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meerlichts · 27 days
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A Stranger On Coruscant
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"I'm not going back," Fox hisses.
"Sweetheart, you don't really have much of a choice in the matter," Quinlan says. "Your mind has been messed with. You quite literally need to talk to us."
"I don't think my mind has been messed with," Fox says. After a moment he adds: "Why aren't they taking Thire?"
"Thire told us everything he knew already. You're the only one staying loyal to the old fuck."
"The Chancellor is a good man," Fox says. "You wouldn't understand."
Quinlan raises an eyebrow.
Or: Quinlan Vos discovers that the Chancellor may be affiliated with the Separatists. This doesn't make anything better for Fox.
Note: this fic IS entirely written and I’ll post one chapter a week, starting with the first real chapter March 30th, then every Saturday after that!
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meerlichtz · 2 years
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Drowning Lessons
Chapter one
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Duck watches Red clean the dishes and his heart clenches.
He’s filled the sink up to the brim. Absentmindedly, he grabs another plate, pushes it down and gets to scrubbing. Water spills over. Red pretends not notice, or perhaps he really doesn’t.
Duck is afraid that this is exactly what love is going to do to him.
Or: Duck, Red guy and Yellow guy escape the loop. This makes nothing easier.
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A Special Request
Told by Elisabet Sobeck
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My life is flashing before my eyes, I can’t think straight, my heart is pounding, my body is shaking, I can’t breathe steady as I get off my goodbye to my Zero Dawn allies call. This…this was it….the world was about to end…I…I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Gaia has everything thing ready to repair the biosphere. As I wait in my childhood home I think of everything….my mother, Tilda, Ted, everyone who was on board with project Zero Dawn….and Gaia…probably one of the things I’m most proud of and thankful that she learned to feel.
I sit still thinking about her all while looking at my old family photos of me and my mom on the farm together….suddenly I hear echoes in my mind. “You often tell stories of your mother…but you are childless.” Gaias voice echoed. “I never had time…guess it was.. for the best” I replied. I don’t know what got into me but I started crying, I really wish it didn’t have to come to the apocalypse for me to get upset about never having my own offspring. I found my self repeating what I told Gaia.
“I guess I would’ve wanted…her…to be..curious. And willful…unstoppable even…but with enough compassion to…..heal the world…just a little bit.”
I shed many tears after saying that, thinking of what my little baby girl would’ve been like, what it would’ve been like to hold her…to take care of her…to be there for her when she needed me. I sat in silence for a while, then a thought hit me, I immediately called Gaia and was about to ask her something I never thought I’d ask.
“Greetings Elisabet. Are you all right? Everything is set in place for your plan..” Gaia spoke, I replied that I was fine and I have a massive favor to ask her, this might be a lot to ask but I have a special request.
“Oh! And what might that be?” Gaia hummed gently.
I took a deep breath and spoke.
“I want you…to give birth to my daughter using the Eleuthia 9 cradle that will rebirth the human race….I know it sounds crazy but…I never had time to embrace motherhood as I wanted to years ago…I…I just want to give my daughter whoever she may be in the future a life and a chance… and if she finds this message…I want to tell her: I love you…and I am your mother.”
Gaia gently smiled and agreed, she already had my DNA sampled and she told me that she was already planning and recreating her creator in some way, and I told her that I want her to be her own person not just a complete redo of me…she is her own person and will make her own choices, I know I unfortunately won’t be there to guide you little girl…but Gaia will once you find her, and when you do I hope you find this message as well….
I thanked Gaia and fell asleep…for the last time ever probably…
I love you little girl, and I can’t wait for you to see the world when you are born.
Dr. E. Sobeck’s suit: initiating cryogenic sleep….
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greybackpack · 8 months
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Me, playing Horizon Forbidden West, and getting to THAT part of the main quest:
Me, glaring at the pages of my fic: no
LISTEN I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THE GEMINI QUEST LIKE SO MANY AND ALSO HELLO, BETA I HAVE FAMILY FOR YOU AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ALSO TILDA???? HELLO??? SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!! Do I like her? No, no not really. She pretty much groomed Beta into being Lis and then abandoned her when she didn’t turn out like Lis and that’s just fifteen levels of wrong. BUT do I respect her astonishing levels of chaotic lesbian energy and her willingness to ditch the group that gave her immortality (tbh they’re not like the best group to be a part of too) etc because she wanted to spend the rest of her immortal life with clones of her dead lover? Yeah, yeah I do.
