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tofu-loverx · 1 year

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Summary: Genshin Impact characters when they meet your friend in Teyvat. Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters: Zhongli \ Kaedehara kazuha. Warnings: fluff \litter yandere. Type: HCs Note: English is not my mother language, sorry for any spelling errors.

Since you were officially declared the Creator, you have lived a life of extreme wealth.

It was just that if you accidentally glanced at a product, you would find that Zhongli had already purchased it.

Even though Morax is loyal to you, you're tired of the privileged treatment, it's like getting a VIP card for life.

One day, you walked with Morax and ganyu in the quiet mountains, and then your eyes widened at that familiar appearance of yours.

You ran as hard as you could in spite of the many silks and accessories that hindered your running, and left your loyal followers behind you.

But you stumbled and fell on your face, the two rushed to you and supported you to stand up and inquire about the reason for your rush.

As soon as you raised your head and lost track of who you were chasing, you began to shout and cry hard.

You made your followers confused.

Morax: "Your grace!? Did we do something wrong?"

Ganyu: "Your grace, are you hurting somewhere?"

You tried to form an understandable sentence in the bout of crying:"There was…I saw her\his.. (F/N)…"

Morax wondered to himself who was this person who made his maker in this case, so he returned to your house your palace with Ganyu and went to Ningguang.

Ningguang searched all her papers that belonged to the residents for this name, while keqing and the guards searched for it in the mountains.

Days later, there was a knock on your room door and Ganyu opened the door while you were drinking tea at the window.

Ganyu with a smile: "Your grace, you'd love to see this~"

You turned around in astonishment, then Morax entered, accompanied by someone familiar to you.

The cup fell out of your hands and you jumped out of your chair, embracing your best friend.

Youu happily : "I was sure you were here"

Yor friend:" Is that really you?"

You: "Yes!!"

Morax approached you kneeling: "your grace, sorry to interrupt your reunion, but who is this?"

u held your friend's hand and laughed to Zhongli:" My best best friend…"

Morax whispered: "Does that mean he is a creator too?"

Morax's heart tore when he saw his place being stolen from him, though he also felt very happy because your frown was replaced by laughter that lit up the room.

He was so happy that you liked hanging out with him and he left Raiden Shogun's kind treatment of you.

You were sitting in Inazuma after u acquitted him of his alleged crimes.

He bought you your favorite dango and gave you the chance to enjoy the most beautiful sunset ever from a cliff.

Until he enjoyed contemplating the carved and blessed features of his creator up close.

Notice that your gaze changed from the setting sun down the slope, he looked at what you were looking at and it turned out to be just a girl running.

But on closer look she was running away from Riftwolf.

You didn't stay in place until you jumped off the top of the cliff, leaving poor Kazuha screaming in horror: "Your grace!!."

Of course, the credit goes to the Archons who taught you to use your powers until you excelled in them.

Kazuha followed right behind and saw you ordering Riftwolf to back off, Kazuha ran after you: "grace!!, don't jump like that again."

Kazuha noticed your lack of reaction to his complaining, so he came closer and saw you frozen and shocked, Kazuha: "Your grace?"

You:" Kazuha…"

Kazuha quickly: "yes! your grace?"

You:" Go back to Raiden and ask her to prepare a clean room, a hot bath and clothes too."

Kazuha: "Yes?"

You jumped into the arms of the girl in front of you happily and she started screaming too.

You:"I miss you so much!!"

Your friend:" Me too!!… You disappeared suddenly… Hey, is this really Teyvat!?"

Your smile widened:" Yes!!, we are at Genshin Impact"

Kazuha didn't understand anything about what was happening and the vague conversation they were having.

Your friend looked at Kazuha and approached him: "Is this really Kazuha??"

"Yes, he's my sweet and cute Kazuha," you replied, placing your hand on Kazuha's shoulder.

The boy's cheeks blushed slightly at your words, and he deduced from what was happening that this girl was from the same world as you came from, sharing the precious world of his Creator, the girl who spent more time with you than he did, the girl who knew you more than he did.

Kazuha finally said:" How do you know my name?"

Your friend:" Of course I know you, (y/n) and I have been talking about you a lot and how (y/n)'s room is full of your pictures."

You hastened to close your friend's mouth at the end of her words, as your cheeks turned red a lot: "Shut up"

Your friend:" What's the problem?"

Noticing the aura between the two of you, she said with a mischievous smile, "Hmm~…so, then."

You:" I know you're obsessed with Ayato too…"

Your friend:" I didn't mind that the handsome young man realized mylove for him."

Kazuha interrupted:" Your grace, we have to go back, and take care of your friend."

Kazuha realizes at this moment that your friend is not a threat to him, yet it will prove to him that you belong to him and that your time is his, everything is his and every hair on you is his.

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aurathebardwife · 11 months

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Happy Tukk Tuesday!

And a thank you to my friend Jan, or better known as @highgroundanimations , for making this piece for me. You swooped in at a difficult time to lift my spirits, right in time for the birthday of my droid 99.

As a little thank you, I wrote him this.

I am not cute!

From where 99 is sitting he can see that new clone Captain. The one who actually takes care of his hair unlike Hunter and has weird blue eyes. He also has a stupid pretty smile, or at least, that’s what he heard his maker say to Crosshair. 99 doesn’t see it though. He just has a smile like any other clone. He needs to get a closer look though and turns his head a little more to see him better.

“99, sit still. I am working in your chest with a screwdriver. I don’t want to rewire you because you also have a crush on Tukk,” his maker says and boops him on the head with said screwdriver. The small droid beeps loudly and shakes his head.

“I do not have a crush on a dumb clone! How dare you say that to me!” he says annoyed. His maker shakes his head with a laugh, as does Crosshair beside him.

“I don’t know, 99. You are staring intently at him. Am I seeing hearts in your eyes?” Crosshair asks and leans down to inspect him.

“No! Go away! I do not like that clone!” 99 says and tries to push Crosshair away. It’s not like a small droid like 99 could actually physically push a clone like Crosshair away but he lets himself get pushed back regardless.

“We’re just kidding 99. But what’s your obsession with Tukk?”

“He’s different and maker keeps staring at him instead of fixing me!”

“Oh sheesh sorry. I didn’t know I was staring that much. He's just so… pretty.” His maker sighs and lets his eyes wander to Tukk again. Both Crosshair and 99 groan at this.

“Playboy, I know you are easily distracted by anyone prettier than Rex but I want my droid back. Hurry it up, okay?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll get to it.”

The regular maintenance goes by quickly which is good. 99 cannot sit still for it, even though he has to. He is glad when his maker goes over the final points and he can move again. He should be shut down for things like this but Crosshair isn’t a fan of that, so he has to go through it all. While his maker checks a final joint, Captain Tukk and his men walk by.

“Wait…” Captain Tukk stops and takes a few steps backwards. “Is that a clanker? How did you find one this small?” His maker laughs and turns to him.

“I didn’t. I made him. This is B1-99, a member of Clone Force 99. He specialises in infiltration, hacking and being a general menace. He is supposed to be extra support in emergencies but he got a little out of hand. Now the GAR has a clanker on their payroll.”

“Roger roger!” 99 salutes the best he can and Tukk salutes back. The men around him salute too and all seem impressed. 99 loves all the compliments and puffs his chest out proudly.

“Good to know the GAR is supported by such a cute droid. Maybe I’ll see you in action some day,” Tukk says. He waves at them and he leaves with his men. 99 stands there frozen. Cute? CUTE?! He isn’t cute! He is a dangerous tool made to disrupt Separatist forces, not some cute toy! He stomps his foot in anger. He will show that Captain cute!

“Aw…” He snaps his head over to the sound and sees his maker with that stupid smitten smile on his face and Crosshair coughing behind his hand to hide a smile too.

“Shut up! I am not cute!!” the droid shouts and stomps his foot again.

99 spends the rest of his day irritated at his usual perch on Crosshair’s shoulder. Every once in a while he rambles on about not being cute and the rest of the day he is silently fuming, sitting there with his arms crossed and hissing at everyone who talks to him. Crosshair lets him, it’s better for the droid to get it out of his system than to try to change his mood.

“Cute… I am not cute…” 99 hisses again to a Crosshair who rolls his eyes.

“Of course not, 99. You’re a ferocious beast, ready to strike. I don’t understand how Tukk didn’t see that.”

“Exactly! I am a soldier too.” Crosshair’s sarcasm goes right over 99’s head and he even feels proud at himself for being as good as he is. He will show Captain Tukk what he is capable of!

The batch takes a moment to breathe and chat with each other outside of base. Crosshair sits on a ledge with 99 still on his shoulder, still fuming about earlier today and glancing at Tukk and his men a few paces away. There has to be a way for revenge but the droid doesn’t know how without making Tukk an enemy. He just wants to tease him, that’s all. Tukk takes his helmet off and shakes his stupid hair but something else catches 99’s attention. On the helmet sits a red feather, Tukk strokes it before putting the helmet under his arm. If he could take that for a few minutes, he could show Tukk what he is made of.

99 sits tight and waits for the perfect window of opportunity. Once Tukk sets his helmet down, he slides down Crosshair’s arm to the ledge and stalks towards the helmet. He waits a moment longer until Tukk turns his back then he strikes. He sneaks over, keeping low and hiding behind some weapons and other debris on the ledge until he is pressed against Tukk’s helmet, just out of sight. He glances back towards the rest of the batch. Hunter looks like he wants to speak up and 99 quickly signals him to keep quiet. Crosshair is on his side and shushes Hunter. They whisper to each other and Hunter reluctantly nods at the droid. It’s good to know his batch stands behind him. 99 looks up again. Tukk is still distracted by his conversation. The droid takes his chance and grabs the feather out of the helmet and runs for it, past his batch. He salutes Hunter’s facepalm and Crosshair’s grin. Again he is proud of himself, he will give Tukk a nice run for calling him cute.

“Eh.. Captain? That droid ran off with your feather?!”

“Hey! Get back here!!” Running footsteps follow 99 and he laughs. He quickly turns the corner on the ledge and he hears Tukk slide to a stop because he missed the corner. The clone catches up with him soon though. “Stop! Hey!!”

“Oh is this yours? Sorry!” he shouts. He looks over his shoulder and holds up the feather. “Come and get it, Captain!” With another laugh he looks forward again and picks up the pace. There has to be a way to extend this game, if he keeps running Tukk will catch him before he is exhausted. But there is something 99 has over Tukk and that is size. There is a spare engine placed right beside the ledge just up ahead. 99 quickly scans it and finds the perfect spot. Tukk comes closer and the sensitive droid sensors pick up the heat of his hand. 99 grinds to a halt and Tukk overshoots him, stumbling forward to stop himself as well. The Captain looks back and watches with wide eyes as 99 salutes him and slips in between the parts of the engine and out of sight.

“Get back here!” 99 hears Tukk run towards him but there is no way he can grab him from here. He carefully crawls through the open spaces there are until he is almost at ground level, taking care of the feather and making sure it stays clean. From outside he hears Tukk call over others and shout his name to the great pleasure of the droid. He carefully walks under the engine, making sure to stay out of sight. He has to find a different hiding spot, he can’t stay here forever. He scans the immediate area and quickly finds a new way of escape. It is a bit away but if he books it, he might make it.

99 doesn’t wait around long and crawls out of his hiding spot and runs as fast as he can towards the next one.

“There you are! Get back here!” Tukk shouts behind him and quickly closes the distance. His sensors pick up the clone and the droid doesn’t have to look behind him to know what’s happening. He stays on course and waits. Just as Tukk’s hand is about to close around him, he rolls to the side, dodging the hand entirely. Tukk stumbles over his feet again and this time he falls. 99 doesn’t wait to see if he is okay and runs towards his escape, a small pipe. Tukk recovers quickly and his on his feels but right as he is about to grab him, 99 disappears into the pipe. Tukk tries to grab him but his bulky armour stops him from doing so.

“No! Stop!” 99 is tempted to stop and taunt but decides against it. He can do so at a later time. So he keeps running, out of sight of Tukk.

99 stays within the vents until Crosshair comms him.

“He’s sulking in the messhall. You’ve done enough.” Fair enough. He picks some dust off the feather and fixes some of the strands to make sure it’s as neat as when he took it. Time to return what he stole.

With his size, it’s easy for 99 to sneak into any room, even while carrying a bright red feather. People don’t look at their feet as closely as they think. Even though the messhall is filled with clones, 99 can walk in and hide behind the legs of chairs or clones easily. Tukk isn’t hard to find, he sits by a table and pouts at his helmet.

“Aw. Poor clone,” 99 says to himself when Tukk strokes the place that held the feather. Time to return it. The droid quickly marches over to the table and carefully climbs up Tukk’s legs. The clone is too distracted to notice him, too busy feeling sorry for himself to see him coming.

“Come on, Captain. You’ll find a new feather. Stop pouting and try to eat something,” one of his men says. With another sigh, Tukk places the helmet beside him on the bench.

“Fine, Roy. But after that we need to find Clone Force 99 again. I don’t care that they can’t control that clanker, I want back what’s mine.” Roy shakes his head and pushes the tray in front of Tukk closer to him.

“Eat.”

