you and the hive by caring for your own Super Princesses and any other classification of any other type of drones as well as any other- when you will lay them yourself. And will be intelligent enough to see probable outcomes and then anticipate and carry out future commands the same way I just have, without the hassle of being told to through the Hive Mind, which already is at its capacity and limit. Especially since taking over a Hive Mind is already a lengthy, intense and complicated process. I did not wish to complicate things further, and only wished to lessen your own load with gaining the control of the Hive Mind as our new Super Queen, which we are happy, relieved and excited to have and serve you from this moment on.” Hazi tried to reason with Super Queen Kat, and do so loudly enough that those Super Consorts could hear too. And hopefully not take too much issue with since she was not allowed to put anything out onto the HIve Mind herself, only “see and hear” in a sense. 

“Now, instead of having to decide on what to do with the remaining larvae, pre-pupae and pupae Princesses, now you no longer have to decide anything, since that issue already has an equitable solution. All those former Princesses that were a threat, have been killed off. All those who never would or even- never will- be a threat, have also been neutralized by having a simple career change and have already been moved and are being nurtured as replacements for the current nursery drones who are already aged and will need to be replaced right when they would be done finishing themselves. And you will have- instead, more avenues to use as discipline and deterrent to the remaining Consorts and even to keep your own Super Consorts in line and always performing their duties perfectly, as such perfect service is especially owed to a Super Queen.” Hazi appealed, the same way her own savior had done to Queen Kai. 

Queen Kat paused to look over Hazi once more, this time, more carefully and actually taking note of distinct characteristics that Hazi had that normal Nursery Drones usually didn’t have. 

“I see from your coloring, that you must have been such a product of having a “change of career”.” Queen Kat snipped, looking at the pearlescent magenta tinged maroon and the subtle metallic gold of her yellow. As if the maroon and dark opaque yellow was an overlay on the royal colors, subduing them and creating its own unique hues. 

“I am. I am one of over a dozen or so in this hive and one of hundreds, in this quadrant and one of thousands in this galaxy and one of millions far and wide across the universe. And it is because of us, that this hive has been as large and successful as it is, even when we had such a weak queen in Queen Kai. It is why this Quadrant is as highly prized as it is. And it is why Hives who have done the same are more successful than the ones who do not take up the new change in protocols. Use the Greater Hive Mind Network and see for yourself what the results of adopting such protocols have done nothing but become even more successful and more profitable. And it is also why this Galaxy that others have come from all over the universe to send their consorts just to this quadrant, in particular, just this hive and others just like it. Because the Hives with the New Protocols are actually better Hives as a whole. The fact that The Hive Network still leaves the New Protocols as up to the discretion of each individual Queen to either accept or refuse, at her and her Hive’s own success or peril.” Hazi explained as she couldn’t help but cast a look over at Queen Kai’s still twitching corpse as it continue to twitch and spasm sporadically and knew her time to convince Queen Kat of the benefits of herself and her true sisters and their “New Codes” was all she could do now before her body joined Queen Kai’s. 

Queen Kat seemed to think this over for a moment as her Super Consorts actually used the Hive Mind to reach out to the Greater Hive Mind Network as well as the local unmated Consorts and all other Royal Families in all other Hives to see if Hazi was speaking the truth before they seemed to all get an overabundance of confirmation as Hazi, could hear it and kept her proud grin under her own mandibles. 

“I would however like to make a suggestion Isthantari.” Jazi said after another moment of awkward silence between them. 

“Oh?” Queen Kat asked, still deciding on whether she should be offended by another female offering her anything other than their complete submission and obedience outside of her own mother and “sisters” in the form of other Jika Queens in the Quadrant. 

“Because you were called early from the Home World, I would suggest keeping Queen Kai’s body alive, to continue to deliver every classification of larvae except royal class- for you while you get up to proper breeding size and any other princesses can simply be added to the natural nursery drone larvae when they would naturally be birthed while the royal consorts would naturally be put with the true specialists since that is what they all end up being when unmated anyway. It will not be hard or difficult for you to get to proper breeding size- here where we have such a nutrient rich planet to pull resources from. Meanwhile, all of the cells for your own Super Princesses will stay free and clear for when you are ready to have them in the Royal Nursery Comb, along with their future Super Royal Consorts. The Royal Jelly will, of course, keep until you are ready to make more yourself for them. But I would hate for this hive to have a whole span of generations lacking in its drones and other non royal members of the hive. For that would be detrimental to this hive and nothing detrimental can be allowed to happen to this hive- especially since you are now The Super Queen of it.” Jazi suggested as she eyed the dead queen’s body worriedly since it was without her head and the embryos and the larvae that were beginning to wriggle in her abdomen were starting to move in anxiety as they sensed that their mother was dead and that they too, would be too- soon enough- as their squirming made Queen Kai’s whole personal nest begin to wriggle and squirm from her extra large abdomen from under the layer of her nest cradling her body, now over full from a pause from not being in a constant state of giving birth to the larvae. 

“Very well, revive only the body to deliver those disgusting squirming drones, take the phallus’ out so that no more eggs will become fertile and prolong her artificial life for a nanosecond longer than it needs to be for. But once that abdomen has delivered the last fertile larvae are laid, kill the rest of it for good, so that I can fully take her place. Because it is clear that there is more than just this matter left unsettled with my takeover.” Queen Kat huffed as she reinstated Hazi’s access and place in the Hive Mind once more before she practically stomped away out of the Queen’s Royal Birthing Sanctum. Her light little steps hardly tapping on the floor as she left as she left with her Super Consorts following behind her. Hazi seemed to get a flurry of messages from the Super Consorts in her own personal message center as well as her sister’s personal correspondence- all of them saying they were looking forward to working with them in the future. But Hazi cared little beside repeating the same polite sentiment back to them, since she cared little about that, but cared all about reviving Queen Kai’s body, just to the point she could reanimate and lay her fertilized eggs and larvae and that none would die and threaten to rot in their spots and possibly kill their neighboring eggs and larvae. 

“Yes my Isthantari.” Hazi readily agreed as she hurried over to Queen Kai’s corpse and had to call in her other sisters to help her revive the body to save the larvae trapped inside the dead queen’s abdomen.

#Monster March 2024 #Monster March 2024- Day 20- Alien #Monster March 2024- Day 20- Alien- Jika- Part 1 #Jika #Isthantari

[manysmallhands]

The Deep Tate

This is a piece that I was going to do for another website, a kind of “ten songs to know her by’”, but it’s gotten away from that a bit so I thought I’d just put it up here and then if no one reads it then that’s pretty standard anyway. I've done a playlist which i've placed at the end, featuring all the songs i that mentioned along the way (a few too many than i was supposed to talk about).

Canadian pop star Tate Mcrae is a precocious talent, a viral sensation who’d managed to catapult herself to fame before she’d even left her teens. I’ve only known about her for a few months now but she’s already captured me as a fan, with her second album “Think Later” quickly becoming one of my favourites of last year. Mcrae started out in her (even younger) youth as a professional dancer, uploading her self penned songs to YouTube alongside videos of her routines. She first broke into the charts in 2020 - aged just 17 - with the moody revenge ballad You Broke Me First, a massive international hit during lockdown that clocked up over a billion streams on Spotify.

From there, she began to navigate the trickier dance of establishing herself as a regular chart fixture, reaching the UK Top 10 with her increasingly pop/rock focused debut LP, “I Used To Think I Could Fly” in 2022. But the real story is what she’s done since then: 2023 was a huge year for her as she collaborated with OneRepublic star and Taylor Swift associate Ryan Tedder, adopting a more straightforward pop sound and taking the charts by storm. Much of this was down to "Greedy", one of the biggest songs of last year, which took an entertaining swipe at sleazy older men and went top three in every country you might feasibly shake a stick at. Added to that, the release of the excellent ‘Think Later’ album helped to cement her reputation as one of pop’s megastars in waiting.

Though there’s plenty of earlier material (her first viral hit, the characteristically accomplished “One Day”, was written and recorded when she was just 14 years old), it’s probably best to start with "You Broke Me First". Tate’s first big hit was something that she struggled to outgrow for a while but its uncomfortable intensity still feels striking. Built around a narrative of betrayal, its heroine recounts the hurt of being dumped and her understandable refusal to take the repentant boyfriend back: so far so standard. But what sticks out about it is the low-key vicious tone that underpins the song: the title is a big hint that this is her moment of vengeance and she intends to milk it for all it’s worth. The doomy synthetic backing plays up all of this heavily and the distorted autotune on her slightly husky, cute but tough vocal style only adds to the unnerving vibe of it all. Is this “serious” music? I’m going to say it sounds a lot like it.

But for a while afterwards, whilst not really dropping out of sight, Mcrae did appear to get stuck in the mode of moody trap ballad girl, marketed as a kind of junior Billie Eilish (with whom she’d collaborated previously on the track “Tear Myself Apart”) and seeming to lack a clear-cut identity of her own. 2021’s “Too Young To Be Sad” EP was actually pretty good, with the softer styled “r u ok” (as much as it’s a Billie clone, it is at least a good one) and the warm acoustic closer “Wish I Loved You In The 90s” being particular highlights. But a distinct fault was that it tended to get caught up pursuing lesser versions of her big single to slightly diminishing returns, something that was made all the more obvious by its inclusion. There’s a pattern after a little known singer has a huge hit that looks a lot like ‘bloody hell, what do we do now?’, with talented kids often finding out that they’ve not got much else in the locker. While the quality didn’t drop all that much, the hits were not forthcoming and it looked like Mcrae was starting to tread water a bit.

But by the time of her first full length album, 2022’s “I Used To Think I Could Fly”, she was beginning to find her way somewhat more purposefully, albeit still in a slightly haphazard manner. Some of its best songs come from a turn to breezy pop rock, with “She’s All I Wanna Be” in particular providing her with both a standout track and a welcome hit single. Centred around comparing herself to the hot girl who threatens her relationship, Mcrae is still working thru her adolescent anxieties but the tone is lighter, the guitars let rip a bit and, combined with her ever keen sense of melody (the characteristic through-line that connects all of her best songs) the whole feels a lot more fun than she’d hitherto managed to project.

That’s not to say that her sad girl tunes were in any sense gone but neither were they all a wash out: indeed much of the strength of her songwriting at this point comes down to the touching believability of her teenager set pieces. The defiant “I’m So Gone” combines a break-up narrative with a punchier trap pop sound, and while there are still a few straightforward YBMF reruns, they were often pretty good once you got used to her patter (the piano led “Chaotic” is a particular highlight). It was clearly a good idea for her to start mixing up her sound though and songs like the wonderfully trashy rocker “What Would You Do?” are an entertaining diversion from all the misery, mining some attitude to clap back at a neglectful boyfriend in a lyrical style that would in time become a lot more familiar. The album still has the odd duffer here and there but the message was clear: Tate was on her way!

While “I Used To Think I Could Fly” feels like a pretty good debut, it’s not without its flaws. Some of the songs come off as a bit flimsy and there’s also a sense in which it feels more like a grab bag than a fully coherent project. The production roll includes Adele collaborator Greg Kurstin alongside other star names like Charlie Puth and Finneas O’Connell and while there’s certainly a lot of talent on show, it also sounds like a great many cooks are gathered around the pot. But since she released her excellent second album, Tate has entered something approaching a state of grace for me (A Tate Of Grace? A State Of Tate?) and i’ve found it generally easier to get along with her earlier stuff too.

Her shift to a higher level began in late 2022, firstly on the twinkly, bass driven “Uh-Oh” and then more powerfully with“10.35”, a banging DJ/pop girl collaboration with Tiësto that finally managed to push her back into the UK Top 10. Playing to her melodic strengths, it takes the moodiness of You Broke Me First but allies it to a beat that goes enjoyably hard, with her knack for a tune sweetening its combination of dancefloor darkness and pop bounce. This was followed last autumn by a second full-on megahit, "Greedy", the first Tate Mcrae song I heard and one that seems likely to be her signature tune for a while to come. Built around a 00s era Timberland-style beat, Tate recounts a nightclub discussion with an older guy who comes onto her, only to be told “I’ll put you thru hell just to know me yeah yeah!” during its swooping, almost bombastic chorus. Greedy was a mass of insistent hooks, rolling rhythms and snappy hot girl catchphrases that became an instant hit, camping out in the UK Top 5 for weeks on end and hitting #1 on a dozen charts around the world, including her native Canada and the Billboard Global 200.

Aside from the stylistic changes she’d made since her last round in the spotlight, perhaps the most significant difference from "You Broke Me First" was that this time Mcrae had come prepared with some solid follow ups. Her next single "Exes" kept up the high standard and closed out the year with another top 20 hit. Propelled by a harder trap rhythm than previous efforts, the song is built around an almost childishly gleeful vocal that plays on her new, edgier image, calling out her old boyfriends in a kind of Canadian version of the “Am I bovvered?” routine whilst singing in a fast paced, almost hip hop-style which engagingly breaks through the rhythm of the song. Tate says that she “steps into a different body sometimes when I’m doing songs like Greedy and Exes” and certainly the change here from her previous mopery feels both bracing and wickedly enjoyable.

The album, “Think Later”, followed at the end of the year and was to my mind a much better record that its predecessor. Whereas that LP had at times felt a bit ponderous, producer Ryan Tedder’s rattling beats and snappy arrangements gave "Think Later" a new level of firepower, creating a much more energetic backdrop for Tate’s various romantic misadventures. And this time, rather than simply bemoaning her situation, she seemed far more likely to be putting herself in the driving seat: whether it was her dreams of snaring someone else’s boyfriend amidst the catchy synth attack of "Hurt My Feelings" or the bad girl adventures of the thumping title track, Tate often plays an intriguing central character, one who’s far more liable to be causing mischief than weeping away in private. The more forceful propulsion also keeps the ballads from becoming too gloomy and, just occasionally, as on the excellent messy relationship confessional "Stay Done", Mcrae and her team manage to create something genuinely beautiful, as she calls on all of her melodic gifts and sweet natured charm to turn in a gorgeous acoustic tearjerker.

“Think Later” has only been out for a couple of months but it already looks set to be a bigger album than its predecessor and her sustained success has led some to speculate whether Tate might be pop’s Next Big Thing, a role seemingly now vacant in this more ephemeral era of Tik Tok hits and viral sensations (a landscape that, as a Youtube native, she appears more confident in than many of her peers). My own feeling is that, while I love her records dearly, I’m unsure whether she’s up to making that transition. Certainly, Mcrae seems to me not quite the finished article. She still needs to take more quality control over the sad girl stuff - whilst it generally works much better on "Think Later", the album closes with two underwhelming ballads, at least one of which should have been left off the record. And while she's perfectly attuned to the swirl of youthful romantic concerns that underpin many of her best songs, attempts to go deeper seem to stumble just a little, with a song like "Calgary" being a case in point - a serious acoustic number which works well aside from a slight clumsiness in the lyrics.

