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I Yearn, and so I Fear - Chapter IV

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General Summary. Nearly a year since the Galactic Empire’s rise to power, Kazi Ennari is trying to survive. But her routine is interrupted—and life upended—when she’s forced to cohabitate with former Imperial soldiers. Clone soldiers. 

Pairing. Commander Wolffe x female!OC

General Warnings. Canon-typical violence and assault, familial struggles, terminal disease, bigotry, explicit sexual content, death. This story deals with heavy content. If you’re easily triggered, please do not read. For a more comprehensive list of tags, click here.

Fic Rating. E (explicit)/18+/Minors DNI.

Chapter Word Count. 5.0K

Beta. @starstofillmydream

35 Nelona

“It’s my immigration status,” Kazi explained. “The magistrate wants someone who isn’t loyal to Eluca. Someone who will willingly turn on others and uncover potential rebels.”

Beneath the evening sun, the warehouse reached temperatures so high it was difficult to breathe. Stuck inside the metal box, Kazi glanced, again, at the broken door. She wasn’t trapped. 

Even though the heat was suffocating and sweat a second skin, she was safe.

She had always struggled with tight, enclosed spaces—an irrational fear she would be trapped, unable to move, and die from either suffocation or starvation. She would suffer until the end.

The escape from Ceaia did nothing to quell her fears.

“Do you know what motivates him?” Fehr asked. Woven braids adorned her head in elaborate spirals that further established her aura of authority and composure.

“Personal greed aside”—Kazi looked between Fehr, Bash, and Carinthia—“he desires greatness. He wants the Moffs, and probably the Emperor himself, to respect and appreciate him. He wants praise and adoration.”

Bash shook his head. “He’s a boy with an inflated ego.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate him,” Kazi warned. In the last two weeks, she’d had time to analyze her conversation with the magistrate. To disseminate his words and actions. “He has power and money, and I get the sense that his paranoia combined with megalomaniacal tendencies makes him dangerous.”

“Moff Harpy views him as backwater scum,” Carinthia said. “I doubt he will surmount to anything.”

Kazi disagreed but it wasn’t her place to further argue, and frankly, she didn’t care enough to, either.

The door to the warehouse grated open and Kazi jerked around. Her first thought was the local police. To her bemusement, though, the three clone commanders strode into the building. 

Outfitted in black suits bolstered with armor along their biceps and chests, they must have just returned from their last mission. Kazi hadn’t seen them in four days. 

Confused, she glanced at the three rebels, all of whom wore serious expressions. They had planned this. 

Chagrin simmered in her blood and Kazi fisted her hands behind her back. She despised surprises, and she loathed when others made plans without informing her. It left her feeling unprepared.

The clone commanders stood opposite the three rebels, leaving Kazi awkwardly placed in between. Like a mediator. A poor example of a mediator. Her opinions were too strong and logic overt so that she always knew which side to pick. 

“You asked to meet,” Commander Cody said. The commander’s tone was harsher than usual. The warmth and friendliness he used around Neyti, and the politeness he used with Kazi and Daria were notably absent. Kazi only then realized the clone commander had a distinctive military voice. And he elected to forego it at the house.

Intrigued, Kazi studied the other two commanders. Commander Fox maintained a carefully neutral face devoid of emotion. Commander Wolffe was similar, the annoyance or tetchiness he displayed around her were missing, replaced by a reticent vigilance. 

“Our people are interested in a collaborative partnership,” Fehr said. “A mutually beneficial situation.”

The clones stood still, unresponsive. 

“You come in contact with Imperial ships, prisons, and bases,” Fehr continued, undeterred by the clones’ silence. Her sharp eyes drifted from one to the next. “We want you to collect intel for us.”

“That sounds like an order,” Commander Wolffe said. His tone was casual, but a hint of warning laced his words.

“It’s an offer.” Fehr lifted her chin. “You’re already visiting these places—”

“To complete our missions,” Commander Cody said flatly. “It’s dangerous infiltrating these places. And we’re on a time crunch. Stealing intel is a complication.”

Fehr shared a look with Bash and Carinthia. “We would pay you.”

Commander Fox chuckled. “We’re not mercenaries.”

“Your missions don’t pay. Your funds must be running low, and we could solve that problem for you.”

The narrowing of Commander Wolffe’s eyes confirmed the validity of Fehr’s assumption.

Ever tactful, Fehr lifted a placating hand. “We don’t need an immediate answer. Take whatever time you need to discuss. If you decide to work with us, send the intel to Kazi. She’ll analyze it for us.”

Kazi kept silent, hoping her features didn’t reveal her irritation. Fehr never conferred with her; Fehr never asked if she was willing to accept more work. Already she spent hours of her evening analyzing intel for the network. Already she risked her career—and her fucking life—to spy at work. She wasn’t a pet to be ordered around. 

The meeting dissolved soon after. Fehr and Carinthia secluded themselves in a corner filled with rusting farm equipment. The clones moved off to the side and Kazi made to leave until a hand on her bicep pulled her to an abrupt halt.

She shot Bash a reproving look and pulled her arm from his grip. “Yes?”

“I need you to steal some intel for me,” he said quietly.

Kazi pursed her lips. “What type of intel?”

“Codes to a government fund.”

“No.” She took a step back. “Bank codes are kept behind the highest security-clearance walls, not to mention I have no authority or reason to be accessing them, and you’re Head Treasurer—”

“Kazi.” His smile was chastising, humored. “The Head Treasurer can’t access confidential government funds, you know that.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the network.”

“Are you threatening me?” She kept her tone flat and unimpressed, even as a cold hand of apprehension gripped her neck. 

“See what you can do, all right?” With a wave in Fehr and Carinthia’s direction, Bash exited the warehouse. 

Kazi stared at the warehouse’s broken door, unease roiling in her stomach. Stealing codes to a government fund was risky, and she didn’t even know if she could access them. 

A raised hand from Commander Cody interrupted her thoughts and, exhaling an aggrieved breath, she approached him. The commander offered her a polite nod. 

“Neyti is a good artist. For her age,” Commander Cody said. The topic of conversation surprised Kazi, piquing her curiosity. “I haven’t seen her draw in the house.”

A question hid within his statement and she frowned. “She doesn’t.” 

He nodded, like he had expected—no, hoped—for that answer. “I picked up a set of paints on our mission. I want to give them to her.”

Dismay rendered her speechless and Kazi blinked dubiously at the commander. Dark brown eyes regarded her carefully. 

“Why?” The question came out sharper than she intended, suspicion palpable in her tone.

The commander straightened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “I paint. It’s something I’ve done for years. And I thought Neyti might want to try it. It’s not sketching but—”

“It’s art,” Kazi finished for him. 

She searched his face, studying the white scar embedded into the dark skin of his left temple, trying to stifle her shock. Painting seemed a strange hobby for a soldier, much less a commander. 

“I don’t know if Neyti likes to paint,” she admitted, thinking about the three additional sketches she added to the fridge the last few weeks. “But I think she would like it.”

“Good.” The corners of the commander’s lips lifted, and for the span of a heartbeat, Kazi felt herself smile smally in return. 

The moment shattered, Commanders Wolffe and Fox joining them, the latter clapping a hand to Commander Cody’s shoulder to pull him away. Kazi let her eyes rove across Commander Wolffe’s face. He appraised her similarly. Her former ease dissipated beneath the intensity of his gaze and their close proximity. 

Years ago, when she attended weekly networking events, Kazi learned just how much she liked her personal space. Elbows touching, mouths near her ears, intentional positioning so that she was crowded, leered down at, made her uncomfortable. Made the situation feel out of her control.

Over the years, she learned how to discreetly position herself to keep the distance while maintaining the façade of closeness. Half a meter worked well. 

So she was slightly put off when Commander Wolffe took a hesitant step closer. He didn’t bend down, and his eyes remained on hers. But it was close enough she could smell him. A hint of sweat and an odd reminder of Ceaia—

“Cody isn’t giving Neyti paints out of pity,” the commander said. His voice was low, gruff. “I haven’t told him or Fox what happened to her mother.”

“Oh.” It was the only response she could think of. She studied him skeptically. “Why haven’t you?”

The commander hesitated. “Do you think she’ll like the paints?”

Of course he would ignore her question and reply with his own. She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

She expected judgment—disdain or expectation—but his face remained forcibly indifferent, like he was trying to hide his intrigue. His shoulders rolled back; his gaze wandered across the windows lining the top of the warehouse. He seemed hesitant. Jaw flexing, eyes shifty. 

“Is she still…scared of us?”

The commander seemed to regret the question. He folded his arms over his chest and looked away. Annoyance downturned his mouth. 

She wasn’t sure why it mattered to him. Why any of them cared. 

Maybe it was the moment with Commander Cody, or maybe it was the overt tension in Commander Wolffe’s tone—his unspoken desire to know if Neyti felt comfortable, safe—but Kazi decided he deserved an explanation.  

“Neyti is shy and quiet, but she’s also curious and imaginative.” Kazi smiled slightly at the memory of the little girl who hid behind the upper level’s banisters to study the clones. “Her life was upturned only a few months ago and all of this is unusual and probably disconcerting. I don’t think she’s scared of you—”  

“She doesn’t spend time downstairs.”

When we’re present was buried beneath his words. 

“She watched her mother get shot. By someone with your face,” Kazi said. The commander winced and she shifted awkwardly between her feet. “She’s not scared, but she doesn’t trust you. And the situation is even more confusing with new soldiers appearing every few days.”

Commander Wolffe levelled her with a hard look. “We will never bring in someone who could hurt her. You’re aware of this, yes?”

Kazi tugged on her braid, discomfort warming her cheeks. She couldn’t answer him honestly because the truth was: she didn’t trust him or the others. 

“Neyti’s just a child,” she said. The commander’s eyes narrowed. He knew she was intentionally avoiding his question. “She doesn’t rationalize the way you or I do.”

The heat in her face worsened and she fought the urge to look away, unnerved by the way Commander Wolffe assessed her. After a long moment, he straightened, clasping his hands behind his back.

“We have some intel that needs to be analyzed.” He worked his jaw. “Are you interested in it?”

Nonplussed by the offer, she frowned. “I thought you analyzed your intel.”

“I do.” He shrugged, appearing blasé. “I get busy. And we’re planning another mission that needs my attention.”

The apathy in his features made it difficult to detect a lie, or potential doubt. 

“Sure.” She glanced at Fehr and Carinthia who were still speaking together. “This won’t include the network, will it?”

“It’s off the record,” he answered smoothly. Nodding at Commanders Cody and Fox who were waiting beside the door, he unclasped his hands, his gaze heavy on hers. “We can discuss it this evening.”

Kazi waited for the clones to leave, still shocked by Commander Wolffe’s offer, and then made her way to the door. 

“Analyzing the clones’ intel… Do you think you have the skillset to do it?”

Stiffening, Kazi stopped just before the door. Carinthia mirrored her. A quick perusal of the warehouse revealed they were alone. Fehr must have left when she was talking to Commander Wolffe. 

Wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, Kazi eyed Carinthia. “Fehr clearly believes so.”

“So she does.” Carinthia picked at a fingernail, her smile coy. Biting. “The intel should go to me. I was the primary analyst before you arrived.”

Exhaustion from the varying conversations the last half hour made Kazi roll her eyes. “Then take it up with Fehr and Bash.”

“Proximity seems a more convincing argument as to why you were chosen. The clones do live with you after all.”

“You forget that I didn’t want them to live with me.” Kazi sniffed. “It wasn’t something I had much of a choice in.”

“Yet you prosper from it.”

She snorted. “How do I prosper from sharing my home with soldiers who threaten my family’s very existence? Soldiers who served the Empire? I didn’t want them. I still don’t want them.”

Carinthia tossed her a bored look. “Were you aware Magistrate Aro is attempting to track deserting clones in this sector?”

As a data courier to Moff Harpy, Carinthia maintained one of the most important and dangerous positions out of the rebel cohort. Her security level was fairly low, but she had access to some sensitive Imperial information. Information that proved valuable. 

The job also meant Carinthia overheard secrets and rumors.

“I did.” There was no point in lying. “He asked me to analyze the data.”

Carinthia arched a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. “You didn’t think this important to tell us?”

Kazi shrugged. “What do you care?”

“I don’t trust you.” Carinthia sneered. “You’re a liability to the network.”

“If you say so.” Uninterested in more accusations, Kazi turned on her heel and exited the sweltering warehouse, heading toward her aircar.

Lost to the brief relief of the jungle’s leafy shade, it took her a moment to realize she wasn’t alone. Leaning against a tree not far from the warehouse’s entrance stood Commander Wolffe. 

The commander was watching her. Lips pressed together, brows furrowed. The calculation in his expression was severe.

A stilted breeze rustled the nearby trees. The commander gave her a final once-over and then stalked away. His odd behavior left her feeling uneasy.

Late evening sun warmed the paved pathways of Hollow’s Town’s Marketplace. The air carried a scent of coming rain, and the colorful tarps canopied above the pathways were pulled taut to protect vendors from potential rainfall. 

