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loveafterthefact · 4 years

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Love After the Fact Chapter 23: Duct and Cover

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Pidge adjusted their eyeware, inspecting the Balmeran crystals Hunk had brought them. “Yes, these should do. Thank you.”

“Of course. Shay was happy for an excuse to call her brother.”

“The brother who hates you?”

“That’s the one.”

“Mnh. I’ll never understand that man. Oh! How is Shay? She's pretty far along now, right?”

“She’s due in a few phoebs. And she’s well, thanks for asking. Chasing after Rosetta is becoming difficult. I might see if Lance wants to borrow her. Get his baby fix.”

“You people. Squirting your DNA at each other. So uncivilized. So underevolved.”

“Whatever you say, Pidge.”

“Keith agrees with me.”

“For now… So what are you gonna do with the crystals?”

Pidge rummages around their workroom, digging for their toolkit. “Well, I stumbled across some old research of Alfor’s. Before Lance was born, he’d been looking into whether Balmeran crystals are biocompatible. Things that are compatible for some other species, like coral or ceramic, are not compatible with Alteans, limiting the use of more advanced prosthetics and cosmetic modifications. Alfor suggested that due to its unique ability to absorb, store, and distribute quintessence, Balmeran crystal might be biocompatible.

“But after Lance was born, he just kind of… discarded it.”

“That’s brilliant, Pidge. Have you contacted Ryner back on Olkarion?”

“Yes. She’s fascinated by the idea. As am I.” Pidge finally found their toolkit under a pile of digital blueprints of a Galran barrow. “It’ll be tricky. There are so many variables. I’ve also requested samples from Balmera T-672 and B-43 for comparison.”

Hunk carefully clears a space at Pidge’s worktable so they can lay out the crystal samples. “It’s okay, right? To hand off Rosetta to Keith and Lance? I mean, it won’t make Keith uncomfortable or anything?”

“Pfft. No. He threw someone across the training room the other day because they asked why they should take orders from a ‘stunted little freak’. Apparently they forgot exactly who they were talking to. If you came onto him he might be uncomfortable, but other than that, I think you’ll be fine.”

“So what are we doing exactly?” Hunk asked, passing a small toolkit and a camera to Pidge. They climb up into the ducts, arranging supplies.

“I am sneaking into Alfor’s lab to eavesdrop. You are going to be my backup. I’d let you be my full partner in this, but if you get fired, your family will starve. If I get fired, I live here in the ducts and make Alfor’s life hell.”

“You say as you make me your accessory in this crime. Also, I thought you had a feed in there.”

“Eh, Lance’ll come through for you. I have faith. I did, but it’s gone now. Like, the entire unit has been removed and destroyed. He probably suspects it’s me, but I used a generic device just in case.”

“I suppose… Why specifically are you sneaking into Alfor’s lab?” Hunk passes up a coil of rope. They have more advanced toys, of course, but sometimes Pidge likes to go back to the basics.

“Because. Lance says that there’s a rumor going around that there’s still unrest between Altea and Daibazaal. He’s got his cronies, that is you, me, Adam, and Lanval, running around trying to find the truth in it. Alfor spends almost all of his time in there, but he’s in the training yard right now, so it might be our chance.”

“But…” Hunk twiddles his thumbs. “It’s just court gossip, right? Totally nothing.”

Pidge presses their long, long fingers to their forehead. “Hunk, gossip is never ‘just’ gossip. Like legends, there’s always some truth to it. Comms check.”

“Comms check,” Hunk repeats, adjusting the mic dangling from his earpiece as Pidge’s voice chimes.

“Comms are go.” Pidge gets on their belly in the duct, crawling forward with the rope slung over their shoulder, toolkit at their belt, a camera strapped to their head. They activate a tiny, holographic map set into a device on their wrist. “You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about armor lately.”

“Could you think about it later? Y'know, when we're not about to get our asses court martialed?”

“And more discreet weapons. Teleporting, returning weapons? And like, better shields? Oooh, how about- oof!” Pidge rubs the top of their head, grimacing as their feelers trembled with the duct's reverb. They’d run into the wall of the duct. Hmm… do they go left, or right? They check their map. Right.

“How about you pay attention to what you’re doing right now?” Hunk mumbles. Pidge rolls their eyes. “And we can talk about armor later, after we’ve gotten away with treason.”

“‘Kay.” Pidge crawls along. “Found it,” they whisper, carefully popping out a vent like the one they crawled through. The gripping pads of their fingers cling to the metal, making sure it doesn't clatter to the ground.

“What do you see?”

“Hm. A ton of nothing.” There’s nothing. Well, actually there’s a ton of stuff. Alembics, beakers, flasks, test tubes, burners, scales, weird stuff in jars, a suspension chamber, quintessence capsules full of glowing blue liquid… It’s just an alchemy lab, albeit an incredibly well-supplied one. “I’m going to descend.”

Reaching the floor, there’s still nothing. Pidge looks around tilting their head so that their asymmetrical ears catch more sounds. Humming emptiness. “Something’s definitely off.”

“How so?” Hunk whispers, leaning forward to eye Pidge’s feed. The young Olkari runs their spindly fingers over a table. It comes up- “Is that dust?”

“Yes,” Pidge whispers. “Why? How? Alfor enters this room every day after breakfast and doesn’t leave until it’s at least time for dinner.”

“Maybe he’s using another table?”