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artekai · 7 months
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wykart · 2 years
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Sticks and Stones Against the Lightning
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mxnf · 10 months
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My Horizon head cannon: One night Tilda stays at Lis’ place only to notice the bottle of 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash in her bathroom. Tilda is stupefied by this discovery and simply cannot cope with the idea of it. Tilda then spends hundreds and ✨H U N D R E D S✨ of dollars buying Lis all of the expensive toiletries in which she wholeheartedly believes the woman should not be living without and has a large parcel sent to Lis’ home.
And this is the sole reason why Lis breaks up with her.
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royalbelial · 7 months
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It was a long night for Jack Perry in which he spent most of the time looking down at the man beside him. He had not even a clue how it happened. They kind of stumbled into it and that was what made Jack afraid. Whatever it was that blossomed between him and Darby, it did not happen on an even playing field. What Darby wanted was not what Jack hoped for. And he hoped for so much. Perhaps too much for Darby. This was not a love story, no matter how raw and powerful it felt. Love stories where not for him.
The best thing would be if Jack left. Darby seemed to sleep just fine. So, why should he stay, hoping for something that would never happen? Would it upset Darby?
Du bist nicht wie ich Doch das ändert nicht, dass du bei mir bist Und ich zuseh' wie du schläfst Du bist noch längst nicht wach Ich war's die ganze Nacht und hab' mich still gefragt Was du tust, wenn ich jetzt geh'
(You're not like me
but that does not change, that you're with me
and I watch you sleeping
you won't be awake for a long time
while I was awake the whole night, silently asking myself
what you would do if I leave now)
Regen und Meer – Juli
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daughterofhecata · 1 year
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Dinge, die ich an Fanfiction-Schreiben hasse: Ich habe in den letzten 24 Stunden so faszinierende Dinge googeln müssen wie die Zubereitung von Hummer, mögliche Farben von Honig und den Sternenhimmel über Kalifornien.
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meerlichts · 2 years
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For the hurt/comfort prompt, would you do 5."C'mere, let me hold you-" with Fox and Wolffe, or Fox and any of his sibling ? Only if you feel like it of course
I really enjoy your writing and your characterization of all the clone troopers, thank you for sharing it
(Content warning for alcohol mention plus a character being drunk.)
Fox stands in the doorway, swaying from side to side just the slightest, hands holding onto the wall on each side. He’s still wearing his full armor and Wolffe can smell the alcohol from where he’s standing.
“Hey, Fox,” he says casually. His fingers tap onto the cup he’s holding. “Can I help you?”
Fox stands straighter. Or, at least, tries to. “Didn’t know you’d be planet-side,” he says, and yeah, definitely drunk. Wolffe wonders if here’s here to pick a fight.
“Fox,” he says. “Listen. I don’t know how you got into this ship in your state, but I’m sure your vode miss you. They’re probably looking for you all over the place.”
He stands and moves to put away the cup of caf he’d emptied. When he looks back at the door, Fox is still standing there.
“Well, do you want something?” Wolffe asks.
“I,” Fox says. His voice breaks. “I wanted to see you.”
Wolffe sighs. “You’ve seen me now. Go to bed, Fox. You’re drunk as shit.”
Fox still isn’t moving. Wolffe turns back to his cup, makes a mental note to go get more caf from Sinker, later. He only turns his head when there’s a sudden sound that almost sounds like a suppressed sob.
Fox’s helmet is off. It’s hanging by his side as he’s wiping his face with his other hand, and—
“Are you crying?” Wolffe asks.
Fox flinches. His face twists. “M’sorry,” he blurts. “I don’t want to cry. You’re right. I’m drunk.” He hiccups, and the helmet drops to the floor. Fox leans down to grab it and topples over, coming up on the floor with a quiet oof.
“Fuck, Fox,” Wolffe says, forgetting about the caf and getting on his knees beside Fox. The door glides shut behind them. Fox groans.
“Are you going to puke?” Wolffe asks. “D’you need a bucket?”
“I—I feel dizzy.”
“Maker, how much moonshine did you have,” Wolffe mutters, taking Fox’s helmet and pushing it into his brother’s hands. “Put that back on. I’m bringing you back to your barracks.”