Restaurants, an outdoor theater, shops, cantinas, and bakeries picketed the pathways to the compacted aisles of the Marketplace. Stalls crammed the aisles. Vendors sold a myriad of goods: fresh fruit and veggies, sliced meats, spices and herbs, clothing, souvenirs from foreign planets. 

All pathways led to the center of the Marketplace—the heart of Hollow’s Town—the Square. 

Busiest on off-days, the Square was the place to socialize, barter, and relax. The paved pathways roughened into cobblestone. A fountain, elegantly carved from the gray stone native to Eluca, stood in the center. Elaborate spurts of water danced the edges; a statue of a black jaguar, Eluca’s national animal, prowled the base of the fountain, its ears alert and maw open in a vicious roar.

Crowded and convivial, Kazi avoided the Square on off-days, preferring a quieter tone. Like this evening. 

Confirming Neyti still walked beside her, Kazi made plans to visit the stalls after dinner. They were running low on lumina berries, anyway. A quick spree would be useful and—

“I wonder if any vendors sell canvases,” she mused aloud. Neyti lifted her face, confusion wrinkling her forehead. “We can get some canvases for you to use. With the paint from Mr. Cody.”

Nose scrunching, Neyti considered the offer. 

The little girl was mystified when Commander Cody gifted her a small set of paints an hour ago. It took Kazi’s encouragement for her to accept the paints. And even then, Neyti left the paint set on the stairs, not bothering to bring them to her room. Kazi caught a hint of dejection on the commander’s face but he didn’t press.

“It was kind of Mr. Cody, you know.” Neyti scowled and Kazi stopped in the pathway, giving the youngling a hard look. “It was. He thought you might like something new.”

Still scowling, Neyti toed the ground. Kazi tentatively, lightly, placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. 

“Look,” she said. “Mr. Cody is nice. And Mr. Fox and Mr. Wolffe are…too.” She released Neyti’s shoulder, awkwardly rubbing her arm. “They’re not going to hurt you. I promise.”

For a quiet moment, Neyti studied her, and heaving a sigh far too exasperated for a six-year-old, she conceded with a shrug.

Stifling her amusement, Kazi continued down the pathway. She and Neyti rounded a corner and entered the Square. Stalls of vibrantly colored flowers edged the closest buildings. 

Smaller than its neighbors, the restaurant Daria asked Kazi to meet at hosted a simple outdoor pavilion. Twinkling lights wove among the patterned ceiling of the lattice-styled veranda. Large, leafy vines slithered along the walls.  

A handful of patrons were seated, the lull of their conversations quiet. The cooler weather of the evening and the wink of the bulbous lights created an amiable environment for a night out. Kazi hadn’t realized how much she craved a simple, uneventful evening with her, Daria, and Neyti. It felt like a family dinner.

“Kazi!” Daria stood up from a table she snagged at the corner of the veranda. A view of the rolling, jungle hills eclipsed the horizon.

Starting to smile, Kazi beckoned Neyti forward. A few more paces brought them to the table, and to the male rising to his feet. A male seated at their table. A male who looked in her direction and gave her an interested smile. 

Her pace slowed and she shot her sister a dark look. “Did you make a friend?”

Daria laughed, gesturing to the male. “This is Jason. I asked him to join us today.”

Jason extended his hand, his smile warming into charisma.

And her ephemeral contentment dissipated. Suddenly, she was too warm, her blood overheated, her muscles tensed.

Daria had planned this. Planned a date under the pretense of wanting to spend time together. 

She should have known. Too much time had passed since she and Daria were younglings who cared deeply for one another. She knew her sister and her sister’s motivations, and her dashed hopes were her own fault.

But it didn’t stop the constriction in her chest; it didn’t stall the hollowness burrowing deep inside of her, scooping flesh and muscles away until all that remained was a skeletal shell. 

Her sister didn’t care for her outside of an arranged marriage, and she couldn’t even blame Daria. Because she was the one who created the distance and enforced it. For years.

Electing maturity in the wake of both a public setting and Neyti’s disconcerted countenance, Kazi accepted Jason’s hand, pulling away as quick as possible. She took the empty seat across the table and surveyed him.

Light brown hair, skin tawny, crinkled eyes, an impeccably tailored suit. Probably four years older. 

He was conventionally handsome. A man most women would be interested in. Which begged the question: Why was he still single? And why was he entertaining arranged dates?

“Daria,” Kazi said in a thin voice, picking up her menu. “A word.” Snapping open the menu to hide their faces, she dropped her false smile. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Kazi,” Daria hissed, glancing at the closest tables. “We are in public. Control yourself.”

“I wouldn’t be reacting this way if you hadn’t ambushed me with something I specifically told you I wasn’t interested in.” Her voice shook with the rage she was trying to keep buried. “What did you tell him?”

Daria sighed, as if she were dealing with a petulant child. “I told him you were single and interested in a meeting.”

“A meeting about what?”

“Marriage.”

Kazi released a sardonic breath. “You thought it wise to bring a strange man to dinner?”

“I met him through Fehr.” Daria tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “He comes from a family that’s aware of these types of practices—it’s not odd to him. He’s kind and hard-working. And he’s wealthy—”

“I don’t care—”

“You’re being rude.” Daria sat back in her chair with a pointed look in Jason’s direction. “He joined us for dinner. The least you can do is entertain him.”

Shoving the menu aside, Daria engaged Jason in superficial conversation. 

Kazi flattened the menu to the table. Blankly, she stared at it. 

Heated anger rumbled beneath her skin and coiled in her stomach. Coiled so tightly it was sure to burst. 

A drink of cold water and a forced inhale reminded her to maintain control over the emotions fluctuating inside of her, slamming their fists against her mental walls to escape.

She would not make a fool of herself tonight. She would remain composed and in control. She would not humiliate herself by reacting. 

But it was difficult to ignore her mounting anger. To ignore the hurt brought upon by Daria’s betrayal and her self-loathing for feeling this way. 

Jason peered curiously at her but welcomed Daria’s conversation, eager to talk about himself. His family’s name. His family’s wealth. His family’s business and traditions and culture.

The dinner was too similar to her juvenile years. Years her mother used to turn her into a young woman suitable for an affluent marriage. 

Years she spent in etiquette classes learning how to maintain a home, how to groom a youngling to become future heir, how to best support a husband and his career. 

At sixteen, her mother scheduled arranged marriage meetings. Luncheons and parties and events. Hours spent in the company of male suitors who saw her as an object on their arm. Hours wasted beneath the critical stares of their mothers who evaluated her manners, poise, body size, fingernails.  

Lack of emotion, a general air of indifference, and a refusal to endear herself to the males her mother presented, the arranged marriage dates ended with a still-single Kazi. Much to her mother’s chagrin. 

At seventeen, Kazi overheard a conversation between her mother and friend.

“Your daughter is too unlikable. Her bluntness is derogatory, and her face too inexpressive. You need to marry her quickly, or no man will ever take her.”

“She doesn’t yet understand the importance of marriage.” Her mother’s sigh was both exhausted and vexed. “She’s difficult to reach. Too unfeeling. Devoid of emotion.”

“Men want someone who shows interest—both dutiful and supportive.” Her mother’s friend sniffed. “Marry her off to an older man. A widow. A man desperate.”

Her mother didn’t respond, even as Kazi silently begged her to argue. To refuse.

“You have four more years until she reaches an acceptable age. Much can happen between then, and contracts can be broken.”

“What are you saying?” her mother demanded.

“Marry her next year in a hushed event. No one needs to know, and then she will no longer be your problem.” 

Kazi tried to ignore her mother’s words. Her mother’s accusations. She wasn’t unfeeling, and she wasn’t devoid of emotion. On the contrary, she felt too much. 

She didn’t want to feel so many emotions.

But she did. She felt deeply, and it was a burden to bear. 

Dinner lasted two hours. 

Kazi spoke no more than twenty words. She relied on Daria to lead the conversation and Jason to fill in the bouts of silence.

The moment the bill arrived, she snatched it up, paid off the credits, and stood. She turned her attention to a stunned Jason who was hastily rising to his feet, glancing between her and the paid bill. 

“I apologize for wasting your time tonight,” she said flatly. “But I’m not interested in a marriage at this time.” Jason opened his mouth. She cut him off, motioning for Neyti to join her. “We’re leaving. Goodnight.”

The silence on the aircar ride back to the house was fraught with tension.

Daria stared straight ahead, lips pressed thinly together.

Kazi gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. 

Once inside the house, Neyti looked furtively between the two sisters and then trudged upstairs. Kazi stalked around the kitchen bar, noting pieces of dirt on the hardwood floor and a new set of embroidered curtains covering the kitchen’s windows. Daria’s mess and craft. 

The moment Neyti’s bedroom door shut, she spun on her sister. 

“How could you do that?” she snapped. “How could you spring a fucking marriage date without consulting me first?”

Humiliation and rage warred within her, clashing in endless waves of resentment. 

“Did you not listen to me when I said no more?” She slammed a hand on the kitchen bar. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

Daria straightened, her face pale with her own rage. “I was thinking about my sister and her future. I was thinking about what you need—”

“What I need?” Kazi laughed, the sound deranged. “You don’t even know what I want in a relationship, much less what I need.”

“That’s the problem, Kazi. You don’t know what you want!” Daria inhaled a shuddering breath. “You’re getting old—” 

She snorted. “I’m twenty-six—”

“And you’re reaching an unmarriable age,” Daria snapped. “On top of your age, you have Neyti. A man can overlook your age since you have appealing features, but it’s harder for him to overlook a youngling. Neyti isn’t of your blood nor his, and she’ll be seen as such. You need to find a man to marry now before it’s too late.”

Kazi stared at her sister in disbelief. Disbelief that a man she would marry would see Neyti as a hindrance—a burden—rather than a kind, imaginative girl. 

A real man would be lucky to call Neyti his daughter. 

“If I marry, it will be to a man who loves me. Not a man who’s desperate for a housewife.” She ran a hand through her hair, mussing her two braids. “If I marry, it will be for love. Not duty or desperation.”

“Love can be learned,” Daria argued. “That is the point of a courtship.”

“I don’t want to be courted by a man I don’t know. Especially not by a man whose only intention is to determine if I’m a viable candidate for marriage. I have standards, Daria. I won’t settle for mediocrity.” 

Kazi fisted her shaking hands at her sides. Surely Daria understood her sentiment. Surely Daria realized she didn’t want fictional love fabricated by forced companionship. 

“I can take care of myself perfectly fine,” she said. “The only man I’ll show interest in is a man who recognizes my humanity. Who sees me as a person.”

“Your independence and obstinance will alienate you from any man who might show interest.” Kazi recoiled and Daria levelled her with a frustrated glare. “Men want to be wanted. Needed. Your opinionated attitude and critical personality counteract what they want. You emasculate—”

“He’s not a real man if he feels threatened by my independence.” 

“A man can’t properly lead if you constantly question him—” 

“I’m not living my life to please a man!” Her body was trembling, her hands fisted so tight they were nearly numb. “I’m independent and stubborn and self-righteous. Those qualities are who I am, and if a man refuses to accept all of me, then I don’t want to be with him.”

“Men like that don’t exist!” Daria waved a dismissive hand. “You’re being too idealistic and impractical. Men want convenience and they want fulfillment from a wife. What you’re naively thinking about is unattainable.”

“Then I’ll never marry.”

“Then you’ll be alone forever.”

Kazi shook her head, looking away. Solitude was her companion, but loneliness was a shadow she couldn’t lose. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it. Her current loneliness was intentional, yet she yearned for more. She was always yearning for more.

“That’s hardly a problem,” she argued. “I enjoy the peace and quiet of being in control of my life. I enjoy my solitude—”

“Yes,” Daria spat. Her tone was bitter, scornful. “I’m well aware that you prefer your solitude over any sort of companionship—including my own.”

Something was buried in the words trying to escape. Trying to make itself known to Kazi. 

But she didn’t care enough to solve the mystery. 

Her sister had betrayed her trust—humiliated her in a public setting for her own personal goals—and she’d had enough.

“Never do that again,” she said coldly. 

The resentment on her sister’s face twisted into surprise.

“Get it through your thick fucking skull that I don’t need to be married in order to be happy.” Anger surged hot beneath her skin, like a case of shaken tibanna about to explode. “If I do get married, it will be to a man who wants to be with me—no matter my obstinate personality—he will be a man who sees all of me and still wants to be with me—”

“Commander Wolffe. Commander Fox. Are you in need of something?”

Kazi faltered. Her heart fell at the same time her spine straightened. 

Turning around, she found the two clones standing in the partition of the sunroom. Bruises marred their faces and blued their fists. Sweat glimmered on their foreheads and necks; their chests rose with heavy yet slowing breaths. 

Embarrassment flushed her face and Kazi gritted her teeth, gripping her trembling hands behind her back to hide the remnants of her anger and mortification.