Pidge hums skeptically, but checks around. Everything is dusty. They study the wear patterns in the floor. Too much wear. There's dust collected under the tables, but everywhere open is clear, thanks to the stupid cloaks these royals wear. Clearly, Alfor had paced and flitted all over this lab at one point. “No good. Hmm…”

Pidge pulls up their map of the ducts, notices a large space right next to the lab. “Hunk, can you check the castle map? I want to know what’s next to the lab on the east side.”

“Sure.” Pidge waits. “Pidge? Yeah, there’s nothing. Just space.”

“Yeah, right. I’m so sure.” Pidge shimmies up the rope back into the duct, replacing the vent one they’re back in. Negative space can be tricky. There’s no telling what’s in negative space. “Scanning for surveillance… Scan complete. No surveillance equipment detected, but I am detecting electronics. Okay so if I cut here-” Pidge indicates a panel in the duct. “I should be able to see something. If not, we’ll go from there.”

They pull out a miniature blow torch, cutting a hole in the side of the duct. They love this kind of work. It’s fun playing Lance’s spy.

“Okay, friend. Please be careful. And don’t do anything that’ll make Shay a widow, okay?”

“I will. And I won’t. I promise. As soon as I’m done, you can go back to your gross domestic life.” Pidge finishes with the duct.

“Uh-huh. Speaking of my gross domestic life, are you still coming over for dinner tomorrow?”

“Absolutely! It’s been ages since I saw Rosetta! Okay.” Pidge sticks the adhesive pads of their fingers to the siding, pushing it out so they can turn it to fit through the hole they’ve made. “Woah.”

“Woah,” Hunk parrots. “That explains the electronics you detected. What are we looking at?”

Pidge stares down at a large room of holographs and screens. In the middle of the room, there’s a particularly large table with a holographic top. Hovering, glittering in the dim room, is a perfect three-dimensional replica of Daibazaal. “A war room. We’re looking at a war room.”

Holding the panel of the duct steady with their sticky fingers, Pidge carefully seals the cut out section back into place. They lay on their stomach in the duct, thinking.

“Oh mother earth, are we still at war? Has this all been for nothing? What if-”

“Most likely scenario is that Alfor doesn’t trust the Galra. The one thing he’s very good at is killing people. He’s probably planning for just in case.”

“Okay, but what if he’s not? If we go to war again, the first thing that’s going to happen is that Keith will be killed! Not to mention Allura and Romelle in the fallout. Even Keith couldn’t fight off the entire Altean Army!”

“No, he couldn’t. We don’t have time right now to go in and see what’s up, so in the meantime, we’ll make plans of our own. Lance won’t stand for this. He, Keith, Allura, Romelle, and Lotor have already given up so much for this alliance, and every time Lance reaches out to Daibazaal for advice they’ve been nothing but cordial and helpful. He’ll likely side with them. At this point, the Galra are more likely to do well by his people.”

“And we’ll side with him, right?”

“Absolutely.” It’s not even a question for Pidge.

“We have to tell him, don’t we,” hunk murmurs, saying it more as a statement than a question. “Before we figure out what’s really going on?”

“He sent us here. He’ll expect a report today and knows we can deliver.”

“Keith only just started to feel safe here.”

“Yeah.” Pidge sighs, scoots backward, working their way through the ducts until they land feet-first in their workroom. “But if Alfor can plot and scheme, then so can we.”

“Uh-huh. But… Maybe we could…” Hunk fidgets. “Scheme tomorrow?”

Pidge sighs, smiles at their friend. “Sure, Hunk. We’ll scheme tomorrow. I’ll brief Lance myself. Thanks for the crystals.”

Hunk picks Pidge up in a tight hug. “You’re welcome. Let me know if you need more. And I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner. We can put the baby to bed and scheme over alcohol that's not nunvil.”

Pidge smiles wider, waves as Hunk leaves. Once he’s gone, they let their smile drop. Had they both really agreed to betray Altea so easily?

Quiznak, this place is such a mess.

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soulangel · 4 years

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Oneus Reaction to S/O Being Bullied at Work

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“If you’re just going to talk about how much you miss where you used to live, why don’t you just go back to where you came from?!” Your coworker and the work bully shouted at you, finally having enough of your talk about your old home.

You stared at them in disbelief, horror starting to seep through as you continued to look at them. “I-I’m sorry?” You asked gently, hoping you didn’t hear what they’d said.

They scoffed and glared at you, walking right passed you without another word said in your direction. You knew what they said, in fact you heard them perfectly the first time though you tried your best to ignore the words. You ended up talking to your boss along with HR that same day to see if there was anything they could do to help you. All you got from them was a “we’ll look into it. Sorry you’re dealing with this.” speech.

So after your meeting, you barely made it to your car before you immediately rested your head on the steering wheel, trying your hardest to keep from crying in the parking lot. Finally after a few minutes of tiny breaths and a session of grounding yourself, you were able to drive yourself home.