But there's still plenty of time for her to reach perfection. Despite having been around for a while now, it’s useful to remember that she’s only 20 years old: even Taylor Swift wasn’t on her best game for another couple of albums yet. And maybe it doesn't matter that much anyway. I don’t claim anything very sophisticated for Tate Mcrae - no trails are being blazed here - but in terms of my own experience, the most important questions are: would I rather be listening to her than some more acclaimed act who offers far less fun, energy and/or melodramatic weight? Absolutely! Do I often find myself singing along inappropriately to "Greedy", despite not in fact being a 20 year old hot girl superstar? Guilty as charged! The bottom line here is all that she’s already achieved: she’s a talented artist creating consistently thrilling music, the creator of both a songworld that feels increasingly immersive and a style that’s evolved intelligently under huge pressure and, perhaps most importantly, someone who is starting to up the stakes with each successive release. More than anything, she’s a young woman who’s navigated the challenge of moving on from uploading YouTube videos of herself singing into a webcam to taking on the international charts, not just once but several times over. Given that form, I wouldn’t bet against her. As she says on "Think Later", “I do it so well”.

#Tate Mcrae #Pop Music #Greedy #Exes #You Broke Me First #The Deep Tate #Higher Tate Of Consciousness #Tate Of Grace #Tate Of Emergency #Songs Of Love And Tate #Spotify

[greatwyrmgold]

For some reason, I've been thinking about what kind of power Asa Mitaka might get if she was from Earth Bet.

Background

Asa Mitaka's backstory requires basically zero adjustment, and literally zero if we allow devils to exist in this setting. (For those who don't know, the current Chainsaw Man arc is set in 1997. Kyushu is safe for a couple more years.) But it's worth covering that backstory and considering how that could affect her powers.

The most important event was her mother's death. Asa's neighborhood was attacked by the Typhoon Devil, and while she and her mom were running from it, Asa noticed a cat with an injured leg. Now is as good a time as any to mention that Asa, in her own words, always trips and falls at the most critical moment. And this moment was pretty critical.

Asa falls, and her mom has to stop to help her get on her feet. They keep running, but Asa's mom isn't quite fast enough to escape the Typhoon Devil's debris cloud. Asa blames herself; if she hadn't tripped, if she hadn't saved the cat, her mom wouldn't have had to stop and she wouldn't have been hit by that car.

Asa's dad had probably been dead for a while (he has literally never been mentioned, but Asa doesn't blame herself for his death, so he probably died before the Typhoon Devil attack), leaving Asa alone. She went to an orphanage, but she doesn't become friends with any of the other orphans, and the caretaker drowns the cat she saved. Asa is all alone.

Trigger Event

Now for the trickiest part to de-devil. Her class adopts Bucky, the Chicken Devil. Chickens aren't very scary, so he's an eggs-eptionally weak devil; the worst he can do is make terrible puns.

Most of Asa's class gets along with Bucky, with the exception of Asa. And it's made clear that Asa isn't close to any of them, to the point that only one of her classmates knows her name. (And it's the one that tries to kill her by the end of the chapter, so...not exactly bestie material.)

Anyways, the teacher says it's time to kill and eat Bucky, but the class says they refuse to. The teacher says good, that's what I wanted you to do. Everyone goes outside to play soccer. Asa hangs back until Bucky jumps into her arms, encouraging her to "come out of your shell" and play soccer. Also, he remembered her name, which as mentioned is remarkable.

Asa's protective aloofness and cynicism melt, letting her realize that her class wants to play soccer with her. She realizes that she was just jealous of the other students. Asa runs into the yard, still carrying Bucky.

I'd like to remind you of two important facts.

Asa always trips at the worst possible time.

Bucky is an absurdly weak devil.

Once Asa gets up, she sees Bucky's slightly splattered corpse under her. She looks up and sees her class freaking out about Bucky's death. A death, right after the teacher praised them about recognizing the value of life. A death, right as Asa was about to open up. A death which would make the rest of class hate her, which makes Asa hate herself.

Trigger Considerations

This is one of those Master/Stranger triggers. The trigger comes about from a mixture of isolation (alienating the entire class) and unwanted attention (the entire class staring at her, covered in Bucky's blood).

During the Falling Devil arc, Asa says that she's afraid of both solitude and companionship. Something always goes wrong when she tries to get close to people, and she ends up alone and in pain. So instead of a single Master/Stranger power which messes with other people's minds or senses, I think it makes sense to give her separate Master and Stranger powers, or at least distinct Master/Stranger aspects of the same power.

A few canon Strangers create duplicates; Othello, Blister, arguably the Custodian. Also, the Strangers document mentions duplicates as a "niche" sort of Master/Stranger power. Since Asa's self-loathing is a significant part of her personality and tied into her trigger event, having the Master half of her power involve sacrificial copies of herself makes sense.

As for the Stranger half...I'm thinking a mist that lets Asa teleport people within it. Specifically, the Trickster kind of teleportation, letting her swap locations with someone else. Obviously, this can be used to put other people in harm's way, make attacks that were meant to hit her hurt other people instead...the kind of thing that fuels Asa's self-loathing.

I want to add another restriction that makes it hard for her to use that power peacefully, but something like "can only teleport when she's afraid she'll get hit by something" feels too much like a reverse Armorface.

Power

Asa can create a greasy red mist. She produces it slowly when compared to the likes of Grue and Nyx, but she can cloak herself if she stays in one place for a minute or two. She can make the mist coalesce into solid (though fragile) duplicates of herself; they look almost identical to Asa, except that their skin is slightly redder and they have no mouths.

Asa controls her duplicates, and can see and smell through them. Her power helps her process this information, but not to anything like Skitter levels; she can direct several duplicates if they're all in the same general area as her and doing similar things, but only two or three if they're all doing things in separate rooms. Keeping duplicates solid requires a small but non-trivial amount of her focus; she can't assemble an army and only use a few at a time.

The duplicates disperse if they get more than a couple hundred feet from her. (The same is true of the mist, which is only significant if Asa moves.)

When destroyed, the duplicates release the mist—more than it took to create them, the exact amount depending mostly on how long the duplicate was around. If it was only around for a few seconds before getting shot, it barely releases more mist; if it survived several minutes, it can fill the room.

The mist is hard to see through; more than a couple feet and all you can see are silhouettes. It also muffles sounds and is unpleasant to stand in. It also lets Asa teleport. If both she and another person are engulfed in a contiguous cloud of mist, Asa can switch locations with them. Their silhouettes take a moment to change—that is, the target has Asa's silhouette and vise verse, until the mist shifts.

Conclusion

I don't have one.

#asa mitaka #parahumans #trigger events

[littlequeen7]

I have barely any followers so I dont expect anybody to see this. But if there is any place to talk about my love for Taylor, it is here.

I've had a few people ask me why I love Taylor Swift so much. I understand why they ask, and why I might get weird looks, parasocial relationships and whatnot. But what they don't understand and what I have a hard time communicating is that Taylor is more than just music to me.

We grew up together. I'm five and a half years younger than her, so she completely shaped my adolescence. When Debut came out I was just starting the 6th grade, the grade when I learned some harsh lessons about bullying and friendships.

Fearless came out in the middle of 8th grade, the worst year of my life. That album was a comfort to me when everything else seemed hopeless. I had cut-outs from J-14 magazine plastered on my walls, of Taylor and the Jonas Brothers. I tried to convince my teacher that we should sing Fifteen at our 8th grade graduation (I lost that one).

Speak Now came out when I was 15, and I listened to that album until every word was ingrained in my brain. My older cousin bought us tickets to her Speak Now tour for my birthday, and she was my first ever big concert. We drew 13's on the back of our hands and screamed along with her while she sang Mean barefoot, while she hit giant bells during Haunted (my favorite song at the time), while she floated over the crowd on her balcony in her Love Story outfit right in front of us, close enough I thought if I reached out I could touch her. I don't remember which cover she sang, but she did it in her purple dress, with sharpie scrawled across her arms. I took so many blurry and grainy photos of her that day. Speak Now will always have a very special place in my heart.

Red came out when I was 17. I learned through one of her diary entries that she had actually written the song Red on the flight home from our concert. To think that I saw her not even 24 hours before she wrote one of the most iconic songs of her career was mind blowing. I was dating now, so all of the songs about relationships became relatable for the first time. I knew from the moment I heard it that All Too Well was the best song of her career, and I have some obnoxious Facebook posts to prove it. The Last Time became one of my favorite songs she had ever made. Flash forward 5 years and I was posting 22 on my Facebook the minute it hit midnight. (Yes, Facebook. I'm old and uncool, we've established that already.)

1989 came out the year after I graduated high school. I was on my own for the first time, completely unprepared and immature, with a toxic partner who I ended up staying with for 5 years. I still have distinct memories of riding the bus past the WWU campus on my way to work, blasting the album in my headphones. I was in my semi-popular Lana Del Rey Tumblr days then, and you best believe I was making gifsets of the Blank Space music video. These were also the years when I sank into my deepest depression. 1989 was a bright light in that darkness.

Reputation came out when I was actually 22, right after leaving the five year relationship, and leaving everything I owned behind me or in storage, while my ex took my two beloved cats. This was my revenge era, my short lived "hoe phase" if you will. I remember listening to it for the first time in the car with my mom while driving to Seattle. I remember listening to it in the kitchen with my then 11 year old sister, and her saying "well that's inappropriate" during one of the songs (probably Dress). I was a little too harsh when I said, "well she's a grown adult, shes writing for herself, not writing for kids." What a brat. I specifically remember one Tumblr post from a fan that went to the Secret Sessions, of her gasping and saying "Taylor!" in a scandalized way during one of the songs (my guess is, again, Dress) and Taylor replying something along the lines of "I know, right!" To this day, Reputation is the album I have the most fun listening to, and the one I blast the loudest in the car.

Lover came out when I was 24, living in a small room without a door in my Grandma's house that doubled as her office. This was the no privacy era and it did NOT slay. This was also the era that I was in love with someone I shouldn't have been (you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes). Every love song on that album was dedicated to him. False God became a new favorite. This was the time right before it all fell apart, when the entire world shut down and I hurt people and was hurt myself (again, stupid prizes).

Folklore came out in the midst of being completely isolated from the world, except being dropped off at work every day and trying to go to college online. The beginning of my severe and debilitating germaphobia. The constant fear that I would catch COVID from my irresponsible coworkers. Not to mention, my heart was ripped open because I was August, and she was Betty. This album, I think, is the one where I couldn't deny the similarities to my own situation. It felt like it was meant for me, in that moment. Seven was for the little me that died when I was young. This Is Me Trying was a letter to my loved ones, when I couldn't explain that my brain was actively trying to kill me. I've only listened to Hoax twice, because that one is the most painful. I was the epitome of "I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."

Evermore, bless it's heart, came out of nowhere and was an amazing surprise. That being said (Ryan Bergara voice), Tolerate It, Happiness, Ivy, Long Story Short, Closure, Evermore and Right Where You Left Me were a twist in the knife of a trauma that wouldn't leave me, no matter how hard I tried. I was out on my own, truly alone, for the first time in my life. And I was terrified that, like Taylor said, this pain would be forevermore.

The re-records were amazing. I was so proud of Taylor for sticking up for herself and challenging the leeches that had gotten rich off of her talent. The moment she hinted at the 10 minute version on social media, I flipped my shit. Again, I have Facebook posts to prove it lol. I memorized the new verses in a day, I listened to it on repeat for weeks. I was staying at an airbnb the day Red TV came out, and I spent that night dancing around the kitchen with my headphones on.

And now... Midnights. I'm 27 now, and by this point I've lived a thousand different lifetimes. I listened to it in my dorm room alone, with my headphones on the second it was released. And then for good measure, I listened to it again the second the 3 AM version came out. I always need the second listen, to really soak up and understand an album. I made a bracket tournament thingie of all of the songs, and at first Vigilante Shit won, but after a couple more listens, Karma replaced it in the top spot. I listened to this album so much, on repeat constantly, that even though it was released in October, every single song made it to my Spotify Wrapped (not to mention the fact that I was in the top 2% of TS listeners). I was lucky enough to score tickets to the Era's tour, after much anxiety and freaking out from crashing websites and delayed sales. I screamed as soon as it was confirmed. Things have been rough, especially in the last month or so. One of the only things keeping me hopeful is the fact that in 4 months, I will get to see one of my favorite people in concert again.

That's not to mention the merch over the years. A Speak Now Tour shirt, notebooks and posters with Taylor's face on them, two signed CD's, a Red cardigan, a "fuck the patriarchy" keychain, The Scarf, and a few (not as many as I'd like) vinyls. I'm still pissed that my 1989 CD with the polaroids is lost somewhere in my storage unit.

At this point, if anyone is reading this, which I doubt they will, and especially if they have read this far (I'm sorry this post turned into a monster), they're probably thinking that I am a weirdly obsessed fan. Someone who thinks that someone they've never met in person is their BFF. I don't think I'm either of those things, but Taylor Swift has, and always will be a comfort to me. Especially as a neurodivergent person, having just ONE person who has been consistent for most of my life, someone who I can look up to and learn from, music I can listen to and immediately be comforted, is essential. At this point, now that I really think about it, Taylor Swift really is one of my special interests, and she has been long before I even knew that special interests were a thing (late diagnosed).

On top of all of this, she is just a genuinely good and kind person. You don't see that super often, in this cut throat industry. She is someone to look up to, even if Dear Reader says otherwise.

I've been writing this for about half an hour, and my phone is shaking from holding it above my head while I lay in bed and type. If literally anyone gets this far in the post, thanks for reading my weird diary entry I guess lol. Above all else, this is really a love letter to Taylor. Thank you for being there for me through it all.

#taylor swift #taylornation #tswift #midnights #evermore #folklore #lover #reputation #1989 #red tv #speak now #fearless #taylor swift debut #the eras tour #speak now tour

[bart1607]

Nothing will separate us!

I don't know what make me write this, I somehow felt, that I must make this fanfiction. Maybe if Ahsoka wasn't asshole in newest series, I wouldn't write this. Anyways I hope, that you'll like this!.

Summary: During routine mission Rex is mortally wounded. He then goes to afterlife and meets his brothers and other people he used to know. Meanwhile Ahsoka is sufffering after lose of Rex and changes her personality. She also must face new threat.