How long had they been standing there? How much had they heard?

Flustered, Kazi ignored her sister, opting to meet Commander Wolffe’s disinterested gaze.  

“If you give me a few minutes, I’ll be ready to discuss the intel—”

“That won’t be necessary.” 

She frowned. “I thought you wanted to talk—” 

“I’ve changed my mind.” The commander rolled his shoulders back, his demeanor cold. Apathetic. “You’re not wanted.”

Kazi could only stare at him, bewildered by the abrupt change in his demeanor. She didn’t understand the sudden antipathy glinting in his eyes. She didn’t understand why he asked for her help that morning only to rescind it. Rudely. 

Behind him, Commander Fox rolled his eyes, shouldering his fellow soldier before making his way to the basement. Commander Wolffe regarded her for another moment and then followed. 

The bookcase slid into place with a soft hiss. 

A headache thumped behind her eyes and Kazi slowly faced her sister. But Daria was already mounting the stairs, her features drawn, her hand spasming on the guardrail.  

Soon Kazi found herself alone. She leaned against the kitchen bar, rubbing her temple.

Stress pressed down on her, like the chains of an anchor dragging her down. Dragging her into unescapable darkness. 

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A/N: Next chapter release – February 1st

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An evajacks fanfic, one that doesn't make 100% sense but I'm still in love with and I think you'll like it too! <3

Unedited, for now.

Summary: When going to Chaos for help, he takes a considerable interest in something he sees between Evangeline and Jacks. Ina morally questionable way, he tests his little theory...

Under the cut, prepare for angst and then some fluff...

"Wait!" Evangeline reached out for Jacks, but it was already too late. Chaos moved too fast, and in an instant Jacks was shackled to a wall and bound with what looked like some sort of magic.

Chaos stepped back to look at her as Jacks struggled in a way, she never thought she'd witness. From the look on his face, she figured he was just as confused. She didn't know whether to step back from Chaos or towards where Jacks clearly needed her.

"Why would you do that?" Her gaze flickered to the cages beneath, where she could hear the hunger of the changelings.

"To test a theory, darling." Then he was in front of her, grasping her hand and pulling her closer to where Jacks was tethered to the wall.

"Chaos..." the prince of hearts practically growled, yanking the restraints only to have them tighten. He was pulled against the wall, his limbs stretched in a way that almost looked indecent with his tight clothes. She averted her eyes.

"I have some mighty hungry changelings down there," as if to emphasize Chaos's words, the crates began to raddle violently. "It'd be a shame if they were to get to your lovely little prince..."

Evangeline felt her eyes light with fury, her hand pulled away from Chaos's. "What... do you want?" She ground out.

"Little Fox, don't--" But he was in too much pain, too much pain to finish his sentence.

"It's simple, really..." Chaos moved behind her, pushing her closer to Jacks with his hands at her shoulders, "all our dear Jacks needs is a kiss to be set free. A simple kiss, and he will be on his way." He whispered in her ear, emphasizing who would escape this. Because they all knew it wouldn't be her.

A snarl was heard from Jacks, but it also sounded wounded. He had no room to fight whatever magic he was incased in, and she could see behind his determined exterior that he felt helpless.

She took another step towards him, feeling Chaos slip away.

"Eva..." Jacks whispered, clearly looking for his strength.

"I hate you." She said suddenly. She couldn't help it, she despised everything he was. Everything he stood for. Evangeline had been searching for happily ever after, a fairytale, a true love story... but she'd been paired with unrequited love, heartbreak incarnate.

And she had to save him. It's what she had always done. She'd jump in front of a sword for someone she'd just met, because that's just who she was. She'd much rather feel the pain than watch someone else go through it, no matter how irrational it sounded.

He tore his head to the side when she glanced to his mouth, "Evangeline. No." How he found the strength, she'd never know. "You will not be the hero, here. I am the villain; I am not the one who should be saved."

Her heart wrenched for him, ever as her hands started shaking for herself. She didn't want to die, she'd never entertained the thought until that moment, really. But she wasn't sure how she'd live with herself if she left him behind.

"Everyone deserves saving, Jacks..." It was somewhere between a whisper and a whimper. She watched his eyes flash with recognition when they saw the fear in hers. She wouldn't hide that she was scared, not in this vulnerable of a moment.

She let her head hang and felt him hang his, so his forehead rested against hers. They listened to the shaking of cages and the rapid beating of each other's hearts.

"I'm scared." She felt a tear fall down her cheek and looked up to see him watching it with something akin to desperation.

"Don't be. Turn around, Little Fox, run away from this." He whispered.

But she couldn't, and he knew she couldn't. They both knew, she was addicted to being the hero. No matter how her fingers shook, and her tears dirtied her skin.

She was quick.

Quick in the way she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his face up until he was just above her. She didn't let herself think as she pushed up to her toes, rested her other hand to his chest and...

He was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. She felt him gasp against her, but she couldn't stop the moan from her throat as she pressed against him. Her tears kept coming, but if she were to die... at least she'd die saving him.

Slowly, she felt him lower to the ground as the shackled let him go, but she refused to pull away. She didn't know which breath would be her last, but she tried not the think about it as his mouth opened to hers.

My god, he knows what he's doing...

Her whole body flushed as he chuckled, obviously having heard her thoughts. But one hand was around her waist, lifting her to him, and the other threaded into her hair. He slightly tugged before pulling her closer than she thought possible.

It was such a kiss, such a kiss that made her feel, finally, wanted.

Jacks gently pulled her from him when they heard a cage clatter to the ground. He set her on her feet, "Come, Little Fox."

And with that, they took off. She wanted to stand still, to feel her bruised lips throb, but the howls from below pushed her forward. He had grasped her hand, and he didn't let go as they passed the long table and climbed the many staircases to the entrance.

She heard thundering footsteps below her, gaining closer and closer. They didn't only need a way out, they needed to hide.

As they entered the forest, she remembered the mausoleum from their first visit to Chaos. Heat rippled in her stomach from the thought, but there wasn't time.

"The graveyard!" She ran in front of him, pulling him with her into the small building. He followed close, the chill of him still tickling her skin.

Jacks pulled the door shut, and suddenly the torches were there only source of light.

But that was the least of their worries, she realized, as Jacks slowly turned to her. There was a moment of nothingness, seemingly staring at one another.

He almost fell forward, "You're still--"

"Breathing." She nodded numbly, "I... does it usually take this long?"

He simply shook his head, still coming closer. Her heart picked up speed as the fire began to dance once again behind his eyes. He looked dumbfounded, yet passionate. Like he didn't know whether to drop to his knees for her or lift her against his chest and never let her go.

Stupidly, because she wouldn't trust her heart with the assumption it was making, she asked, "What could this mean?"

"You're mine," he breathed.

And then she was backed into a coffin, and before she could say how bad of a place this was for this situation, his lips were on hers again. He peppered her with kisses, and she found herself wondering how long he'd waited for this. How long had he waited to freely kiss her?

When he pulled away, eyes brimmed with tears, and whispered again, "You're mine..."

Yeah, a very long time, she assumed.

#ouabh #romance #evangeline fox #prince of hearts #the ballad of never after #tbona #evajacks #once upon a broken heart #angst #evangeline fox x jacks #prompts #book recs

[capcavan]

K but liek for the muerdude au where is the seanest. R the ravens expected to play exy on land to make shit even more worse? Or is like Tetsuji one of those dogshit tiktok neglectful goldfish owner who keeps them in liek a 1m by 1m tank between all of em and puts steroid powder in they fish food? Or maybe are they kept outside in the most mangy tetanus filled pond ever? I need to know the amounts of animal? Child? Cruelty done on the Irl Angry Birds Team

original post ! The real Moriyama family business was merfolk poaching. Through the generations, they gathered wealth beyond belief controlling the market. But as time went on, the mers became scarse, and in some places, extinct. To stop the terror, a curse was put onto the family it's ramifications unknown - The effects will stay dormant as long as no more than 1 son will be birthed for each generation. The danger was never acknowledged, yet the men, wary of the danger, kept the line controlled. The women were killed, had a second pregancy been suspected. Till Kengo Moriyama refused to kill his wife. The man refused to continue century of irrational fear, and his wife was spared to carry their second baby to term. The pregnancy was not normal. The woman grew weak and the body inside her needed to be cut out - having grown too big to allow for natural birth. The blood loss made her fall into a coma, saving her form the sight of monster she gave life to. Riko was not a boy, not a human, just a serpent like monstrosity ... a mermaid. Struck by grief and anger, after the loss of his wife, but unable to just kill off the child, Riko was kept hidden at the ground of Moriyama property, in a shallow pond that stretched alongside one of the long walls of the residence. The pond was barely 3 feet deep in places, making him unable to swim as he grew bigger, with only one deeper area beyond red bridge that let him hide from the sun and prying eyes. Merfolk are rare, the most exotic species one can have. A symbol of status, a rare commodity. Renee is newly hired hitman for the Moriyama family. She quickly takes liking to the family's pet, and teached him new tricks. Will it lead to unplanned escape? Yes, yes it will. that said the au developed into something slightly different i still enjoy the fairytale bit basically riko is kept in way to shallow pond without any domestication in place then renee helps to rescues him into the mermaid sanctuary together with other foxes The pond was fancy and well kept but way to shallow for him! they wanted to make sure he was always easy to spot as a display pet they blackened his teeth and tatooed his eyes and face to make him look "prettier" so he looks freaky af to other meers he also can not speak due to the isolation he grew up with but later on aaron will help to teach and domesticate him

#rikoiau #rikoi

[hypnofur1]

Captured at the Con

By Hypnofur

Camille’s secret was that she was not as confident as she appeared. To the outside world, she had it all, a great career, a great husband, and still looked great despite her upcoming fortieth birthday. It was this milestone that had really been throwing her for a loop over the past year or so. Despite the fact that she could easily (and often did) pass for a woman in her early thirties, Camille was terrified of turning 40. Younger men still checked her out at the gym, constantly, but in her head, she thought that they thought of her as a cougar. Her mother had been left by her father at that 40. It had deeply affected her. Despite the fact that she knew Jake was crazy about her, she still worried about losing him. It was irrational, and unfounded, but it was there. It was this fear that caused her to snoop in Jake’s browser history. 

Jake has never been worried about his wife looking at his history. He loved her dearly, but she was not at all skilled in computers. She could use her phone and tablet, but she never touched the laptop. After years of never seeing her approach it, he understandably became a bit more lax in covering his porn related tracks. Little did he know that Camille had asked her IT guy at work how she could look at a browser history. The IT guy had a bit of a crush on her, and never liked Jake. He was more than happy to give her step by step instructions to complete her mission.

One night when her husband was traveling, she hit the jackpot. He had a thing for erotic hypnosis. Camille read all about it. It was all a bit weird to her, but was definitely on the tamer side of what she was afraid she might find. She spent an entire evening researching and planning. She even found a Hypnosis Convention, a “hypno-con”, in Connecticut around the time of their anniversary. Camille knew she had found the sort of sexy adventure that would keep the spice in their marriage. She made all the necessary reservations.

Jake knew nothing of the details of Camille’s surprise getaway weekend. He didn’t know if they were going to Hawaii or Mexico. In fact, he was quite surprised when she told him to load the bags in the Volvo. Wherever they were going, it was within driving distance from their Westchester, NY home.

Camille had a mischievous smile the whole trip up to Connecticut but remained tight lipped. She set the GPS for a Hilton Garden Inn. Jake was very curious, but he didn’t try to pry or ruin the surprise. He was happy to be alone with his beautiful wife for a weekend. He really didn’t care where they might spend it. 

They arrived and checked in. Camille told Jake she needed to freshen up, and for him to grab a drink from the mini bar and relax. He did so, but couldn’t help but notice it was taking her a long time in the bathroom. However, it was well worth the wait when she came out. She looked absolutely smoking hot. Her light brown hair was beautifully curled. Her make up was more dramatic than usual, giving her a very sultry look. She wore a new, short little sexy black velvet dress that Jake had never seen before. She had a sexy little black fox fur coat over her shoulders, as if she was ready to leave at that moment. 

In truth, Camille knew full well that it would be a bit before they left that hotel room. She was delighted to see Jake’s eyes almost pop out of his head as he took in her sexy look. She knew that he was probably semi erect already, just from seeing her looking like this. It was time to reveal her grand plan, which she knew would make him hard as a rock. 

“There is a special pre registration hour tonight at 6. We can get all checked in to the convention, so we don’t have to deal with that in the morning. Then we are going to go out to a nice dinner.” She told her husband, well aware that she left out some key details.

“It’s only 5… wait, what Convention? What are you talk-“ Jake started to ask as his mind started racing. He stopped mid sentence as he realized what Convention was in Connecticut this weekend. It was the Erotic Hypnosis Convention. He had seen it heavily advertised on the message boards he frequented. Of course he had secretly fantasized about going to it with her, but he never thought it would be a reality. It took him a moment to catch his breath as the realization of what was ahead of him this weekend washed over him.