RAVN

He was excited to finally have the day off so he could spend some time with you. He’d even gone so far as to set up your apartment in a nice romantic atmosphere with soft music playing in the background and a happy tune to his own lips as he ordered some of your favorite and delicious takeout you almost always seem to buy whenever the two of you are together. “This should do it, right?” He asked himself just as the front door started turning, indicating you coming home. You barely made it one step in the door when amazing food wafted into your senses and you noticed familiar shoes by the door. Even though you felt like breaking down in this particular second, you tried braving your feelings and put on a fake happy face for when you’d see him, but before you could even try, there he was staring at you with such a concerned expression, there was no way you could try and get yourself out of this talk. “I just-Please just don’t ask.” You whimpered, feeling the tears immediately falling from your eyes. He rushed up to you without any hesitation and held you in his arms silently, stroking a hand through your hair while you cried into his chest. He then slowly brought you towards the couch where he sat you down and took off your shoes for you, putting your feet on the other side of the couch when he was done. You continued sniffling softly, until he was back in the room and sitting down next to you. “If-If they don’t do-do something I’m g-gonna quit.” You said gently, curling into a ball with Ravn only able to stroke your hair and quietly wait for you to calm down. He grabbed his phone quickly and stood up to make a call after you’d managed to cry yourself to sleep. Because what good could his idol status be if he couldn’t use some of the power to help you out at work? Even if it was just an anonymous complaint about something a specific coworker has done to his attire.

SEOHO

You’d managed to make it home before he did, and in your haste of wanting to hide yourself so he wouldn’t see your depressed state, you forgot to pretty much do everything you normally would. You left the door unlocked, threw your shoes against the wall, tossed your coat and purse on the floor and left a trail of excess clothing starting from the door and ending at the bedroom; over shirt, leggings, socks, regular shirt, shorts. By the time you made it to your bed you were just in a tanktop and underwear crawling under the sheets with teardrops hitting the comforter. You heard the door open and a tiny curse come from the front, but were too afraid to get out of bed, let alone call out for him. What if your voice cracked? Or you started to really cry while telling him exactly where you were hiding? “Y/N! Please tell me you’re not doing this on purpose. You know I hate seeing such a mess everywhere. Are you mad at me? What’s-oh my god, Babe?” You heard him ramble until his voice got uncomfortably close to the bedroom doorframe. You sat up in bed, hair a mess and tear tracks all down your face. “I-I just...I’m sorry!” You wailed, hiding your face in your knees. He gasped at your outburst and rushed to you, immediately taking you into his arms and holding you tight to him. “No no Baby don’t cry. I’m sorry I should’ve known something was up. Can you talk about it?” He gently whispered, cradling your head against his chest while quietly shushing you to calm you down. When you explained the situation at work and what you did to try and fix the situation, he held you tighter and laid down with you, letting you bury your face in his chest. “We’ll fix this, okay? You’re not going through this by yourself. They should never have said those things to you.” He mumbled softly, kissing the top of your head.

LEEDO

Instead of wanting to cry the moment you got home, you got extremely frustrated. So while you wanted to lay on the bed and wallow in misery, you decided you were going to scrub the place to try and get the anger out. It took you maybe 30 minutes to deep clean unlike what you thought, you must’ve gotten rid of more than just anger? Yeesh. Ah well, at least the house is now cleaned. Unfortunately though, the moment you sat down was when the imagination started to roll. You were stewing in anger once more with nothing to help calm you down until he walked through the door, a small sigh on his lips as he noticed just how clean the home was. “Babe?” He called out for you. “In here!” You called back, angrily ripping up pieces of paper and throwing them in the trash can you placed beside you so you wouldn’t get them all over the floor you’d just cleaned. He stepped into the room and tilted his head, practically feeling the anger coming off you from where he stood. “Okay, what happened?” He asked with a sigh, dropping his bag beside the shoes so you wouldn’t yell at him. You tossed the paper you were still ripping into the trash can and pointed at him. “This stupid bitch at work! I’ve had it up to here with her! I hope she gets FIRED I’m that mad right now. UGH!” You shouted, jumping to your feet to start pacing the room. He chuckled and sat down on the couch to listen to your venting and angry kicks and punches to the air as you imagined the person in front of you.

KEONHEE

He could hear the mumbling and the crying and even the yelling through the door. It had been about 10 minutes since he got to the door, and may have been a little terrified to step through the door in case you yelled at him for something completely random. He knew you didn’t mean it, and every time you got this way you always made sure he wasn’t around to see you like this so you wouldn’t accidentally hurt him; but this was how you coped with things, and today’s bad energy was something you were trying to get out of your system before he got home. “STUPID HOE!” You finally shouted, and then there was silence. He tentatively stepped through the door and looked around, wondering if anything was thrown around or broken? Nope, okay good you didn’t break anything. Then again you never broke anything except your heart, or made your throat really sore. “Baby? I’m home!” He called out for you, hoping you were in the living room so he could hug you. When he didn’t get an answer, he then started looking throughout the house to see where you could be at. He was about to check the bedroom when someone landed on his back and he crumpled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. “Ooof! What the-?!” He yelped before hearing your giggling from above him. You kissed his cheek and then got off him so the both of you could stand up. After you brushed off the imaginary dust, you latched onto him in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re home. I missed you so much.” You sighed, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. He couldn’t fight you with how adorable you were being in this moment in time. Maybe he’d talk to you about your yelling later.