Warnings: Major character death, description of violence, mention of suicide attempt

Rating: Mature

Words count: 4,080

Link to AO3:

It was supposed to be a routine mission. They were to escort a transport with supplies to the nascent base of the New Republic. They've done this mission thousands of times before, so everything should go according to plan. Unfortunately, even the best plan can fail. Despite the collapse of the Galactic Empire, there were still many Imperial troops and their followers on many planets who continued to resist and refuse to surrender to the New Republic. The convoy was already a short distance from the base. Transport security included Rex, Wolffe and Ahsoka. They were also accompanied by a small detachment of soldiers sent by the New Republic.  

*  

After the Battle of Endor, Rex took part in the celebration of the victory that took place on Endor. During the celebration, something happened that shocked the veteran. Ahsoka Tano, who was all along presumed dead after a failed mission on Malachor, suddenly appeared on it. Rex was deeply affected by her "death". He tried to behave normally, to pretend that he had come to terms with the fact that she’s gone, but in fact he was suffering. No one else knew that the two were more than close friends to each other. When Rex was alone, he always picked up his datapad and looked at photos and videos, even those from the Clone Wars. He missed her very much, he would like to spend his free time with her again. After the liberation of Lothal, Rex took part in further battles against the Empire. He was also accompanied by Wolffe, both of whom were probably the last living clones in the Galaxy. They decided to stick together, as they had for 15 years on Seelos. Gregor, who died during the liberation of Lothal, was also with them earlier. At one point during his time at the celebration, Rex noticed a figure heading towards him. As she came closer, the clone noticed the familiar lekku hanging from the figure's hood.  

- It's impossible - he whispered, and at that moment the figure stopped in front of him and threw his hood off his head  

- Ahsoka! It's you! are you really alive?! - Rex asked incredulously  

- Yes Rex! I see that you too managed to survive until the end of the war! - she said with a smile  

They both stared at each other for a moment, then threw themselves into each other's arms and hugged.  

- Please don't do this to me again, you don't even know what I went through - Rex said softly, tearfully in his eyes - I don't want to lose you anymore!  

- It's okay my commander, I promise I won't leave you again! - she replied  

Moments later, their lips began to move closer, creating a long kiss. Rex tore his lips off for a moment to whisper: 

- You still kiss great  

- I don't think you changed in 'these things' either - she said, with a distinctive smile on her face, and she ran her hand over Rex's body all the way to his cock.  

- Do you want to convice yourself?  

- I've had enough space on the ship, no one will disturb us there, and besides, everyone is around the campfire with the Ewoks right now - she replied, then added:  

- But before we go there, please kiss me now, my bearded man  

- As you wish, my lady!  

They both spent this delightful night together, they couldn't wait to do it again in their free time. They both wanted each other, and the feeling between them only made it stronger. In the first weeks of defeating the Empire, Ahsoka and Rex decided to help and support the rebuilding New Republic. Their tasks included the delivery and protection of supplies and fighting any Imperial troops encountered. Their faithful companion was Wolffe, Rex's last living brother.  

*  

In the transports, the soldiers made their time pleasant by talking about various topics. At some point there was an explosion, and after a while the voice of one of the commanders spoke:  

- Take positions! We must cover the destroyed vehicle and evacuate the wounded!  

Their convoy was ambushed. The vehicle in the lead was destroyed by a mine. After a while, shots rang out, stormtroopers appeared from almost every direction. They were also supported by several other people. They were probably bounty hunters or ordinary bandits.  

- They've surrounded us! Notify command, we need backup! - Ahsoka screamed  

- We have to get the wounded out! - Rex said  

- I'm coming for them! - yelled Wolffe and ran towards the transporter  

- Wait, it's dangerous! - shouting, Rex followed him  

Everyone was under enemy fire all the time, luckily the two clones managed to reach the injured.  

- Will you be able to go, soldiers?  

- We do, but the other one is worse - replied the driver of the vehicle, pointing to the seriously wounded soldier lying next to him. The explosion tore off his leg. Rex thought quickly and ordered:  

- Pick him up and hide behind the nearest cover, reinforcements are on their way!  

- What about you?! Are you crazy?! There are too many of them here! - replied Wolffe  

- I will cover you! I will join you when you find yourself behind cover! - Rex replied  

- Move! - Wolffe yelled  

As they retreated to other positions, Rex grabbed his blasters and fended off stormtroopers. He had already managed to kill several of them, and then he heard Ahsoka’s voice:  

- Everyone has already been evacuated behind covers, come back!  

Hearing her voice, Rex began to cautiously retreat towards his previous position. He killed every enemy he had in sight. Unfortunately, he didn't notice that one of the bounty hunters supporting the stormtroopers was equipped with a blaster sniper rifle and took up a position in one of the bushes, thus becoming invisible. Once Rex was close enough to the cover, he suddenly felt something go through his chest. The last time he felt such a thing on Saleucami when he was shot. After a while, he felt the same thing a second time. His step became slower and slower, then he fell limply to his knees, and then his body fell completely to the ground.  

- NO! - shouted Ahsoka, who ran to the lying Rex and dragged his body behind the cover. At that time, one of the soldiers tracked down the hidden sniper and fired from rocket launcher at him. Only the remains of the sniper were visible. Togruta leaned over the dying Rex and began to speak sobbing:  

- Please no! Rex, don't leave me alone! - she began to speak in a broken voice. Her eyes filled with tears  

- Please hold on a little longer!  

- I'm sorry, Ahsoka - he whispered - know I'll always love you - those were the last words he could say. After that, he closed his eyes, and his head fell limply.  

- No! - Ahsoka shouted, leaning over Rex's body  

- Where is the damn support?! - Wolffe asked aggressively, seeing what had just happened.  

After a few minutes, starfighters flew in and land support arrived. Unfortunately for Rex, it was far too late.  

*  

The last thing Rex saw was Ahsoka's face, which accompanied him in his final moments. Rex began to feel very strange, his surroundings suddenly began to be filled by darkness. He decided to try to get up. Surprisingly, he managed to do it, but the sight he saw was not pleasant. When he stood up, his own body appeared before his eyes, which had fallen limply after uttering his last words. He saw Ahsoka crying, bent over his body all the time, he saw the fight going on. At some point, he noticed a point of light. Rex decided to go towards him, he discovered that it was some kind of tunnel. He wasn't sure if he should go in there, but he felt he had to go in. After a few minutes of walking, a figure appeared before Rex's eyes. She was a beautiful, green-haired woman. The environment has also changed. Suddenly, fields of grass appeared around Rex and the unkown figure.  

- Who or what are you? And where am I? - Rex asked, slightly frightened  

- I am a Daughter, the guardian of the afterlife - she replied  

- So I really died? Is this what life after death looks like? - asked the clone curiously  

- Yes, your stay among the living is over. Eternal life is before you now as one with Force. And what you see is only a part of the world of the dead. There is also the dimension of the damned, which includes people who have done bad things and committed evil deeds all their lives. It is under the care of my brother, also called the Son. There is also a Father who supervises the dimension to which people whose further fate in the afterlife is unclear and also has control over the other dimensions of the afterlife - answered Rex's questions Daughter  

Rex listened to her very carefully, but he didn't understand one thing. How was he supposed to be one with Force? After all, only the Jedi were force sensitive.  

- I understand, but Daughter, I am a clone, how is it possible that I can be one with Force? I kept thinking that it was only the Jedi who were sensitive to the Force, and only they could bond with it - Rex said  

- Force is energy that is created by all living beings. It surrounds us, penetrates us and binds the whole Galaxy together. Yes, you are a clone, you may look the same, but in the Force, each clone is a different person, in each clone there is a Force. In every living being it is present.  

- Thank you for the explanation Daughter, but what am I to do now?  

- Now you have to follow me. But before we go, I have a question for you.  

- What question is that?  

- Would you like to look at your life?  

Rex was a little confused, despite his Daughter's answer, he didn't know what was happening now. After a moment's thought, he decided to answer:  

- Yes Daughter  

- Close your eyes and you'll see the course of your life - said the Daughter, who moved her hand when she saw Rex close his eyes.  

As the Daughter said, so it happened. After closing his eyes, Rex saw his whole life. From his "birth" on Kamino and his training, to the battles in which he participated. He also saw Order 66, living together with Wolffe and Gregor on Seelos, being find by Ahsoka, a lovely night on Endor, and finally seeing his own death. However, Rex paid the most attention to the moments he spent with Ahsoka. He saw their first kiss, "first time" and other romantic moments.  

- Daughter, you probably know that I love Ahsoka Tano, could I meet her? She's in a lot of pain right now - he asked  

- Unfortunately, this is not possible for you. Only people who have been trained to use the Force or have been a little more open to it can contact the living - the woman replied  

- I see - Rex said in a sad voice  

- Follow me now, I will lead you to others, they want to see you finally  

- What others?  

- Everyone you knew, who was close and important to you  

Rex began to follow the Daughter. At one point, he began to see other people who had long since died, including other clones, his brothers. Jesse ran up to him first and began to speak in a pleading voice:  

- Rex, please forgive me for what I did! I didn't want to kill you or Ahsoka. We weren't ourselves then, he controlled us - he said shaking  

- Okay Jesse, I forgive you, I know you would never do that. It was the fault of these chips.  

Right after that, Fives appeared next to Jesse.  

- Fives, I'm sorry we ignored you then. You were right about the fact that there is a conspiracy against the Republic and the Jedi, you were right about the true purpose of the chips. If I had listened to you then, maybe the tragedy could have been prevented - Rex said to Fives  

- Relax, Rex, I don't blame you, apparently that was the destiny. In the end, the Empire was defeated and Palpatine was killed - Fives replied, smiling  

- Oh Rex! You are finally here, we have been waiting for you! - Anakin stood next to the clones and added with a laugh:  

- You've aged a little  

- General Skywalker! Well, time can't be stopped. But the general still looks very young, literally like in the days of the Clone Wars - said an amazed Rex with a young-looking Anakin  

- If you want, you can be rejuvenated - Anakin suggested  

- I’d love to, general – replied Rex  

- By the way, you don't have to call me general, there's no more war - Anakin said, placing his hand on Rex's head. Rex felt the warmth of Anakin's hand, who said a few seconds later:  

- Now, now you are what you were in the days of the Clone Wars - Skywalker said with a smile  

- Thank you gene.... Anakin! - Rex thanked him  

Despite the joy that reigned here, sadness appeared on Rex's face. He missed Ahsoka.  

- You miss her? - said Obi-Wan, who joined him with Satine  

- Yes, she's suffering there now - Rex replied, then added - I see you've rejuvenated too Obi-Wan  

- Well, as you can see, I also took advantage of the benefits of Force - Kenobi said  

- Don't worry Rex, you'll be seeing her again in a while - Satine said - I missed Obi too, but finally the moment came when he came here too - the former duchess added, hugging Obi-Wan  

- So you're saying I have to wait?  

- Yes Rex - Anakin said  

- And how do you know about us? Rex asked  

- Sometimes we can look into the world of the living and see what's going on there - Obi-Wan explained  

*  

It's been a long time since Rex died. Nothing was the same anymore, his death affected Ahsoka and Wolffe greatly. Ahsoka became very introverted and started avoiding other people. She missed Rex so much. In her free time she looked at his armor. It remined her about him and all the moments they had lived together. She also enjoyed watching old videos and photos of herself with the fallen clone. Unfortunately, Ahsoka had a difficult mission ahead of her. She began to hear rumors of the return of Grand Admiral Thrawn, who had disappeared during the Battle of Lothal. So she began to search for all traces, maps, people that could lead her to capture Admiral Thrawn. She was alone in all this. Usually she could count on the support of Rex and the Ghost crew, but they were gone. Rex was dead, and every time she thought of him, she remembered how they swore to each other that they would never leave each other again. The Ghost crew split up. Hera became a general in the forces of the New Republic, Sabine stayed on Lothal, and Zeb and Kallus settled together on hidden Lasat’s planet. There was also Wolffe, but it is not entirely clear what he was doing now. He was in a very bad mental state after Rex's death. Ahsoka remembered how, the day after Rex's death, Wolffe vowed never to take prisoners again, but to kill everyone, especially the Imperial ones. He wasn't the same man he used to be. Wolffe was probably the last surviving clone. All his brothers were already dead. He felt very lonely. Some time later, Ahsoka heard rumors that Wolffe had attempted suicide. It is not known, however, whether this is true, because one day she found information that Wolffe was serving somewhere in the forces of the New Republic. Ahsoka continued to encounter new people along the way, who became her allies. However, she did not enter into a close relationship with them. She didn't want to suffer again after losing someone important. One of the people encountered was a Mandalorian named Din Djarin, who was caring for a child named Grogu, who was strongly sensitive to Force. He begged Ahsoka to train him as a Jedi. Ahsoka refused because she knew that Grogu would suffer greatly after possible Din Djarin’s death. In addition, he was Froce sensitive  so he could go to the dark side. Ahsoka knew what attachment and too close relationships lead to. She meant not only Anakin, but herself as well. That is why she avoided other people at all costs, making friends and formed only short-term alliances with the people she met. Some time has passed since meeting the Mandalorian again, and the Togruta has become even more dry and grumpy towards others. She was no longer the same person she used to be. One day she managed to find a star map in the ruins of the Temple of the Nightsisters. But she couldn't read it. Ahsoka knew only one person who could help her. It was Sabine Wren, the same Sabine with whom she had fought together against the Empire a few years ago. Unfortunately, new circumstances forced both women to meet and join forces. The conversation wasn't pleasant, but Sabine agreed to help an old friend anyway. Unfortunately, the Mandalorian took the map to her tower, which was contrary to what Ahsoka said. Togruta wanted Sabine to open the map on her ship, she didn't trust her. A long life of solitude and lack of contact with others changed Ahsoka a lot. She became distrustful, grumpy and introverted. Eventually, Ahsoka agreed to bring Sabine with her as her Padawan, and the two set off together to find Thrawn and two mysterious Fallen Jedi.  

*  

In the afterlife, time was meaningless. Every day looked the same. There was peace, there was no war, no one attacked anyone. Everyone lived happily except Rex, who watched what Ahsoka was doing. He didn't like who she had become. But he believed that by training Sabine, Ahsoka would be back to what she used to be, he believed that she would open up to other people again. While waiting for Ahsoka to come, Rex spent time with his brothers and others who were also in the heavens. Everyone reminisced about old times, told stories, stories about the adventures they experienced during their lives. Rex noticed that he was in an ideal world where there were no wars and everyone lived happily with each other.  