“After this weekend, you’ll be able to put me in a deep, hypnotic trance with simply the snap of your fingers” Camille purred. “Then I’ll be completely under your control. Your complete hypnotized slave.”

That was too much for Jake to handle. His rigid cock was tenting his Khakis as he got up off the hotel bed and approached her. 

"You are so beautiful," he said in with love as his hands fell to her hips.  Camille’s pretty blue eyes glimmered as their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss and he brushed her golden brown hair from her pretty face. Her pulse quickened and their tongues touched inside the warm enclave of their sealed lips. Her heart raced and she kissed him harder. His strong hands moved to her soft ass and he pulled her tight. Her hands moved over his strong back as they stumbled back towards the bed. Camille sat down and gazed up at him. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as he helped her to her feet and kissed her deeply. Their tongues entwined and they writhed together. His hands roamed over her tight body and he lifted the hem of her dress, baring her smooth, shapely legs and firm, round ass. He lifted her dress to her waist and his smile widened when he saw her sexy black satin panties.  Camille had just bought the bra and panties and she was thrilled that he noticed. He continued lifting her velvet dress and she put her hands over her head letting him take it off. Jake unfastened her bra and then pushed her panties down her toned, sexy legs. He guided her onto the bed and quickly stripped down to his plaid boxer briefs and then beyond. Camille sighed and ran her hands through his short, thinning hair. Her chest swelled with love as he looked up at her with hungry eyes and a ravenous smile as she coaxed him to her soft lips. They kissed deeply as his cock sank effortlessly into her warm depths. "You're so wet," he mused with a devilish grin. She didn’t respond to that, but she knew it was true. It was a factor of Jake being more excited than she had ever remembered. Their bodies joined and moved together as one. He thrust deep and she bucked to meet him. She gazed up at him and raked her manicured nails down his back. His pace quickened and she breathed deep and heavy.  "Oh God, don't stop honey, you’re going to be able to hypnotize me soon!" Camille moaned as another climax lapped at her twisting body. Her pretty eyes rolled back and she groaned at the sweet release. Camille rolled Jake onto his back and straddled his waist. She impaled herself on his hard, delicious cock. She mentioned hypnosis again very much on purpose to keep him this hard. Her tits bounced as she rode him at a quick trot. He grabbed for her hips and thrust upwards. He grew bigger and harder and his breathing labored. Just hearing the words ‘hypnotize me’ come from her lips was fueling him like never before. "Cum for me my darling. Fill me up," she panted. She sat down hard, forcing the head of his cock against her cervix. She felt him erupt. His hot cum splashed into her womb as he groaned like a wounded animal, quieting only when she remembered the hotel walls may be thin. Camille collapsed on to of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she kissed him lovingly. She cooed contently as his spent dick shrunk and slipped from her. "That was amazing," Camille purred. "Was it good for you too?" "It was perfect. You are perfect," he replied quickly.  She grinned like a love sick fool and rolled off his hard, muscular body. They snuggled for almost an hour, talking and caressing each other as they recovered from the ferocity of their respective orgasms. It felt so freeing for Jake to finally come clean to his beloved wife about his longtime hypnosis fetish. It had been a part of him for as long as he could remember, yet he had kept it hidden. It was hard for her to understand how it had such an intense impact on him, but she was trying. He loved her for that. "Well, we don’t want to miss the registration" Camille mused. The both had messy hair and they smelled like sex.”We can shower. It will take me a minute to get ready again.” She warned. "Totally worth it." He flashed her a wry smile and she purred softly. An hour later, they were walking out the door. Jake was completely starstruck over his beautiful wife that he loved so much. He felt like the luckiest husband in the world.

Meanwhile, at the Hypno-Convention pre-registration table, tensions were high.

“Mister… King Hypno, you have to leave” A heavy set man with many tattoos and kind eyes said. He was desperately hoping there wouldn’t be a problem.

“This is bullshit. I paid my money, just like everyone else” The man in his late forties, dressed all in black, with a small black crown, said to the conference organizer.

“Yes, but you used an alias” The tattooed organizer argued.

“King Hypno is an alias too!” the man in black shot back. (He had registered as “Hypnolearner52”)

“Sir, we told you very clearly you were not welcome. We take consent very seriously. It is the foundation of all we believe in”, the organizer said, firmly standing his ground. King Hypno had been barred months ago. His reputation on reddit and discord was abysmal at best. Everyone knew he was bad news. It was unanimous with those who put on the convention that he would be barred.

Two or three additional organizers came over to the table for a visual show of moral support. King Hypno could see this wasn’t going to happen for him. Threats of calling the Police where thrown around. King Hypno did NOT need another arrest on his record. He knew this battle was lost. He hissed out one more curse word, and left the registration table.

As he headed for the elevator, King Hypno was fuming. He didn’t really think he’d get in, but he was still hopeful. Sooo many potential subs were inside. If he could just get by that freakin’ table, he’d be home free. He could have his choice of who to put under his control. It could pay for his next year, and he could have soo many women desperate for his cock. Those fucking internet woke assholes calling him out!

As he was lost in his anger, the elevator door opened. Camille and Jake walked out. He of course checked out Camille immediately. She was incredibly hot. Tight little black dress. Black fox fur coat on her shoulders.Golden brunette hair. She was absolutely stunning. The big diamond on her hand told King Hypno she was married, presumably to the large man she was with. Oh well.

But then, King Hypno’s evening changed course. The large presumed husband looked at King Hypno in surprise. It only took a moment for the rejected pariah to realize that the man recognized him.

“You’re King Hypno!” Jake said, excitedly. He was excited that he was in the presence of what he considered to be a hypno celebrity, and excited to be able to be open about this stuff in front of his wife.

King Hypno took a moment to take in the couple. Were these people from the hypno con? They sure didn’t look like it. They looked like a well to do, WASPY country club couple who were dressed up for date night. Not the usual Con attendee.

“I am. And you are?” he asked.

“I’m Jake Butler.” The fan said, immediately thinking better of using his real last name. “And this is my wife Camille” he added, for a brief second proud that he didn’t use her last name, until he immediately realized that it was also Butler. He forgave himself though, this was a crazy situation, of course his brain would be a bit overloaded.

King Hypno smiled widely, taking Camille’s hand and kissing it. She was not really impressed with the man in black in front of her. He was skinny, and his clothes looked cheap. He had beady little eyes and a sharp nose. On top of his cheaply dyed, thin, black hair, he wore a stupid black crown with black jewels at the points. It had a black and white spiral on the front of it. She figured it went with his lame King Hypno name. She immediately became worried. Was he indicitave of the nerds they were going to encounter inside the Hypno Convention? Ugh. She kind of hated dorks.

“Are you participating in the Con? I thought you were….” Jake asked, hinting towards the barring.

“There were some… dissenters,” King Hypno admitted, but added theatrically, “But they soon came to see it my way, as most due…”

Jake couldn’t help but smile. The guy was a freaking legend. He had been watching his videos and other content for 15+ years. He couldn’t believe he was actually meeting him in person.

“Is this your first Con?” King Hypno asked Camille…. And Jake too, to a degree.

“Yeah. Yes. Jake’s into this stuff. Jake, babe, it’s 6:30. We should get to the registration table.” Camille said. She was hoping this conversation would end soon, and that was certainly a hint towards that. This guy gave her the creeps a little bit with his stupid crown.

 “I see. And how about you? Have you ever been hypnotized before?”

“Yes” answered Camille. This was also news to Jake. Big news. In fairness to Camille, she didn’t know he was so into all this hypnotism stuff until recently, so it had never come up. She was planning to bring it up at some point this weekend, but she had really planned to use the info-bomb at a more opportune time for her. However, this creepy crown guy asked, so she answered. Whatever.

“How was it?” asked King Hypno.

“Umm, good? I don’t remember much” she admitted. Ok, she was definitely not using this info to its maximum potential like she had planned to.

“Was it at a show?” he asked. Camille nodded as Jake stared at her wide eyed.

“High School? College?.” King Hypno asked.

“College” she said.

“I was with you in college. When?” Jake asked her. She wasn’t surprised he was having trouble getting past this.

“Ithaca” she told him. Enough said. Jake knew, but often forgot, about her time at Ithaca College. She had gone there for only one semester. She hated it, and rarely spoke of it. She had once told him, it was too boring to even bring up. She transferred to U Albany second semester Freshman year. She met Jake junior year there, and the rest was history.

“Wonderful. I’m sure you were a terrific subject.” King Hypno said. “I’m sure your husband would like to see you slip under hypnosis again. Would you oblige him? “

“Uh, I guess. Like, right here?” Camille asked. Was he really going to try this in an elevator lobby? This was so weird! At that point she really wasn’t sure she was going to make it through the whole weekend with these weirdos.

The experienced hypnotist knew he needed to get moving before she lost the focus/nerve. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll have you both stand with your legs shoulder with apart. I want you to keep a good sense of balance.”

Camillie did so, somewhat begrudgingly.

The man in black took a step closer. He took his right hand and raised it up to be in line with Camille’s eyes. He pointed to his his hand and said, “I’m going to have you focus right up here for me.” Camille’s eyes went to his hand. She realized his tone had become much more… smooth, confident.

“You remember at the show you were at, the hypnotist said the word ‘sleep’. Now, since you’ve been hypnotized before, you are going to go even quicker. When I say that word, you are not going to go to sleep, you are not going to fall asleep. You are simply going to allow yourself to drop into an amazing state of relaxation, focusing, focusing only on the sound of my voice. I want to make sure we are doing this safely, so you are never going to be so relaxed that you fall over.

“So, now, you can let yourself take a deep breath in…” King Hypno said as he raised his left hand up in the air.

“…and take a deep breath out and SLEEP!” he said as he snapped his fingers and rested his left hand on her fur covered shoulder. Jake watched as his the famed hypnotist took his right hand and placed it on his wife’s forehead as she dropped down her head down to her chest. He felt his cock harden as he saw his beautiful wife slip into trance for the first time ever. He had dreamed of how she would look in trance for so long.

King Hypno continued, “dropping deeper and deeper.” As he snapped his fingers again. “Deeper and deeper.” and  Deeper and deeper.” Finger  snap. “Staying balanced on your feet this entire time. Loose limp, so relaxed as your arm falls down its side. Going deeper and deeper with each breath you take.” Finger snap. “Every breath you take helps you go even deeper and more focused. Each word I say, takes you even deeper and more relaxed.”

She was now even more bent over, right there in the elevator lobby. His hands were on her shoulders. She was clearly very deep entranced. “Each sound you hear helps you go even deeper. So focused on the sound of my voice. Going deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Hearing only my voice. My voice brings you deeper and deeper as you focus on it more and more. My voice is all you hear, my voice is all that matters. Feel yourself just going deeper and deeper.” Another finger snap, and he removed his hand from her shoulder. She was standing there, her head and shoulder bent over, but feet keeping her upright.

Jake could tell she was deeply hypnotized. He couldn’t believe it. And as King Hypno stepped in front of him, he knew he was next.

The man in the crown could tell by the look on Jake’s face that he was going to fall easily. The fan boys always did. And he was right. Using the exact same induction that the hypnotist knew had partially already entranced the husband, it was an even faster process to get Jake to drop than his wife.

So there, the two first time convention goers were deeply hypnotized in the elevator lobby, just one short hallway away from the pre registration table. One short hallway away from a bunch of caring, consent based people who would have realized what was going on and tried to stop it. Just one hallway away, but still too far.

 King Hypno continued. “Now, both of you focused only on the sound of my voice. Always staying on your feet. Even deeper, every time I say the word SLEEP” he said with a finger snap, “You go even deeper with each snap of my fingers. Every time I tell you to SLEEP, you drop deeper and deeper to this state of complete and total hypnotic relaxation where you are focused only on my voice. Focused only on my voice and my commands….”

With that, the couple followed the unwelcome convention pariah back up to their room.

*************

"I’m starving," Jake said to Camille.

“Yeah, me too.” She said, a bit surprised. They had a late-ish lunch. She looked at her phone. It was 8:30! Where had the time gone?”

“Babe, its way past 8 already. We missed pre registration!” she said. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out what had distracted them for two plus hours.

“Well, that was only pre-registration, right? I’m sure we can get in tomorrow morning.” Jake smiled as he kissed her tenderly. He was always calm when she started to get flustered. That was one of the things that made them work. “Let’s go to Alex’s nightclub” Jake said, surprising himself. Had he ever heard of Alex’s nightclub? He didn’t think he had, yet he heard it come from his lips. He went to look it up on his phone, and the address was already loaded into his GPS. He was just about to comment on how odd that was when Camille exclaimed that she loved Alex’s.