99 waits a moment, until both Tukk and Roy are too busy with their food, then he places the feather back neatly where it belongs. He peeks over his shoulder to Tukk, who hasn’t seen a thing. Then he carefully lowers himself to the ground again and waits. It doesn’t take long for Tukk to gasp and pick up his helmet.

“What?” Roy asks.

“How? Wait when did my feather get back here?! I wasn’t there a few minutes ago!” 99 giggles to himself when Tukk looks around him and under the table to look for him. He is an expert at what he does, Tukk can only try to find him. He sneaks out the messhall feeling pleased.

99 returns safely to the batch and salutes them. While Crosshair gives him a proud smile, the others don’t look so happy.

“B1-99 reporting for duty!” Hunter raises an eyebrow at him.

“Did you get it out of your system?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Don’t do it again. I don’t want to get punished for your ego. Get back to Crosshair and stay here.” 99 doesn’t like Hunter’s disappointed tone and does what he is told. Wrecker and Tech don’t look at him either and the droid crosses his arms.

“I didn’t even do anything. He got his stuff back…”

“Tell that to Tukk himself,” Crosshair replies and nods to the Captain storming towards them.

“How did you do that?! How did I not notice you?! You’re carrying a bright red feather around!” Tukk asks, more than impressed. 99 hides his pride and shrugs.

“I am made to infiltrate bases. Sneaking up on a clone isn’t that hard,” he says. “Am I still just cute?” Tukk blinks at the droid.

“That’s what this is all about? Because I called you cute? And here I thought Roy was unreasonable…” he shakes his head and smiles tired. “Yes. I still think you’re cute.”

“Hey!” 99 is ready to jump up but Tukk isn’t done yet.

“But also skilled. Next time I want to see you in action when it isn’t against me, okay?” 99 sits back down and thinks about it for a moment.

“Roger roger. But don’t leave your helmet unattended next time.”

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themultifandomgal · 10 months

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John Shelby- Can’t Lose Someone Else

Between John and I we have 5 kids. 3 from his previous marriage 2 from mine. When his wife died from an illness and my husband passed away from the war, Tommy Shelby decided that we should marry. John be father to my kids and I be a mother to his kids.

John was handsome, of course he was all of the Shelby's are good looking, but I wanted to marry for love, like I did the first time. So when John and I got married and moved into a house together I slept in one room while he slept in the other. We hardly knew each other barley spoke to one another. He's not cruel by any means, he takes care of me and my kids, but he's very distant. That all change the day I walked into the betting shop at the wrong time.

The day started out as any other. I woke up to an empty bed, got myself ready then got all of the kids dressed and fed

"YN, where's dad?" Katie Johns eldest daughter asks

"I assume the betting shop why?"

"He's just never home"

"I know but he's a very busy man"

"To busy for his own kids" Katie mutters. Before I can reply Katie gets everyone ready to leave for school.

I decide that I need to speak to John about this so I head to the betting shop. When I arrive it seems a bit to quiet. Frowning I open up the door and see a man holding a gun pointing it at Tommy

"YN leave, now" Tommy says looking at me, but the man quickly points the gun at me before I can leave

"No she can stay" the gunman smirks and a shiver goes down my spine "pretty little thing" the man walks over to me and brushes the back of his hand over my cheek

"Don't touch her" John shouts

"Ah well we figured out who she belongs to. Now" he places the metal barrel against my forehead "forfeit the race or I kill her"

"Ok ok. Just let her go" Tommy says

"I want your word"

"You have my word" the man lowers the gun and that's when all hell breaks loose. I'm thrown on the floor hitting my head on something. Gunshots ring through my ears

"John? YN ok?"

"Yeah, bumped head but ok"

"Here" John hands me a wrapped up frozen piece of meat to place on my head

"Thanks" I give him a small smile "sorry I came in at the wrong time"

"Don't apologise YN, but why did you come into the betting shop?"

"This morning Katie said something that upset me a little"

"Katie? As in my quiet daughter Katie?"

"She said that you no longer had time for her and the others. Referring to how you are never home"

"Shit"

"I just wanted to tell you that maybe you should come home for dinner in the evening"

"Do you know why I'm out all of the time?" I shake my head no "it's because I can't lose someone else that I care about. I thought if I kept my distance that I wouldn't care about you and that way my heart doesn't shatter like it did when Martha died"

"John..."

"You nearly getting shot scared me. I thought I was going to loose you when I barley know you and I really want to get to know you. I'm sorry YN I've been a bad husband"

"I understand. I wanted to get married because I loved someone not because of circumstance, hence why I've kept my distance"

"Maybe we should start small"

"Like?"

"How about I cook dinner?"

"You can cook?" I raise an eyebrow

"You have to learn how to with Aunt Polls cookin" I laugh shaking my head "so what do you say? tomorrow night I cook our dinner?"

"I'd like that" I smile up at John. Maybe this is the start of a relationship or even just a friendship. Maybe we can both be content with the decision the Tommy made for us. Maybe he's secretly an amazing match maker.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders reader #john shelby x you #john shelby x reader #john shelby x oc #john shelby x y/n #john shelby imagine #john shelby #John Shelby x wife

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yanderefairyangel · 7 months

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I got someone on X who think he is cooking so, if you'll allow me

The video maker mentionned several time Alear doesn't grow, chapter 10 is an instance of Alear failing at being brave as they literaly lost the emblem rings who made them feel braver and is being vulnerable in front of the enemy. They are having an emotional break down and the look in their eyes show the terror they felt upon seeing Sombron turn Marth into a Dark Emblem.

Put if you wanna have several more instances : chapter 1, Alear orders to run away from the Corrupted and are forced to interevene to save Framme and Clanne which they struggles to do as they need Marth's help. Same chapter, when Alear meets Lumera they are frozen in place as more Corrupted approaches and upon seeing a great big white dragon, they are frozen and it's to the point they nearly got blasted by Lumera's lazer. In chapter 2 they express worries over fighting Sombron, talk about how the Corrupted gave them a chill done the spine. When they see Lumera's creation, they mistake them for the Corrupted and scream indicating fear and when Lumera tell them they must be brave upon Alear's request to have "less unsettling ennemies to face" Alear answer by a weak, I understand with the awkward animation. Chapter 3, in th vault, they are paralyzed when Veyle attacks them and got almost killed by it had Lumera not intervened. When Alfred ask for their help, Alear is very reluctant and hesistant before accepting. Chapter 4, when seeing the Corrupted, Alear's initial reaction showed their fear. Still in chapter 4, a Corrupted attacks them by surprise as they are witnessing the scenery and got almost struck by it as they were frozen in place, had Veyle not intervened. In chapter 15, whe Timerra tease them about the Northern Fortress, Alear is visibly scared. Should I quote more ?

And a blatant evidence of character developpement being Alear reacting differently to Lumera's death in chapter 25 compared to chapter 3. You know ? Chapter 25 ? the one that is supposed to parallel with chapter 2

Oh look, it shows you can show something using telling and words !

Contrivance in Engage is limited to the set up for the time loop in chapter 24.

The dream is nonsensical ? are you kidding ? Past Alear in chapter 24 that happens in the past meets the Royals since they fight with current Alear. Past Alear has only two special battle dialogue : with Veyle and their current selfves. With the Royal or any other units, they react like that

Past Alear is a broken individual who is lonely and they want to have the Royals, people who have proven to be always there to support Alear through their reaction in chapter 20 and chapter 22, by their side. Past Alear also admits to envy their future self for being who they are

Past Alear is jealous of their current self, to them, our Alear is what they want to be deeply in their heart, so in that battle Alear view themselves as their future self whom they meet because of time loop. That's why they are dressed in white, with their hair color and eyes being different and the Royals being all here. Another evidence is Sombron's cue

"It's your fate to die here /omae wa koko de horobiru sadame"

It's the exact same line that Past Alear says in chapter 22

"As expected... it is my fate as a Fell dragon to perish here/Yahari ja ryu wa, horobiru sadame"

If you managed to miss that chapter 24 is a time loop supposed to explain how Lumera and Alear met and therefore the dream of the prologue, that's on you. Linkand06 and Aster/ZefirArt on Twitter also made post about this on their main.

... do you still not get why Alear is fighting alone ? It is because when they fought Sombron, even if in that dream they had the Royals with them, as they expressed in chapter 24, they still did it alone. During 1 000 years, Alear had to fight all alone. They had no one. @fayesdiary even made a most where they compared Alear's stats to that of their past self and explained how Past Alear had to become stronger all alone. With no one. So yeah, it does show it pretty well.

You call that "I am gonna help my enemies haha funny ?"

I am not arguing sematics. Zephia never said once what were the actual power of that dragon crystal, we only discovered it in chapter 24 since the characters themselves did it. You can argue we could have guessed it because of the hourglass shape, but she never "dropped the nuke" and it's not arguing semantics. There is a diffference between Zephia explicetley telling Alear and Veyle and the audience about the time crystal and the current situation of the game, being that we discovered the power of the crystal only in chapter 24. And also, when making an analysis of a media, you ARE supposed to argue semantics, that's the basic of lierary analysis. And if you are seriously trying to adequate the Agarthans not using their light javelin on Rhea when they could have because of countless possiblity to Zephia never using something that is hinted that she made to see her parents in the past again... what are you even trying to say ? Bare that reason Zephia had 0 reason to go back in time. 0. She didn't even knew Alear was still alive in chapter 23, that's precisely where she learn that they are alive. And again, time travel and time rewind is different. Using it as she dies would only have Zephia, still dying warn her double of the past Alear is alive for the little time she had left. She resent Sombron for leaving her in the dust and if she can't have her child, she doesn't care about living anymore.

But you would knew that if your bothered reading the game

Zephia's magic is never explained as such. She said and I quote the game that Sombron gave her the power to make adjustements.

She said that she is using her magic as a Mage dragon to control Veyle's dragonic impulse, as tasked by Sombron, she never said "yeah it's a spell that can only do that". Zephia can mind control people as shown by her control over Hortensia. The magic she is using with Veyle is combined with Sombron's power, as she explained in the literal screenshot since Sombron has the power to corrupte people and I mean it in every possible way. In the Xenologue, he uses this power on Rafal to manipulate him. Those two powers combine is what Zephia is using on Veyle and in fact, it's even why Sombron gave her a helmet to make it stronger, that the helmet gets more power for Upgraded Sombron and that in the Bad Ending, Sombron made another one to manipulate Veyle again.

Alright once again : Zephia's death is not to redeem her. Sadly I can't find the @teaveetamer 's post that explained perfectly why, so Ill just explain it : for a villain to be redeemed, they need to do once good action out of a good will. Take Marni, take Rafal as an example for God sake. Zephia helped Alear and Veyle only to piss off Sombron and even lied to them until the end! How is it redeemable ? And her death being said is no evidence when the reason why the death is sad is because the scene is from Zephia's perspective !!! She realized only now that she messed up, she realized only now that she could have had her family if she was less blind. What makes it even more laughable is that even she and Griss says it word for word to cry it out loud !

The difference between a sympathetic or redeemable villain is all about the portrayal. See Goro Akechi, See Rafal. They are both portrayed as the victim in all of this and their crimes is an attempt from them to recover their lost agency. See Hyacinth, who in all supports and dialogue about him is remembered foundly by his daughter. Saying the game is trying to redeem Zephia is like saying the game is trying to redeem Sombron ! also

see how their main victim is basically saying it's too late for her to be forgiven ? Another fun fact, but Veyle's support with Zelestia and Gregory shows she is still traumatized by what Zephia did to her. And Mauvier also have a support with those two : saying that Zelestia and Gregory felt 0 pity hearing Mauvier talk about the sad backstory of Griss and Zephia and instead felt horror upon learning what they did is an understatement.

And don't get me started on how in the Nintendo Life interview the devs said this

"Alear will not abandon someone who is capable of chaning their ways"

Is Zephia able to change her ways ? No. She helped them just to get her revenge on Sombron for letting her.

I can't believe you really said the game never established Sombron as arrogant !!!! Do you even read mate ?! Anyway he already got what he wanted. The power of the rings. And Sombron is someone who doesn't keep things in which he sees no value

Once he absorbed it to become a Great Fell dragon, he got what he wanted : the power to open the portal. He threw them away because they were useless to him. And also BECAUSE HE MURDERED ALEAR WHO IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SUMMON EMBLEMS ! And at the moment Veyle switched back to being mind controlled, so really, our allies where in quiet a danger. Also

Sombron said, and I quote

meaning he presentely is in the process of sealing it. Which means it's not done yet, it just created a disturbance, but he didn't closed it yet. That's why paying attention to semantics is important kids : so that it doesn't gives people the impression you don't know how to read.

says Alear as Sombron is still in the process of closing the portal for good, which he didn't at the end.

What a coincidence ! I just linked you to a post with screenshot of Lumera explaining literaly why she didn't knew, but I guess you and everyone forgot that Lumera only learned at the begining of the chapter that Sombron awake since there was peace of the 1 000 years where Alear took a nap ?

The Veyle is able to make better corrupted plot point exist in chapter 17. Sombron can't because he is weaker due to having being imprisonned for 1 000 year having weaken him. Ivy straight up said he was so weak he couldn't even move, and that's why he needed Veyle to do the dirty work for him in the first place !