*  

Decades have passed since Ahsoka and Sabine set out to search for Thrawn. The threat to the Galaxy has been averted, the forces of Grand Admiral Thrawn, also known as the Heir to the Empire, have been destroyed once and for all. Peace reigned. Ahsoka rejoiced in her victory and defeat of evil, but her joy quickly faded. She realized she was lonely, no one was with her. Rex is gone. Despite the fact that many years have passed since his death, Ahsoka still suffered a lot. She remembered that day all the time. Sometimes she felt complicit in his death. Maybe she should run with them then? Maybe Rex would have survived and they could have lived happily together. Almost every night the Togruta was tormented by nightmares, she constantly dreamed of his death. One quiet day, Ahsoka began to feel strange. But in addition to this feeling, Morai, a Convor bird came to the Togruta, which was a gift from the Daughter. Ahsoka received it from her while on Mortis. Morai has always accompanied Ahsoka in important and difficult moments. She protected her. Ahsoka layed in her bed and watched her companion. Suddenly, she noticed that a woman appeared next to Morai. Ahsoka jumped out of bed and walked closer to see who it was. It was none other than the Daughter who spoke to her:  

- Hello Ahsoka! - she said in a calm voice  

- You are a Daughter! Why are you contacting me? - Ahsoka asked confused  

- Ahsoka, your life is over, I have come to take you to the afterlife, the world of the dead.  

- So I became one with the Force, now I know why I feel strange all the time today. It would also explain the arrival of Morai, as well as you Daughter - Ahsoka replied in a saddened voice  

- Yes, I see that Morai has served you well and protected you - said the Daughter, grasping the bird in her hand, and then added:  

- It's time for us, give me your hand and I will take you to the dimension where you will live forever happy and in peace  

- Yes, happy.... - Ahsoka said in a sad voice. She sighed, then grasped her Daughter's hand.  

- There is also someone waiting for you there who loves you very much and misses you - said the Daughter  

The Daughter's words shocked Ahsoka. Did this mean that Rex was waiting for her and, most importantly, loving her all the time? She didn't know what to think. And how is it possible that a clone could also become with the Force, after all, clones were not sensitive to Force. Only a Jedi could do that. Ahsoka was very confused by the whole situation and the Daughter's words. By this time, the pensive Togruta was already in the dimension of the dead. She started looking around and was shocked by what she was seeing. She saw everyone who had been dead for years, even people who had never been Jedi. After a while, she heard a familiar voice and a nickname she hadn't heard in years.  

- Hi Snips, you've aged a little - Anakin said  

- Anakin! - she shouted and ran to her former master  

- How is it possible that you look so young? - She asked - I don't understand any of this, the Jedi never said anything about existence of the afterlife!  

- Thanks to the Force, I decided to rejuvenate myself a little - Anakin said chuckling, before adding:  

- And I'm not the only one who decided to take advantage of this opportunity - he pointed at the group of people who were standing together. There were Obi-Wan, Wolffe, Yoda, Rex and a few others. The most important person Ahsoka noticed was Rex. He, too, looked young, like in the days of the Clone Wars. She looked at his body, his muscles, and his blonde hair. At some point, she remembered their first kiss, the moment they fell in love. Suddenly, Ahsoka felt a warm touch on her shoulder that snapped her from her musings. It was none other than Anakin, who said:  

- Well, now it's like the old days! You have been rejuvenated!  

Ahsoka began to look at her arms, legs, and the rest of her body. It looked like it was at the end of the siege of Mandalore  

- Thank you Skyguy! - She said, then started walking towards Rex  

Rex noticed that Ahsoka was walking towards him and decided to walk towards her as well. They both stood at a short distance from each other. It was like their reunion during the celebration at Endor.  

- Rex - Ahsoka began - do you still love me?    - Of course Ahsoka, I'm waiting for you here all the time. It took you so long, I thought you'd never come! 

- I thought only Jedi could be one with the Force. Why didn't you contact me as force ghost?    - I've always been here Ahsoka! Unfortunately, my abilities in Force do not allow me to contact the world of the living. But now I will ask you a question: Do you love me too, or have you forgotten me? 

Ahsoka, hearing the words, approached Rex. She started to wrap her arms around him. Rex did the same, grabbing her hips with one hand and touching her face with the other, then placed his hand on her shoulder. Their heads slowly moved closer to each other. Finally, Ahsoka and Rex's lips connected, thus forming a kiss. It lasted a long time. Ahsoka then whispered to Rex:  

- You don't even know how much I missed it. I love you too, Rex, and no, I've never forgotten you. You are the love of my life!  

- Now we will always be together and nothing will separate us! - said Rex in a soft voice, who then put his arm around the Togruta and they joined the group of their friends. The two were finally together and happy forever. Together with others, they rejoiced in the fact that they had forever restored peace to the Galaxy. Each of them fulfilled their destiny and thus contributed to building a better future of the Galaxy, in which future generations will live. Now everyone lived forever in peace and happiness, together with their friends, families and loved ones.

#star wars #the clone wars #ahsoka tano #captain rex #rexsoka #rexsoka fic #captain rex x ahsoka tano

[givemethatgold]

Fix’er Upper - Pt 15

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Talk of past abusive relationship, swearing

Length: 1.2k

Notes: Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, keep the story rollin’. More plot, lack of smut, surprise guests, it’s all coming together now I promise. Since tags don’t work for me, like AT ALL, I’m going to attempt a posting schedule! Which is laughable if you know how I story-board. Every Tuesday night at 7pm MDT

Series Masterlist

You needed to get laid.

No, not just laid. You needed to get fucking dicked down. 

You needed it so hard and rough that you couldn't walk the next day. 

It had been seven weeks. Seven weeks without an orgasm.

Sure, you'd tried to get off on your own fingers but after the delicious stretch from manual-labour-thickened digits how could yours ever compare? You had gone so far as to order a vibrator, something you’d never even consider for fear of getting caught, but your body always stalled out just on the cusp of an orgasm. 

You needed Frankie and you were going to get him,

Date night was back on the table, and hopefully, you'd be getting railed on said table before the end of the night. Frankie had been very reserved when you'd brought up the idea of a sleepover for Annie, but once Jacquie had assured him for the fifth time that she knew how to take care of children, seeing as she had four of them herself, he had agreed.

The scheduled day had arrived, legs were shaved, an amazing meal was cooked, and a sweet little babydoll dress was purchased that you knew would drive him crazy. You even went the extra mile and set up your old record player and had Johnny Cash crooning at you from the living room.

Finishing the final touches, you surveyed the table setting, trying to decide between using your nice plates to complete the aesthetic or just putting down plastic so you could sweep the table clear and mount your boyfriend on it without fear of broken ceramic. 

Finally deciding on the first option, presentation is everything after all, you were digging through your china cabinet when the doorbell rang. How formal of him, you thought to yourself, glad he was playing along with the unspoken mood you'd set for the night.

Opening the door, your gaze widened a comical amount and your jaw went slack. There was nothing in the world that could have prepared you for this.

"Close your mouth dear, before the flies get in."

"MOM?!"

It really shouldn't have shocked you, knowing the woman as well as you did, that she would show up unannounced like this. Ever since you'd let it slip that you and Frankie were in a relationship she'd been dropping hints that a visit was due, and you, not wanting to deal with her, had been blatantly changing the subject every time.

Then, Frankie had to go and tell her that an adorable little girl was now involved? That's not something she could ever resist, even if it wasn't exactly being offered to her.

Finally coming to terms with the fact that you weren't going to get railed tonight, and instead would be spending your week fending off your mother's well-meaning but entirely outdated advice, you opened the door wider and welcomed her into your home.

"Where's Dad?" You ask, glancing behind her onto the porch, noting a distinct lack of other vehicles. "Did you get a cab here?!"

"Sweetie, honestly, you know I don't like to drive and he doesn’t like to leave home," came her answer from your dining room where she was already adjusting your place settings to her standards. "Besides I wasn't sure how long you'd need me here for so I decided to fly and will just borrow your truck if need be."

So matter-of-fact, as if it was the simplest notion in the world, and said with such nonchalance, your mouth was back to hanging open again from the sheer audacity of the woman.

"Mom, no, wait, what?" You were floundering, completely at a loss for words. "Why would I need you here right now? I needed you when I was young, dumb, and blindly in love with Brad. I needed your guidance and concern when I was being manipulated-"

"Oh come on-" she tried to interrupt you with a wave of her hand.

"No! You keep trying to tell me he wasn't that bad but you weren't there. You didn't hear how he talked to me, how he treated me." You were over your shock, residual hurt and betrayal were now rearing their ugly heads. "Don't you shake your head at me! How dare you chose his side over mine! I was your daughter, your little girl," the words were getting stuck in your throat now, burning so hot with emotion you could almost see the pain they were inflicting as they landed on her ears. "and you chose to ignore the signs, the cries for help. You were only there for me when he died, but even then it was just to send your regards!"

"We really didn't know..." she answered in a small voice, so quiet it barely registered through the roaring in your ears.

"Denial, maybe? I don't think we could bear the thought of anything but a fairytale being true, so we willfully ignored the signs." She waited for a beat, probably giving you time to yell back at her but when you stayed silent she continued, "I don't think it truly sank in just how badly you'd been treated until you moved away. We thought quitting college was you just deciding you wanted to start a family. Then when you stopped calling friends and family, we hoped it was because you were making new ones. Then your weight loss and depression we blamed on infertility, and then again from the grief of his death." Lifting your head up and wiping away the tears that had streaked your cheeks, she smiled sadly at you while tears fell from her own eyes. "I'll never forgive myself."

"How could you not?" You sobbed, letting yourself sink onto a dining room chair.

Your mom tentatively made her way over to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and hugging your head to her stomach.

"Oh, Mom," you couldn't finish the sentiment, but you didn't need to. Springing up, you enveloped each other in a tight hug and rocked back and forth until the tears dried and your breathing was almost back to normal, save for the occasional hitch and sniffle.

Breaking apart, you were just about to ask if she wanted some tea when the front door flew open.

"Where's my pretty pus- oh! Oh."

"Frankie," you said calmly while your eyes screamed ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME at him, "this is my mother."

"So this is the handsome face behind that gruff voice!" God bless Margot and her ability to ignore the obvious, sometimes it actually came in handy. "And I suppose he's the second place setting for a lovely night I seem to have interrupted."

"Oh, no, Mom it's okay-"

"Nonsense! I'll check myself into the sweet little bed and breakfast I've booked for the week and see you both tomorrow!"

"It is nice to see you, Mom," you admitted, finding yourself meaning the words more than you expected to. "I'll meet you in town tomorrow and show you around?" Maybe having her here for a while would be nice, if the week went as well as tonight had, your relationship with her would be salvaged.

"You really don't need to do that, you just got here!" Frankie tried to reassure her, having noticed the red, swollen, tear-streaked faces and assuming there was unfinished conversation to be had.

You knew your mom was immovable once she had made up her mind, however, so you just followed her to the door and handed her her coat and your truck keys.

"Marvelous!" She pats your hand in thanks before a sly smile quirks her mouth up to the side and she winks, "Have a good night, Pretty Pussy!"

Part Sixteen

#frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #fankie catfish morales x f!reader #frankie catfish morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fanfic #fix'er upper

[mimisempai]

Do you really care for me or is it just a trick?

Summary:

Loki, destabilized by the versatile behavior of Mobius, can't figure out if the man really cares about him or if Loki is just a means to an end for him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32050993

1392 words - Rating G

"Look, I know you have a soft spot for broken things."

Loki, with his head pressed against the door, managed to hear a few fragments of the conversation between Mobius and Ravonna, the judge of the TVA who seemed to be his superior.

"But Loki is an evil, lying scourge.

Loki couldn't even blame her for saying that, she was just one in a long list of people who thought they knew him.

"That is the part he plays on the Sacred Timeline."

Especially since for this "world" -he didn't even know what to call it- it was apparently his destiny. So here even less than anywhere else, no one would try to find out if he was someone else.

"Maybe he wants to mix it up."

Until this particular odd man.

The first person to question his destiny.

Loki didn't understand Mobius. He seemed convinced that Loki was someone else and yet believed hard that the Time Keepers and all that crap was real.

Mobius was to Loki a strange mixture of candor and trickery.

He had never met anyone like that.

"Sometimes you get tired of playing the same part."

If he only knew...

Hearing nothing more distinct, Loki returned to sit where Mobius had left him.

He had to admit that once again the man had read him perfectly, and that scared him a little. No one until now had really been able to see beyond his antics.

He had to try to take control, he couldn't let anyone see his flaws. The other man had already seen too much.

So when Mobius came out of his superior's office, Loki went straight on the attack.

He jumped around the advancing man and tried to lock him in a stream of words, "You're probably wondering what happened out on the mission. That was your first lesson in catching a Loki. Half the fun of being a trickster is knowing everyone knows you're a trickster, and then, many of your tricks can come from exploiting the fact that you know that they know..."

Mobius raised his arms to stop him, "Okay. Just… just shut up!"

Oh, this was getting interesting, for the first time, the man was breaking out of his smile and showed an uncontrolled emotion.

Oblivious to what was going on in Loki's head, he continued, "Please. What happened to the guy I met on the elevator? Who didn't like to talk. Remember him? Now I'm stuck with this guy who won't stop yacking away about what makes a Loki tick!"

What a hypocrite, he was the one who had told him that he wanted to know what makes a Loki tick. And now that he had it, he didn't want it anymore?

Loki asked him, "What? Isn't that precisely why I'm here?"

Mobius, annoyed, replied, "No. I don't care what makes you tick. You're here to help me catch the superior version of yourself."

This was it.

Loki should have known better.

It had been another smoke and mirrors. Mobius had only told him that, made him think he was interested in Loki, to achieve his goal. Loki was only a means to an end.

He wouldn't show him. Loki wouldn't show him that he was troubled.

Mobius added to make his point,"That's it!"

Loki tried to stop him, "Hang on. I'm not sure 'superior' is actually quite the right word."

They stopped in front of the elevator, face to face.

Mobius got even more annoyed and retorted, "See? There it is. Right there. I believed, stupidly, that insecure need for validation would motivate you to find the killer. Not 'cause you care about the TVA mission or bein' a hero, but because you know this Variant is better than you and you can't take it."

Wow, talk about a low blow.

Loki smiled, deceptively of course and replied, "Very nice."

Then he approached Mobius, and adjusted the man's tie as he spoke, "I mean, it is adorable that you think you could possibly manipulate me.  I'm ten steps ahead of you. I've been playing a game of my own all along."

If Mobius believed that he was Loki as the world saw him, willing to whore himself out to get what he wanted, well, he'd let him believe it.