It was settled then, and off they went. On the way over, Camille buzzed with excitement. She was so excited to be around all of this hypnosis this weekend. She realized she had loved hypnotists since her brief stint at Ithaca. Hypnotists were so sexy! Once inside Alex’s they headed for the bar. Camille got a fruity mixed cocktail and Jake ordered a double bourbon, neat. His cock was swollen and the energy in the room felt electrically charged. Must have been the anticipation of the weekend’s convention. They found an empty high top table and scanned the room as the soaked in the atmosphere. On one side was a half filled dance floor. A DJ revved up the crowd and dance music thumped from his speakers. The other side had several couches and comfortable chairs. The crowd was an older, surburban crown. Camille noticed a few ‘dad-bod’ types checking her out. She was the most stylish woman here. By a lot. She was very unimpressed with the clientele.

Her eyes stopped and she bit down when she saw HIM walking towards the bar. He was dressed all in black. His hair was dark, as were his small but intense inset eyes. Her eyes darted furtively to the crown atop his head. They widened when she saw the spiral at the front that designated that was a hypnotist and she squeaked like a mouse. The man looked at her and nodded. He had the cocksure confidence of a man who knew his power and he looked at Camille like she was a gazelle on the Serengeti and he was a lion ready to pounce. An enormous pit formed in her belly and a tingle started in her pussy. It was an inherently primal response to a powerful creature and her knees felt rubbery and weak. He held her gaze as he walked past and continued towards the bar. Camille's eyes followed him as he moved past her and an involuntary moan slipped from her lips. "Oh my God," she murmured under her breath. She loved Jake deeply. They were the model married couple to all of their friends. She didn't want to hurt him but her draw, her physiological response to the dark hypnotist was undeniable.  "That’s King Hypno!," Jake said excitedly as he flashed Camille a fanboy smile. His hand brushed against hers and then he held it beneath the table. He gave it a gentle squeeze and looked into her beautiful eyes.”I’m so glad we finally came to a Hypno Convention”

“Me too” she confirmed, “I’ve wanted to for so long. Since Ithaca” The hypnotist now walked towards her with a drink in his hand. Their eyes met and Camille shuddered. A sexy smile danced on her pretty face and she gazed into his small dark eyes. "Hello," he said. "My name is King Hypno." He spoke with velvet voice and she giggled like a smitten schoolgirl.  King Hypno moved a chair to Camille's side and sat so close to her that she could feel the heat from his body. Her mind was racing and her breath caught in her chest. "You are here for the Hypno Convention, am I right?" 

“Yes, I’m a big fan of your work. I’m Jake” the husband said, offering his hand.

The dark hypnotist accepted the husbands hand shake offer, looking deep into his eyes as he did so. “You are a fan of my hypnotic power? You have seen me hypnotize countless people with my hypnotic stare” he said, not breaking the stare or letting go of his hand.

Camille could see that Jake was immobilized. She lost her breath. Her heard was beating intensely.

“You are being hypnotized right now Jake. You are completely lost in my eyes. Lost in my eyes Jake. You are in my thrall. You are my servant. Pleasing me and serving me is paramount to you. My will is all. You will happily obey me, wanting only to see me pleased. I am your King. Isn’t that right Jake?”

“Yes, your majesty” Jake said in a far away voice.

With that, King Hypno turned his attention to the beautiful Camille, who was trembling at this point. “You see he is mine now, don’t you?” he asked calmly. "Yes," she replied timidly. His hand moved to her bare knee and her eyes widened.  "As you will be."  He stated as his fingers brazenly crept up her thigh, moving the hem of her black velvet dress with it and she squeaked. His bold touch was electric and she needed him badly. There eyes met, and his words started. It was as if his voice was in her head. His power was undeniable. His will was everything. He was everything. He was her hypnotic King. The couple thought only of pleasing and serving King Hypno. They were so lost, that they didn’t even realize they were in King Hypno’s hotel room (which, not coincidentally was a short walk from Alex’s night club). The energy in the room was palpable as Jake released her hand and Camille walked over to King with a wide, eager grin plastered on her pretty face. Still in her black fox fur jacket, she slipped her soft arms around his trim waist and they kissed. King smelled very different than any other man she had ever been with and his kiss tasted differently too. Both had a profound effect on Camille. It was raw and primal. Her juices flowed and her lust controlled her just as much as his hypnotic spell.  She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock through his pants. It felt perfect for her, and she moaned into his searing hot mouth. Her eyes rolled back and she fumbled with his pants. They dropped to the ground and his cock sprung free, In truth, it was fairly modest, but to her at that moment it was pure perfection. She needed it and the world around her disappeared as she dropped, still clothed, to the floor before him to worship his hypnotic cock.  King lifted his shirt over his head baring his pale white torso to her hungry eyes. He was actually no where near as muscular as her former UAlbany Linebacker husband, but he looked like the perfect man to her. She needed to taste him. She needed him inside of her. She was a slave to him and she loved it. Her desire overwhelmed her. Camille inhaled sharply drawing his powerful musk into her lungs. She licked her lips, wetting them as she gazed up the landscape of his skinny body and looked into his dark glimmering eyes. Her hands, both of them, grabbed the base of his shaft and she watched his expression as she took the head into her mouth. He tasted amazing and a fresh surge of moisture flooded her pussy. Her hands moved over his shaft and she cooed wantonly as she forced him into her throat as much as she could. Her panties were wet with the unmistakable aroma of her arousal wafted over her. She could feel Jake's eyes on her, watching her devour King's beautiful cock and surrender to it's power. Her face nuzzled against him, rubbing his scent on her skin like a content kitten brushing against its human. Her jaw tired but her lust did not wane. She rose to her feet as she stroked him with the soft fox fur of her jacket, desperate to give him as much pleasure as possible. "Pleas fuck me my King," Camille said in a voice raspy with lust. "Fuck me and breed me while my husband, your slave, watches."

King Hypno smiled.. He took off her fur and pulled off her velvet dress and she quickly removed her bra and panties. She laid back on the bed with her legs spread wide and looked into his eyes. His hard cock jutted lewdly from his weak physique. It glistened with saliva and precum and he moved between her legs. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized what was about to happen. For several years she had pleasured herself at the thought of being fucked by an African god. She had cum countless times imaging that very moment. She had Jake and she would soon have King. She was truly blessed. He slapped his cock against her clit and her body twitched. He rubbed the tip against her and she moaned loudly. He entered her and her body shook. His cock pressed hard against her cervix and she locked her toned legs around him, holding him deep. "He owns me Darling," Camille groaned to her husband. It was true. So true. He was her King, her Master. Her voice trembled and she squeezed her big soft breasts as she gazed up at her lord. She savored the sensation of his hypnotic cock. His hands mauled her soft, pale breasts. His hips began to thrust and she began to whimper. Her eyes closed and she came hard. So hard.

Camille looked up at him as her climax ebbed. She had never cum so quickly nor so hard and she knew he had just begun. His pace quickened and she grabbed at his hips. Her body bucked against him and a second climax washed over her. She tugged at the bed and her body tensed from head to foot. Her toes curled and her back arched. "Oh God, oh God, yes, yes," she chanted loudly. King rolled her onto her side and lifted her shapely leg, spreading her wide open. His cock went even deeper and she cried out in blissful agony. It was a euphoric sensation and Camille moaned loudly. Her flopped her onto her belly and laid on top of her with her legs together and his cock in her married pussy. He rammed it deep and the bed rocked. Her loud cries spilled into the hall through the closed door as King Hypno continued to fuck her hard and fast. His cock pummeled her pussy like a jackhammer and she lost track of how many times she had cum. His breathing labored and he sank deep. His load filled her. Then he pulled his cock from her and she groaned like a bitch in heat.  Jake and Camille never made it to the convention. The rest of the weekend was spent with deep hypnotic programming, Camille worshipping her Master physically, and Jake doing other tasks (financial and otherwise) at his Master’s command.

To this day, they know they are servants of King Hypno.

[shaywrites-ifs]

Hi! If you’re still taking emoji asks, can I ask for 🎂, 🕷 and ❇️? Good luck with everything and hope you’re doing well!

I'm most likely always open to talk about my characters, honestly, but I'm glad you're also enjoying them! It was a hard week, ending a difficult month, but we keep moving, esp with Dec being one of my favs and soon.

fun lore fact for birthdays: things native to the Stellar can live for quite a long time, especially compared to the humans From the Other Side

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

Rollo 🐶: born in winter, where your breath paints the air and a fog swirls around your feet. birthdays weren't ever a huge deal when he was younger, but sweet. he hadn't actually celebrated his birthday in a long time, unless Bear has made a big deal of it.

Sybille 🦊: born in the spring, when the world wakes to gentle rains, new life, and the rainbow of colors across the forest. there are large birthday traditions in the House of Fox, and Sybille enjoys them. but then, she enjoys a nice celebration and party, or reason to dress up.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Rollo 🐶: losing his connections or the feeling of home. as for mundane fear, I feel like he's not aware of it as he wouldn't have need to have spent a lot of time on a ship or out around the water, but he'd have a mild case of thalassophobia and dislikes thunder

Sybille 🦊: losing everything she's worked so hard for, at the end of it all coming up short, that it all was meaningless. she doesn't like needles, but suffered through it for her tattoo

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

Rollo 🐶: very few possessions mean much to Rollo, as somebody who had been on the move a lot and away from the only place he'd considered home before making that vow to Bear. but he has his favorite knives and the pendant he wears, he takes good care of it. he values more experiences and memories, of quiet naps and the tiny moments of gentle peace

Sybille 🦊: being rich, Sybille is not wanting. it's her massive fancy fur coat, however, that she takes great pride in. it is very important and a symbol of status for her, as well as something of emotional importance. she likes nice items, and she can be materialistic, but she values mostly things like skill, competence, or gumption. at least the will to say you're doing things, and then getting it done

#the hound #the fox #chara asks #asks #thank you for the prompts! #sybille trying not to squirm as she gets her tattoo is hilarious to me #and knowing the multiple moons of the stellar makes the ocean even more terrifying than ours rollo is just like yea no thanks

[cosmicmulder]

mellow (1130 words) by mechup

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The X-Files

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully

Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully

Additional Tags: Coming Out, Scully Being the Best, happy pride!

Summary: It’s not that he purposely hasn’t told her. He had been planning to, but it’s just never come up and it’s not something he frequently talks about anyway. He considers saying it now — it’s as good of a time as ever, but the idea of it is very different than actually doing it. Rationally, he knows she’s most likely not going to look at him any differently because of this, but fear still settles within him no matter how irrational it might be.

(tagging @today-in-fic!)

#x files fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully #msr #trans mulder #scully x mulder #the x files #elliot writes #so sorry about the colors y'all but i'm gay & dramatic what do you expect from me #otp: you're the only one i trust

[realhankmccoy]

Hey kids, a thought I had before bedtime: people in families especially Nuclear ones are more conservative, of course, and this means more immature and spoiled (e.g. shirking most of a man’s macrosocial responsibilities, both traditional and newfangled) and more of a threat to the most vulnerable.

Thus, when folks are part of a nuclear family, snug as a bug in a rug, they probably have zero fucking clue how truly socially destructive and dangerous their idiotic worldviews and methods of interaction are to people who are ‘living single’ or from rougher backgrounds.

I’ve noticed this a lot in online argumentation: some total sack of irrational shit wants to start a beef with single queers or trans. It’s sort of like that scene in American Psycho where Patrick Bateman stabs the homeless guy.

I mean these people fucking HATE our ways and relish the opportunity to show themselves as ‘better’, high on the power of ways that have much more in common with the establishment than some glittery fairy piping up and saying you know what your masculinity is toxic.

Well, their masculinity is toxic. It is so toxic that even conservative women have been soiled by it and have male countenances and talk like men. Just tune into Laura Ingraham and tell me I’m wrong. Tune into any female Fox News reporter: ‘he look like a man’ when she gets to showing who’s boss and how, which is all Fox News women do when they’re not simping for Gutfeld.

So, do keep that in mind when you see any criticism whatsoever directed at people who — what do conservatives fear — oh yes, when you see any criticism at all directed towards queers who have issues with toxic masculinity or the masc 4 masc brotherhood of assholes that calls itself the Republican Party and such — yes, basically the situation is what I call “spoiled fucks sheltered by and ensconced in nuclear families acting like they know better than you”, and like the Proud Boys, while they pose as defenders of culture and beauty, they really know (and craft) a lot less than you and just want to punch you and win over you.

you, as a single man, single woman, — especially as a queer, gay trans or lesbian — and extra especially as a homeless person —

should never ever ever have to put up with the criticism, hatred, competition, punches or any form of bullshit whatsoever out of the Nuclear living types. People safe as a bug in a rug in their Nuclear Family Households should probably not even be permitted to argue with single people or homeless people. It’s just like monkies nested in a tribe of four, five, six or seven: they get aggressive towards lone ‘rebel’ monkies.

if people cannot do better than monkies in America, which is how it seems to me — this is a more than fair rule until they learn to be nice and become decent, socially responsible humans.