HWANWOONG

You were in the process of wiping your eyes when he stepped through the door, and stopped dead in his tracks. “Babe what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked quickly, rushing to your side in barely any time at all. You shook your head and sniffled a couple of times until you were able to speak without feeling like you were going to cry again. “J-Just some th-things at work today.....it’s nothing...” You whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself for security. He watched you for a second before he took your arms away and pulled you into him, wrapping his own around your frame. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked softly, pulling your both to the couch. You sighed and started into an explanation of what happened today until you managed to get to the part about where you were in the moment. “Oh hell no they didn’t do that to you. I need to go have a talk to them right-oof.” “Don’t leave right now, please?” You wrapped yourself around him and hid in his neck, holding onto him tight so he couldn’t go anywhere. “Please.” You whispered again, biting your lip. He smiled and rested a hand on your head. “Alright, fine. But that person will definitely be hearing some nasty things coming soon if I have anything to say about it.” He grumbled out.

XION

You went straight to him instead of home actually. In fact you drove so fast to the studio, you almost forgot to check that you weren’t speeding to get to him. The emotions running through you were so strong that when you went to talk to the receptionist, they immediately told you where he was with a frown and sent a call up to the manager to they knew to expect you. And when they saw you, boy did that try their best to let your boyfriend talk to you. He ran up to you as soon as he saw you and cupped your face, looking to see into your eyes. But instead of looking at him, you just hugged him to you and sighed. “I just needed to see you, sorry if I’m interrupting something important.” You mumbled into his shirt. He pet your head and wrapped his arms around you, silently asking the group to leave you alone for a few minutes. “Do you wanna talk about it? I can ask If I can leave early today. Please don’t shut down like this, you know it doesn’t help.” He sighed out, stroking your cheek gently with his finger. You just sighed again and leaned into his hand. “Okay, can we go home? Please?” You asked quietly, looking to the ground when your eyes started tearing up. He immediately hugged you and kissed your head with a quick, “let’s go.” given to you. He then dragged you out to wherever his manager went off to and explained the situation, asking for the rest of the day off so he could take you home. When he was given the okay, he took your keys from you and rushed you home as quick as he could where he sat with you the rest of the night as you cried and explained what happened at work.

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crazyrandomfucker · 4 years

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Marichat May Day 13: Flower Crown

Summary:

Kitty Noire and Marinette spend some quality girls time outside of Paris, relaxing and walking through fields filled with flowers.

Notes:

They are a bit aged up, like they are 22 yo, in this fic, but the shenanigans are still more or less the same since Hawkie refuset to go away. However, the friendship between Kitty and Mari is way more stronger and deeper then during their teen years

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After hearing Kitty Noire complain for quite some time after a particular annoying akuma, Marinette came up with the marvelous idea of having a girls day with the superhero, but instead of relaxing doing a spa at home, they would go to the mountains to relax since Kitty would be worrying all the time for an akuma if they were at Paris otherwise, which also applied to Marinette, but it's not like Kitty should know. It had also been quite some time since Mari had went outside of Paris for a field trip, so she thought it was a good idea and told Kitty about it and... Kitty Noire was so excited for it that she was practically vibrating filled with hapiness. They set up a date for the field trip, rent a car and made sure to completely clear their schedules for the whole day.

When the long awaited day finally came, Marinette put her things on the rented car, drove to an alley on the outskirts of Paris and waited for Kitty Noire. Coincidentally, since Kitty knew where she had to go, she simply went near the meeting place as a civilian in her own car, then she parked and picked her own stuff just to hid nearby and transform, so she arrived almost at the same time that Marinette. When they met and after their usual two kisses greeting (on the cheek, because we europeans do this), they putt Kitty's luggage on the car and set off to their destination. During the trip, they passed by a narrow road in the mountains where a deer randomly jumped in front of them from one side of the road and simply jumped to the other side when Marinette abruptly hit the break to avoid hurting the cute deer.

"Wow, that was a close one" says Kitty. "You almost killed that adeerable creature".

"This is not the right moment for one of your puns Kitty" says Marinette glaring at her. "I almost ran over a deer and all you can do is pun?"

"Sheesh, I'm sorry Princess, I was just trying to break the ice" says Kitty. "I think you really need this day off".

"Well yes, it's been pretty stressful lately and I just want a bit of fresh air and no responsabilities or annoying things around me" says Marinette as she starts the engine.

"Then why did you took me with you?" says Kitty.

"Because you're my friend and I love you, but you'll drive me crazy if you don't have a day off as well" says Marinette.

"Aww, you said you love me" says Kitty teasingly. "Now I can marry you and Marin".

"OK stop right there Kitty. Marin has a girlfriend, so no hands on him" says Marinette.

"Oh, right! Right! I... I totally forgot about that!" says Kitty smiling as she sweats internally, cursing herself for almost slipping out that she is his girlfriend. "But you didn't deny my proposal~"

"I'll let you know that I'm a bit fed up with all the love stuff, after dating a couple of guys and keep falling for two other guys and messing up my life in waytoo many ways, I've decided to stop searching for love" says Marinette. "So no, I won't marry you. Besides, Alya already has claimed that if I have to marry a girl I'll have to marry her first".

"But she can't now that we're married if she doesn't knows who am I" says Kitty. "I could even be a guy that loves crossdressing, or I could be trans".

"If you were trans girls, you'd stil be a girl you dummy" says Marinette. "Anyways, I don't think you're a guy".

"And why is that exactly?" says Kitty. "I'll let you know that I could look like a very handsome boy if I cut my hair and I did a couple of tricks".

"Yeah, but you have two things that boys don't have. The voice and those legs" says Marinette.

"You had me there for a moment, I'll be honest. I thouht you were going to say something else" says Kitty chuckling. "So I have femenine legs?"