Mobius replied, that familiar smirk on his lips, "What, charm your way in front of the Time-Keepers, hustle them, and seize control of the TVA?"

Well done Loki. Mobius has proven to you once again that men and gods are all the same.They don't care who you are, they just want to fool you. You are not disappointed.

"Am I getting warm? A double cross by history's most reliable liar." Mobius added while going to call the elevator.

However, in spite of all this, something didn't add up. If Loki was just a means to an end for Mobius, then why bother defending him like that in front of Ravonna?

Loki couldn't help but ask him, "Okay. Why are you in there sticking your neck out for me?"

Mobius came back to him and replied vehemently, "I'll give you two options, and you can believe whichever one you want. A, because I see a scared little boy shivering in the cold. And you kinda feel bad for that ice runt. Or B, I just wanna catch this guy, and I'll tell you whatever I need to tell you."

Wow, when Mobius was pissed, he didn't mince words. But no matter how much it hurt, no matter how condescending it sounded, Loki wanted to believe in answer A. To believe that, as Loki thought just before, Mobius was the person who was able to see who Loki was.

But that meant doing something Loki had never done.

Trusting.

As the elevator doors closed, he couldn't help but make another brash statement, "I don't need your sympathy," because he wasn't going to be pitied.

Mobius replied in a tired tone, "Good, 'cause I'm runnin' out of it."

Loki continued on, "I have a tendency to provoke this reaction in-"

"Oh once again, shut up!"

Loki replied with a mocking smile on his lips, "Make me."

And it was as if a dam broke in Mobius.

He grabbed Loki's tie to pull him to him and before the god had time to wonder what he was doing, Mobius leaned in and placed his lips against Loki's.

The kiss was sweet but messy, their lips moved together repeatedly, both coordinated and chaotic. Just like them.

Mobius didn't pull back until Loki grabbed the front of his shirt and squeezed the fabric in both hands. Mobius looked at him and couldn't help but laugh as they bumped noses together, a flush spread across Loki's cheeks and nose, which contrasted with the paleness of his skin in the dim light of the elevator.

Loki stared at him with wide eyes and a stunned look.

It seemed that Mobius had succeeded in silencing him.

Mobius let go of him, smiled, and went out the doors that had just opened.

Loki held him back by the sleeve.

"Wait, what was that for?"

Mobius put a finger over Loki's mouth before telling him, "Well, you asked me to make you shut up, mission completed."

Loki lost his smile and asked in a lower voice, "Was it just for that reason?"

Mobius pushed a strand of Loki's hair behind his ear, then as he walked back, he replied in a mysterious tone, "Who knows?"

Loki ran behind him until he was walking beside him, closer than before.

"You know that's not going to stop me from talking, right?"

He knew he was trying to hold on to a twig, but he couldn't help but hope.

Mobius turned his head towards him and said, a playful sparkle in his eyes, "I sure hope so, the more you talk, the more I'm going to want to shut you up, and now that I know how, I'm not going to stop myself from doing it."

"And that' s me the God of Mischief...?!!"

Loki rolled his eyes, but his smile wouldn't fool anyone, and it didn't fool Mobius, who just gave him a little nudge with his shoulder.

So for now, Loki decided to let go, just a little, to let hope take a little place in his heart.

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The whole serie here : The story of Loki and Mobius

Not beta'd

I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#loki #mobius m mobius #lokius #loki x mobius #getting together #sort of #shut up - make me #loki spoilers

[ssamie]

seven. “pretty boy”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist.           suicide freak!

"and why did you disappear for two days straight?!" kunikida exclaimed "what could you have possibly been doing all those times you've skipped work?!"

she simply smiled as she hummed under her breath, blatantly ignoring the man. "i told you i had school, kunikida-kun" she said with a soft chuckle

"i know that. i've already let that go since the president approved of it, but your absence is always messing up my schedule!" kunikida grumbled in annoyance as he slammed his hand on her desk.

"you are my partner and you have to work with me and not slack off all the time!"

"are you even listening?!" kunikida shrieked

"of course" she answered mindlessly. she simply stared at the phone she was holding with a cutesy grin and a small blush on her cheeks. "kenma-kun is so adorable! i truly couldnt ask for a better suicide partner!" she gushed 

kunikida irked a brow while atsushi simply sighed. 

"are you seriously following the poor guy around?" atsushi asked "that's kind of wrong you know" he said 

kunikida gritted his teeth and grasped her by the shoulders. "that is what you waste your time on rather than doing your work?!" kunikida exclaimed angrily 

he started shaking her violently, though she still had the same dumb grin on her face as she sluggishly chanted kenma's name 

"oya? would you look at the time, kunikida-kun!" she chimed. she pointed to the wall clock, displaying the time. 7:30. "i have to get to school! bye-bye!" she waved 

suddenly, just before she could exit the door, she turned around to look at him. her eyebrows furrowed as a look of concern painted itself on her features. 

"hey, kunikida-kun" she called out

kunikida glanced at her with gritted teeth, but didn't respond. 

"you should ease down, you know?" she cooed "i heard if you're too neurotic, you'll get lots of wrinkles and your aging becomes accelerated" she said with a hum 

kunikida calmed himself down as he sent her a curious yet wary look. "is that true?" he asked 

"oh, you should take notes" she urged him 

complying, he pulled out his notebook and began writing down. "if you're too neurotic..." he voiced out as he wrote "your aging will-" 

"im messing with you" she admitted nonchalantly 

a loud snap could be heard, emitting from the pen he was holding which was now broken in half.  "bastard! stop ridiculing me!" kunikida exclaimed 

just as the heel of his shoe could hit her, she skillfully dodged and stepped out of the room.  "hehe, see you later~" she cooed as she waved them goodbye 

as kunikida went back to screaming and whining about his good-for-nothing partner, atsushi could only watch in dread and confusion 

atsushi sweat dropped, hesitantly lowering his head on his desk as he muttered under his breath. 

"i really wonder why those two are partners" 

"oya oya. you sure are late, ms. manager" kuroo mused 

she simply laughed in response and waved him off "sorry. i had some things to take care of" she said  "has fukurodani arrived yet?" she asked as she fiddled with the bandages on her neck 

"yeah, they're in the gym. we were waiting for you so we stayed out here for a while" kuroo said 

kenma sent her a longing glance, though he stood still while clutching his PSP in hand.  call him dramatic, but a minute has passed and she hasn't greeted nor tried to convince him on a double suicide yet. 

it was unnerving. 

"oya? you look peeved, kenma" kuroo whispered to him . the bedhead captain smirked teasingly as kenma huffed in annoyance. 

"shut up, kuroo" kenma whispered back 

then finally, she noticed him. she shot him a loopy grin and a wave

"oh, kenma!" she beamed "i have a pretty funny story" kenma smiled and nodded, urging her to continue with her 'funny story' 

"so last night, i tried to put the toaster in my bathtub!" 

noticing her loud and distinctive voice, and her ever so lovely suicidal tales, nekomata let out an amused chuckle. he lead fukurodani's two managers over to the girl. 

"but my power got cut off." she sulked, though kenma just listened along, completely unbothered 

"so i tried again this morning! but ranpo-san stole my toaster-" 

"this is y/n! she's nekoma's newest manager. so far, she's been doing a pretty good job." nekomata chimed in "hi! we're fukurodani's managers!" they greeted 

she excused herself away from kenma, much to his displeasure 

she sent the girls a smile and a wave "hey, i.." she trailed off. the girls look at her curiously as her eyes seemed to follow a certain dark haired setter. 

"i..think i have found the most beautiful boy i've ever laid my eyes on!" she exclaimed. her eyes seemed to sparkle as she studied each inch he had to offer from head to toe. 

"oh, akaashi-kun?!" one of the managers squealed excitedly

"you have good taste, y/n-chan! wanna talk to him?" the other girl asked 

"oh boy, do i?" she grinned as she prance around happily "i have a very important question to ask him!" 

as she and the two managers made their merry way over to akaashi, kuroo and kenma stayed behind watching them. kuroo chuckled and nudged the pudding-head. "heh. looks like you've been replaced" he said 

"y/n found a new boy to- um.. kenma?" kuroo sweatdropped 

kuroo grinned nervously as he watched kenma scrunch his face up in distaste, looking quite agitated as he gave akaashi a nasty glare. 

kenma gritted his teeth as he watched his girl-friend getting hyped up by the girls to talk to the setter. 

"oh no.. is y/n gonna pop the question to their setter?" yaku said as he caught sight of the girl creeping up behind akaashi 

"i think she's just saying hi.." kai intervened with his usual kind smile 

"no.. most likely not" yaku hummed 

she bit back a grin as she tapped akaashi on the shoulder. the setter perked up as he put away his bottle. he looked back to meet sparkling (e/c) colored eyes. 

"oya? can i help you with anything?" akaashi asked 

"akaashi-kun, this is y/n-chan! she's nekoma's manager!" the girls said 

akaashi nodded and bowed politely "nice to meet you, y/n-san. my name is akaashi keiji" 

she wordlessly took his hand in her bandaged ones, much to his surprise. though akaashi still managed to keep his stoic expression despite the soothing touches she left on his skin. 

"i have finally found a reason to live.." she started off dramatically "a reason to live? no! a reason i've kept living until now!" she exclaimed 

she looked up at him with sparkling eyes, filled with endearment and admiration. "that's right! i've lived to this day so i can go on a double suicide with you!" 

akaashi raised his eyebrows in surprise, while the entirety of nekoma simply bowed in apology from behind her. 

"i-is that so?" akaashi asked, a small chuckle emitting from his lips "yes! im sure of it!" she said "ah, mon amour~" she cooed 

"double suicide?" akaashi muttered in confusion "feel free to do it on your own..?" 

"well, maybe don't do it at all, actually" akaashi said with a soft chuckle.

"a double suicide is not possible alone!" she countered 

akaashi blinked and looked up at nekoma, who were still silently apologising. the dark haired setter looked at her in concerned and asked, "are you in need of a therapist or perhaps someone to talk to, y/n-san?" 

"why would you ask that, mon amour?" she smiled nervously 

"im quite concerned for you." akaashi said "and if you don't, i'd be happy to refer you one." he offered 

she silently stared at him with a smile, him doing the same. his hands were still in hers as they looked at each other in silence. she then flushed a soft pink as she dramatically covered her face with her hands. 

"ah! your vitality is blinding!" she exclaimed 

akaashi simply laughed and nodded along, slightly amused by her crazy and bubbly persona. 

"AKGAAASHII!" bokuto's loud voice called out 

"bokuto-san.." akaashi responded, looking back to meet eyes with his overly energetic friend running towards them 

"oh my" she said with a hum. she simply watched as the gray haired boy slapped his hand on akaashi's back. 

"hey hey hey!" bokuto cheered "did you see my totally awesome spike just now, akaashi?!" bokuto asked, followed by a loud and booming laugh 

"im sorry bokuto-san, but i didn't" akaashi said in his usual monotonous voice. almost instantly, bokuto's mood dropped. his hair drooped as a frown etched itself on his face. 

"r-really?" he sniffled with a pout 

"i saw it." she chimed in 

bokuto then grinned, successfully breaking out of his dejected mode. his head snapped towards her, a proud and happy look on his face. 

"is that so? so you saw how i broke through those blocks?! did you?!" bokuto asked eagerly 

she laughed softy, covering her mouth with her hands, as she nodded. "that's right." she said "i don't think i've seen anyone spike that hard. so far, atleast" 

akaashi sweat dropped as he watched bokuto cheer happily, repeatedly chanting his 'hey hey hey' catchphrase as he does so. 

"you shouldn't butter him up so much, y/n-san" akaashi said "though im very grateful. i'd have to resort in not setting to him until he snapped out of it, once again." he chuckled 

she grasped his hands in hers again and sighed dreamily "ah! your decisiveness is even more blinding!" 

"ehem. y/n." kenma chimed in. he fake coughed as he sneakily glared at their hands. "we need you back on our team." he said 

"right, right" she sighed 

"well then, hopefully, i'll see you both later" she said as she waved bokuto and akaashi goodbye 

"it was nice to meet you, y/n-san" akaashi smiled at her

she blinked rapidly as she studied the angelic boy infront of her. "ah! your beauty is truly blinding!" she exclaimed, dramatically holding out her hand to touch his face 

though, before her skin can make contact with his, kenma was already pulling her away. 

"you shouldn't waste your time of day flirting around with guys you see." kenma said in a quiet voice. he kept an emotionless expression as he guided her back to the bench. 

"hmm. i see" she said. she smirked as she studied his tense shoulders and the agitated aura flowing out of him. 

"ne, kenma-kun" she called out "what made you think i was flirting with akaashi?" she asked tauntingly 

kenma stopped in his tracks and side eyed her "huh? well you were-" 

"or better yet.." she cut him off "why are you so bothered?" she smirked "are you perhaps jealous, kenma-kun?" she asked with a teasing hum 

kenma flinched and looked away to avoid her eyes. "no.. why would you say that?" 

"its not like i have any reason to be, anyways" kenma said 

she smiled knowingly and shrugged. "well, i guess you're right." she mused "after all, you're just a friend. i can look for many more and ask others to join me on my goal of a double suicide." 

kenma furrowed his brows at her awfully unfiltered and hurtful words. he stared at her back as he watched her walk away. 

"why.." he muttered 

"hm?" she hummed, sparing him a glance as she took a seat on the bench. 

kenma walked up to her, his hands laying limp on his sides as he lowered his head.  "why would you say that?" he muttered 

she softly smiled as she leaned back on the seat. "why wouldn't i?" she mused 

"b-because!" kenma exclaimed, it was a bit louder than he had intended. the boys of nekoma looked at them from the other side of the gym. 

kuroo chuckled in amusement while the others look at him in confusion "what's happening?" yaku asked  "dunno, yakkun. maybe a lover's quarell or something" kuroo said jokingly 

"ooohh! they're lovers?!" lev asked excitedly 

"idiot." yaku muttered 

kenma racked his brain for the right words to say while she simply watched him with a smile. 

"yare yare, don't beat yourself up about it" she sneered "after all, im just messing with you" she said with a small chuckle 

kenma pouted at her. he stuffed his hands in the side of his shorts and turned away. "you're so mean." he said with a frown 

"eh?? i was just joking!" she exclaimed as she pulled him back by his arm, forcing him to sit next to her. "after all, i'd never replace you!" she squealed loudly as she latched her arms around him. 

"never never never!" she chanted repeatedly as she nuzzled her cheek along his hair 

kenma groaned as he felt himself getting tossed and tugged around like a doll, once again. 