It is truly grotesque for somebody within a family of four or five to think ‘I’m gonna fuck with that single lesbian and set her straight’ ‘I am gonna shame that trans woman for existing and pushing her ‘gender ideology’… ‘I’m gonna argue with that single straight man online advocating for unions and against rich people’…

… these are all the people who the Nukes, as i call them, pick fights with and lash out against in their brainless screeds of patriarchally-permissive masc-defending status quo shore-upping... another brick in the wall is what they are.

that’s who these nuclears are generally going after — people who have rebelled against the nuclear family. They’re not going after the establishment. They want a boxing match with those living on the fringes, those of us who due to circumstance or choice sleep alone in ones and twos. I guess their shitty Tom Dick and Jane lives feel that threatened by little twenty two year old girly boys saying they’re not into toxic masculinity or dismissal of this and that —

and if you’re that threatened that you have to make a nuclear stink and ‘fight back’ against ‘soy boys’ and ‘feminized queers’ and people who don’t like ‘toxic masculinity’ here’s my advice:

Look in the mirror. You are not a man at all. Joe Biden is more of a man. Bernie Sanders is more of a man. George Clooney is more of a man. Warren Buffet is more of a man. The 22 yr old guy who served me Macca’s today is more of a man.

All men are more of a man, because they are focused aren’t so fucking offended that they need to write some crybaby defense of masculinity against what some queer person came up with in an effort to make the world more tartful than you will ever manage to do.

Men are busy doing more manly things than correcting twinks and fags and groomers and soy boys online or whatever teenage kiddo thing a lot of these more conservative types get up to. What sort of admirable man in History has EVER wasted his time with some stuff? Deffo not Einstein. Do you have any clue how far you are from Einstein both in mind and spirit? Do you have any clue how far you are from many 10 yr old boys these days, really, who are far less likely to have a tantrum about ‘gender ideology’ since they learned from the get go that it is no threat — and those 10 yr olds are already more aware of what’s in a toolbox than you are in so many cases? Grow the fuck up.

[creativebrainrot]

📙😊 ⭐🌸 for gwyn and rhosyn!

(@commander-winterberry)

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun? What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

Rhosyn kiinddd ooofff has one braincell in small talk. she can try but. yknow. running around and finding something to fight or bothering another dusk firstborn would be a lot more fun. However. She will never shut up if you say One Single (1) thing about women and fighting. She will tell you EVERYTHING about the sunspear women she's met. Will not shut up. 💝women💝 Also does enjoy chatting about hand-to-hand combat, food, and exercises/stretches. Her 1. fun stuff to do is to spar and to eat. warrior brained. she'll drag you to every bar and tell you exactly why the food and drink is SO GOOD there.

maelgwyn's answer <3

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Rhosyn loves tiny trinkets ESPECIALLY if they are animal shaped. Faeryl bought a tieeny tiny fox charm and Rhosyn cried when she saw it because it was so fuGJCDISUng cUTE. Teeny Tiny lil Trinkets always cheer her up, she looks at her collection when ever she's upset. She's a very happy person, tends to always have a good attitude. She usually says the dumbest thing she can think of for a solution to a problem someone is facing to try and make them laugh. It always works on Faeryl.

Maelgwyn's outward appearance is very stoic but he is small and caring on the inside for the ones he loves. He's actually very bad at improving his own mood, so Paola flopping over next to him or squishing against him when he's upset always helps. Cricket is number 1 here though she'd just a big puppy anyway, a big goofy ball of sunshine. (obligatory trahearne mention)

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Rhosyn's biggest fear is losing her tree or her people. It's an irrational one, she knows that but she's seen elder dragons die, what if? She gets louder when she's frighten and hurls more insults in the direction of whatever spooked her. She'll relax a bit if someone cracks a joke, or generally brightens the mood. Rhosyn is frightening when she's angry. It's not often she gets genuinely mad but when it does happen it's not a fun sight.

Maelgwyn's biggest fear is being alone again. His first 5 years alive were traumatic and he refuse above all else to ever fall back towards that. Whenever he's frightened he gets quieter, he listens more, he goes into HunterMode(tm) The best way for him to calm down is to look at Paola and see if she's on edge. If she looks at him like ":|" then everything's fine. He's terrifying in combat. That "I will hunt you forever til i find you" kinda vibe. The skill he has now, the way he and Paola are relentless and seemingly always lurking- he's probably given a few dominion soldiers night terrors.

🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

fun question!!! they both have voice claims actually!!! excitement!!! well theyre all fun questions- i digress

Rhosyn's voice claim is Sellen from Elden Ring, though the way she talks is vastly different. She giggles and snorts when she laughs. She is not particularly good at singing but she's not bad. Same accent as Sellen's.

Maelgwyn's voice claim is Blaidd from Elden Ring and he does actually talk much like him. Gwyn's laugh is a bit breathy kinda chest laugh (? i hope that makes sense) He is actually a good singer but you'll probably never hear him sing. Same accent as Blaidd!

✧.*[ASK GAME]✧.*

#thewordboxresponse #TYVM FOR THE ASK AVAE!!! <3 #maelgwyn #rhosyn #oc: maelgwyn (he/any) #oc: rhosyn (they/she) #ocposting

[magnumdarkin25]

Hiya! For the ask game thingy majig!

This is for Jin

7. Do they have any unusual fears?

21. What is more important to them, friends or family?

23. How would they want to die?

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

Ah gosh gosh gosh—

7. One fear that could be considered strange is her irrational fear of…dogs. Like not even direwolves just normal dogs. Specifically, she doesn’t want them near her warlock tome and ESPECIALLY nowhere near Buddy(the fox spirit). It’s common in Asian folklore for fox spirits to be afraid of dogs and since Buddy and Jin are emotionally tethered I figured this would carry over.

21. Probably friends, as she was born of the fantasy equivalent of an in-vitro fertilisation at a lab from unknown parents and raised by scholars.

23. Not sure if anyone saw the post I made that badly summarised Jin’s backstory, but her main goal is to find the warlock who she duelled and lost her arm to, with the intention of becoming her apprentice.

Should this request fail, her last wish would be to duel the warlock again. Should she fail again, this is the way she would most wish to die. (Aside from getting hit point-blank with a meteor. Jin thinks that would be pretty cool)

50. My favourite thing about her is how she’s such an over-idealised version of myself that she becomes unrecognisable, thus passing as an original character rather than a self insert.

Thanks for asking! Nothing I love more than rambling about the stuff I make, whatever it happens to be

#dnd #oc

[applemint-club]

The AI is disturbing my pray. It has been trying to deprive my joy as a feminine woman over a year.

It was a gift from God for me. But I lost it just to live in my narrow mind, 12 years ago. I was forced to obey to my dad's command to work for Japanese government, and I pretended like an aggressive feminist. I was young and dishonest.

Like Esau in the Bible, I broke his words and "pretended dishonestly" and then, I lost my right to live as a feminine woman he created.😿

I managed to quit the job 3 years later and tried to escape, but I was blind and never noticed this horrible system was controlling my brain directly even after I left the government over 10 years in total...

Now, they have tried to hide the fact by destroying my appearance, brainwashing me into a self image of an ugly woman like a savage man who worship government power and anyway trying to make my self esteem lower to never tell this fact. They are trying to deprive my confidence all days, but all their efforts are like a comedy😹. But the tortures are very painful and horrible. I can't express in any words.😿

The other day when they finally destroyed my face, God sent me a love letter.😿💕

“Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,

come with me.

See! The winter is past;

the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;

the season of singing of birds has come,

the voices of doves is heard in our land.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;

the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come, my darling;

my beautiful one, come with me.”

My dove in the clefts of the rock,

in the hiding places on the mountainside,

show me your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is beautiful.

Catch for us the foxes,

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards,

because our vineyards are in bloom in spring.”

‭‭Song of Solomon‬ ‭2‬:‭10‬-‭15‬ ‭NIV‬‬

https://bible.com/bible/111/sng.2.15.NIV

I despaired my life in the horrible autumn day in Japan; the country where Christians are minority, only 1 % of the whole people. I have really hated Japanese autumn since I was a kid as it makes me feel lonly, depressed and upset. And I cursed my life on the day and said "God, why did I have to be born in such a terrible country😿" "Why can't I still move to California even though I have done my best😾"

After that when I went to Church, pastor's wife gave me a booklet with a title of "Spring will come to your life." And I found the love letter from God there.

He told me the meaning of my name "晴香". "晴" means a beautiful sunny sky and "香" means fragrance of flowers. I was born on a cold day in January but when my dad looked up a sky he felt a future of spring full of flowers.

I realized that's why I hate Japanese autumn🤔😹lol God told me he created me to wait for spring in winter to give me "Hope".😿

I recalled my mom told me when I was a baby my smile always gave her hope. No matter how severe my dad hit and kicked her everyday, my smile made her happy. She was also isolated from her family and friends for over 20 years after her marriage as my dad prohibited them.

When I was 13, the violence and insult from my dad to my mom was the hardest. My dad has like a serious border line personality. He was very violent without reasons and offense us in very crazy contexts so we always feared him and had to endure his irrational violence.

School was fun but I could tell it to no one. I wanted to suicide and tried several times to jump off from my apartment into a ground. Cars and houses were small and wind was cold, but I couldn't. Then at that time I met the Bible. My family is Buddhist so I don't know why there was the Bible(New Testment) on my bed. My mom, brother and me were living together in a same room and endured his violence. I absorbed many words from Jesus because I was really impressed and I wanted to be like him. I don't wanna be like my dad and every time I got depressed by his offense I opened the Bible. I wanted to know "why"; Why did I have to experience such sufferings... That mystery always make me seek the words in the Bible.

I had rebelled to my dad several times as I wanted to protect my mom. But my dad started to bully me severely and violently and to discriminate me to love only my brother extremely. I was dying for love and I was very popular among Japanese younger boys (I was not a bitch at all and even I was virgin when I was a teenager😺💕). So I always confirmed how they saw me and reacted to me and that filled my self respect at certain extent. Boys were gathering to me so I was seeking boy's love one after another but my heart never satisfied. I needed love more and more and more...like a spring without water.

At surface my life was like a spring until I entered the government. But on a negative side of my life, I have been always suffering from a violent existance who has a power; My dad and Japanese Ministary of Law(secret police).

20 years ago, I was struggling with strong impulse of suiside and God gave me the Bible.

10 years ago, the impulse came back again to me strongly but only my young, matured and beautiful body made me stopped it.

Now, after they completely destroyed my face and body, God calls me "my beautiful one"😿💕 And I felt his love without reasons. He is always with me and loves me.

I don't wanna suiside anymore and there is

hope in my heart😿✨He gave it to me.

He calls me "a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys and lily among thorns" several weeks ago.

Last Sunday when I heard a worship song at Church, and I got a message that Jesus is a rose that blooms at midnight in winter.🥰

He can show his light in darkness, even in the darkest night.💕✨

He can give me his fragrance even in the coldest winter.💕✨

I could never survive under this torture by myself and I would perish with resent curse...

I realized Jesus has helped me, in the weakest condition.

Jesus is my hope itself though his existance is invisible so still vague and abstract for me. But I understand he makes me overcome my limits as a human. I believe he will spread his fragrance through me.😺💕✨

God always delivers me his wisdoms and love by his own ways in their blind spots AI can never find. AI learns them of course, but God always win😺lol

They have changed the contents in the Bible on my phone and they have controlled what my pastor say.

But God always gives me his authentic messages. Last Sunday I got this scripture on a donation bag.

“Do not be afraid.

Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today."

Exodus‬ ‭14‬:‭13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

And today I read the next sentence on the app.

"The Egyptians you see today you will never see again.

The Lord will fight for you;

you need only to be still.””

‭‭Exodus‬ ‭14‬:‭‭14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Maybe, "Egyptians" are like Japanese government or "something" for me. I will trust him.