"You have some nice legs Kitty, I bet they look awesome in some lingerie" says Marinette. "Your boyfriend surely loves them".

"Now that you mention... He does" says Kitty pensative. "Could it be that I have some thicc thighs?"

"You have awesome thighs Kitty, not thicc, awesome" replies Marinette smiling.

"Well, I could say the same about you Princess, those legs are top grade" says Kitty with a wink.

"Thanks Kitty, but they are nothing like yours" says Marinette hitting the break again because a car almos hit them. "What a jerk!"

"Does he even has eyes on his face?" says Kitty disgusted. "The road is not all for himself!"

"Ugh I hate when this kind of people are nowhere near me on the road, he didn't even apollogize!" says Marinette.

"I know right? Like, at least have a bit of decency and say sorry for driving like that" says Kitty indignant.

"I swear" agrees Marinette.

They continue bantering during the trip, discussing who had the most beautiful legs, dissing a bunch of bad drivers and generally venting their accumulated stress. They keep getting further and deeper inside of the mountains until they get to their destination, a praire filled with flowers that is also the beginning of a hiking route that they considered doing after having some lunch. With the engine off, the car safely parked and their baskets out, they set up a picnic blanket and set their picnic, which included things like mini quiche, sandwiches, some juice (and also some champang) and some desserts, courtesy of Marinette's parents. They had lunch peacefully, getting completely inmersed in the tranquility of Mother Nature and ejoying their meal. After lunch, they decided to stay in the praire, admiring it's beauty instead of sweating while hiking an increible route with stunning views.

"It's so peaceful in here" says Kitty laying on the floor surrounded by flowers.

"I know. It makes me so calm. I'm thinking of fantasy-like stories" says Marinette. "All with magic, creatures of the forest, princesses and knights".

"I bet you'd make a spectacular princess" says Kitty Noire. "You're already one for me".

"And I'm lucky to have a brave knight and a gorgeous damme by my side" says Marinette petting Kitty's head.

"Woah, I love it when you pet me. Or Marin. You two have like magic hands or something" says Kitty closing her eyes and purring.

"We know that silly, you and Chat always make this kitten face of satisfaction whenever we pet you" says Marinette giggling. "I honestly think it's precious. It's so cute".

Kitty blushes a bit. "You never told me..." says Kitty pouting. "Now I'm self conscious about it..."

"Aw, don't be. It's endearing" says Marinette.

"Just like you when you're thinking or when you're concentrated on a project" says Kitty. "You make these cute faces where your tongue sticksout but just a bit and you look like a little animal".

"You meani" says Marinette blushing. "I was complimenting you!"

"So am I Princess. In fact, I can tell you that everyone thinks that it's cute when you do it" replies Kitty.

"You dork" says Marinette rolling her eyes and twirls to her left, seeing a bunch of cute flowers. "Hey, want to make a flower crown?"

"I would very much love to, but I'm afraid I have some... technical difficulties and a lack on knoweledge on that field of expertizing" says Kitty with her claws up.

"Guess I'll have to make you one then" says Marinette winking as she begins to pick up some flowers and braid them.

"It would definitely look better on you Mari" says Kitty putting a flower on Mari's hair.

"Maybe, but I think that this blue from the forget me not flowers would suit your hairs better" says Marinette braiding the flowers. "It fits your acid eyes quite well if I say so".

"Yeah, you'd rock better a more lively colour like red, orange or yellow" says Kitty Noire. "Thought maybe some pale shades would also look incredible in you".

"Well, there's a reason pink is my favourite color" says Marinette smiling. "It fits amazingly well with my pale skin and raven hair".

"Totally. I stil remeber how good you looked on those pink trousers you used to wear" says Kitty.

"Oh my gosh, I forgot about those!" says Marinette. "I used to love them so much. Maybe I should tailor a new one".

"Oh yes! I don't now why but I think you would look great if you paired them with a blouse and a high bun. And glasses! You look so cute with glasses" says Kitty.

"Like a secretary?" asks Marinette amused.

"I was thinking of a business woman, but a secretary also fits the description" says Kitty nodding.

"Aaaand... I'm done with this" says Marinette. "Stand up so I can put it on your head".

"Your wishes are my commands Princess" says Kitty playfully.

"You're incorrigible" says Marinette rolling her eyes amused. She puts the flower crown on Kitty Noire and gasps. "It looks so good! the ears and the mask are a bit in the way, but I bet that your civilian self would look like a fantasy princess or fairy".

"Now, now, Princess. If you flatter me that much I'll end up getting some ideas" says Kitty Noire smirking.

"This again Kitty?" says Marinette giggling. "How many times will we have this conversation? Do you want me to answer you the usual?"

"Of course, it's an inside joke by now" says Kitty laughing.

"Maybe I want you to get some ideas Kitty. Your gorgeous face deserves that" says Marinette smiling, already used to it.

"I'd think I'd prefer a kiss to prove that, instead of some compliments" says Kitty, surprising Marinette for a second, but Mari softly punches Kitty's arm.

"You dork, stop asking for a kiss so much, or I'll end up getting some ideas" says Marinette impersonating Kitty at the last part.

"I've gotta say, your falsetto voice when you impersonate me it's getting more acurate" comments Kitty.

Both oof them face each other silently for a second, before bursting into laughs. "I did noot expect you to say that as a comeback" says Marinette laughing.