The JP indicates that Veyle and Other Veyle speaks differently. Regular Veyle : speaks like a child and use hiragana. Other Veyle : speaks like an arrogant adult and use kanji. JP has different conjuctions and expression and the writers used it to make Veyle look different : compare the two speaking in JP

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Hence why Alear says that. Also, regular Veyle has purple eyes, not red. SoOOOOOO. But that said, how a character speaks show their personality. This is why jpn Etie and Eng Etie are different characters : in jpn, Etie speaks like Maribelle, in Eng, she speaks like Sully. Seeing this, Alear's reaction and commentary makes sens because the two Veyle don't speaks in the same way. See Goro Akechia and see Rafal. Speaking differently = different behaviour. If someone you knew were to act completely differently out of a sudden, wouldn't you act like Alear reacted ?

idk I mean Pandreo straigt up state in chapter 25, in his post battle dialogue he never meet Lumera and that the first time he meet her was chapter 25. Dragons are revered in their dragonic forms, as shown through the statues of Lythos Castle, the Brodian Bridge, Gradlon's temple and Destinea cathedral. Also

chapter 5, Zephia wonders when Lumera had the time to have a child. chapter 7, Hortensia screams her surprise that there are 2 Divine dragons. Sombron and Veyle are the last Fell dragon in this world, yet we know Veyle was being worshipped as well solely cause she is a Fell dragon and Mauvier and Zelestia's support tells us that Zephia would have been powerful enough to be revered as a Fell dragon would Sombron not being here. Lumera put them in the Somniel and only let some people meet Alear to protect them since she is scared the followers of Sombron would want to do something to Alear. I mean, we all see how Sombron reacts when he learn Alear is still alive ? right ?

Also

Veyle : "Who are you ?"

Alear : "I am..."

Lumera :" Alear is the heir of the Divine dragon"

Veyle : "Strange... Did Queen Lumera had a child ? I never heard of that"

Lumera :" Only some Royal families and believers are aware... He was asleep for 1 000 years... it was partly to protect him from people such as you... Was Alear's existence unexpected ?"

don't you love it when the manga, for once, follow the same dialogue or same plot point as the game ? I do. I sure do.

Alcryst though that they were bandits because they crossed no one but bandits. It's been established he never meet Alear and that Alfred barely recognized him. As the @teaveetamer explained in the reblogg where she made some additions, Alcryst is 17. Diamant is 25. Diamant said the first time he meet Alear was when he was visiting Lythos as a kid. Alcryst was either a toddler either not born at that time ! And unlike Céline and Alfred who frequently visisted, Diamant came at best one or twice when he was a child ! How do you want Alcryst to know them ? Also, see the manga ? This scene is even funnier cause Alcryst mistakes Alear for a pervert and takes even more time to realize Alear is the Divine dragon, even though he was given a portrait. But hum...

Also, you know that the camera angle clearly indicates that they were at miles away when Alear and Alfred approached.

and please don't tell me you are trying to go "yes but Alear and Alfred are wearing pretty clothes". They were miles away when Alcryst shoot, as indicated by the camera angle of the scene and even then Alcryst is supposed to be in the wrong anyway, he is supposed to be the one making a mistake based on the fact he never met Alear and the fact he didn't recognized Alfred right away because he shoot them when they were miles away, because Alcryst let his protective side get the best of him which lead him to do irrational things. That's why he is introduced that way, this scene takes into account his protective side which is by far his most important character trait. When a character commits a mistake, there is absolutely 0 reason to wonder if they were right to make this mistake since it defeats the very point.

And also

待てど暮らせど、来るのは殆どが化け物。

たまに人間が来ても賊ばかりで。

自衛のため討伐をし続けていたら、あなた方にも威嚇を行ってしまいました。

We waited for you for so long but most of the time, only monsters came. Sometimes we crossed path with humans, but all turned out to be thieves. We had to defend ourselves, so we kept on defeating them but we ended up threatning you as well.

Just though I'd mention it but in the jpn version this aspect is much more obvious.

And anyway, considering the author's remark on Queen Eve it seems more like trying to nitpick every little conflict the story has as if it was a irl scenario where you need to avoid any little mistakes. Well, it's not. We aren't in real life, we are in a story and conflicts are required.

I never handwaved anything saying it's amnesia. Apparently it's not just Engage that gives you reading problem. I said that Alear being ignorant is due to being a Fell dragon. We don't know how much they knew before their amnesia but the way Veyle, Rafal and Nel shows they are ignorant about most thing of the human society explains why Alear, as someone who in the past was isolated and fought for Sombron being the only thing he knew about human and whom in the JPN version of Engage speaks like a little kid using hiragana and only hiragana, they knew no better then a child.

The dream does parralele since I just gave you literal screeshot and proof that it does. Also Lumera, when joining Past Alear ask them "Why are you here all alone ?" if this doesn't meant that Alear was all alone fighting Sombron before Lumera joined them, I don't know what it does. Do you not understand subtext or ?

Weird, I found all of this in the game, in the literal FE wiki page and even in the manga that the mangaka is writing wroking with the writers and having played the game and that is adverstised as expanding on the game.

And Engage's story has it is is at best 7 hour long, not 40 hour long. That's 3H you talking about mate.

And I never bring up 3H once in my debunk, other then to point out that the dreams you call contrivance rely on the exact same strategy as 3H as a whole : different portrayal of one same event.

Also, the video maker admitted she NEVER played any other FE before 3H. As for you idk, but you are acting like a literal sheep, making a video made by someone who quoted the literal inteview where Tei, Yokota and Nakanishi said they wanted to make a simple story saying they were trying to write a "complex story" and who, as I saw scrolling down the comment, commented she didn't knew why they imitated Awakening that she was playing at the moment she made this comment, which is more recent then the video when in the literal interview she quoted they literaly explained why they wanted Engage to be more like Awakening, along with the lines of saying they wanted to write a simple story your entire personality and being very obnoxious, annoying and toxic about it.

And finally

People, say it with me : IT HAS BEEN LIKE THIS FOR THE ENTIRE FRANCHISE !!!!! People even complained that in Tellius, despite being more involved in the plot, you still had support that required a special partner to learn said thing about said character and that it was easy to miss. As for 3H, if you never unlock some support you will never learn that said character is actually deeper then you though.

You are essentially complaining I am saying you need to play and complete a video game in its entierty to make a proper review of it and to understand the story. That's just making you sound like a lazy guy. To understand something, you need to make your braincells works and work to have it. Complainig that a game demands investissement from it's player is the equivalent of complaining that a book asks you to wait for the following one to understand the story as a whole.

And that's it. Sorry for the long post.

If you wanna add some more stuff you think I forgot, go ahead

so now can I go back to drawing ? please ? I have a cute Alear and Veyle fanart I wanna finish

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fe engage #Youtube

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silent-dragon · 6 months

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TWST Student OC Profile - Lumi Crystalfrost

Personal Info

Name: Lumi Crystalfrost

Gender: Agender

Pronouns: If need accepts He/They

Age: 19

Species: Snowperson Humanoid

Orientation: Doesn't Know

Birthday: December 21

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 170cm

Eye Color: Icy Blue

Hair Color: Snowy White

Homeland: Nordale

Family: Elizabeth Crystalfrost - Maker/Mother

Twist of Marshmallow from Disney's Frozen

College Info

School: Night Ravens College

Dorm: Octavinelle

School Year: 3rd/Junior

Occupation: Amateur Ice Skater

Club: Mountain Lover Club

Best Subject: Art

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Left

Favorite Food: Strawberry Snow Cones

Least Favorite Food: Hot Foods

Dislikes: P.E. Class,Fire,Deserts

Hobby: Observing Others,Ice sculpting,Freeform Dance,Trying to make friends, Snow Angels

Talents: Ice skating,Ice magic resistance,Making others smile,Playing with children

Unique Magic: Called "Frosted Memory", Lumi can read water like a book and extract certain memories that the water has seen,heard,or felt from it then freeze it into visual forms of detailed sculptures. This enables him to see things so clearly in a place he has never been before or see what happened in a place of interest.

OC’s Lore Summary: Happy Snowboy from an icy mountainous land. Was created to bring a smile to his maker's face and love in her heart. Nowadays he brings this to everyone and wanted to try going to places with people his age so college seemed fun. Has little expressions and a hard time understanding things but he strives to get through it and make friends.

Personality: Very soft yet cautious with a super chill friendly vibe

Fun Facts: Lumi tends to sit a bit away from everyone as he is always cold. He's gotten good at talking from afar.

He works at the lounge sometimes serving ice cream and snow cones.

Lumi does not feel heat whatsoever; everything is cold to him including food.

He loves to ice skate and wishes to one day have a friend to skate with.

He is a professional ice sculptor and can carve just about anything out of ice.

His dorm room is specially made out of freezer like material inside and a door that keeps the cold in but the heat outside. Going inside is said to be a winter wonderland.

Lumi can always be seen holding/reading books about human emotions as he lacks a lot of them and is trying to learn how to do them at the right times.

He uses makeup to give himself more natural human skin features. Like how his skin doesn't flush red so he puts blush on spots where pale skin normally does show some red and adds pink to.

He wears gloves that suppress his cold aura so he doesn't freeze anything he grabs or holds.

His scarf is the key to the magic his maker gave him to become human-like. Without it he will slowly revert back to a snowman but can not melt. It's pretty obvious he isn't human when like this and so long as water in any form is near he can regenerate missing snow.

Hot foods are tasteless to him. They must be cold or frozen for him to taste anything. His maker did this so that any food he eats turns into snow which fuels him.

His maker has been adding on to him each year to make him grow up like a normal human, even giving him a birthday party to make Lumi feel real.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #oc profile #octavinelle #joi's many ocs #lumi #frozen

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rookthorne · 2 years

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Lucidity | ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Pairing; none Word Count; 704 Warnings; hurt/slight comfort, WS!Bucky, graphic description of background character death, graphic description of blood A/N; Lana - this is a short one! you say. To which I reply with; yeah, I know, hell has frozen over.

WHUMPTOBER MASTERLIST

God worked in mysterious ways, they knew that when they worked on him, experimented on him. Little did they know they would meet their maker at the end of a titanium hand, blood-stained, and vengeful.

The Asset’s order was to move, so he stalked the winding hallways.

The Asset’s order was to kill, so he discharged his weapon without hesitation until blood painted the walls, and a body hit the floor.

The Asset’s order was to wait, so he waited, and waited, and waited.

Never any deviations, never any abnormalities, never any hesitation - until the moment he was left too long without supervision.

His handler refused his usual weaponry, instead, he was handed a blade with a serrated edge and a bound handle. It was weighted, perfectly balanced in his hand when he swung it between the vertebrae of his target’s neck.

Their shout of pain cut short with the small pop of bones dislocating and he slumped at The Asset’s feet, where blood pooled faster than a river. Dully, he noted he had punctured an artery, which meant a mess.

Extraction went according to plan, each step-in motion like a well-oiled machine as the van drove away from the scene. Police hadn’t even arrived, and that meant he had completed his mission, almost to perfection.

If only there wasn’t a mess.

The potholes in the road made the van jerk to and fro, but The Asset remained impossibly still, his gaze entirely honed on his hands. Both of which differed, but were coated in crimson; flesh turned red, titanium stained maroon.

His hands - the fists of Hydra - were a weapon at their command, but they were interwoven with the body and soul of a man that never, ever, gave in. No matter what, no matter the cost.

But The Asset didn’t understand something - how the hell could the blood of another man staining his hands cause this? How can he feel as though he was looking at his hands, through the eyes of another man so struck with terror, that a roll of nausea bubbled in his own gut like poison.

How?

“Soldat!” The Asset’s gaze snapped upwards and to the side to find the doors wide open, an expectant guard with a rifle awaiting his departure.

His boots slammed against the metal of the floor and thudded against the cement when he landed smoothly, expectantly, in front of the guard. He did not dare speak, not when the muzzle was still digging into the skin of his face and into the bones of his skull.

“Decontamination,” the guard barked and The Asset barely resisted the urge to flinch. “Now!”

Obediently, The Asset stalked towards the base, carefully watching the guards he passed for any sign of torment. Decontamination was painful enough - but it was better than the chair.

The dried blood on his right hand cracked and flaked when he flexed it into a fist, and he marvelled at it briefly, the sound of his footsteps halting for barely a moment. There was a flash of a vision - no, a memory? - where a hand, one of flesh and bone, was holding his, but there was no blood. Only the soft feel of another man’s hand on his own.

“Move!” A voice ordered behind him and he startled. What was that? “Now!”

He started walking again, but his gait was off kilter, a slight change in pace and willingness to follow orders.

Lucidity was a rare gift - one that only came when he was away from the chair too long.

The blood that stained The Asset’s hands only brought more of Bucky Barnes to life. His hands - he could not stop staring, even when the stock of the guard’s gun connected with the back of his skull.

“Move it!”

Bucky was on him faster than the guard could draw breath.

The plates of Bucky’s fingers whirred when the bones and ligaments of the guard’s neck audibly crunched under the pressure, and Bucky growled with satisfaction; one less monster. The blackened essence of life seeped like ink from the guard’s orifices, and it collected in the seams of Bucky’s hand.