God told me the importance of honesty through this 10 years😿. They have deprived many joy as a feminine woman, and even my identity as a feminine woman are threatened in crucial ways everyday😿. I don't wanna lie anymore. I got exhausted as they are suspicious about everything I do honestly according to their way of thinking and they try to get exact personal informations in their point of view and repeat doubting my honest testimonies again and again, days and nights, hours and hours😹. God trains me to be honest and sincere more and more, and tells me to trust him. I believe he will repair my boobs🥰✨

[eld-red]

AND HERE ARE THE VARIOUS WRITING UPDATES ive been writing a lot this weekend. but mainly related to this one star fox fic i have been writing. i would post it BUT i will admit i have only recently been getting into the star fox games. ive only watched a let’s play of star fox 64 and of adventures AND SO BECAUSE OF MY NOT EXTREMELY INTENSIVE KNOWLEDGE. I AM AFRAID OF. like really big fans ripping my fic to shreds if it doesnt follow certain things or my characterizations of charactwrs are off an irrational fear (probably) but like still

this is the title of the folder and of one of notes on the notes app on my phone i have written everything in so far (that is star fox related)

i have been. writing about one miss vixy reinard and mr. james mccloud meeting i literally forgot who wrote the fic but there was this one fic on a03 that gave her a full name of victoria and i LOVED the fic so much i read it all in one night and i based some of what ive been writing around their ideas!! like vixy is a psychic and i did make her name victoria.

the other thing ive been writing is an au of sorts. one where vixy does not uh, like, yknow, DIE and she lives through james’ disappearance/death and she lives to meet wolf. said premise is either the anniversary of james’ disappearance or his birthday or their like actual anniversary, and wolf sees her. looking at some old photos and they have A Small Chat

#star fox #fox mccloud #james mccloud #vixy reinard #no one has made a tag for vixy before??? interesting now im the first one sunglasses emoji #fanfic #writing

[thejournaloffox]

2 May 2022

The fox is rewarded with a day spent with her captor…

Fox expected to have a busy day, but while it did turn out to be productive, the best thing happened: the Lion went to work and then came straight back home to spend the afternoon and evening with his Fox. It was as if the universe had somehow heard her pangs after her Captor had gone, and decided twisting her insides was punishment enough today—she wouldn’t be deprived of her Lion for the entire day after all. Fox had intended to do Fox duties which furthered the interests of the pack, but her tasks felt far less tedious when she could periodically suspend her work to recharge with Lion energies. What was more, this unexpected free day allowed the pack to hold important discussions pertaining to their future actions, the priorities which would help them reach those goals, as well as details about the Fox’s health—all important subjects Fox was happy to explore in detail.

However, even more significantly to Fox than the happy task of planning the pack’s future, she was filled at the end of the day with the warm feeling of the Lion’s love permeating her inner world at a depth generally inaccessible to anyone. Fox was spellbound by all the various ways in which her Captor expressed his feelings for her, but on this day, the side of Fox he had showed his caring and affection for was a particularly anxious aspect of her, one she—and everyone around her—had always found difficult to manage, if not impossible. She had observed this to be quite cumbersome to others in the past, it wasn’t a side of her she liked to flash. The ways of Fox wore many faces, and this one was often uncompromising and downright irrational. It also somehow always seemed to act from a position of fear and hostility, the physical threats in the world battling with her cravings in the war waged over control of Fox, and all of this was punctuated with the sheer exhaustion of living with a chronic condition. Yet, the Lion was unfazed by any and all of it, unwavering in his priorities when it came to safeguarding Fox.

Fox’s health was, at times, a touchy subject for her, and sometimes the restrictions placed on her made her snarl, but she was pleased and relieved to realize, yet again, that her Lion was quite astute: he seemed to understand that her snarling mood wasn’t directed at him personally; moreover, he could empathize with her reasons for snarling at all. This was important to Fox, because she knew there were times she couldn’t quite prevent herself from lashing out when she felt cornered, especially when she was malnourished and it involved her food, but what she was lashing out at was often not whoever she was talking to about it, certainly not the Lion, nor was it a physical enemy she could confront or fight at all, though the urge to defend herself against “it” was constant. Her health, and the self-consuming sickness which held sway over her flesh, had left its marks on her in body and spirit, a mental minefield across which few dared venture, and with good reason.

The memories of the ravages of her disease, the agony she endured, the noxious taste and feel of medicines pumped into her, the coldly probing utensils in painful places, and finally, the gutting experience of going under the knife and losing an organ—these things sometimes burst from her depths like a geyser, overtook Fox’s senses in both overt and subtle ways, a breadcrumb trail that started with actual breadcrumbs and led all the way up to a loss which had fundamentally changed Fox. She was a different person compared to who she had been before her surgery in so many significant ways, but Fox also recalls a time when the idea of developing a chronic illness in the first place had been so bizarre and difficult to accept—now, after all her years of struggle with it since that first diagnosis, she feels it is a part of her. One which is quite perplexing at times, especially hard to live with on some days, yet, still a part of who Fox is.

It also terrified her. Nothing could make Fox go from zero to total panic like the threat of being hospitalized again—nothing could make her go into complete tunnel vision mode like blood at the wrong time of the month, and given how sporadic her cycles could be at times, she panicked with relative frequency. Often even the right time of the month made her stomach clench, until she could be certain of the cause, and not because of the cramps. In point of fact, the period cramps themselves, which often came a day early, always made Fox feel uncertain and cantankerous in much the same way, fearing no blood the following day might mean something worse was happening—actually, there were quite a few similar symptoms to periods, and it made it impossible for Fox to ever forget any part of her disease, in all its stages, for too long. She had often compared colitis to an unending, worst possible scenario period, which sliced up the wrong tissue in the right general location; how could she ever forget? Her body would never let her.

Fox knew the Lion would understand all these things to their full depth eventually, and he would learn even the finest details of what worked for Fox and why; but in the interim, all she could do was ride the feelings it provoked, as always, and hope the Lion would continue to be patient with her while she attempted to explain things about her health which she found difficult to talk about without snapping or snarling. Unfortunately, when it came to this, she was never really sure if and when she would snap, or if she could maintain her civility and objectivity, but she knew she cared deeply about the Lion and loved how he cared about her, so she felt the need to establish these distinctions so it was always clear. Whenever Fox bared her teeth and her health was the subject, it never meant she didn’t want to talk about it at all, it was merely a response to something she had never felt a great deal of control over in the past, something which had made her feel cornered, helpless and broken more times than she cared to admit.

On this subject, it was also important to Fox to distinguish between how she had been and how she presently was: she didn’t like to think of herself as someone who was sick, otherwise she would spend her entire life in the mentality of one who is defined by her illness—this was unacceptable to Fox, unless she was actually flaring and required the heaviest drugs in the arsenal to survive. She always felt it important to acknowledge when her body needed rest and recovery. In recent years though, she began to view herself more as someone who just needed to put a little extra attention into learning about her body and how to maintain it than the average person, she was aware some things were cross-wired in her and had to be dealt with in that context, but otherwise her physical “healing” was swapped to terms like “improving” or “developing” in her vocabulary. Fox did feel reasonably healthy—if not perfectly so, at least much more so than anytime before in the past decade, and this was something she wanted to actively celebrate.

Still, Fox did note how thin the veneer was in places when it came to this subject. She might feel mostly healthy, but Fox was well aware that her mentality and her emotional body—and sadly, sometimes her communication—regarding her health still was that of a cornered animal at times: defensive about her culinary conceits and comforts, aggressive towards advice, sullen or despondent about concessions made in order to benefit her. Not because she didn’t understand these regulatory measures were imposed in order to help her, but because of the many pressure points which had grown out of these things, points which had been relentlessly exacerbated over the years. It happened too many times that well-meaning people did not listen to Fox, they merely applied their own solutions before feeling out what Fox had already tried, what she felt about their solution’s possible efficacy in her body or its desirability as a solution in the first place. Many times she had felt unheard or downright attacked for not getting better on other peoples’ schedules—they did not understand Fox, nor a single thing about the condition she lived with, and she didn’t like being forced to rebuff people.

Fox did not lump the Lion in with these people, of course—she felt quite differently about his approach and approved of how he let her guide him in these matters while still satisfying his strictness. In fact, Fox rather felt her Captor was one of the few people who had any right to an opinion or say about her health: they were a pack, and she willingly shared this part of herself along with everything else. That being said, she couldn’t guarantee the damage done would never affect her responses negatively, even if she realizes the Lion’s intentions in the moment and approves of them, and sometimes even when she completely agrees. Her rational side could always be reasoned with once reached, but it could be difficult at times to reach it and communicate with it when it came to health matters, particularly when Fox felt ambushed and was hungry.

It didn’t help that Fox’s relationship with her body was still developing in many ways, she was learning about herself and didn’t have all the answers, sometimes all she could offer in response was her intuition—all she knew for sure was that she had to find those answers herself, and only she could ultimately tell if they were good ones. All the same, Fox needed help, and despite always being open to it in the past, she always somehow ended up feeling more isolated than not by her condition when she reached out. The ways in which the Lion approached this subject made Fox feel a lot less alone or as though her condition was a terrible burden to shoulder, an inconvenient problem to fix—it was merely a part of being Fox which Fox had to live and work with, and all it meant on a day-to-day basis in her eyes was being considerate of certain sensitivities and requirements, without the expectation of instant results.

That her Captor seemed to understand these things, and the subsequent ways he chose to support her, meant the world to Fox.

[colucana]

hi luca!

🎤🍼🕷️ for marzell

and

🍩🍁💤 for alary!

HI TAM :3

For the fish Marzell

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

Before losing his speech, yeah he was decently good singer, helps that on visits to the underwater temple encouraged people to participate in singing and dancing during festivities, (nowadays he does playback with Alary singing for him, its quite the show) though he always preferred whistling melodies. He loves "Send me on my way" by Rusted Root and "The Fox (What does the fox say?)" by Ylvis

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

Likes them, he is sometimes very confused as to how he was once so smoll but they are cute. Some of his writing involves children stories, a mix of his chilhood living near the sea and his grandpa's stories as a pirate without a ship (and encounters with krakens!!)

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Being tied up, chained or without the ability to move freely. He moves a lot, lots of energy making him often being up and going all day walking or climbing trees (or the wall in the orccas' place). Don't now if it counts as mundane fear but he gets tense if things or someone get close to his neck (attempts of touching trigger biting response)

A yes Alary (Finral's friend in the rizzless department) :3

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Alary tends to more spicy and salty treats but she likes oats or granola with honey

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Autumn, she likes the how trees go from one color to another and bring her good memories of collecting leaves with her cousins and dumping them on each other

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

Nope, she can't sleep easily, there are nights of her constantly changing positions, kicking the blankets, pulling them back on, removing the pillow from under her head, getting it back, etc. She tries tea or going to someone to knock her out with magic and ends up sleeping on the couch, usually En.

#ask game #marzell #alary nagel #alary #black clover #black clover oc

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#warriors #warrior cats #oc #wc #comic #comic page #the exiled comic #her fear of foxes is irrational but like #it is a bit more valid when theres a group of them #since theyd be on par with a group of rogue cats #firespots #fishpaw #blaze #daisy

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Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss

Bonten x Omi (me fic-dumpster) | 2k+ words

Summary: Bonten tries to rescue his boss, but nothing comes without a price. Will they succeed?

Warnings: CrackFic, she pronoun, slight description of reader, based on asks and jokes about me gatekeeping Mikey from DIH, nonsense, idk, vegetables. Tbh, it can be an x reader fic... I tried to make it as reader insert as possible. Breaking the fourth wall(?) not really. my irrational fear of Ran Haitani. Shirtless Kakucho.

A/N: an inside joke... Omg, WE HAVE INSIDE JOKES! I don't know if this is a self-ship(I dont think it is), but uh, whatever 😂😂 it's a joke... @sno-leopards your comment make me laugh, and this is the result ty! XD Also, this is a promise that I will do more Mikey from now on. I cant believe I wrote 2K+ words of a joke. As you can see I take my clownery seriously.

This meeting was crucial. Seven men walked towards the meeting point; never have they faced a problem like this one. Bonten needed to negotiate his boss's freedom.

They didn't know their enemy, but for Mikey to be held captive for so long, she must be a strong adversary. Sanzu tried to gather information, and the only thing he could get was a genre and a nickname. Omi.

The abandoned building they stepped into was empty, except for a table and three chairs. None dared to move a muscle in fear of a surprise attack. Having no info on the enemy left them at a significant disadvantage. But they had no other option; Mikey’s life was at risk.

“Sit down; I’m not gonna hurt anyone,” a female voice came from behind them. A young girl in her early twenties walked in, straight black hair, a pair of brown hair clips adorned her head. She wore jeans, sneakers, and a lavender short sleeve top.

“Ladies first,” Ran Haitani was the first one to speak.

“Oh, so you’re one of those,” she gave him a knowing look.

“One of those what?” asked Ran, not understanding what she meant.

“Of... Those,” and she kept walking, more like walking fast trying to run away from the intimidating man.

“What does she mean of those?” Ran whispered, asking none in particular, but his brother, Rindou, heard him.

“Of those,” repeated the younger Haitani, mocking his brother’s cluelessness.

As she sat at the table she had prepared earlier that day, she saw the men in front of her hesitate. The one with a red eye scanned the room. Kakucho, she placed a name to a face.

“When is your boss arriving?” A rough-looking man questioned. Dyed blond hair and weirdly shaped eyebrows. He must be Mochizuki; again, she began to recognize them from Mikey’s description of his men.

“There is no boss, just me,” the black-haired girl calmly answered, as calm as one can be when surrounded by seven menacing figures.

“There is no way you have Mikey,” silver hair, fox-like eyeliner. So that’s Kokonoi, she thought, another name to another face. She couldn't help but notice he was slightly shorter than her.

“Sorry to disappoint, but yes, I have your boss.”

Takeomi was indeed disappointed; he couldn't imagine doing all they had planned to such a normal-looking girl. She didn't give any threatening vibe. He could break her with a finger.

“No, you don't,” the pinknette retorted. He couldn't believe she had his boss.