"But is true thought" says Kitty clearing some tears from laughing to much. "You almost sound like me lately".

"What can I say, I've had years of practice" says Marinette smiling. "By now I can impersonate you, Alya, Nina and Adrienne. Maybe I could also impersonate Kagami or Sakura if I tried".

"I see that you have as many suitors as always" says Kitty dramatically. "I thought I was your only one".

"Okay, first of all, I've always had plenty of suitors apparently. When we finished Lycee I was surprised by a group of boys who claimed to be part from my very own fan club, they all declared to me one by one and it was... Awkward" says Marinette.

"Well, you've also had a couple of boyfriends as well. Like that guitarrist boy or the florist guy" says Kitty pensative. "And I'll admit that my brother most likely got a crush on you even if he tried to deny it quite hard".

"That can't be, he was in love with Ladybug, then he got a girlfriend, they broke up and then got another girlfrined" says Marinette. "I'm sure that if he ever had a crush on me he'd try to confess at least, he's not one to be silent about his love".

"Actually, you'd be surprised. You don't know it, but after that last girlfriend you mentioned, he dated five other girls, but all of those were nefastous relationships because he didn't properly explain his feeling. And because a bunch of them were gold diggers" says Kitty.

"Wait what?" says Marinette confused. "Why did he never talked about those?"

"Well, you see, my brother can be quite outgoing when he's Chat Noir, but as a civilian... As civilians we both have to wear masks to appear as the perfect twins and it's... Hard to expres yourself, to express your feelings when you're not even able to take off the perfect children mask" says Kitty with a bittersweet smile.

"Remember me one more time why can't I decimate your family" says Marinette getting serious.

"Because you'd have to know our secret identities and you don't want that" says Kitty. "And because we don't want you to go to prision".

"It would be so worth it though" says Marinette.

"Marinette!" says Kitty giggling.

"What? I'm just saying that beating up your family would be worth the imprisionment just like Carapace found worth hitting Scarlet Moth with his shield despite that later he was the target of a bunch of akumas" says Marinette.

"I'll admit that Carapace was great that time" says Kitty nodding. "But that doesn't means that I'd like you to get in prision!"

"You could break me out and we could be runaways together" says Marinette jokingly.

"And we'd live in a house in the mountains and we'd marry and adopt two little girls" says Kitty jokingly.

"Yeah. I would do the chores because you're a disaster, so you'd have to provide for us with money and food" says Marinette chuckling.

"Oh, and you'd sew on your free time to make clothes for us and to make napkins to sell them" says Kitty.

"Napkins? Seriously? If I had to work sewing I'd sew something much more impressing than napkins" says Marinette laughing.

"I think napkins would be great. They are small, they can easily get lost and it's easy to carry a lot of them at the same time" says Kitty Noire.

"They wouldn't sell that much Kitty. I'd rather sew some underware than napkins" says Marinette.

"You coul sew my underware~" says Kitty winking suggestively to Mari.

"You're an incorrigible dirty cat" says Mariette rolling her eyes amused.

"But you imagined me just in my undies for a sec, admit it" says Kitty teasingly.

"Of course, and I saw a black cat standing with a human head" says Marinette.

"That would be as creepy as that movie, Cats" says Kitty making faces.

"Gosh, that movie was so creepy" says Marinette. "It still haunts me in my sleep".

"I'm not even surprised, the idea of the film wasn't that bad, but the whole... result? Yeah, the result was definitely cringy" says Kitty.

"I heard that the theater play it was inspired on was actually quite good" says Marinette. "Like, not on a Hamilton's level, but maybe like... that play of the eigth book of Harry Potter that recieved so much complains despite being fairly good?"

"Ah, yes. The cursed child..." says Kitty. "I felt so conflicted about it. On one hand I love it because it was anothe Harry Potter's book. But on the other hand... It didn't had the appeal of the rest of books".

"I know what you mean. I think that the author maybe rushed it or maybe she just made it to sell even more" says Marinette. "It was nice as a book, but as a Harry Potter book... It was lacking".

Just like that, the girls spent the afternoon chit-chatting about books, animes, movies, plays, cakes and a lot more of quotidian things, simply relaxing and enjoying their free time without any kind of worry and without a hurry. When the sky began to got dark, they picked up everything and went inside the car. They drove all the way up the mountain to reach a viewpoint from where they saw the sunset while 'A thousand years' from Christina Perri played on the background, creating a great ambient for the views the saw. Once the sun set completely, they got back into the car and Mariette drove back to Paris, stopping at the same alley they had met in the morning to let Kitty Noir go and both girls said each other good by with a big hug.