“I jus’ thought it’d make me feel less bad.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s not a good coping mechanism. You should know better.”
Fox swallows. He’s not looking at Wolffe but he hasn’t stopped crying. Tears glide down his cheeks.
Wolffe sighs. “Why are you crying, Fox?” he asks, almost helplessly.
Fox eyes glide over him, and then he shrugs, swallowing again. “I jus’ miss you. I know y’don’t love me anymore, but I still miss you,” he says.
Wolffe pauses and blinks. “What?” he asks.
Fox looks at him. “It’s okay,” he says, as if to comfort him. “I wouldn’t love me either. Jus’ hurts. Even though it’s my fault. And it’s also kinda—it’s not. But I didn’t wan’ you t’worry. Or do somethin’ stupid. But I miss you.”
He hiccups, and suddenly something in his eyes turns desperate. “I jus’ want out of ‘ere. Wolffe, I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s never enough. I’m not enough. Can you get us out? You’re—you do rescue missions. This one’s a lot bigger. But still the same thing, right?”
“Fox, what the fuck are you talking about,” Wolffe says.
“It’s not safe here. We’re not safe.”
“Coruscant is the safest place for you to be. It’s—“
“No,” Fox sobs, and Wolffe stops in his tracks, because he’s never heard Fox sob like that before. Something in his chest twists. “It’s not, Wolffe. We’re dying. I’m dying. And, and, the fucking Senators… And I can’t protect my family, even though I try. I’m just so tired, Wolffe. Please get us out.”
“You’re dying?” Wolffe asks. Fox doesn’t seem to hear him. He shakes his head, shrinking away.
“I’m sorry, Wolffe,” he whispers. “I’m asking for too much. I know I am. I just wish we had someone like—General Koon. I wish I could fucking do something. But I can’t. Wolffe, do you understand? I can’t do anything. I just can’t do anything.”
Fox is sobbing in earnest, now, babbling incoherently. Wolffe tries to process any of his words and fails miserably, hands hovering above his knees and fighting the urge to reach out. He hangs onto the part of Fox’s drunken ramblings that’s the most unbelievable.
“You think I don’t love you?”
Fox blinks at him through his tears, breathing heavily, and stops talking. He looks utterly confused.
“I know you don’t,” he mumbles.
And Wolffe wants to cry now, too. He stares at Fox face as he feels his body crumble into itself, feels his shoulders slump and his head sink. “Fox,” Wolffe whispers. “Of course I love you. You’re my batchmate.”
“But you’re always angry with me.”
Wolffe opens his mouth and closes it again, and Fox looks at him, with glassy eyes and wet cheeks, and Wolffe finds that there’s nothing he can say. His gut twists.
“Wolffe?” Fox asks.
“Fuck,” Wolffe says, and opens his arms. Fox blinks, frowning.
“Just—C’mere, Fox. Let me hold you, please,” Wolffe says because he doesn’t know what else to do, ignoring the way his cheek feels wet. Fox definitely notices. His face twists again.
When he finally falls forward he crumbles into Wolffe’s arms with a choked sob. Wolffe slings himself around him, holding tightly, and Fox buries his face in the nape of Wolffe’s neck as Wolffe rests his head on Fox’s shoulder, inhaling sharply.
“I’ve got’cha,” Wolffe mutters, stroking his fingers through Fox’s curls. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Slowly, the tension seeps out of Fox, until he’s lying in Wolffe’s arms, slumped over, apparently drained of all strength. His breathing slows.
Wolffe makes a decision.
“You’re staying with me tonight,” he says, and, fuck, yeah, he’s crying. His voice wavers. Fox continues crying softly, and though Wolffe isn’t sure if he can hear him, he keeps talking. “You’re going to stay with me, and in the morning we’ll talk, and I’ll do everything I can to help you. That sound okay?”
Fox nods. Wolffe feels it more than he sees it.
Only a few minutes later Fox falls asleep like that, still hugging Wolffe. Wolffe hadn’t thought he’d be this exhausted, but then again, apparently there’s a lot of things he didn’t know.
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meerlichtz · 7 months
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Drowning lessons
Chapter 4
Summary:
Red guy left. Duck tries to deal with this.