It was a start. A new ink to write his story, no matter how bloodied and horrific it may be. The Asset, their Soldat and weapon, was going to take them down from the inside, and Bucky would not stop until the earth was black - soaked - with their blood.

Graphics & Header made by yours truly.

Masterlist | Library | AO3 | Wattpad

#whumptober2022 #no.24 #blood covered hands #marvel #fic #hurt/slight comfort #WS!Bucky #background character death #graphic descriptions of blood #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #rookthorne's works #Lucidity

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thistleandpoppies · 10 months

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Star-Crossed, p.1

The real problem with stories—if you kept them going long enough, they always ended in death. Perhaps Hob knew that better than anyone.

But what he also learnt better than anyone was how to go on with his life despite deaths all around. How to wake up, make some coffee, cook himself a hearty breakfast, and go on. Sometimes that required occasional crying at the most inconvenient and embarrassing moments, and sometimes that required wiping down his whole personality and starting life anew somewhere in Goa. If so, who was there to judge him? He was on his own, blessed with the gift of immortality (or cursed with the gift of death being withdrawn, as Morpheus would dramatically phrase it), free to roam as he pleased. And roam he did. Quite a lot.

And that’s how he found himself at 6 AM in his Airbnb in Stockholm, where he had taken off without a single thought of the mess he had left behind in London. Somewhere there, his colleagues were struggling to fill in his lectures, his students were trying to understand whether their charming history professor really abandoned them mid-term, and his neighbors were gossiping the hell about his disappearance. Not like any of that mattered anymore.

Hob rose from the sofa and automatically tried to stretch his neck, muscles tense as a stone. He would often tell himself that he was too old to sleep anywhere but on a good mattress—one of the few luxuries that absolutely made it into his must-have list over the centuries—and even now, he realized that he did himself no favors having collapsed last night in the living room, twenty meters away from the proper bed, but truth be told, it was a rare moment when he couldn't care less about his beauty sleep.

He made it to the kitchen, opened the tap, and swallowed a glass of cold water in one go. There was a very basic Nespresso machine awaiting on the counter, a colorful assortment of capsules filling the glass vase next to it. Morpheus’ favorites were amber Whiskey Essence (upon learning it, Hob stocked an obscene number of packs in his pantry—it was a limited edition, after all) and frozen blue Ice Forte. Unlike him, Hob was happy with literally anything—his friends and colleagues dragged him to multiple coffee masterclasses, and while Hob appreciated their concern and could now distinguish Vienna Roast from Dark Roast, he was still happy with any coffee-like substance in his cup. Dream and Death could take a guy out of the Middle Ages, but they could never take the Middle Ages out of a guy.

Nespresso growled, pouring Ice Forte into the plain Ikea cup, and Hob did everything he could to focus on the sound of the machine’s mechanical insides and the smell of freshly brewed coffee, to ground himself at the moment, but his daydreams, as always, overpowered him. Who was he but not a slave to his dreams, in the end?

“This does not sound. Pleasant. At the slightest,” said Morpheus suspiciously and wrinkled his nose the first time he saw Hob making coffee at home.

“True, love, but you’re going to appreciate the result. I still like to make coffee the old-fashioned way, in a stovetop maker, but this thing,” he nodded at Nespresso, “just saves the day when I’m late to class. Besides, I really wanted to show you the coffee machines. One of the greatest inventions of recent times, if you ask me.” Hob smiled cheerfully and handed Dream the iittala cup he had bought specifically for him. Not that he was about to confess it. At least, not now.

Dream regarded black strokes gracefully adorning white ceramics and took the cup in his hand, lightly brushing Hob’s fingers.

“I know this dreamer even though I met him. Only recently. He found inspiration when I was not here. Still.”

Hob smiled gently and just pointed at Dream’s mug with his own, coming from the same set but painted in vibrant blues and reds.

“You should try it while it’s hot, you know. Of course, cold coffee is also a thing, but we’ll leave ice latte and frappuccino for some other time.”

Morpheus nodded solemnly, as if agreeing to a new political alliance instead of trying a new type of beverage, and slowly took a sip. Hob barely breathed, watching him and smiling like a lovesick fool.

Hob shook his head, discarding the reverie, and finally brought the mug to his lips.

His coffee was already lukewarm.

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The beginning features the quote by Neil Gaiman from The Sandman Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes: "She's realized the real problem with stories—if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death."

#dreamling #the sandman #morpheus #hob x morpheus #hob x dream #hob gadling

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bobattef · 1 year

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PT IV Mad at you.

POV: You work on the empire base on planet Mustafar. You (a tie-fighter pilot) return victorious from a solo mission to find it was against your Sith Lord’s orders…

“Turn around”

*ok, you didn’t expect that order from your Sith Lord considering the position you’re in but you oblige*

You’re now standing with your back to him, he must be almost 7ft the way he towers over you!

“Bend over” is his next command.

You do as you’re told, leaning forward over the edge of the cot bed, it’s the right height so you’re bent at the waist.

Your chest is almost flush with the bed and your hands come up to rest either side of you.

Waiting.

You’re taken by surprise as his fingers, still gloved of course, slips into the waist band of your combats and pulls the fabric down.

They go past your ass and almost clean off with only your boots stopping them.

You tense in excited anticipation. I wonder what he’ll do first, tease you with his fingers or go straight in with that perfect cock of his you think to yourself…

“Don’t forget” he says, his voice is a lot louder now.

“You disobeyed my orders”

*wait a minute…he’s still on that??*

“Disobeying my orders…has consequences” he continues.

You’re frozen in place, did you hear him right?? He has you bent over his bed, almost naked apart from your tiny shorts you wear underneath your clothes and your combats at your ankles.Surely this is going the way you thought it should be going…

You hear him pull his belt out from around his waist, the metal buckle clinking on each loop on the way out.

Your brain must still be fried from the earlier assault on your oxygen levels because it takes a fair few moments for you to realise that this wasn’t about to be a pleasurable experience for you.

The complete opposite infact!

His hand comes to rest on your lower back, almost holding you in place.

“You’re going to count for me. Do you understand?”

*You take a huge gulp of air* how sodding stupid of you to think you could just bat your eyelids at someone like him and be let off for going against his orders!

“Do you understand?” He says a lot more firmer and starts to rub your ass cheek over your shorts.

“Y…yes” comes your stunned reply.

*I mean of course it’s a yes, would you say no this man??*

“Yes what?” he almost whispers.

*What do you say??*

“My, my lord” you mumble pathetically.

“Good”

*thank the maker you got it right*

He places one of his legs in between yours and pushes your ankle out so your legs spread a little further.

You sigh a little at how his knee was placed strategically against your c**t. Applying a little pressure, not much but enough for you to bite your lip to stop yourself from making anymore sound.

The game has changed, you didn’t care he saw just how much you wanted to fuck him earlier on his throne. You weren’t bothered by how ridiculously pathetic you were begging him for it a few moments ago but now?

Now you don’t want him knowing just how turned on you are at this.

*How long has it been since he told you what was going to happen* you know your thoughts are probably going faster than light-speed right now but he hasn’t moved a good few minutes.

He’s toying with you again!

*maker why is he like this??*

That’s when you feel it, or that’s when you hear it.

It happens so quickly that you can’t work out wether you feel the burning sting of the hit from his belt or hear the sound it made travelling through the air to land clean across your right ass cheek!

*dank ferrik!! That hurts!!* did you even make a sound on contact?? Your brain is so overwhelmed right now you can’t work anything out!

“Count” he says through gritted teeth as he grabs you right where he hit with his belt, making it burn even more!

“One” You manage to choke out. You must of made a noise cause you were already straining your vocal cords for something!

You barley recover from all the different emotions your Sith Lord just put on you when you hear the swoosh through the air of his belt again. You try to brace for impact but the 2nd blow hits harder than the 1st, almost dead on the same line too!

*Argh* that one really hurt as you cry out in pain!

“COUNT!” Is all you can hear.

“DANK FERRIK!! TWO!! two!”

You sound fuming!

That’s cause you are fuming!!

How dare he do this to you after what you did for him!

You recovered the stolen Death Star plans!

You saved him and his whole sodding Empire from, maker knows what, if the rebels would have had their hands on those blueprints!!

And now look what’s happening! You’re made to be punished for winning? What the actual??

*crack* the 3rd blow hits you, perfectly aimed at almost the same spot as before! Is he for real?

“THREE!!!” You shout out before he even reminds you to count.

You know what you have to do!

How many times you’re going to be hit like this only maker knows but you’ll play along.

You’ll take your punishment! You’ll show him you can take anything he throws at you!

You won the dog fight with that x wing pilot earlier for those plans! And you won’t lose now!

Not at this…

#darth vader #smut #first fic #warnings #18+ fanfic

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timeguardiansarchive · 2 years

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@sonnysideofthestreet continued from X

A wince taints Rose’s features as her mother’s dauntless warnings rattle around in the corridors of her mind. She shouldn’t be here. Hockley would fly into a blinding rage if he knew, her mother too, for that matter. Still, the heiress plows ahead with her plot. It no longer mattered if she had anyone’s approval. All she wanted was her darling Jack back.

She bites back a terrified shiver when she is greeted by a solid-brick wall of a man. “Th.... the who?” She titters, more flustered than confident. The title made it sound like the man she was seeking turned mobster. Fish and a Mobster. Great. Sounds like a children’s book gone very very wrong.

Cerulean orbs bounce uneasily from one man to the other. Her trembling hands clutch the envelope all the tighter. Better instinct would compel her to leave, but Rose has never paid much heed to it.

It is the sound of the pie-maker’s voice and her desperation to reclaim Jack that keeps her from bolting. “It... it isn’t?” Rose ambles, doey-eyes befalling the speaker solely. “I was.... was told you could bring people back....” She murmurs, her face falling just as much as the hope dwindled in her tired orbs.

The antics do little to dissuade her. “Wha... what do you mean? I’ll pay any price. I’ll give anything.” She’d spare no expense, even if she had to hock the Heart of the Ocean she would. Jack was her heart. Without him, her life had grown unbearably cold.

Rose follows his words and his movement, swallowing thickly. Oh, how she wished he’d get to the point. Still, she hadn’t anywhere to be.

Attentive her eyes ghost over the man called Ned as he speaks. Relief drops her shoulders a bit when he affirms the rumors are true. That he can bring the dead back. “Si--- simoleons?” Rose is swept up in Cod’s undercurrent briefly before the man protests and departure.

“I should think we all appreciate getting paid for our work,” Rose murmurs. Of course she is speaking more from the observation of Trudy than her own experiences. Jack’s death wasn’t a homicide. Rose’s body tenses preparing to be let down hard, her fingers gripping the money-stuffed envelope tighter.

Rose’s cerulean eyes drift about his store as they are directed too. “Its... it’s a nice place.” It seemed to be really popular with the locals. Rose smiles as a piece of pie was offered to her. Politely and with all the grace afforded to heiresses, Rose takes up the fork and has herself a bite. The flavors are rich, and they dance upon her refined palate. “This is incredible....” She could easily understand why he had elected to make a business out of his obvious talent.

Shadows of terror befall her orbs as they flitter downwards. “And...” She feels her voice begin to rattle, “if he died saving me from drowning in the frozen ocean----” Her wish suddenly doesn’t feel as simple as it had moments prior. The thought of bringing Jack back to suffer occupies her mind the way a massive hurricane might; overshadowing any joy that may have previously been found in the thought. His body now occupied a cold slab in the morgue.

At the words “policy and rule” her eyes snap back upwards. “So---- if I was to get Jack back, someone else would--- would die?” Grieved her countenance turns away. Her heart encompassed with a sensation she thought was similar to drowning. How could she cause another family pain? To live like she did, drifting through the shadow of misery, a valley so deep that it seemed impossible to climb out of. “Can you exchange one life for another?” Rose bravely presses. She would gladly exchange her’s for Jack’s return. Or perhaps, she could use the system to have Cal drop dead and et Jack back----?

#Muse: Rose Dewitt Bukater #sonnysideofthestreet

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nickgerlich · 2 months

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Upsetting The Apple Cart

The temptation for any company to venture into uncharted territory is big. It is what causes companies to commit vast amounts of resources to things they have no prior knowledge of or experience in, although the allure of that uncharted territory can be intoxicating. And it seems that sometimes it is the biggest companies that drink from this bottle the most, if only because they can afford to commit billions of dollars into R&D.

Unfortunately, drinking from that bottle can lead to problems, usually in the form of red ink and embarrassment. Fortunately, some companies have enough common sense to refrain from trying to venture into those dark waters. It is what has kept car manufacturers from testing the waters of fast food, just because they came to know that a lot of people go through drive-thrus and eat in their cars. For that matter, it has kept McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King, and the rest from trying to make cars just because more than half of their business goes through a window.

It’s too bad that Apple did not possess this same sense. For the last decade, it has been burning cash, paying 2000 employees to develop the Apple EV. It was a noble gesture, no doubt influenced by one Elon Musk. He singlehandedly made EV a household word, so it is easy to understand how and why other companies would be attracted to the prospects of getting in early.