"i won't let you go until we both drop dead!" she exclaimed loudly. she had a blush on her face, paired with a dreamy smile "ah! imagine dying alongside each other!" 

she squeezed kenma even tighter, possibly crushing his ribs and windpipe. "ah! i wouldn't have it any other way!" she exclaimed with teary eyes

"o-okay, i get it!" kenma wheezed 

he pushed her away and gently massaged his aching body. "geez. keep doing that and you'll kill me before you can have your awfully anticipated double suicide" he said 

he then walked away, back towards the team by the court. as she fully registers his words, she blinked in shock and looked at his retreating figure. 

"does that mean you'll go on a double suicide with me?" she asked 

"dont get your hopes up." 

leaving her behind, kenma walked up to the team, ignoring their painfully obvious stares. 

"what." he spat out, sending his teammates an irritated look. 

"oh, nothing. nothing at all~" kuroo mused, a small smirk grazing his lips 

kenma sighed and picked up a ball, blatantly ignoring kuroo and yamamoto who were now hovering over his shoulder 

"nice job, kenma! you finally snagged a girl!" yamamoto cheered "please go away" kenma muttered 

kuroo laughed and slung his arm around him. "don't worry kenma, no other boy will be taking up your lady's attention" he mused. kenma sighed and turned away from them. 

"again, please go away" 

it was the end of the day, and fukurodani was settling in an Inn a block down from nekoma. "wanna eat out today? i can call over some people from the other team" kuroo asked them 

"yeah! im so hungry!" yamamoto whined 

"are you coming, y/n-senpai?" inouka asked her 

she simply smiled and nodded. "sure, i'd love to-" 

though she cut herself off as she felt some minimal movement and a pressure nearing her face. she quickly grasped whatever it is in her hand just before it could fully pierce her skin. 

"oya? what’s this?" she muttered with a hum 

"e-eh?? y/n-senpai is that a knife?!" lev shrieked in fear, making the others look her way. 

sure enough, she was standing there, holding a dagger by the hilt. the said dagger pointed to her face. 

"why do you have that?" kenma asked, a hint of panic and worry in his tone 

"well, i was sure it came from nowhere, really" she replied nonchalantly. she pulled the blade away, revealing a small shallow cut on the side of her cheek. a lone drop of blood dripped down from the wound.

she wiped it off with the back of her hand, causing the white bandages to stain a crimson red. 

"what do you mean?" yaku asked, now also worried. 

"well, it came from that direction-" she stopped herself as another dagger came flying towards her. though she used the one in her hand to skillfully block it before it could hit her. 

"oi! who the hell threw that?!" yamamoto exclaimed angrily. the boy looked around the empty street, trying to see who would dare try to hurt their friend. 

"hmm." she hummed thoughtfully, twirling the dagger in her hand. 

"plotting as usual?" a voice called out 

the boys watched in confusion as she perked up from the sound, a look of dread and agitation looming her features. 

"that voice.." she muttered, her face slightly scrunched up 

"its been quite long, and seeing you like this.." he said "soft, vulnerable, wounded.."

"its quite laughable. won't you agree, y/n?" chuuya sneered

she simply gagged and threw the dagger away. "gross! man, gross!" she whined out 

"i like that reaction" chuuya replied nonchalantly "it makes me wanna strangle you." 

she simply gritted her teeth as she watched him in agitation. her eye twitched every so often as he walked towards her. 

kuroo butted in, a look of confusion in his face. "um, sorry but who the hell is this?" he asked with a scoff 

kuroo looked down at chuuya, who simply ignored him and made his merry way towards the girl. 

"did you miss me, you suicidal brat?" chuuya spat out with a laugh 

she simply groaned and hugged kenma's arm as a way to scurry away from chuuya. 

"ugh. ew."

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[dumblydork]

Summer

Hello! I am SO sorry for having gone MIA all of a sudden on Tumblr and Ao3, but life caught up once exams ended and I was in a deep, dark place for sometime. But not to worry, because I'm definitely better now, and finally got over my writer's block/unmotivation (if that's a word) and what better way to start off writing again if not with a Hinny fic?

As usual, I hope you enjoy this sort of non-magic alternate universe, maybe a modern meet-cute of sorts? From the one and only Ginny Weasley's perspective, of course.

Again, you can find my Ao3 right here where I post quite fluffy Wolfstar one shots!

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The summer was harsh in Cornwall, which was where Ginny's family home was situated. She went up to university in London, just having recently finished her second year in Drama. Last summer, she was on a long trip with her best friend Luna, and hadn't been able to make it down to be with her family. But this year, she fully intended to spend as much time as possible with them, even if her older twin brothers were being annoying arses.

"Fred, George, just wipe the bloody tables already!" She screamed, exasperated, even though the twins were not even 20 feet away. The only unique cafe-by-day/restaurant-by-night was owned by Ginny's family. It was a quaint place, serving the best coffee to tourists and locals alike, along with not such a sharply contrasted cosy restaurant theme the place adopted when the sun went down.

And currently, the cafe was a few hours away from opening as a restaurant, and was left in the care of Ginny and her older twin brothers. She had another older brother after the twins, but he was off with his university friends (being an year older) and had even MORE older brothers ranked above the twins. Her oldest brother Bill, worked as a vet in New York, also where the second brother Charlie worked as an art curator. The third brother Percy was currently obtaining his PhD in some sort of Math which Ginny was too 'humanities' to understand (in Percy's own words, that subject bigot). The brothers after Percy, twins Fred and George were as stated, being annoying prats but worked in some sort of prank shop, much to their mother and Percy's chagrin (Between us and her, Ginny never understood why Percy felt a need to voice this opinion, because if Ginny also opened her mouth to provide an opinion on every single thing under the sun, working in a prank shop was perfectly acceptable).

Finally the last brother Ron went to university in Devon, having recently finished his degree in Astronomy combined with Philosophy, and that was it. Growing up with 6 older brothers, Ginny was significantly hot tempered, a trait often made fun of because of her (and her whole family's) flaming red hair.

"Oh for God's sake the two of you, just shut up if you don't want to do any work!" She finally snapped, causing two identical pairs of brownish eyes to look at her.

"Okay!" They smirked, before actually rushing away to the back of the cafe. Ginny sighed, wondering for the tenth time that afternoon why she bothered to come down here in summer. The twins, despite being her favourite, were useless gits-

"Ginny! Where are Fred and George?" Her mother's voice flew out from the front of the store, removing Ginny from her trail of thoughts, where Molly stood with hands laden with grocery bags. Her father, Arthur, she saw outside from the huge floor to ceiling windows, was unloading the boot of their car of more paper bags.

"They ran away after being absolutely useless gits." She muttered angrily, almost aggressively wiping a glass and placing it on the shelves behind her.

Her mother let out a long suffering sigh, but nevertheless joined Ginny in tidying up the cafe. "They're quite irresponsible." Molly sighed, wiping down tables at a superhuman speed.

"Mum if it's okay, can I join Ron and his friends at the party happening down at the beach?" Ginny asked apprehensively. The question had been burning at the back of her mind since the morning when Ron actually invited her to the beach party being thrown by one of the local boys. He had brought his uni friends and girlfriend down from Devon, and Ginny had already met Hermione, Ron's soulmate, if their behaviour was anything to go by.

Being in an all girls school, Ginny practically grew up with her girlfriends gushing about boys and celebrities, often almost swooning like some Victorian women when boys from the neighbouring school passed by their grounds.

However, Ginny was smart- if having six brothers had taught her anything, it was that boys were annoying, and only a few handful of them were actually decent. But now, looking at how close Ron and Hermione were, Ginny was starting to long for her own sort of romance. It had been over a year since she broke up with her first and only boyfriend Dean. She was convinced the breakup had solidified her stance on relationships, which was that relationships were okay but there was no need to actively look for one. Ron and Hermione's lovey dovey-ness was revolting, but uncharacteristically had Ginny pining away for her love story as well. Not that she'd ever admit it, of course.

"Well there's nothing really to do, and if it's busy there's a lot of pairs of hands to help. So sure, go on." Molly finally said and Ginny could almost fist pump, if it wasn't for the wet rag she was holding.

The evening rolled around quicker than Ginny anticipated, and before she knew it, her and Hermione stood in Ginny's small attic bedroom, getting ready for the party. "So, tell me, how was Dean?" Hermione asked, looking behind at Ginny through the mirror, where the younger girl stood blinking away extra mascara.

"Oh well, he was alright. Nothing like fireworks or sparkle." Ginny flushed slightly as she processed her own words. Oh, how she sounded like a lovestruck 12 year old.

However, Hermione didn't seem to mind. She simply grinned. "I'm sure with the right person it's more than just sparkles and fireworks." Hermione winked, and Ginny wondered if there was more to the statement than she understood. However, Hermione was already done with the topic, now going on about her course and what plans Ginny had for after university.

They walked downstairs, finding Ron standing at the door, his eyes glued to Hermione as she walked down the stairs. To be fair, Hermione definitely looked stunning- even if it was for a casual beach party. Ginny noted slightly bitterly to herself how the simplest pair of jeans and top could make one gorgeous to the right eyes. She breathed deeply as Ron wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, the girlfriend in question smirking back at Ginny as she followed them. Okay, very confusing.

The walk to the beach from the cafe was short, and there was already a bonfire going in the distance, with some upbeat song playing from someone's phone. "So, where is Harry and everyone else?" Hermione asked, looking around. Ron still had a hand in Hermione's as the two of them looked around for who had to be Ron's friends. "Neville!" Ron suddenly yelled good naturedly, as a tall guy walked towards the three of them with a big grin on his face.

"Ron! Hermione!" Neville hugged each of them in turn, smiling broadly at Ginny.

"Neville, this is my younger sister Ginny. Ginny, that's one of our friends from uni, Neville." Ron introduced. Ginny waved, which was returned by Neville.

"Is your girlfriend here as well?" Hermione asked, to which Ron added, "Oh, do we finally get to meet the elusive To-Be-Mrs. Longbottom?"

Perhaps having noticed Ginny's confusion, Neville clarified. "These two here haven't had the chance to meet my girlfriend- well, fiance as of a week, yet. In answer to your question Ron, no, she unfortunately couldn't make it. But she's been inviting the two of you over for dinner since ages." He turned to Ron.

"Actually yeah, we should definitely go. Anybody seen Harry?" Ron asked, looking around the small crowd of people. Ginny moved away from the couple to sit next to the fire, and grab a cold beer in the process.

She had just made herself comfortable slightly away from the warm fire when a figure sat down next to her, causing shivers to go up her left side. "Hi, you must be Ginny." The figure spoke and Ginny looked to the source of the voice, to be met by the unruliest mop of black hair she had ever seen on a human, and twinkling green eyes. In the soft light from the fire, they glowed slightly amber.

"I am. But I don't think I've met you?"

Ginny didn't get an answer because Ron's voice interrupted them. "Harry, you came!" He shouted, the figure (Harry) getting up to tackle Ron in a hug.

"Of course I did, getting sloshed at your best mate's beach party is always infinitely better than home." Harry grinned, and Ginny started to feel her heart race.

"I see you've met Ginny." Ron said, sitting down in between her and Harry.

"I just did, yeah." Harry smiled mischievously. They had moved closer to the fire, and in the brighter light, Harry's face was more distinct. And boy was he fit. The hair, even though messy, was not unattractive (quite the opposite), and his face was slightly round, made rounder by the permanent grin which seemed to reside there. And his eyes were covered by round glasses, reflecting off the orange from the fire.

"Well anyway, Gin, this is Harry, my best mate from university. He just made it down here to Cornwall." Ron said, and suddenly got up to fetch more drinks, but Ginny didn't miss the glares Hermione was shooting Ron from across the fire.

"Do you reckon we go a bit further away?" Ginny, being so busy interpreting the look Hermione was giving Ron, hadn't noticed the boy had shifted closer to her.

"Uh, sure." She found herself slightly tongue tied, staring into green amber.

"Brilliant, Let's go?" Harry got up, and lent Ginny a hand. She took it, and a slight warmth, probably not from the fire, ran down her spine when their hands remained connected.

They walked away from the party, not too far that a search team would be required, but just far enough to hold a conversation in peace. The music slightly played in the background, a slower guitar theme, and Ginny turned around to see Ron and Hermione swaying around the fire, the brightest smile settled on both their faces. Ginny simply let out a happy sigh, attention darting down to entwined hands.

"So, Ron tells me you're in drama?" He asked, as they sat down near the water with their legs bent, just that the waves touched their toes and washed back.

"Yes, I am, final year now. Although I haven't heard a lot about you?" Ginny teased. Harry simply chuckled, a sound she realised she found much more attractive than she should have.

"Well it's a shame since I am his best mate but, Harry Potter, third year medic, at your service." He lightly bowed his head, eliciting a giggle out of the girl.

"Medicine huh, that definitely sounds hectic." She commented, as her fingers drew an absent minded pattern in the sand separating their sitting figures.

"I also captain the football team." He replied, eyes shining with humor. Ginny looked up, wondering if it was a coincidence that the man she found extremely fit also checked off all her criterion of 'boyfriend'.

"Oh- well I don't know how you found the time to be here, what with studying and football." Ginny smiled. Harry looked back at her, eyes boring into her brown ones. "Only because I was told someone stunning was going to be here." He said in a lower voice. Ginny flushed under the stare.

"I'm sure having those feelings for your best mate's girlfriend is not a good idea." She teased, feeling some confidence seeping into her. Harry scooted closer, placing a hand on Ginny's.

"And what if I said they weren't for the girlfriend, but for the sister?" His eyes darted down to her lips, her own pulse quickening. Then continuing with her sudden confidence, she unconsciously leaned in, her lips just millimeters away from Harry's. "The sister would definitely like that because she thinks you're extremely fit too." Ginny whispered, her lips just brushing against Harry's before he closed the distance completely.

The two of them sat there, away from the party, lips moving in slow sync as if they were doing the communicating. Getting to know each other in silent movements, a dance of attraction and dominance. Thee music faded in the background, as behind her closed eyes Ginny saw stars, and faintly made out the sound of fireworks exploding behind them. Not that she'd admit it to anyone, of course.

But in that moment, it was just her, Harry and the cool water playing with their feet. And when they finally pulled apart, Ginny secretly swore that she saw her reflection in green pools glow and sparkle.

Not that she'd ever admit it, obviously.

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Okay, I hope you guys enjoyed that! I wrote that when I was half asleep, so I'm not even sure if most of it makes sense haha.

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Howl

I said I'd make this a fic because people got the okie-doke with the fic within a fic. Still funny idc 😂😂 Oh, and this is horror.