#marichatmay2020 #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #miraculous fanfic #Twins!Au

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toon-artist403 · 5 years

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FNAF- The Vengeful Hours Chapter 2- Ghosts Of The Past

A.N: well, another story i forgot to do, oof i feel like im losing my moviation to write quicker than normal, but oof im trying hard guys im honestly trying, but for now i hope you all enjoy this second chapter of my fnaf au, the vengeful hours. ----- charlotte arrived home hours later, getting out of the car and going into the house, she saw her sister was sleeping, she smiled and patted her head, seeing her smile "heh... sleep tight sweetpea" she said as she yawned and headed upstairs, going into her room and changing into her pajamas, it had been a long day, her first night at the fright and it felt like days since she had any sleep, she flopped onto the bed she wondered about what else was there in that pizzeria, why did it feel like she was being watched by something other than those ghosts? she didint want to dwell on that right now, she was so tired, she litterally letted herself pass out for the night. hours passed and charlotte's eyes open "u....ugh" she saw herself in a dark place, almost like a void, she tilted her head and she got up, seeing the empty place, walking around as her brows furrowed, she felt a sting and looked to her cheek, blood was coming out of it, panic slowly started rushing into her as she looked around quickly, before hearing a low growl, she turned around, and saw a huge, dark monster that looked almost like bear, wearing a old worn yellow hat, and a bowtie, the creature had eerie, bloodshot red eyes, and looked terriflying, and large, almost larger than her, the large paws had drills like claws on them, and the feet were the same, almost like talons, the human backed away as the giant creature took a step forward, she tried to run but saw a wall, she whimpered and turned around, seeing the creature reaching out towards her, the eyes flashed and she screamed out loud in fear. Charlotte awoken with a loud gasp, sweating as she panted, heavily breathing as she rapidly breathe, touching her chest as she sighed heavily, calming down "....just a dream.... it was just... a dream....." she said as she rubs her eyes "god damn this job, my first week and already im sleeping late....." she groaned and got ready for the day, she stares at herself in the mirror, looking at her face, she didint realized she had a scar, then again how long has it been since she looked at a mirror, she touched the scar across the cheek, remembering that day when she was still growing up, she clenched her fists as she sighed "your. alright. he's not here, he's dead... he's always been dead.... i made sure of that...." she said quietly to herself as she hears the TV on, she walks down the stairs, seeing her sister watching a show, she smiled at how happy she seemed to be, her little sister noticed her and waved "hi sis!" she said as Charlotte waved back "hey there nazz" she said as she sat down next to her, nazz notices she looked tired "sis are you okay? was that first night really that long? you gotta take a break" she said as charlotte rubs her eyes, giving her an tired smile "i'll be alright sis, im always tired you know that" she said as she streched, got back up, and made breakfast, she realizes she only has a few hours until she can go do her shift so she might as well try to do something to do to pass the time, going onto her computer she wonders what to look up, either watching some videos or actually reading about something, her brows furrowed when she started typing in something one of the results were "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Case?" she said to herself, feeling interested and her curiously getting the better of herself, she clicks the result and clicked on the first thing she saw. at first it looked pretty boring like any other website that charlotte knew about, but then the more she read the more interested she got, when she got down to the details of the case her eyes widen "30 years ago, the case of the missing children was still not solved, six children were reported missing after spending a birthday party in freddy's pizza, the second pizzeria to rival the original fredbear's diner and the sister location... reports show the camera of a man in a spring bonnie suit leading the kids to the back room and-" she stopped at what she saw next, pictures of the bodies of the children stuffed into the suits "oh god.... i think im gonna be sick..." she said to herself as she forced herself to keep reading "when they found the bodies they only saw five of the bodies, one was missing, possibly still alive it was revealed that was not the case when they discovered the unuse old fredbear costume, the original props were a black stained color due to the long amount of time it's been in the room, they found the child inside but could only find bits and pieces, the murder is still unknown and is possibly still on the run even to this day..." she couldnt bare the thought to lose her own sister to a murderer like that, it made her clutch her heart, she saw other sections, one talking about the dinner, or the third location and finally a blank subject about the fazbear's fright, she couldnt bare to read anymore but... something in her gut told her to keep reading, for some reason she had to know what really happened. ---an few hours later, fazbear's fright, midnight--- springtrap emits a low grunt as he rubs his head, his good ear twitching as he stood up, using the box as to support his balance as he grunted, the tried busting the door open, this time it did open, he emits a groan of relief as he looks around, it had been a while since he last been out, he could remember the first time he was left out of here was when.... his eyes closed as he sighed, remembering that day like it was yesterday, him being awoken unexpectly by people who were exploring the place, his mind was messed up, mistaking them for the spirits, killed them and then realized his mistake, he could'nt count how many times he was cowering, he also remembered meeting the ghosts and puppet, and how he told all of them he wasnt the murderer, it did took a while but only puppet was the one that listened the most, the others only wanted to hear the gist of it, the withered animatronic emits a low grumble, as he breaks out of his trance, hearing the camera moving, he looks towards it, and grunts someone was watching him, for real this time as he grumbled, he started walking, dragging his hand across the wall as he hisses lowly, before his ear perks, hearing a sound, a laughter curiously getting the better of him he followed the noise, finding nothing, another sound, he followed it, and then another, and another, and another, he was starting to get pissed off, he screeched slightly, punching the wall as his hand sparks a bit, he grunts as he looked at the hole he made, his ear perks at the sound again, he growled and then screeched as loud as he could. charlotte covered her ears, hearing the audio being messed up "ack! shit!" she rubbed her ears and then realized the audio wasnt working, she hears the distant echoing of footsteps and she quickly gets to work on doing the audio, all while trying to afford not to be scared by those ghosts, who kept trying, the moment when she got it fixed and checked for him, she saw a mask on the corner on the wall in one camera, then a figure was standing there, she saw the golden figure turned around the corner in the camera and she quickly was about to fire up the sound, when all of a sudden, something stared at her, she yelped and tried to look at the screen but the strange new ghost wouldn't allow it, her second night and already she's getting scared. with a grunt she shoved the ghost away and pressed the audio "hi!" the voice rang out through the entire fright, it almost cause springtrap to stop and look around, due to how loud it was, it started ringing in his ear as he snarled, backing up as he covered his ears, he looked towards the vent, and growled slightly. the night guard looked at all the camera and didint see him, she looked at the time, seeing that it was 3 AM 'only a few more hours to go... come on you big old bunny bastard... where are you?' she thought to herself where else could he had been, her eyes widen as she didint check the ventalion, she quickly did and checked the camera and her eyes widen, springtrap was inside the vents, she quickly shut the door in the vent to get in here and shutted another one on the way he was going, she could hear the distant angry bellowing echoed throughout the whole area, her heart was pounding, she breathed heavily as she whimpered, springtrap growled out as he climbed back out the way he came from, he's starting to get very annoyed "ugh..... i need to find out what is all of this.... hmm... i wonder..." his hand starts glowing, and a low grin formed on him. the night guard was shivering, she couldnt stand this, being this quiet she checked cam 9 and saw him leaning on the wall, as if he was sleeping, she didint want to fall for any tricks, she got off the cams and tried relaxing herself, then the lights started flashing, and the whole room started shaking, she stumbled around "w-what the fuck?! is there a god damn earthquake happening right in the middle of the night?!" she said to herself as she yelped, falling down as she rubbed her head "ow....." her eyes quickly widen and she got back up, onto the camera and her eyes widen, springtrap was closing in, she quickly checked to the furthest cam away from the office and pressed play a mutiple number of times, springtrap's ear twitches and he had enough he grunted and chased after the noise, she watched at how fast he ran from the cameras, it made her gulp at the thought of being chased by something like this, none the less was this was that guy meant by a real one? "yeah... it's a real fucking one alright.... god damn it why did i take this damn job..." she said to herself as she rubs her head slightly, and her eyes as she grumbled. springtrap stomped onto the ground and he growled, not noticing puppet was floating about "GODDAMN THIS STUPID CHASE! WHO THE HELL IS PLAYING THESE DAMN NOISES!" he nearly almost bashes his head onto the wall but he felt someone touching his shoulder "springtrap, just calm down" the marionette said as the withered animatronic hissed and grumbled "easy for you to say, aren't you a little annoyed at this damn sound playing?!" he said as the marionette shrugged "springtrap, i don't hear anything" he said as he grunted "goddamn this stupid ass suit" he said grumbling as he rubs his forehead, before hearing the familiar bells of six AM approaching, he grumbled in slightly annoyance and in relief "finally, maybe now i can finally explore this place without being watched by whoever's making that god awful noise" he said as he lumbered off, puppet just shrugged as he looked around, noticing the hole springtrap made, and stared at it, and squinted slightly "huh..... i didint know he could do that" he said as he walked off, charlotte panted as she was outside the fright, panting as she tried calming herself down, she noticed the car pulled up and the phone dude walked out, she ran over to him "hey! you didint tell me that real one was goddamn real and tried to kill me!" she said as he looked at her surprised "Wait you saw it? as if saw it saw it?" he said as she groaned "YES.... well from the cameras but still! i thought you said there was only ONE i saw TWO of those damn animatronics!" phone dude's eyes widen "wait... two?.... huh.... i'll have to look in from that, you take the day off, i'll fill in, i wanna see if what you saw was right" he said as she breathed "one day away from that place is all i fucking need...." she said as she stormed off into her car and drove off as the phone dude watched her leave, he rubbed the back of his head "another one huh.... could it be?.... nah couldn't be that puppet hasnt worked in years..... but... then again...... couldn't hurt to take a look...." he said as he went inside the fright, the doors closing as charlotte stared at the building as she drove off, she shuddered, and sighed and just focused right now, on getting back home safely. she couldnt help though but ponder on something she researched, one report was from the fredbear's dinner, a kid got his head bitten by one of the animatronics, fredbear, she could only hope and pray to god that she doesn't find THAT in there, then she might have to deal with THREE actual living animatronics.... if it ever came to that but for now she wanted to go home, she needed a break, badly.