Last week, though, the company pulled the plug—literally and figuratively—on the project. This comes amid news that growth of EV sales has softened. That’s not to say that they are in decline. It just means that they are not growing as fast as they were, which, if you understand math, you know that an increasing denominator makes sustaining the same growth rate difficult.

Still, margins are shrinking as Tesla lowers prices. Competitor Rivian loses about $32,000 on each vehicle it sells. And let’s not forget Chinese-owned EV maker BYD, which just catapulted to top EV seller in the world. This is not the kind of news that Apple wanted to hear.

Of course, the usual litany of customer objections still exist. Cost (even after Tesla price reductions), range anxiety, and access to charging points are legitimate issues that must still be addressed. And then there are the naysayers who liberally distribute red herrings, such as replacement battery expense, rare earth materials used in making motors, and exploitative child labor in Africa for lithium. Those too are concerns, but deviate from the broader usage matters. That’s another way of saying they are PR campaigns intended to undermine the EV.

Oh, and let’s talk a minute or two about BYD. Last week they went completely bipolar on everyone, simultaneously announcing the new $16,000 EV Yuan Plus as well as a top-of-the-line Yangwang U9 that can hit 60mph in 2.36 seconds. It’s a paltry $250,000. Lest you think we’re safe from them, think again. They are looking at manufacturing sites in Mexico, which would make it pretty easy to start selling here, if they can meet National Highway Traffic Safety Administration regulations.

Back to marketing, though. We have seen big companies make this misstep all too many times. Google, which is primarily advertising and search, but also software, phones, and household items, thought they could leverage their skills with Google Glass, a $1500 pair of high-tech eyeglasses. They creeped out people with both the concept and the price. Thud.

Forty years ago, Colgate, known for their toothpaste, decided to venture into frozen foods. I don’t know. Maybe they coated your teeth with cavity-resistant chemicals? Another thud.

But wait, there’s more. Thirty years ago Harley-Davidson thought it prudent to introduce a line of perfume. Bic, maker of small handheld items like pens, razors, and lighters, introduced a line of disposable underwear in the late-90s. Not to be outdone, Cosmopolitan Magazine got a craving for yogurt and launched its line in a very crowded part of the supermarket. Thud, thud, and thud.

This is not to say that leveraging brands cannot be done. There are occasional success stories. But whenever you try to enter a new space in which you have absolutely zero experience or recognition, you are skating on thin ice. As much as the Apple name is known for computers, phones, and more, it has no experience building cars. Just because their Apple CarPlay operating system works well in car audio systems does not mean it should make the whole car.

Why, that would be like General Motors making hamburgers, or McDonald’s making cars. See above.

It was wise to pull the plug on this doomed project, but it should never have been plugged in at all. It was a case of good money chasing bad. Apple, like all other companies, should focus on its core competencies, and if it wishes to enlarge its tents, do so slowly and incrementally. The Apple eco-system is a powerful one, and I love having all of my devices synced and playing so well together. But they can accomplish that in vehicles without having to make the car itself.

Leave that to the folks who know what they are doing.

Dr “Non-Starter” Gerlich

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#marketing #Apple #EV #branding

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painted-starlight · 3 years

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Years later it still blows my mind that the creators of Frozen had the metaphor of “parents harm their children by not accepting the child for who they are and forcing them to live in fear/shame of their own identity,” saw so many people identify with Elsa and Anna’s situation, were given praise for their handling of Elsa’s acceptance of herself in the face of years of said abuse and secrecy....and then in the sequel completely sided with the parents, wiped their hands clean of any wrongdoing and threw the blame all on Elsa herself by saying that it was actually all her fault that she was shut away from her sister and the outside world.

Shit, man. Shit.

#anti frozen #shit man I can't get over this #I get the whole identity secrecy issue with Iduna but...dear god there HAD to be a better more nuanced way to help Elsa rather than locking #her away #sorry but I just had to get this off of my chest #like did the makers of Frozen even understand what they made???

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging, nor promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, scenes containing violence and kidnappings.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong could already sense that something was off the moment he noticed the door wasn't locked and even more worrying was the fact it was slightly ajar. Quickly taking out his gun just in case, he kicked open the door and widened his eyes as it appeared like some struggle took place. Chairs were turnt over, busted picture frames and glass scattered across the floor, and even more terrifying, droplets of blood were seen.

"Y/N!" He quickly remembered about his spouse.

Running into the bedroom, it was in an even bigger disarray than the living room. On the bed, there was a note folded for him to read. Carefully opening it with trembling hands, his eyes took in each letter. Furiously, he crumbled up the paper and quickly dialed his most trusted friend.

"Get the squad ready."

Although you expected that sooner or later you'd be targeted just for the fact you were married to Hongjoong, nothing could have prepared you for it. After all, Hongjoong didn't seem to care much about you, treating your marriage strictly like a business deal and hardly interacting with you. It wouldn't have surprised you if he didn't even care enough to show up and save you.

But you were wrong when he broke in himself and got you safely out of there, despite having suffered quite a few injuries that had you worrying.

"Stop fretting over it, it's just a scratch." He told you when you tried to wipe the blood trickling down the side of his head wound.

"I'm sorry......you're hurt because I-"

"No one is to blame here but me. I chose to go after you and rescue you because I wanted to. If anything, I should be apologizing for getting you in this situation in the first place."

Sighing softly, you tugged at the dirtied sleeves of your shirt.

"It's not like it's really your fault. We were thrown together and naturally they thought they could get the upper hand if they captured me. And to be honest.....you didn't have to save me. I know you don't care about-"

With a loud gasp, you shut up when Hongjoong unexpectedly sat up and kissed you. You were stunned to react and even more shocked by his next words.

"I always cared. And that's precisely why you were kidnapped. From the start, I acted as if I didn't care about you to protect you. They would have never taken you if they thought that I had no regards for you whatsoever. However, I obviously couldn't hide my feelings that well, given the taunting letter they left me. As soon as I read it, I knew I had to get you back to me as soon as possible."

Kissing the top of your forehead, Hongjoong smiled at you for the first time in your marriage life.

"And I'm happy to take you back to our home, where you rightfully belong."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Putting the finishing touches on your makeup and fixing your hair, you beamed with joy at your reflection in the mirror. You felt truly beautiful and walked out into the living room, where your handsome husband was currently on his phone, no doubt talking about some business things with Hongjoong. He seemed to always be busy, never having any time for anything else.

Including you, which somewhat hurt you.

"I'm ready." You told him, shyly tucking some of your hair behind your ear as you hoped he'd like the dress you were wearing, choosing a blue color since you knew it was his favorite.

"Ok. Go wait out in the limousine, I'll be there shortly."

Barely even giving you a glance, he dialed Hongjoong up and continued to further discuss some matters. Sighing softly, you walked rather disappointed out to the car, slamming the door behind you. When Seonghwa joined you a few minutes later, you didn't even care to hide your anger and frustration at him. You still had a scowling look on your face when you arrived at the party, not bothering this time to stick by Seonghwa's side like you usually did other times, playing the role of a perfect and loving wife. And Seonghwa neither noticed nor cared about it. In fact, he never really hid how little your marriage seemed to matter to him. Perhaps he treated it as any other business he owned.

"Such a pity to see such a beautiful lady look so down during such a lovely evening."

Recognizing the voice as Minho, a friend of Seonghwa, you forced a small smile.

"Not really much to be happy about really." You merely stated.

"Is your oh so loving hubby being the usual prince charming he is?" He rolled his eyes, knowing full well just like everyone else how he really treated you.

"What difference does it make? He'll never even look at me."

Unable to let the opportunity go to waste, even if it was his friend, Minho gently caressed your cheek.

"You know....... maybe you should stop trying so hard for a jerk like him....and maybe open your eyes to someone who actually knows you exist."

You were frozen when he leaned in to kiss you, then gasped loudly when none other than Seonghwa pushed him off you, sending Minho crashing onto one of the tables behind him.

"She is my wife! And the next time you touch her, I will cut your hand off!" He warned him.

You didn't even have time to process what was happening as Seonghwa dragged you outside, his grip on your wrist tight and fierce. When you reached the car, you were going to ask him what was going on but you had no time as he pressed you against the car and began to kiss you fervently and hungrily. You were left speechless and breathless, with your legs getting weak as he let out low snarls in between his kisses on your neck.

"Mine.......you're all mine."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Both Yunho and you were beyond nervous at this point, hell you actually felt somewhat terrified. You knew exactly what his parents wanted when they organized this 'family vacation'. This wasn't a getaway to spend time together and they made it obviously clear at dinner when you came back from the bathroom and overheard him arguing with his parents.

"You know I can't ask her to do that!" Yunho adamantly said.

"You've been married for over a year Yunho. It's time and you know it." His mother insisted.

"I will not impregnate her. Have you ever considered her feelings? Maybe she doesn't want kids. Maybe I don't want kids, have you ever thought of that?" He asked them, voice getting more agitated.

"It's both of your duties to produce heirs to keep control and stability in the organization. Your life is at risk on a daily basis. If you die with no children it'll only cause chaos and disruption." His father reminded him.

That was the one thing you dreaded facing since the day you said "I do", having to be forced to become nothing more than a baby maker. Yunho knew from the beginning how uncomfortable you were during your first night together, that's why he ended up sleeping in another room, as he had done every day afterwards, not wanting you to freak out and giving you your space.

But now you both stared at the single king sized bed in your hotel room, reality staring you in the face. Neither of you said a word as you took turns changing and getting ready to go to sleep in the bathroom, Yunho letting you go first. As you crept into the bed, your hands tightly held onto the blanket, your eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, unaware of anything until you felt the bed shift next to you. You inhaled sharply when you felt Yunho's fingers caress your hair.

"Y/N-"

"Just get it over with will you?! Just knock me up and make your parents happy. I don't care anymore."

Although you tried to sound strong, the tremble in your voice gave you away. You could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes. When Yunho moved to hover above you, you instantly shut your eyes, tears lightly spilling out. You could feel his breath ghost over your lips and then suddenly they moved as he planted the gentlest of kiss on your forehead.

"Good night my dear. I promise I won't take up too much space."

Confused you open your eyes and watched as Yunho turned on his side, facing away from you as he scooted to give you as much room as he possibly could.

"I don't...I don't understand why..." You didn't even know what you were asking at this point.

"I'm not going to be that asshole that will make you do something you're not prepared for. I respect, value and admire you too much to make you go through that. I'll just wait until you're ready."

You weren't going to deny that your heart fluttered at his words.

"But your parents-"

"They can suck it. I've lived this long, I think I'll be fine. They can wait like I'm willing to wait. The only downside is putting up with their bullshit and nagging for disobeying them...."

You could tell he was falling asleep by the way his voice started to mumble and lower in tone, and his tiny yawn made it more obvious. You were prepared for his cute tiny rambling but you didn't expect what he said next.

"But that's what I get for falling in love with you..."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang stared out the spacious window of his office, the glittering city lights looking as splendid as they did every night, bustling with sounds of the inhabitants coming out to party and overall enjoy life. They seemed to be mocking him, mocking him for being happy while he felt miserable and empty inside.

It had been hours since you had already left, your plane had probably already landed back to your hometown and you were now ready to settle into your new life....away from him. He couldn't stop replaying the argument you had just a day ago:

"Can't you at least pretend to care?" You spat out, dropping your fork against the plate of food in front of you.

"If you know what I'm like, why even ask?" Was his only reply.

"Yes I know what you're like! You're cold, stoic, soulless and have no regards for anyone's feelings but your own! Being married to you all these years, I know you better than anyone! But I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you not caring enough to even try." She could feel her voice starting to crack.

Letting out a deep sigh, Yeosang pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"From the beginning, you knew what you were getting in to. We didn't get married because we were a couple of lovestruck fools wanting to vow our lives to each other. Our parents arranged it and we had no choice. If you were stupid enough to catch feelings well then..."

Finally lifting his gaze to look at you, his eyes were unwavering as he coldly declared:

"That's not my fault. And you can't expect me to reciprocate your feelings when I don't even have any to begin with."

Not taking anymore, you began crying tears of heartbreak, anger, frustration and indignation all at the same time. Standing up, you firmly declared your intent of going back home, not willing to put up or stay with him anymore.

"Ok."

Not even a goodbye, a farewell or even another look at you. Those were his final words before you stormed out and made preparations to leave as soon as possible. Yeosang had spent the entire day pacing back and forth, unable to think or do anything except look at the clock almost every hour. He had been counting the seconds since your flight was scheduled to leave, that's how he knew you were home by then.

He cursed himself for being a coward. For not speaking up and telling you how much you actually meant to him, how scared he was of his feelings for you, and most of all, he hated himself for not running out to stop you. Now you were gone from his life forever........ unless....

"Get my plane ready."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San and you didn't even meet each other until you were both standing at the altar, families ready to join together two criminal organizations to grow their power even further. Both of you looked at each and instantly felt what the other was feeling: shock, denial, insecurity, but most of all, fear. Both of you were afraid of what was going to happen. Though he was trembling just as much as you, San made sure to reach for your hand, squeezing it in his own. With that small gesture, you knew and felt what he was silently saying:

"We're going to get through this together. Just trust me and believe in me. I'll take care of you. You're not alone in this and I'll be right there by your side."