T'challa's chest heaved in the dim light of the basement. His mind swirled with fearful thoughts. He was afraid of himself and what he knew he might do. He pleaded with his heart to stop pounding and the ache hammering in his temples to cease. He'd sweated through his clothing. It clung to his salty, dark and smooth skin. Sweat dripped from his forehead, from his brow, down his neck.

"Baba," he pleaded to the lonely light source above, dizziness setting in, cementing his high fever. He was seeing doubles. It felt like he was dying but he knew better than that. "Help me stop it, baba," he cried. His arms were cuffed and tied behind him. On top of that he was chained and tethered inside of an engineered metal cage. "Ancestors.. please," he sighed fatigued, "I beg of thee. Purge me of this curse. Guide me! If not, then reinforce these bars so that I must stay here.."

Even as he was speaking his request, he felt his mind slipping. There were moments when he could not remember what he'd last thought of or said. Small details were escaping his memory at a quick rate. His sanity was beginning to flee him. "Nalani," he whispered in deep mourning, "I am truly sorry."

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The moon, fully round and white rose high in the jet black sky and Nalani drove on the highway getting as far as she could away from her beloved fiance with much regret and pain in her gut. She wanted nothing more than to hold T'Challa through his ordeal and soothe him, letting him know that she still loved him no matter what happened. She knew his heart well and he was a gentle man, one of the sweetest she'd ever known. She'd move mountains for him if only she could. However, the plan they'd come up with together was for her to tie him up, lock him up, then get as far away from him as she possibly could without him knowing where she was going. She had to follow the plan if she wanted to survive. This was a matter of life or death.

"Nalani.. Come, I must tell you something.. very important," he'd said soberly when they'd gotten serious as a couple. They were in his home and he didn't seem to know where to start, starting and stopping before looking her dead on. He exhaled. "I have.. a condition," he said carefully. Nalani waited before shaking her head impatiently. He exhaled again. "When I am in love, which is rare... a certain frenzy will come over me. It is an animalistic..," he searched for the right word, "obsession." Nalani crossed one thigh over the other, the high split of her dress revealing smooth deep brown skin. He looked away as she grabbed his hand to play with his long fingers. "I don't think you are grasping the seriousness of this matter," he muttered pulling his hand away when she attempted to kiss his pinky ring.

"T'Challa, I've been known to be passionate. You'll soon discover we have that in common," Nalani smiled moving to sit in his lap. He stood before she could.

"Nalani, on the full moon, I will transform into a creature of extreme animal lust. You will have to restrain me and get away, as far as you possibly can for I will hunt you and no one but you until the sun comes up."

"And if you catch me," Nalani teased. He was silent and his serious expression caused her smirk to falter.

"In the interest of full disclosure, those women are not on this earth today. Not in this plane. I understand if you wish to leave me. You would not be the first and you would be safe." The sad note of his voice touched Nalani's heart and she walked over to her man, hugging him near to her.

"I fear.. that my lust for you is too great," he sighed. "One of these full moons I will transform." He handed her a gun with silver bullets. "I trust you to do all you can to escape."

The gun laid in the console of the car. She prayed she wouldn't have to use it. A warm shining tear fell that she wiped away with the back of her hand.

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The transformation was underway after many nights of false alarms. Tonight, it was actually happening and he could only think of one thing as the power of the curse flowed through his blood, charging him with dark purpose and rewiring his once sensible mind. Nalani. He wanted, no, needed Nalani.

No... Not just need.

T'Challa had been taken over. He yelled out in excruciating pain as his skull felt like it was being drilled into and stretched. Nalani, etched painfully through the bone. Where are you Nalani? He grunted yanking on the chain mixed with rope and cable that contained him.

Something broke. He went wild, thrashing and tensing. The strength that coursed through him was too great to be contained within his body and his desire, too strong. Like knives through his skin, it ripped through him until nothing remained of his psyche. Breaking the chains and ripping the ropes, he exploded free as if they were but plastic ties. Gripping the cage bars painfully, he strained against them, pulling them until they bent creating a path for him to step through, a new creature.

Nalani's scent was thick and fragrant in his nostrils. He could smell her hair, her skin, her soap. It was as good as a GPS.

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The darkened heavens returned Nalani's shed tears, flooding her windshield as the ineffective wipers did their best to clear the glass. She'd escaped the state and driven further than she'd planned and she was tired, meanwhile, T'Challa's body resisted itself. His limbs cracked under the building weight of muscle and his joints twisted as he panted under the moonlight, a demon blitzing forward on bloodied feet to reap the soul of the damned. He dashed until his feet were raw yet continued through darkness that seemed eternal, the white moon a guiding light through time and the undeniable perfume of earthy blood, salty tears, hot rubber, moving metal, and skin driving his body. Through the sea of odors, the distinct scent of her bones sent his heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt.

Having felt she'd driven far enough, Nalani pulled off of the highway in favor of a brightly lit chain hotel beyond a sundown town. With gentle haste, she draped her charmeuse silk scarf over her spongy coils and around her neck dashing through the diagonal shower and black puddles into the warmth of the lobby to secure a room for the night with the silk pouch of emergency money she pulled from her pre-packed emergency bag. The thought of her kind-hearted, soft spoken love suffering on his own swept her up elevator's path into her room, and into bed to pray. "I entreat you to influence my fortune," she spoke. A message to her ancestors for divine guidance as she clutched her phone in small hands. T'Challa's pure and loving features were her fixation. He touched her with rare tenderness and patience. Love lived in the print of his hands and embraced her with a warmth second to none. Nalani battled the butterfly within her gut that willed her body to return. Only she had the key to that basement along with the key to that wretchedly cruel cage. On a small ring with those was the key to hand and ankle cuffs made to withstand incredible force and then there was the jungle of entertwined ropes rigging him into a strict position. He asked her to do all of this and she'd obliged. "Wait for my return, my king," she whispered to his likeness before closing her eyes, her damp lashes meeting to shadow over her tear-stained cheek. Resting proved almost impossible.

Her racing mind jolted her from slumber multiple times within the span of a few hours. "Grant me your safety," she whispered in the darkness. Locked in a fitful cycle of forgettable yet jarring dreams, she stirred between the sheets, her hands beneath the cool pillow.

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Beginning with the point of his elbow, T'Challa's body crashed casually through two sets of glass doors as shards pierced the air with alarming noise, dropping with broken glass sheets and shattering. He appeared unaffected.

"Sir, are you.. okay," the nervous melanin deficient front desk agent inquired, shaky voice quickly fading from the lethal glare of the deep complexioned brawny tattered man soaked to the bone with eyes like wildfire. He retreated as the stranger's determined step never slowed. The tall aggresor was the personification of murder on the mind and the warmth that had been present in the air turned cold with a sharp chill no rainy night could conjure. Hiding away and with trembling fingers, the desk agent called the police and his manager. Then he called his mom.

"NALANI."

The menace possessing T'Challa's salty sweat, rain, and cut-ridden body knew no pain while fully engulfed in his lawless hunt. Pain was simply a mask worn by pleasure, the only thing his body sought. He could not idly wait for an elevator that would require him to stand still, he tracked down the stairwell, shoving a passerby to the floor with a rattling thump against the wall. Whether they were male or female, old or young he could not say for his tunnel vision made him blind to anything that was not Nalani. Reason and apprehension did not exist.

"NALANI," he wailed from his chest in anguish of her being so close yet so far from his clawed grasp. He could feel her proximity.

Nalani bolted upright instantly in her bed with wide eyes for the voice she'd heard was unmistakable, yet chillingly dissimilar as if he were a different entity all together. How could it be that he'd discovered and tracked her so quickly? Her troubled mind spun with wonder within a millisecond while she threw together her belongings. For the sake of their love, she had to escape quickly. She had to survive. Without a moment's hesitation, her body flew into action tying sheets, blankets, her scarf, clothing, everything she could quickly manage to create a makeshift rope. Shifting the big fabric chair to the window, she used its stable weight to sandwich the rope against the windowsill, the end tied to the immovable table as the other end dangled on the outer wall of the hotel. She dangled from it, feeling every ounce of danger as rain soaked through her satin sleep set as well as the cloth rope. Swinging her weight, she kneed the glass of the window below. When there was no answer, she shimmied further down, nearly slipping to her demise. With great effort, she kneed the next window which brought an angry red man to the window. He whipped open the curtains, but upon noting her sincere fear and helpless condition along with the nonthreatening frame, he helped her inside.

"Jesus, why are you out there," he exclaimed with attempts to dry her and gain an explanation but Nalani's sole mission was to survive the night.

Intoxicated by the scent of his target, so chokingly thick and near, his eyes rolled back. The wolf that was T'challa growled from deep within his core.. the rumble unheard in his ears as he ascended staircases, a hellhound with one lone purpose. A shrill scream could be heard as he bumped another obstacle over the railing to a crushing fall ending in their silence. His entire nervous system was alight. Nalani was on the move and he couldn't be anymore wired. Her goal was the car.. the same vehicle T'Challa had assisted her in preparing with gas, foreign money, food, and clothing for this very purpose. She'd taken him lightly and it would prove to cost her dearly.

"NALANI," she heard him howl. She raced into the first unlocked room she could find. It was dark and unoccupied. With deceptive calmness she approached the window and considered creating a shorter rope than before using the limited materials around her, but there was no time. He was too near. She'd already locked the door, but now she did not doubt that she was trapped and awaiting a grim fate. All she could do was crawl under the bed and pray yet again. Regretfully, her journey of love and life had come to a blunt end. "You can run, but you cannot hide," he called.

T'Challa trembled and panted in a deep and awful sweat. His once pristine nails were jagged and dirty with blood and soil and they dragged across the door with a menacingly slow scratch, trailing toward the knob. "Nalaniii..," he groaned, his hand ghosting his tightening groin as he listened. He could hear her heart race. Bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh. He could tear her completely apart with desire alone. "My dear Nalani," his voice deepened. "Come now, Kitten, do you truly believe I'd cause you harm?" His nostrils flared. "Show yourself to me."

Though terrified, Nalani desperately wanted to believe that T'Challa could overcome any obstacle that would threaten her life. He had the will of iron. She hoped he would somehow find strength within himself to walk away. His quiet laugh of depravity snapped her from her vain hopes.

She flinched and covered her mouth so not to scream at the terrifyingly loud hit that shook door. Like a scene from The Shining, he was determined to get to her, ramming the barrier. She flinched again when he followed with an aggressive barrage that collapsed the lock and the entire door. He broke it down like drywall and stood silently. She dared not breathe.

His worn feet broke her heart. They were damaged and he needed medical attention. They were all she could see from under the bed. His stride was slow, measured, and quiet. His low guttural growl was identical to that of an enemy tiger and it grew louder as he came nearer. She clamped another hand over her mouth.

T'challa salivated, swallowing before leaking another involuntarily deep growl. It rumbled through Nalani like a low grade earthquake. She watched as he stopped in front of the bed and bent, his veined hand touching down to the floor directly before her wide eyes. She gulped as his soil caked fingernails tapped the floor, the only movement in the darkness. When his hand withdrew, it left her confused. He climbed onto the bed above her, his weight collapsing over her back. Then his head popped into view. Upside down he hung, his inhuman eyes locking onto hers.

In a flash, she was dragged by her wrists from under the bed. "Fight it, T'Challa!" He tossed her and she wheezed as her back hit the mattress. His vice grip on her wrists was crushing as she wrestled for her freedom. "You don't have to do this, you don't have to. T'Challa, you can fight it." There was no recognition in his eyes at the the mention of his own name. She remained still as if she could play dead and when his teeth clamped hard on the base of her neck as if trying to rip her apart she reflexively kneed him in the groin. She screamed to the top of her lungs hoping a neighboring hotel guest would set aside fear and interject. His heavy hand clamped down on her throat, holding her down with his nails in her reddened skin, his fearsome eyes silencing. She held her breath as he bared his teeth, a genuine threat as his engorged member laid against her stomach. His snarl was in her ear, low and rumbling. "T'Challa, please! Remember who you are." His response was to tug roughly at her satin sleep set causing large rips while his jagged nails left fresh welts on her thighs and stomach. Fighting, she caught his hands, bringing hers to hold his cheeks. "T'Challa you have to hear me!"

This was not T'Challa. T'Challa had never been this rough. There was love in his every touch and affection in his kind eyes. He handled her like a high-priced gem, fragile and flawless, worthly of gentle fingers and heartfelt praise. No, this was an illness. The brutal creature above her was infected with a deadly condition. "Bring him back," Nalani begged as her body was yanked into position. His veined hands were strong and lively as he held her in place, little warning leading up to fevered thrusts. He smelled earthy and metallic. He grunted as he crashed with reckless abandon, seeking heat from the only hot and moist part of her body uneffected by the elements. Both of them were painted in blood and sweat, soaked through with rainwater.

"Bring back my T'Challa." She willed him to fight as his weight dropped back down in a ferocious rampage that jiggled her entire body and made her cry out in eye-crossing ecstacy. Her guilt was equal to the strength of her high-powered orgasm. Shaking, she tried to pull away but he doubled down with her thighs around his waist, her small hands clutching desperately to his broad muscular shoulders, clenching his forearms. She guiltily dug her own fingernails into his unmarked arms and it earned another gut rattling growl. The room echoed the sounds of a barn of animalistic lust. His tiger-like growls mingled with her camel-like grunts and then he flipped her onto her stomach, her knee rising and arms stretching to grab the sheets. Her eyes were squeezed shut as he jabbed into her womb. He fisted the soft hair at the base of her scalp bringing a burn of tension and her hand swung back.

"OW, That hurt," she shrieked scraping at his hand which aggressively pushed her head forward, mashing her face into the mattress. His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her down. She hated it, but she could not stop her release. His words when he'd explained this phenomenon in the past had returned to to bite her, literally, Nalani's neck was still bleeding.

"Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers. It starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters," T'Challa had whispered sweetly into her hair as she sat on his lap. She had nuzzled firmly into him then, feeling safe and not understanding his message. "Are you serenading me with Florence and the Machine?" She'd giggled at his approach.

"Ow," she breathed into the mattress for the umpteenth time. He clamped his teeth down on the back of her shoulder, desire unbound. When she attempted to climb the bed to escape, he gripped both of her wrists and locked them behind her in one hand. She was overheated and cramping. She felt that she likely had bruises all over along with her cuts that still ached. Her arm felt as though it would rip from the socket. She'd given up. Just then she saw the shade of the sky change.. Black to midnight blue. She begged for sunrise as his inner elbow locked under her chin. "..T'Challa," she strained feeling him choke her as she weakly tapped on his arm, scraping with her fingernails. He bit her again. The sky lightened to a dark denim. "T'Challa," she whispered nearly inaudibly, his heavy body still slamming hers unceasingly. Blood stained the sheets around her and the strong salty stench had numbed her. Her neck and chest felt sticky and she rushed the sky as it slowly broke into dawn.