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I do miss her…A Lot.
Told by Tilda Van Der Meer
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I was sitting outside my room thinking…thinking about my greatest regret, leaving Lis behind. Seeing little Beta has almost done nothing but put a hole in my heart, sure I love her and want her to have what she needs and I promised to take care of her for you Lis…but whenever I see her all I get is a reflection of my past mistakes. I promise I’ll try to do better and get a grip. For myself and for little Beta.
I sit there, lost in my thoughts until I hear a sweet little voice asking a question. “Mama?” It said, I look around the corner and I see little Beta sitting on the ground looking at a hologram of you. “Are you my mama?” Beta asked. I sighed and slowly walked into the room as to not scare the little girl, “Beta where did you find this?” I asked her in a whispering tone. “I found it in my training interface…she looks like me..is she my mother?” Beta asked again. “She…is your mother…kind of, it’s hard to explain” I told her tearing up. “Do you miss her?” Beta asked curiously, “I do miss her…a lot” I replied. Tearing up a little bit.
I decided to sit down with Beta and not long after she was in my arms she fell asleep, “it’s just like when she was a baby” I said to myself, she always fell asleep whenever she was in my arms, she wouldn’t cry unless I held her, except that one time she was hungry and wanted to be fed. But other than that, Beta was comfortable around me…it’s like she knew I was in your presence Lis, and now she thinks that you are her birth mother. I don’t know what to tell her, I guess the older she gets the more she’ll learn, I just hope she doesn’t take you being gone way to hard. As always I miss you Lis and I promise to do my best for Beta, She’s definitely your little girl.
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"The world is collapsing around us and you want me to go dancing?"
With a small grin emerging, Tilda left her wine behind on the small patio table and meandered to the stoic woman, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her slacks. "This world is always a mess. Let it be."
"Tilda, I can't. I'm headed back to Zero Dawn in the morning."
Tilda's arms wrapped around Elisabet's waist and Elisabet quieted as Tilda kissed her neck. "Always work."
"...for a reason."
Elisabet felt stiffer than usual, but that didn’t keep Tilda from hugging her close.
"Biophysicist turned Doomsayer. What's gotten into you?" Tilda kissed her a second time and let go, mindful to give the scientist her space. "When we met, your lecture that day was all about hope for a brighter future."
Their gazes met and Tilda smiled even if the woman didn't return it.
"You convinced me." Tilda approached taking Elisabet's face into her hands, and Elisabet looked right through her with a troubled gaze. There was something she knew but hesitated to say; a deep conflict brimming in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Ted Faro just destroyed that dream." Elisabet looked down. "I have less than two years to fix it, and I don't know if I can."
"What are you talking about? What happens in two years?"
Elisabet sighed but said nothing.
"Lis." Tilda pushed.
"If the Odyssey project is promising...you should go." Elisabet stepped out of Tilda's grasp and started into the house.
"...and you'll be with me, right?"
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yoursaltytears · 1 year
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Been thinking about this Tilda & Elisabet prompt.
Tilda is a gifted programmer, so she probably has an internet presence where she shows off her work. She could create some cool program and present it to Elisabet. Like something that could help with her research. That could be a great way to impress her, and show off her coding. Maybe she could even code it to only unlock for her, to give her the feeling that she is special to Tilda or something.
Elisabet' s reaction to be kind of vague. Like she doesn't really show she is into her yet, but she might show some traits that show her feelings, like giving her special treatment, or going out of her way to speak with her even if its nothing important etc. And make Tilda get kind of worried if Elisabets feelings are mutual etc, just to make it even more compelling to see if she wins her over with her effort!
Tilda told Elisabet her past how tragic it was, Tilda being an orphan. Elisabet who also felt the same way losing her mother. They connected.
Elisabets feelings to be pushed to the front, as she connects with Tilda on a human emotional level. Maybe Tilda could even mention something like "we were both alone and left behind, but what if you could not be alone anymore?"
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wykart · 8 months
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I've uploaded the first 2 chapters of the updated version of Against the Lightning here:
Decided to leave the old version up as it is. For an idea of how I managed to cut like 60k words out of the original 18 chapters, the first 2 chapters here cover chapters 1-5 of the old fic ://
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conscious-naivete · 6 months
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girl who pronounces mirror with one syllable tries to use it as a verb
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