You two got along fairly well, even if there was still awkwardness between the two of you. You were both also still shy around each other that you wouldn't talk unless it was necessary or because something caught one or the other's attention and wanted to share their thoughts out loud, which the other one would try to enthusiastically add on to converse more, but it always ended in awkward laughter.

Yeah. It was extremely awkward. But at least there was no hostility between you two and you guys did enjoy watching movies together at times, hardly speaking a word, but there was no silence at all. You could read each other's minds and feelings all the time. It was truly strange how in tune your thoughts seemed to be at times and scary too. Your mind began to recall times when strange things happened like the time you were craving a certain food and coincidentally, San came later with the exact same food because he got a feeling you wanted some. Or the time you were supposed to go visit extended family but in the end didn't get on the train and went straight home because you felt San needed you. He thought you were crazy, but later that night he was burning up with a fever and you spent your weekend nursing him back to health.

"What did this all mean?" You both thought to yourselves.

"A soulmate is someone that just gets you. It's a connection of minds, a mutual respect, an unconditional love and a total understanding. It's about being yourself and knowing, not only that person is following and understanding your thoughts, but is right there with you, side by side." The actress in the movie you were watching said.

Suddenly everything seemed to click. At the moment both of you felt like the answer to your questions were finally answered. Slowly you both turned and faced one another. Giving you a warm smile as he read your thoughts, San leaned in to cup your cheek with one hand, his thumb drawing circles around it. Brushing his lips against yours, he sighed blissfully as he looked in your eyes.

"My lovely soulmate..."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

When Mingi met you, he was sort of put off by how different you were from him.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, your soon to be wife but please don't think of me as that if you don't want to. Think of me as your friend. I just know we'll get along!"

You were actually squealing and wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, almost bouncing up and down with joy while Mingi just stood there stiff as a pole, wondering what the hell made you be so happy and cheerful like that.

"Ok.....ok got it, you can let go now." He tried to squirm out of your embrace, but you merely tightened your grip on him causing him to let out a harsh "oof!" at your strength.

"For such a tiny person, you sure aren't weak." He pointed out.

Married life with you for Mingi was...... different to say the least. He was used to such a gloomy, dark and hostile environment that having a tiny bubble bursting with energy was unusual and not something he was accustomed to. You always greeted him with such enthusiasm and happiness, not to mention you were such a caring housewife, always feeding him and taking care of him. Sometimes Mingi questioned whether you've ever seen the harsh side of the mafia world. Judging by your love for life and others, he guessed no.

And his assumptions were correct when you both were at a party held by some of his other mafia friends. Taking advantage of the occasion, rival gangs infiltrated the building. Storming in, explosions went off in several places, and gun shots were being fired at all directions. Mingi quickly jumped up and tackled you onto the ground, covering your body from the bullets that were being poured out. Taking your hand, he told you to stay down as he safely guided you out of the hall. Once you guys were far away, he quickly sprung up, pulling you up with him as he began running towards the nearest exit, pulling out his hidden gun just in case. You were in shock, even more when you guys passed a couple of dead bodies in the hallway. Feeling sick, you don't even remember how Mingi managed to get you both out of there alive and in one piece before the entire place burst into flames. Staring at the raging fire, you felt like you couldn't breathe, desperately trying to gasp for air.

"Honey, look at me. Look at me ok? You're safe. You're all right and you're going to be all right. Nothing is going to happen to you ok?"

You nodded, trying to choke back tears and forcing a smile on your face, but ultimately failing. Seeing you break down, Mingi immediately pulled you into his arms, his fingers running through your hair as he felt his heart break. You were such a fragile, sensitive and extremely precious person to him. He couldn't bear to see his ray of sunshine and hope in his dark world break down in front of him. He knew had to protect you at all costs and take care of you.

"It's ok my darling angel. I won't let any harm come to you. I swear on my life I'll protect you."

Wiping your tears away, he kissed the top of your head and smiled warmly at you.

"Come on. I'll take you home and have one of those cuddling sessions you always enjoy having."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

You wanted to die, and that wasn't an understatement. You felt utterly humiliated at the fact your parents actually sold you into marriage to some mafia lord's son to pay off their debts. You didn't even have time to process anything, one day you were just bound and stuffed into the back of a car and soon found yourself inside a grand old mansion. You felt alone and scared, unsure of what was going to happen to you. And you were beyond trembling when you met your future husband, expecting some evil and sadistic man when in reality:

"Hi! I'm Jung Wooyoung, your soon to be husband and I can tell we're going to be really happy together!"

He greeted you with just a charismatic enthusiasm, eyes practically beaming when he first saw you.

"Hi, I'm L/N Y/N, the girl that's going to be caged to you for life......or death. Whichever comes first."

He laughed at that, coming closer and squeezed your cheeks.

"You're so cute, I'm already in love with you."

Love? You seriously thought he was insane. You certainly didn't fall in love with him at first sight. And even after months of being married to him, you still didn't felt love towards him, even though Wooyoung tried anything and everything to not only make life easier for you, but in hopes of getting you to reciprocate his feelings.

"Hey Y/N. Look! I got you a present! Open it. I know you'll love it."

You groaned at the thought of another expensive present being given to you. You felt bad that he went through all these troubles when they'd all end in vain. Peeling the ribbon off the huge box, you didn't even get to open the box since the Welsh Corgi inside jumped out and tackled you to the ground. You couldn't help but giggle when it began licking your face, its tail wagging out of joy.

"I knew you'd like him. Now he can keep you company so you won't be lonely while I'm gone."

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't let the opportunity pass to poke fun at him.

"Who said I was even going to miss you?" You chuckled, petting the dog's head.

"You never know." Wooyoung insisted.

Leaving you for 5 months, you couldn't believe you actually started to miss his obnoxiously loud presence. Sure your puppy kept you complaining and cuddled you, but it wasn't the same. You hated to admit it....

But you actually wanted Wooyoung to come back and smother you with what you always referred to as his annoying affection.

Opening the front door, Wooyoung called out that he was home. He smiled when he was greeted by his furry friend rather enthusiastically. But he was not expecting for you to run out and jump at him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Although he stumbled slightly, he made sure to catch you, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Y/N are you-?"

He widened his eyes when you crashed your lips on his, kissing him as if your life depended on it. Once getting over the shock, he had a smug grin as he kissed you back.

"Told you you'd miss me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho terrified you. From day one, you were intimidated by him. He always had a blank expression, hardly talked and he had a reputation for being brutally strong. Obviously you felt like you were walking on eggshells around him, afraid to piss him off. Anytime he called out to you or came near you, your body would jump.

"Y/N..."

Shrieking, you turned around when you felt his hand brush against your lower back. Tilting his head, he raised an eyebrow at your reaction.

"I needed something from the cabinet."

Without breaking eye contact, his hands gripped your waist as he slightly moved you to the side, fingers digging into your skin. After having gotten what he wanted, his thumb poked your nose as he winked at you.

"Thanks doll."

You swore he was teasing you. He'd purposefully use any occasion to show off his strength to you, his favorite being cutting up wood in the yard with an axe. You couldn't help but stare at his arms that were visible due to him wearing a sleeveless shirt. When he noticed you staring, he sent a smug smile your way which caused you to blush and you immediately retreated back inside the house.

There was also the time he accidentally walked in on you changing. There you were, standing in nothing but your lacy underwear set, for some reason not embarrased or hiding yourself as Jongho inhaled deeply as his eyes raked your body. Subtly biting his lips, he apologized before reluctantly leaving the room.

Both of you were frustrated by that point, tired of the light teasing. Jongho was the one who decided to put a stop to it one night he came home from a mission. He had been badly hurt and you, worrying about him, sat him down to tend to his wounds. It was a struggle since he had to remove his shirt and you were blushing violently, eyes always looking away.

"It's ok doll. I'm your husband...you can look at me."

His hands that were holding onto your arms began caressing your elbows, subtly pulling you closer to him without you noticing until you were firmly planted on his lap.

"Do you want me my little doll?" He asked you, voice in a low whisper as his breath fanned over your lips.

"Cause I've wanted you since the first day I laid my eyes on you."

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immersed-in-mischief · 3 years

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Prince Charming (Loki x Reader) - Part 7

Part 6 was pretty rough but 7 is a little better and everything wraps up in 8! I can’t thank everyone enough for all the love and support I have received this week. I was nervous to post any my writing but I have felt so very welcomed in the Loki Fandom. Much Love!

Summary: Loki has to deal with the consequences of his words and actions. When you start to pull away from him, he finally starts to notice what was in front of him all along.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Mischief Makers: @ruiningthe1975 @valiantvoidpoetry @nms224 @youlightmeupfinn @salempoe @lokiprompts @oasiswithmyg @saltandapepper @chwlogy @clockblobber @locht3ssmonster

Loki was looking forward to the mission today. It was an excuse to take his mind off her for a little while. He was only half listening to Rogers when he said he would be paired up with you. He looked over at you to find a panicked look on your face. Nat quickly cleared her throat.

“Steve, I was actually thinking about having the kid shadow me today. She’s been wanting some extra training.”

The Captain quickly agreed, and Loki looked back at you just in time to see you share a look with Natasha. Wanda had done the same thing two days ago when Tony had picked the two of you to team up on a project. When the meeting dismissed, he caught your arm in the hallway before you ran off.

“Darling, is something wrong?”

You refused to turn and face him.

“Of course not, Mischief. Why would something be wrong?”

“For starters, you aren’t even looking at me, Bug. You also haven’t spoken a word to me in days. Have I done something to upset you? Is that why you refuse to work with me? We’ve always done so well together. My lucky charm, remember?”

Over the last few days, the pain had morphed into anger. You pulled your arm from his grasp stronger than he had expected before nearing sprinting down the hall. He no longer had the privilege of seeing you cry, if it would even bother him to be quite honest.

“I’ve got to go, Lohk. Nat’s waiting for me.”

Loki stood there absolutely stunned as he watched you walk away from him. He had assumed that your absence was due to the man you had been seeing. Based on your coldness towards him as of late, he started to wonder if the problem was with him.

The entire ride in the jet, you didn’t look his direction. Not once. Since the post you and Natasha had been assigned was across the compound from him, he didn’t see you until the team met back at the jet. You had your arm wrapped around Natasha’s shoulders as you limped up the ramp.

“Ladybug! What the hell happened?!”

Your head tilted down as he approached but Nat reached out to stop him.

“I’ve got her, Laufeyson. She just twisted her ankle. She’s fine.”

Again. Not a single word from you. He watched from afar as Natasha rested your foot across her lap with an ice pack against it. Wanda whispered something into your ear and hugged you. Something felt terribly wrong. He felt like he was losing you and he didn’t understand why. Pacing the floor outside med bay, he waited for you to appear. The sight of you on crutches broke his heart. Just as he opened his mouth, you cut him off.

“Just save it, Loki. I’m not in the mood for this right now.”

He was tired from the day and let his frustration slip.

“You’re angry with me. That is obvious. Will you just tell me what I possibly did wrong so we can move past this, Bug?”

You stopped in your tracks and let out a soft chuckle that was surprising menacing. The glare you gave him when you turned to look at him sent a shiver through him.

“How could you possibly be this blind, Lohk? I really thought you were smarter than this. I guess I’ve just given you too much credit over the years. I’d say figure it out on your own, but I don’t hold much hope of that happening. You’re on your own now, Mischief. I’m done…”

Done? What was that suppose to mean? The two of you had fights before, but you had never said you were done. This was bad.

Over the next few days, you weren’t at the morning briefings and never left your room. He tried stopping by your room several times, but Wanda and Natasha wouldn’t let him in to see you. Trying to talk things out with you seemed hopeless. The last thing you said to him was that you were done and you seemed to have your mind set on him no longer being a part of your life any longer.

Loki went on several missions without you and tried to adjust to not having you beside him. It always seemed to go faster and smoother when he was paired with you. He missed how the two of you never needed words. Working without you was a struggle, but the void you left in his life outside of work was massive and it swallowed him whole.

He returned home one night to find you sitting in the living room with a few others. You no longer had your ankle bandaged and the crutches weren’t in sight. He stood frozen in place as he watched you smile at something that was said. It felt like forever since he saw you smile, especially at him. For years, the two of you had spent nearly every waking moment together and in the blink of an eye you were a stranger to him all over again. Your eyes flicked up to him for the briefest of moments before continuing with the conversation. Respecting your wishes, he turned and walked away.

Loki stood in the kitchen and tried to make himself a sandwich like you always made but it just didn’t taste the same. He had been trying to replicate it, but it was useless. Everyone in the living room erupted in laughter, but one laugh in particular stood out.

It was her laugh…

Loki quickly turned to find the source of it. His Princess was in the room at that very moment. As his eyes scanned around the room, they landed on your face.

It was your laugh.