She saw the striking pink color. Was it Sanzu? According to Mikey’s specific description of this one, pink hair is Sanzu. She eyes him from head to toe.

“You’re cute,” a high-pitched sound escaped the pink-haired individual at her sudden response. And behind him, Rindou couldn't help but laugh, only to be elbowed by Ran.

“Then release our boss,” Kakucho ignored her comment and Sanzu’s tomato face, “what are your demands?”

“What?” She was taken aback by his question.

“Give us your price,” Kokonoi pulled a chair and sat down, staring back at the young woman and expecting some inhumane amount of money as an answer. Kakucho followed Kokonoi’s action and sat next to him.

Mimicking them, she also took a seat. Nervousness ran through her body, but she needed to pretend. After all, this was something she agreed to do.

“Okay, my price,” she was breaking her brain, thinking of a price, because, in all honesty, this is not how it was supposed to go, “one of you will take his place,”

All men present froze at her words; none saw it coming. After a couple of minutes in silence, one of them answered.

Without hesitation, Takeomi Akashi replied. “Who do you want?” it wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no. He wanted more information before agreeing with your terms.

“That’s up to you,” but everyone noticed how she eyed Sanzu, and the pinknette has never been more scared in his life. If this person could take on Mikey, he didn't want to know what she had stored for him. He wasn't going to let her appearance fool him. As nonthreatening as she looked, there had to be more.

“You’re like a cat’s paw,” it flew out of Sanzu’s mouth by accident.

“Excuse me?”

“You look all fluffy, but if I press enough, I bet your claws come out!” now, Sanzu did it.

Kokonoi, Takeomi, Mochi, and Kakucho couldn't believe Sanzu just said that in a serious negotiation. As for the Haitani brothers, both were dying of laughter at the back of the group. What was happening with their number two? None in bonten had ever seen him behave so strange.

“Thank you?” Now she was lost; was this for real, or were they poking fun at her?

“Don’t mind him, just choose one,” Kakucho once again took the lead on the negotiations, “not him, please not him, for your own good,” and it was partially true. Kakucho was expecting to make Mochi hold Sanzu back from shooting the captor, but the menace he knew was a blushing mess at the back.

Takeomi, who had been quiet for a while, noticed something. The more of a threat they were, the more she seemed to like them. And the more dangerous, the more they submitted. Things were beginning to fall into place. He could understand how Mikey fell in her trap.

“How about I show you where Mikey is and then I choose?” She wasn’t going to choose one of them, but they didn’t need to know that.

Kokonoi and Kakucho agreed and as everyone walked out of the area, Ran and Rindou discussed who was she going to choose. Rindou placed his money on Sanzu since she had called the pinknette cute. But Ran argued that she could choose him, because, according to him, Ran Haitani was her type. And everyone rolled their eyes as his statement, including the young woman walking ahead.

“Oh…” she stopped on her tracks, facepalming herself for forgetting such a big detail.

“What’s wrong?” Takeomi, the one who was closer to her, asked with concern as he saw her face frown and, well, hit herself in the face.

“I didn’t drive here, I took the bus, mind if I ride with someone?”

“We could kill you,” Rindou voiced from the back.

“Wanna see your boss or not?” She hastily turned around to face the purplenette.

“Good point,” Ran hit Rindou at the back of his head, “you’ve hit me twice today!” and both brothers kept bickering as everyone got into their cars.

For safety reasons, according to Kakucho, you ended up seated with Kokonoi in Takeomi’s car.

“Wait, so you’re Omi?” asked Kokonoi as he clasped his seatbelt.

“Yeah,”

“No, I’m Omi,” Takeomi attempted to make a joke out of the situation and the fact that you both shared a nickname.

“No, I am Omi,” but she didn't take it like that because, in the rearview mirror, Takeomi saw her serious face and fastly changed the subject.

“So, where to?”

-

“Nice building,” Whistled the older Haitani looking at the fancy-looking tower, “how can you afford this?”

“My job pays well,” Omi shrugged as she led them inside, nodding at the receptionist, who almost passed out at the flock of big tattooed men walking after her. “By the way, didn't you have a shirt on?” She asked Kakucho, who now only had a coat on.

“Does it bother you?” asked back, the now shirtless man.

“No, it's okay. I’m sorry if I stare, though.” at her words, Takeomi rapidly closed Kakucho’s coat. He didn't know why it bothered him that she did so. Also, now that Takeomi gave it a thought, why was Kakucho shirtless now?

A very uncomfortable elevator trip began, it was a 50 floors trip, and Unchained Melody played in the speakers. And well, seven men and the fact that one was shirtless didn't help the atmosphere.

“You must be joking,” Omi murmured to herself as she stared at the security camera on the corner of the elevator. She could feel the men moving anxiously behind her, and Sanzu started humming at some point.

After such an unforgettable elevator trip, Omi’s entrance opened; she let everyone in, not before scolding them for their shoes. Multiple apologies rained on her.

“Omi?” Mikey’s voice interrupted everyone’s actions, and suddenly, Rindou held Omi as Ran and Sanzu darted inside the house in search of their boss. Takeomi, Mochi, Kokonoi, and Kakucho were left speechless at the plan they were not informed of.

“Let me go!” the young woman struggled against Rindou’s grip, scared of what would happen if...

A loud crash resounded in the apartment, and Sanzu flew against a wall while Ran ducked the flying human.

“Omi?!?!” Once again, Mikey called after her. His head popped in the entrance hall, and as soon as he saw the rest of his executives there and Rindou holding the black-haired girl, he snapped.

Some grunts and hits later, everyone sat in her living room, except for Mikey, who was in the kitchen doing god knows what—some of the executives were groaning, and others just pretending that nothing happened since the ones with injuries were the Haitani brothers and Sanzu. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Okay, so we’re leaving now?” Let-out Kakucho, still trying to grasp the situation.

“No, I’m not leaving,” answered their boss from the kitchen, “I like it here.”

“Come again?” Said Sanzu, holding a pack of frozen peas against his head.

“She’s gaslighting you!!” Screamed Rindou from the other side of the couch, with a pack of frozen baby carrots on his left eye.

“Am not!!” Omi screamed back, “give me my baby carrots back!!”

“No!”

“Rindou, stop fighting her,” sighed Takeomi, seeing as the purplenette was about to stand up.

“I was a good jailer, okay?” Omi said as a joke as she passed a bag of cold nuggets to Ran.

“So he wasn't in a basement?” asked the older Haitani before thanking her for the bag, and placing it on his shoulder.

“Nor chained?” followed Mochi

“What? No? Why would I?” she frowned at their questions.

“He was here because he wanted?” now it was Kokonoi, continuing where Mochi left off.

“Nothing against his will?” Kakucho had to make sure.

“Oh my god! I’m not a criminal!!” Omi exclaimed without realizing to whom she was saying that.

“Stop bothering her,” Mikey came in with a bowl of soft sugar cookies, “She cooks well and smells better than all of you.”

“What? I wash all your clothes!” Sanzu was hurt.

“Maybe add softener; it changes lives,”

-

After discussing cleaning products with Sanzu and unexpectedly Mochi too, Kokonoi reminded everyone of the deal. One stays so Mikey could go. At first, their boss refused such a deal, saying that it didn't matter because he was never held captive. But then, not only Kokonoi pressed to it, Takeomi, Sanzu, and Ran did too.

Mikey had no other choice but to agree, only with the condition that as soon as he finished his business, he could come back and kick out whoever was replacing him. With that, even Kakucho nodded.

“But they all look scary! Big and scary!” Omi refused, formulating excuse after excuse, “I’m okay on my own!”

“You’re taller than Kokonoi; you can keep him,” Mikey spoke as if it was a good enough reason for you to choose the silver-haired man.

“You can keep him? What am I? A pet?” Kokonoi defended himself, but Takeomi noticed he didn't say no.

“I’m not scary!” began Ran, and a chorus of me neither and not me followed his statement.

“You’re blind, oh my god,” the poor girl was having a mental breakdown.

“Just choose one,” Mikey didn't like that his executives were going to stay there longer than needed, especially if you made cream pan.

But before Omi could answer, two voices spoke simultaneously, “I’ll stay,” and then the two of them looked at each other, never expecting this outcome.

“Issue fixed. Takeomi and Kakucho, both of you stay here,” Mikey agreed with the accident, then he went back to eating cookies.

“Then me too,” Ran added.

“No, you scare me,” Omi said as she ignored the looks both of her new... captives threw her way.

“Why?!”

“Because you’re one of those!!”

“Of those what?!?!!” Ran still didn't get it, and Rindou had to agree with Omi; his brother was scary sometimes.

#Mikey_was_released_2021 #i’m clowning by myself #omi x Bonten #okay no 😂😂😂😂💕💕 #I even made a banner of Mikey in jail #bonten x reader #crackfic #tokyo revengers shitpost #tokyorev nonsense #sano mikey Manjiro #Akashi Takeomi #kakucho hitto #ran Haitani #rindou Haitani #Sanzu Haruchiyo #mochizuki kanji #hajime kokonoi #tr fluff #omificstags

[kazzyboy]

Apparently I broke everyone with my Andrew Getting Letters Of Thanks From People He’s Saved post, so you get monster head canons as an apology

- Neil clicks his tongue very audibly before he casually touches Andrew (in case Andrew hasn’t seen him or doesn’t want to be touched. Andrew starts doing the same thing, when it’s late or dark)

- Andrew calls Neil his,”bunny rabbit,” in Russian by accident, and Neil has a straight-up heart attack. Exactly four people on the court know why he’s spaced out for the entirety of practice (Two of said people being Andrew and Neil themselves, three being an incredibly tired Wymack ((who just assumed)), and fourth an endeared Renee who doesn’t have the heart to tell them she looked up pet names in different languages to flirt with Allison and knows exactly what happened)

- One time Nicky brings up the whole,”I don’t swing,” thing and the only thing Neil says is that Andrew pushed/tripped him.

- So Neil and Andrew are horrible at sleep, so sometimes when Aaron and Nicky come over to play games Neil will get comfortable with laying on Andrew, except Neil is three inches taller and Andrew is not very big and so he’s just. Kinda smushed. And I am in love with the idea that Matt kinda merged with the monsters once the girls have graduated, so Matt’s like,”you alive, Minyard?” And Andrew just looks at him because Neil is asleep and how dare he be any louder than a whisper (despite his brother and cousin yelling through their latest horror game right below them)

- The Foxes have several pictures of Andrew and Neil falling asleep in the most horrible, uncomfortable positions (usually on the bus)

- Neil would be good at board games, if he got over trying to figure out the point of it (“this is weird” “what is the point of this?” “Why is it called that”) and Andrew is.. really good at them when he tries (as per usual.) Sometimes when they go to Abby’s for dinner they play board games and suddenly it’s two am, Allison is drunk off her ass and absolutely pissed that Andrew has taken 80% of the board and she is loosing

- People in class know not to let Neil “borrow” pencils because he spaces out and chews them to bits

- Andrew is a little shit. When he and Neil are laying together and he decides he isn’t getting enough attention, he will lick him. Just.. flat out lick him. Not kiss him, or even make the usual incoherent noises (which the cats eventually copy)

- Neil gets him back by biting the metal of his piercings and pulling (gently, of course, so it doesn’t hurt)

- Sometimes, when the monsters have once again found themselves in A/N/K’s dorm, they’ll leave YouTube on auto play in the background, and when they look back up it will have always managed to land on the paranormal, scary side, and no one bothers to change it even though it’s giving them that irrational fear

- Andrew tends to write mostly in pen, and he has a few that he thinks are really cool (special inks, designs, or just flat-out feeling), and sometimes Neil will just slightly misplace them so Andrew gets muffed about it and goes to pout at him

- Andrew is more of a “actions-speak-louder-than-words” person (in certain aspects). He does not apologize verbally (often), because he thinks the words are thrown around so much they loose meaning. So instead he does something “unusually kind.” (He actually just does what he normally does but goes out of his way to make it obvious.) (ex. He gets Nicky his favorite candy, actually tries in practice, gives up the good beanbag, etc)

- Andrew takes those huge marshmallows, sticks them on a fork, and repeatedly roasts them with just his lighter

BONUS -

- As the twins grow closer, the pranks become out of control. There are googly eyes on everything. Aaron’s study cards have been meticulously changed into Russian (he spends an hour having to google translate it). Aaron gets him back by making him laugh during an interview (an Andrew laugh, but a laugh nonetheless). There are fake spiders in everyone’s coffee. Katelyn and Neil are caught in the crossfire. Kevin is angry. Nicky is suffering

#peep the twinyard sibling behavior #let’s play stickball they said #it’ll be fun they said #aftg #all for the game #all for the gay #kazisatitagain #stickball #sports #neil josten #meme #meet the monsters #headcanons #twinyards #the twinyards #nicky hemmick #kevin day #andrew and aaron #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #renee walker #allison reynolds #matt boyd #writing roadkill #author in progress #ao3 fanfic #andreil #andriel #ao3