"Nalani," T'Challa panted as he released her neck and collapsed, his full weight on her. He was having difficulty breathing, yet found strength to roll from the bed onto the floor.

"T'Challa," Nalani gasped, fearful. She heard loud voices in the hall just then. Police were on the way. "T'Challa," she cried willing him to rise. There was nowhere to go and she could not move. When the police arrived, they were both carted out on stretchers and taken away by ambulance. They were in terrible condition, but the both of them had in fact survived the night.

#original #tchalla #t'challa fanfiction #t'challa fic #black panther fanfiction

[captivemuses]

22, 24, 26?

Meme for roleplay muns

22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately?

I wouldn't really call it a red flag persay since everyone's allowed to have their preferences for how ships are written, but I've had a time or two where I've come across a new to me blog and seen in the rules that ship exclusivity is a requirement to write a ship with this person. Me who barely ever does exclusives for ships (like I won't even remotely consider it unless I'm super mega close to the other mun and my muse is so firmly set in their ways with my rp partners muse being the only one they want to interact with/be shipped with and also being pretty damn sure that I won't ever come across another duplicate of that other muse to possibly write opposite anyway) because restricting yourself to one and only one persons portrayal of a muse for a ship is also so...... limiting in a way because of the permanence of the exclusivity?? I hope I worded that well enough. But yeah just having that expectation placed on someone right from the get go and being so restrictive on your rp partners and refusing to write with them if they don't agree to it just isn't something I vibe with. I'll sooner just wait for a different person to come along that's open to writing things more freely.

24. Have you ever left a fandom because of negativity?

Fun story, yes I almost did actually. Waaay back in late 2013/early 2014 I was in the Free! fandom and I RP'd Rin and Gou Matsuoka. I had a then friend who also RP'd Rin that I looked up to greatly because she'd been established at least a month or two before I was (and I got my blogs made while the series was technically still airing, just in the final few episodes of s1) and I thought her portrayal was really really good and she was just a nice person to talk to. Well my own Rin blog took off as time went on, I started forming my own portrayal of him and my blog was gaining in popularity and stuff. Well this then friend took that as me trying to steal spotlight from her and me trying to usurp her as the most popular Rin blog (we both even had comparable follower counts, between 900 and 1000 followers at our peak iirc) and I don't know why I have such a distinct memory of this but I remember that I was driving out to an overnight dogsitting job and my Skype was blowing up and I was able to see enough on my phone screen that I was basically getting bitched and chewed out by this other Rin and a mutual friend (who ironically I'm still on good terms with to this day and we talk every now and then) who this other Rin had basically gotten to hate me (even tho this mutual friend and I were RP friends turned IRL friends bc we lived close enough to hang out in person) simply because this other Rin complained so much about me the mutual friend got angry at me for it because she was the one stuck with listening to all this complaining about me (instead of just telling the other Rin to maybe stfu but y'know). So after that whole thing where I was getting yelled at and basically lowkey getting harassed to the point where it became clear she was trying to get me to leave, the other Rin and I just agreed mutually that it was best that we cut all contact both on Skype and on Tumblr and cease being friends. And after the dust settled on that I very nearly did leave my Rin and Gou blogs because I just didn't want to risk seeing this other Rin on my dash, but then I realized that she'd win if she actually ran me off my blog so I stayed partially out of pure spite, but also because I wasn't ready to leave my swimming muses just yet.

The other Rin after literally stalking me for a year and a half into another fandom and trying to shit talk me to a different mutual friend after we mutually cut contact and hadn’t spoken for almost a year is another story for another day though.

26. There isn't technically a 26 for this meme so I'm taking this opportunity to give you a high five for Bakugou and Ryuji muse twinnies!

#ooc

[cdmagic1408]

So I finally gathered up the courage to show Onward to my older sister the other night, and guess what? She really enjoyed it!

I wouldn't say she's become as big a fan of it as me, but she still thought the whole thing was very heartwarming and appreciated finally getting the chance to see it with me after I casually mentioned here and there that we should watch it together.

I mean, ever since I first watched the movie, I always saw me and my sister through Ian and Barley.

I mean, like Barley, my sister is very theatrical, free-spirited, and spontaneous. Meanwhile I'm more like Ian in that I LOVE to make lists and that I'm pretty shy and awkward, but that I also strive to be bold and take risks.

So anyway, I thought I'd share some highlights of my sister's reactions when we watched it together:

When Barley wildly drove Guinevere into the school with warrior garb and all, and presented himself to Ian and his friends, she literally turned to me and asked, "is that me?" and I was all "maybe..." with a smug smile and a wink on my face. I mean basically she had flashbacks to when I was a freshman and she was a senior in high school during that scene. It was the only time we were ever at the same school at the same time. I knew right then and there that she was beginning to see parallels between us and the bros.

Right when I+B are low on gas, she out of nowhere recognized Chris Pratt as the voice of Barley. I asked her how she knew and she said that Chris has a very distinctive voice. Honestly I can't argue with that (but I also know she's watched episodes of Parks and Rec so...).

Didn't recognize Tom though, and tbh I think that's because this is the only Tom Holland movie she's ever seen. Meanwhile I've seen like a good portion of his films because I absolutely love him. Another parallel I guess?

We looked at each other when I+B entered the tavern. Honestly I wanted to see her reaction to the tavern being well...you know. I'd say she was weirded out, it wasn't what she expected at all.

Was at the edge of her seat/scared for I+B during the sprite chase and Trust Bridge scenes.

Pretty much throughout the whole thing, I kept glancing back and forth between the movie and my sister, making sure she was watching, paying attention, and enjoying it. You have NO idea how nervous I was over whether she'd like it or not.

When Ian went through his list after arguing with Barley and got to "share my life with him," I got as close to emotional as I did when I first watched the film because watching young Ian and Barley playing together with my sister sitting right next to me really made me see flashbacks of the two of us playing together when we were younger.

She was close to tearing up during "I never had a dad, but I always had you." Tissues were pushed over to her.

Finally and most importantly, she got the message of the film right away! That it wasn't about Ian getting to meet his father, rather it was the journey that mattered and that it was Barley that was Ian's father figure all along. And with that, she thought Ian giving Barley the chance to say goodbye to their father was the right thing to do. I literally went "thank you! thank you!! thank you!!!" to her after the fact for understanding because as we all know, not everyone understands and that's frustrating...

So now that my sister has seen Onward (finally), she'll also read If You Trust Me when it's finished, which should be in the next week or two.

She was going to read it anyway because she knows how talented of a writer I am, but I insisted that she watch the film it originated from first...you know for continuity purposes and everything. And honestly I think it was the right move.

Onward always needs love anyway. So who better to turn to for that than your own family? 😉

#onward #pixar #pixar onward #onward spoilers #day in a life of cd #cdmagic1408

[kileyrose-2003]

Tina’s Tuesday Night Mini Fic Pt. 1

Word count: Who cares? Lol

A/N: Hi lovelies! I am back!! First thing, I know. You're probably saying Kiley, wtf? It's not Tuesday. I know. Life happened. I've had a busy past few days and a final today. Anyways, this was something I did with @merci-bitch when the U.S originally went on lockdown. It was a fun way to keep me busy and get my mind off of stuff. We both decided to restart this about a week ago. So, I dedicate this to my dear friend Tina. Love you hun and hope you enjoy this! And please, if you haven't been to her blog to read any of her work, go do so. She works so hard on what she writes and is amazing.

Pt. 2 will be coming next week

To everyone waiting on fics: I'll get there. Eventually. And I'm not going into reasoning. But anyways, love you all and I hope you have a great day!

"...This is the greatest show!" You slammed your hands down on the piano keys and breathed in sharply. "God damn it, Jenny!"

"What?" You let a groan and handed her the sheet music. "Look there at that line there. Do you see that note?”

“I can see, can’t I?” Her bright green eyes lost their cool shade of arrogance when she seen how pissed you look. "Not F!” You pointed to the paper in her hand. “D! You hear that note there?" You pressed down on the key repeatedly. "D!"

"Sorry." The red head smiled at you impishly. "No, you're not. This is the fifth time we've done this and yet you still insist on doing this your own way." She sat next to you on the piano bench and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Well, I think the change makes it sound better.”

“Phineas liked it better this way,” you seethed through gritted teeth. “But what does he know of art?” You could feel your face slowing turning a distinct shade of cherry red and you bit down on your tongue.

"He must of known something with how much you tried to get in his pants," you mused to yourself.

You rolled your eyes. You loved Jenny to death but how you couldn't stand her at times. You tried and tried so desperately to get along with her and compromise when she was like this but no matter what you did, she was stubborn and so..cold at times.

Sure, Jenny was a bit of a snob but she was a genius when it came to music and you respected that. She was what inspired you to take up music in the first place.

Your childhood was far from easy. Before you even joined the circus, you were bounced all over the place. You never belonged anywhere. From the deteriorating cottage in a small, seaside village in Sweden to the cramped one bedroom apartment in London that no one would dare walk past at night. Your father was no where to be seen and your mother was an actress, always struggling to meet ends meet. She was never home, but that wasn't always a bad thing. That meant you got to explore.

That was how you got to hearJenny sing for the first time. Hiding out in the musty attic of an old Swedish theatre. Even before she hit extreme levels of fame, her voice was like a siren's call. Drawing you in further and further in. It still was in a way. She was so beautiful and even as much as she pissed you off, you loved watching her sing. Like the time at the palace. She was eye candy in that dress, the way it hugged her hips and how the bust showed the slightest bit of clevage when you looked at her at just the right angle-

"Stop it, Y/n!" You told yourself. "She's not interested in you."

Or was she? The way she looked at you when you spoke to Phineas was always with such contempt or such jealousy. You could never understand why though. It was her who tried to steal Phineas away. Not you. He was a close friend who gave you a chance when you had nothing and you never so much as even thought of eyeing him in such a manner. Phineas clearly wasn't interested in her or any other woman but his wife. He pushed her away numerous times. Jenny had no reason to be jealous of you. Yet, she was.

‘But it is of me or others though?"

One could never be sure with Jenny. Sure, there was a bit of a rivalry between the two of you when it came to music. But she was your friend. 'Very clingy for just a friend,' you noted.

'That's normal though, isn't it?'

Maybe you were just over thinking things. Besides, the relationship between the two of you seemed to be getting better lately. Ever since the scandal went public, it seemed the two of you were spending more and more time together.

You were the only one who listened to her side of the story, held her when she cried, made sure she wasn't drinking her emotions away, and tried to help her through it. Even as much as she pissed you off. You warned her in the first place not to seek out Phineas but despite the nasty arguments, the constant bickering she became your friend. Maybe even your best friend. Which you got alot of shit for.

Nobody liked Jenny and you were starting to get the feeling you weren't so popular anymore either. Everyone thought after the affair went public, the two of you would of left. Her name as well as yours, was slandered all over the paper simply because you associated with her. You had been called it all. The ring leader, the mastermind, the mistress to the two.

But neither of you resigned. Yet. Part of you wondered how long it would be until either would receive letters of negotiations to end your contract. But either way, you knew Jenny wasn't leaving without you. She promised you that.

'So maybe she does like me.'

Then that small voice came in the back of your head. 'Or maybe you just want her to like you back.'

Either way, you couldn't let that haunt your conscience for now. Even as much as you'd like to visualize a future with her, it wouldn't work. You could feel the heat pooling into your cheeks as you came back to reality and bit down on your lip. Jenny's hand was lingering up and down your back, rhythmically making shapes with the tips of her fingers. Damn her and her touch! You shouldn't be feeling this way.

"Are you okay?" You shook your head and covered your face with your hands, trying not focus on all the pain you felt inside. "No. No, I’m not."

You felt tears burning in the sides of your eyes. "This isn’t working!” Jenny furrowed her brow and tried to move your hands away from your face. “What do you mean?” She was trying to be gentle even though you could tell from the look in her eyes she had no clue what to do.

“This..all of this!” You ripped the sheet music out of her hand and flung it on top of the piano. “Something's got to give,"

She rolled her eyes as if she seen it all before and stood up, walking hastily over to the ice bucket. "Do you not have what you want?" She opened up a bottle of red wine. "Fame? Recogniton?"

"It's not enough and I don't know if I even have any of that anymore." Jenny eyed you as she poured the liquor heavily into both glasses. "I'm not liked here, Jenny."

She handed you your glass and sat down next to you. You eagerly took a sip of the wine, just wanting to forget everything for a little while. "That's not true. I like you." She leaned in closer to you.

You cracked a small grin filled with cynicism. Maybe even a little bit of hostility. Never had you felt so much love and hate towards someone at the same time. "We could both leave." Jenny's voice pulled you out of your head.

"And go where?"

"Back to Sweden with me for the time being." You noticed the intensity in Jenny's eyes growing and she reached out and grabbed your hand. You could feel her nimble gently squeezing into the palm of your hand. "You know I care for you, Y/n."

"Do you?" You tried your hardest not to sound sarcastic, you were still a little mad at her. But god! How close she was to you. You could smell her expensive perfume, see the slight hint of a shimmer radiating off of her lips. "You're fiery and you don't take my shit."

This couldn't be real. You had to be dreaming. "Jenny, this...there's a possibility this couldn't work." You tried to scoot away from her, a little intimidated by the proximity between the two of you.

"We can try to make it work."

"How?" You eyed her skeptically. "Let me take you out. Let me show you I can make this work." You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why? Need a new fling after Phineas?" You teased.

Jenny wasn't amused by that all. If anything she was pissed but she smiled anyways. Seeming to stoop down to your level with a smile that was sickly sweet. "More like a date."

"And why should I do this with you?" She let go of your hand and placed it on your thigh. "Because I probably understand you alot more than you think." As you looked into Jenny's eyes, you found some level of sincerity mixed into those deep lustful orbs. You wanted to trust her so badly.

"What do I have to lose?" You thought.

Everything. Everything to lose.

"Fine." You gave in, despise everything in your mind screaming not too. "But you have one shot and one shot only."

Jenny nodded and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. "And it won't take me more than once to impress. After all, I already made your career." You felt the hair on your arms stand straight up as her hands lingered on you, gently squeezing your hips.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 6. Sharp."

"Yeah," you watched as Jenny walked away, her hair flowing behind her like a beautiful sheath.

You felt a pit growing in the depths of your stomach. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

#jenny lind x reader #Jenny Lind #the greatest showman #imagine #rebecca ferguson