Everything began to click into place. Memories of that night on the balcony flooded him all at once and he saw it clearly now. Your voice. The way you said “Mischief” and said his name. Your eyes. Your vague answers. Feeling invisible and unseen. A shapeshifter and many people at the same time. You were his best friend. His partner. The person that knew how to make him laugh. The one he had shared everything with. The woman he loved…

Loki let the butter knife in his hand drop to the counter with a loud clank before running from the room. If you were out here, then you weren’t locked up in your bedroom anymore. He needed answers and he knew exactly where to find them…

#loki smut #loki fluff #loki laufeyson #loki angst #loki fanfic #loki fandom #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston angst #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #marvel #prince charming #friends to lovers

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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could i get either prompt 19 or 38 from the song prompts for tech please 👉👈 i’ve been in my tech feels lately lol

HI! tHANK YOU SM FOR THIS REQUEST!!! this is my first time writing tech so I hope this doesn't suck and it helps you with your tech feels hah 💕

More than a friend

Pairing: Tech x reader (no y/n)

Prompt: 38. When I kissed you I meant it. / I wanna be more than a friend. - Do it again by Pia Mia.

Warnings: nothing other than a shitty ending.

Word count: 1,2k (so much for shOrt, huh) not proofread.

You've been avoiding Tech.

Or maybe he was avoiding you? You couldn't tell. It was mutual avoidance (no, it wasn't, it was just you doing the escaping thing as soon as you saw him coming your way), because it's easier to run away from your feelings than to confront them, to confront him.

See, the thing was, that you kissed Tech, you didn't mean it, well, you did, but you didn't mean to go that way, you hoped he would kiss you back and have a happily ever after, you know, like in those movies Wrecker likes watching.

That had been around a month, just before he left for a mission, and now he was back and he wanted to talk to you but you didn't want to talk.

You felt ridiculous, and maybe you shouldn't, because shit happens, and it's not your fault he doesn't feel the same, nor his, but then again you don't want the whole "let's stay just friends" talk where he sends you to the friendzone jail and you're stuck there for Makers knows how long.

What you didn't mean, was to fall for Tech, with his cute goggles that made his eyes look big and reminded you of those bugs from the cartoons, and his smart talk, and even if he didn't really know how to explain things, he always tried his best for you to understand whatever you had asked him or whatever new prototype he was building.

He was just, so kind to you, always ready to help you fix and install things, like that time you broke your datapan or when you needed a new drawer and Tech spent two hours reading the manual –he read it twice, because he wanted to do it perfect, and manuals, as you see, are fundamental for proper construction, but in reality he just wanted to spend more time with you–.

And he was always so ready to learn, wanting to soak himself with information, and always willing to share it with you.

It happened without thinking, as he said goodbye to you, as he rambled about the place they were going and some animal he was hoping to see, hands moving around as he explained and you stopped hearing him for a moment, too focused as his eyes shone bright and his eyebrows moved as he spoke, and you took in every little detail of his face, landing on his lips as he waited for an answer, and it just happened.

You pushed yourself on your tiptoes and in a blink of an eye you were kissing him, it was a little peck, but the action was enough to leave him frozen in place, just standing there, motionless, his eyes searching for something in yours and–

Someone called his name. It was time to go.

And with flushed cheeks and avoiding his eyes you apologize.

"Sorry, I don't– I don't know why I did that." Your voice is small, quiet, unlike what he's usually used to hear, and he can see you wipping away a silent tear, but his heart is beating so fast and it's the only thing he can hear, your voice is muffled and so far away and he can't move.

And you kissed him.

Him. Tech.

"I should probably go too." You say, "be careful." And just like that you're gone, and he watches you leave, and he didn't tell you absolutely anything.

He'll be damned.

But he's back now, and he wants to talk to you, he still doesn't know what he wants to say, but he needs to see you. He had missed you, truly, and could only think on how soft you lips had felt, how sweet.

He corners you as you leave your room, calling out your name as you curse under your breath.

"Hey, you're back." You greet casually, as if you weren't aware that he had returned eight days ago and didn't see his attempts on talking to you.

You feel stupid, sure, but you'd like to think you still have some dignity.

"I have been meaning to talk to you for a while now," straight to the point and yet vague, if that's not the most Tech thing, you don't know what it'd be.

He pushes his goggles back to their place as he finds your eyes, his head still tilted down. You sigh, looking everywhere but him.

"Listen, if it's about the kiss, I don't–," you feel tears starting to form in your eyes and you don't mean for your next words to sound as shaky, "you can forget about that."

"Why? By all means, it wasn't the best kiss because–"

"Tech." You sternly warn, and his shoulders deflate just a little at your pained expression.

"What I'm trying to say, is that it wasn't good because I didn't kiss you back."

"Tech, what does that even mean?" You say a little more exasperated than you wanted to, but at the moment, you can't read between lines, not now, feeling emotionally drained and when all you want to do is cry.

"Did you mean it? Kissing me."

When you look up, you find his amber eyes already on you, searching for the answer himself in case he missed it somewhere.

"I–," you start, but it comes out like a breath, before continuing you clear your throat, "yeah."

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that. Now, if you could do it again, I promise I will respond as it is expected this time."

Alright, what?

He–

Okay.

You snort before stepping closer, that was the worst reassurance you have ever heard, but you take what it's given, much more if it's from Tech.

Your heart swells in your chest when he closes his eyes in anticipation, and smile to yourself because how cute he is, and you take a moment to see the way his eyelashes rest against his skin, the frown in his eyebrows made by his eyes squeezing shut, and he's standing like he's doing everything in his power to stay still, fisting his hands tight at each side and you wish you could take a picture.

"Okay," you whisper, breath fanning his chin and before he can nod, you place your lips on his for the second time.

He kisses you back as soon as he feels you, making you smile into the kiss and you have never felt more complete. It's sloppy, and charged with every emotion you couldn't talk about, filled with longing and need.

When you pull apart, Tech has his cheeks tainted in a sweet shade of pink, and you chuckle.

"I'm sorry I've been avoiding you," you sheepishly mumble, "I thought you were going to reject me."

"Reject you?" He echoes, truly confused, his hand twitching slightly as he thought about cupping your cheek, but decided against it, instead pushing back his goggles again even if they were placed correctly, "I been meaning to tell you I want to be more than friends for a while now, but it never seemed to be the proper time."

You smile, that dashing one that left him breathless, and it is you, the one that cups his cheek, and he melts under your touch.

"Me too." You murmur, and his eyes spark with an idea, a little smirk making its way to his lips and he kisses you once more.

"I suppose we could make up for lost time, then, find what we've been missing." He suggests, smiling shyly as you laugh before taking his hand and leading him back to your quarters.

#tech x reader #tech x you #the bad batch x reader #tbb tech #tech #the bad batch

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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The Empress Pt.VI

I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤

Warnings: light hint to sexual innuendo, Swearing

Its been about a couple of months now since we found Tommy. The palace was up in a baby craze due to the new little prince they inherited. Once we got past the first couple week's of tommy living with us, we saw his true nature. He was a nice and sweet kid, don't get me wrong. But oh, he was also a trouble maker.

Tommy would often bounce between hanging around Wilbur, Techno, Phil and even you. When you would be working at the forge Tommy would sometimes just slip in unannounced and make himself comfortable on a spare stack of metal. You'd only really notice him when he would ask you what something was, or what it did.

That was the new update as well. After returning Techno had requested that you practice making earrings. Saying that he wanted to see how dainty you could work. Of course you didn't mind, back at your village you would often make rings, pendants, and sometimes earrings for those who asked. So making him a earring was no fuss at all.

Techno did start to wonder around to the forge often. usually seeing what you were making or what you were in the process of. Sometimes he would even make off hand comments to make you laugh. Your favorite visit’s from him were always when he would bring tommy. The two would walk in, Tommy holding Techno’s finger as his hand was a little too big for the young boy to fully grasp.

Since you were a familiar face around the palace Techno had stopped wearing his Skull. Instead replacing it with his all to familiar golden reading glasses. You still stood by the ideal that you preferred him with no skull. Since he was, to you, very handsome. You did find out later that the skull he wore was for outsiders. He didn't feel the need to show his face to those who wouldn't be present very long in the empire. Choosing instead to leave them with the impression that he was a monster of a man, rather than a young prince with a heart of gold. When you say he had a heart of gold, you meant it.

Recently techno has really opened up around you, becoming more relaxed in your presence. Phil had mentioned that it would only be a matter of time before he did, and sure enough he was right. If you didn't have anything to do with the forge that day you would sometimes read within his office well he worked. He never made tones of disagreement, or ask that you leave, instead he would just watch you sit before offering a ‘Hello’. It had become something that you often looked forward too.

You and Wil were still thick as thieves. Techno would rag on Wil about how you two could sit and talk for hours, before declaring that you were bored with each other. Only for you two to part then reconcile in the library a hour later. Techno couldn't understand it, but in the end just accepted it for what it was.

You had just finished cleaning up the forge for the night when you herd some light pitter patter of feet. Tommy. You slowly turned to face him. He was in his night wear, obviously he had just gotten out of bed. he looked distraught however. “What’s up bud?” you asked, putting the tongs and the spare metal away. He slightly shifted in his spot, his little teddy bear behind him.

“I had a nightmare” he quietly mumbled. your eyes softened. Ever since you three found him he would have a recurring nightmare about ‘loosing my new family’ as tommy put it. Usually when he had this dream he would seek Techno, or you out for his comfort. Since you two were mostly together when he would look.

“Want me to read to you?” you asked, kneeling down to his level. His bright blue eyes dancing about. He gave a little nod. he put his arms out for you to carry him. you shyly smiled at him.

“buddy I'm a bit dirty...” You said softly, unsure if he was ok with getting dirty right before bed. He only shook his head and said ‘I don't mind’ as a response. So you gently took him into your arms as you stood. He didn't hesitate to curl into your neck. you glanced back at the room that held the forge, you mentally shrugged figuring the rest could wait until tomorrow. With Tommy in your arms you wondered out, heading for his room. On the way there Techno crossed path’s with you.

“Oh (y/n)” he said as he looked from you to tommy. he furrowed his brows, asking what was wrong without physically saying it. You mouthed out that it was a nightmare, Techno slowly nodded understanding. He rested is hand on tommy’s head giving a reassuring rub to it. “Not havin’ such a good night big man?” he asked gently. Tommy turned his head to look at Techno, slowly shaking his head. Techno pondered a moment as he watched tommy. slowly he gained a idea. “You wanna hear somthin’ cool?” he said with a small smile. tommy nodded in response, gripping to your shirt.

“Can (y/n) come?” Tommy asked quietly, watching Techno's kind eyes. Techno patted Tommy’s head before he nodded.

“Yeah I mean, I guess she can come. Only if you deem her cool enough that is” Techno mused, glancing to your eyes. you raised a brow in question, watching Techno bite back a playful smile. Tommy nodded again. “You think she’s cool enough?” Techno asked Tommy, having him confirm his nod. “Yeah I think she’s cool enough too” He said, ruffling your hair before he walked off. queuing you to fallow him. You smiled and fixed your hair before fallowing him. Instead of leading you towards Tommy’s room, he lead you two to the Library. “Go sit on the couch over there” Techno said, pointing to the sofa closest to the fire. You nodded and wondered over, curious of what Techno had planned.

when you sat, you adjusted tommy so he sat in your lap. he pulled his bear close to his chest, hugging it tightly well the two of you waited for Techno. Luckily he didn't take long. When he returned, he had a Violin in hand. He was casually tuning it well he walked. You tiled your head curiously at him. “I didn't know you played” you said to him. He sent a bemused smile to you. taking a relaxed stance.

“Trust me Princess... There's a lot you don't know about me” He waisted no time on starting a soft tune. Well Tommy eased into you, slowly becoming entranced with the peaceful notes, you became more interested in how he swayed to the light swing of his arms. His hands ever so delate as he held the bow, dancing it along the strings. working the instrument to cry out a melody ever so sweet. His face was that of concentration, focused on finding the proper notes to lull his younger sibling to sleep. This was just another reason why you found Technoblade so interesting. He could talk politics and war strategies so easily, sounding like a primed veteran well past his years. But then he could retire to the library and look like a young boy falling in love with the craft he just found.

Well Techno played away, his eyes fell to you. Tommy had fallen asleep in your arms, finding security within them. His teddy bear tightly locked within his own arms. When he glanced up to you he almost had the breath knocked from his lungs. You sat so beautifully. Your eyes were ever so soft well watching him. You looked at him like he was the most important thing you had ever seen. Your face held a little bit of dirt, and ash from the hard work you did for the day, but he didn't mind. He actually preferred it. Too many times had the Court tried to set him up with a prim, and proper woman. One that was elegant, clean, pure, dainty. But He didn't want that. He wanted strong, hands calloused, smudged makeup, sweat dripping, imperfect, but yet somehow at the same time, perfect. He wanted flaw. He wasn't perfect, he had scars, he wasn't the most handsome boy, he was often classified as too bulky, and too tall. He also couldn't be held back with someone who wanted him, to pamper and please. He wanted someone who would treat him as a equal, who praised his knowledge on war instead of shunning it. Someone who embraced the flaws of the world, and turned them into works of art. His eyes wondered back over you, you had moved your head down to check on tommy. Your fingers delicately tracing over Tommy's cheek. Brushing the curls from his face.

You looked back up to techno as he came to a stop. “That was beautiful... Why didn't you tell me you played?” you asked softly. Being mindful of the toddler asleep in your arms. Techno slowly lowered the Violin to the couch.

“I didn't think it was that important to bring up” He said, returning the soft tone. Well he sat the instrument down his eyes met yours. You couldn't help but feel drawn to his eyes, they looked like beautiful glass, the fire’s reflection dancing within, making his eyes dance lively. “If you would like to talk more we should take him to bed first” he said, his eyes flickering to Tommy. You nodded slowly.

“Right, of course.”

After Techno and you had put Tommy to bed it was well into the night. Most of the servants and palace guards had retired to their beds, making way for the changing of the guards. Techno and you weren't really feeling the effects of sleep yet. Rather the two of you wanted to stay within each others company longer. Techno had walked you you to the garden, having snatched two blankets from the library before wondering out into the cold. Techno, having no where to be ended up taking his hair out from his braid. replacing it with a lower pony tail, giving his hair a moment of freedom from it’s confinement.

The garden was beautiful. They couldn't grow flowers of course, but there were elegant sculptures that replaced them. in the middle of the whole garden was a artesian well fountain. although long frozen when the two of you passed by you could hear the water running within the ice. It was peaceful to walk with Techno. It was rare when the two of you would make late night walks. Usually you would take them during the day, or after dinner. But nothing past 10 o’clock mostly.

“So what’s something else I should know about you?” You inquired to him. He smiled to himself before turning to you.

“Are you really going to start school yard type questions with me?” He teased. You smiled and lightly laughed. He was smiling at you, admiring how you looked when you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I guess I am. You going to answer them?” You couldn't help but tease back. He chuckled and hummed.

“Mmn. Maybe” he said bemused.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked, now aiming for the most basic questions just to make him laugh in turn. He leaned onto the railing that over looked the kingdom, pondering a moment.

“Red’s a nice color, Or Plum Purple” He said looking at you. Taking a moment to ask you a question in turn. “Besides the forge what do you like to do?” You sat and thought a moment.

“I like to read, Action and Romance are a lot of fun” you mused, earning a laugh from him.

“Romance eh? Waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet? Lamee” he said jokingly. You laughed and took a swat at his chest.

“Oh hush up, I bet you’d like someone to sweep you off your feet Techno” You said, your eyes scanning the horizon. He sat and thought on your words a moment.

“Eh not particularly. Only lame nerds think of that” He said, turning, heading back for the garden door’s. you scoffed and laughed a bit.

“Jerk” you said between laughs. You were going to fallow, but then you had a wicked idea. You scooped up some snow in your hand and bit your lip trying to muffle your laugh. once you had a decent snowball you threw it at him. Bullseye. You had nailed him in the back of the head. He went still, You were a giggling mess now.

“Oh, your in for it now Princess” He said, smirking has he turned. Running after you, his blanket long discarded as he ran to grab you. You squealed out laughing, running from him, discarding your blanket too. You didn't get far before he hooked his arm around your torso, pulling you into his chest well you flapped about like a fish. “Your gonna’ be pullin’ snow out of your shirt for a week when I'm done with ya’!” he said Laughing. Picking snow up before putting it on your head. Some of it even went down your shirt. You flopped about, laughing the whole time until he dropped you into the snow bank. He laughed at you and how you were practically buried within the snow. This only fueled your fire. you threw two more snowball’s the first one missed, but the second one he grabbed out of mid air. You tried to free yourself from the snow bank before he came over to you, but it was no use. he climbed into the bank and shoved the snow down the back of your shirt. But this time you caught him off guard. You grabbed his arm and pulled. setting him off balance so he fell into the snow. Now it was your turn to laugh. tossing more snow onto him. It didn't take him long to recover of course, he simply rolled and grabbed your arms. Pinning them down to the snow. His body hovered over yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His face was that of pure joy, the long stoic look gone. he was at his happiest with you right now. He looked down at you, smiles adorning both of your faces. You two were happy. Happy with the moment, you just wanted it to last as long as it could. Well you two looked into each other’s eyes everything else lost meaning.

Without you two realizing, Phil watched above from one of the windows. He was smiling fondly at the little snowball war you just had. whether Techno had realized it yet or not, Phil did. Techno cared for you. Phil saw how he looked at you. During dinners, Lunches, casual talks, or even when the two of you hung out together. Techno looked at you with pure love and adoration. Phil knew if anyone was capable of wining Techno’s love it was going to be you. You were a hard worker, You cared for Techno’s brothers, got along well with all the servants, were mindful and respective of Techno's space, you also had enough spunk to rise up and toss back the teasing he threw. Phil knew this was the beginning of a love story.

After your snowball fight with techno the two of you did end up going back inside rather quickly. Well Techno may have not been cold, you were definitely cold after all that. You could feel the snow melting on your back, the drops of water running down your skin. But that didn't stop Techno from walking beside you. The two of you walked side by side, your arms around each other to share the warmth. The lingering giggles were etched onto your faces in wide smiles.

“I didn't hurt you at all, right?” Techno asked, double checking incase he was too rough. You shook your head smiling. Drawing your side of the blanket- that was wrapped around you both- closer to preserve the upcoming heat.

“Nah, I coulda’ have taken ya’ if you had stayed above me more” Techno laughed fondly. Amused with your spurt of spunk.

“Oh really now? You think you could take me?” This was now your turn to giggle. purposefully running into his side, shoving him lightly.

“Mmn.. I think I could have found a way” You said looking up towards your room. You had offered to walk techno to his room, but he declined. He said he would feel better if ‘The lady was at her room safely’. You didn't mind, you figured next time you would walk him to his room in turn to make it even, maybe fire back with ‘I must make sure the young prince is safe’.

He chuckled bemused. “If you really have that much spunk maybe I should teach you sword play, or maybe something more military related. you tilted your head up to him curiously.

“You would teach me something?” You asked, semi surprised, but also heart warmed that he would take time aside for you.

“Of course, Princess. I’ll teach you anything you want” He looked down to you as he spoke. He was smiling gently. His tone was fond as he addressed you. “Now don't think I’ll go easy on you though”

“Oh, I didn't think you would” You said, resting your hand on the door handle, opening it. “Would you wanna come in and warm up a bit?” You inquired, looking up to him. He went a faint pink before biting back a shit eating grin.

“Princess... Young men shouldn't be within young ladies chambers during such late hours... Unless, your trying to bed me?” He leaned on your door way. Biting back the largest grin. “Are you trying to bed me, Princess? I knew you had gotten some spunk but I never thought-” You laughed as he teased, going a bit red. trying to wave it off.

“No- No, you know what I mean-” He laughed and cut you off.

“Oh no, I know exactly what you mean” You smiled leaning on your door, looking up at him.

“Are you done?” You asked giggling. He hummed, his face towards yours as he shifted a little closer.

“Maybe” He said amused. “Go get some sleep, and warm up. I'm going to teach you sword play tomorrow” Your eyes lit up. Taking in a small gasp of excitement.

“Are you really?” You asked almost unsure that he was still teasing.

“I mean, Only if that interests you...” He said, his eyes lingering yours. You nodded fast and hugged him without much thought. Techno couldn't help the blood that ran to his face. He lightly cleared his throat as he rested his arms on you. A bit hesitant at first, but he slowly relaxed into your hold. Now understanding why Tommy liked to hug you a lot.

“Thank you...” You mumbled into his chest.

You swore if techno knocked you off your feet one more time you were going to find a way to shove his pretty head in the snow.

Techno was a monster- in the sense of strength. You thought when fighting him, it would be a mutual teaching before he actually started going ham on you. But no, he literary just started striking with no hesitation. Only when he had your swords in a lock did you voice your lag.

"Tech, please can we ease up?" You pleadded. He only watched you briefly. His inner General having come out a while ago.

"Your strong. You can take it" he said sharply. Earning a whine from you. You weren't strong. You didn't do this on a daily. You only made the swords. But he was pushing you. Pushing your strength, and your nerves for one.

"Techno I'm not strong, I- I've never done this-" he grabbed your sword and threw it away from you. Putting his own away. He grabbed your arm and pulled it to him. Pushing your sleeves up.

"Flex your arm." He commanded. You hesitated, looking up at him. "Don't look at me like that. I said flex your arm" you slowly did as he said. Drawing your fist, and flexing your arm. He grabbed your bicep and squeezed a bit. "Notice how hard it is?" You nodded slowly. A slight sting from where he squeezed. "That's pure muscle. You are stronger than you realize. If you convince yourself that you are weak or that you cannot do this, then that's what will become of you" he paused his eyes flashing to yours. "I understand that you are no warrior, but you have strength. As soon as you stop telling yourself that you are weak, you will make progress." He pulled your sleeve down, fixing it for you. "Rome wasn't built over night, Princess. It took time, planning, care, and had to show promise. When I look at you, I see great promise."

When he released your arm you walked over to pick your sword up. Techno readying his stance again. However, before you could break into another spar Phil had wondered out.

"Ay' Techno you have a letter on your desk. You may want to read it" Phil said with a bit of concern. Techno dropped his stance his brow furrowing. He gave a 'Heh?' In confusion. He glanced to you and to Phil.

“Can it wait a bit? I'm in the middle of teaching” Phil shook his head slowly. Techno paused as he thought a bit. "If I go, could you teach (y/n) a bit more? She feel's I'm too strong for her." He mused. His military side slowly fading away for his more domestic side.

"I suppose so." Phil said with a gentle smile. Techno gathered his things and ruffled your hair before leaving. Phil turned his attention towards you. "What has he showed you?" Phil inquired, walking over to you.

"Nothing besides showing me the ground.. seriously my back hurts.." you whined. Phil chuckled lightly at you.

"I should have known. Here I'll teach you some basic's" Before long Phil had you doing simple moves and stances. Things he felt would be easy for you to ace. After a while you got a bit curious.

"Why does techno think I can pick this up so easy? He fights so hard" You questioned. Looking over to Phil. He hummed a moment well he pondered.

"I uh, think that he just wants you to be able to defend yourself. He knows your strong, and besides. He thinks pretty highly of you, y'know'" you went a bit wide eyed. Techno thinks highly of you?

You looked to Phil with a bit of shock on your face. "He does?" He nodded, Smiling gently. Phil gently took the sword from your hands and hung it on the wall with the others.

Since you within the training hall, there was a plethora of weapons and armor of all kinds. The room was large, made for incasing many people. But the detail never faltered. The floor was of stone, pillars lining the outside to support a second floor. The ceiling was framed with gold, dark oak and a smooth white to open the room up more. It was a good place to spar and just ramble off thoughts.

"Oh, of course. He's said it multiple times to me. That's why he was fine with you coming with us to the mansion. Don't think that he hasn't been paying attention to you on the daily." Phil said looking up to you.

"He watches me?" You furrowed your brow slightly. Phil saw and continued.

"Not in the creepy way. He just takes notes of things you do, say you like, ect. He knows your kind with tommy, that you are very organized with your work. Your very detail oriented. He's become quite smitten with you" Phil chuckled. Finding it all amusing.

You were taken aback by this. You thought you two had a good friendship, but it looks like he's paid a lot of attention to you after all. It started to dawn on you. 'I don't really know much about him' you thought to yourself. Sure you knew his mom passed, his favorite color. But you never really dove into his personal life much beyond that. Maybe it was time you got to know him more. "If I wanted to know more about him... could I ask him?" You asked, looking up at Phil. He patted your head and started walking with you towards the hall.

"Of course. Something tells me he wouldn't turn you away." Phil said, biting a smile back. He remembered you two last night playing within the snow. He knew Techno would never turn you away, he was in love with you, even if techno wasn't aware of it.

After dinner you wondered towards Techno's office. You wanted to talk to him, get to know him better. You know he was powerful and kind, but you wanted to know more. What was his ambitions? His hopes, fears. You just wanted more.

When you walked up to the doors you carefully knocked, hearing talking within. When you herd the 'come in' you pushed the doors open. Techno was sat in his chair per usual, he had his reading glasses on with papers on his desk. When you entered he complied them together neatly. Setting them aside for later. However there was also a rather tall woman. she was beautiful, dripping with total control. Her hand was rested on her sword. When she turned to face you. You saw Her face, It was hard but something told you their was more too her. Her skin looked like it was kissed by the sun himself. She looked like she wasn't from here, but the way she dressed herself in armor told you elsewise.

"Hello (y/n)" techno said. The woman glanced to Techno and back to you. She offered a kind smile. "This is General Hawthorne, she's my leading General of the Empires army. I don't believe you two have met before" He said formally. Not having the tone he normally used with you.

She offered her hand. "Its nice to finally meet you (y/n). His Imperial Majesty said we would have a new Blacksmith. But I never expected someone as young as you" Her smile was warm. When you took her hand to shake it you were shocked with the grip she had. Under her glove you could feel some rings digging into your hand. "Don't worry about addressing me as Hawthorne. Seraphina is fine, or Sarah" you nodded smiling to return hers. Wanting her to drop your hand, her grip a tad to much.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, too" you said looking up to her. She turned back to Techno, taking a scroll from his desk.

"I'll see you there then sire" Sarah said, smiling before she walked out. You watched her go, your eyes lingering on the door as you thought. Turning back to Techno.

Techno took his reading glasses off and set them aside on his desk. Leaning back in his chair. When he looked up at you his eyes softened, his tone also becoming casual. "What do you think about weddings?".

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