#My Writing #My Stories #Lore #The Main Attraction (Springtrap/Michael Afton)#No Strings On Me (Puppet)#The New Night Guard (Sarah Elizabeth Schmidt)#The Horror Attraction- Fazbear's Fright #The Curse Lives On (Post Verse)#Phone Dude #The Little Sister (Nazz Schmidt)#Monster Of Dreams (Nightmare)#oof-#i honestly need to be active more #butihavelikeprettymuch900followersonmybendyblogSOGFHDHFHDHHF

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The Worst First Date... Ever

A Deputy/Pratt oneshot I’ve been wanting to write for a while now. Warnings apply for strong language, some sexual content, and secondhand embarrassment. Two of the three are Staci’s fault. Which two? You be the judge.

Pratt was acting up again one day in late spring, when the mud on the roads was fender-deep and the sun gave everyone red arms and pinched faces. Hudson was about ready to strangle him as he popped his nicotine gum to the rhythm of the oldies on the radio. Medina could tune it out - it’s classic Pratt, she told herself, hates the quiet so he fills it in the most annoying way he can think of - but once he started banking paperclips off her back, she had to take a stand.

“Pratt!”

“What? It’s target practice.”

“Stop doing that.”

His lips curled up in a grin and he held his hands up innocently. But the glint of a silver paperclip pinched between his thumb and forefinger was not promising, and Medina only glared at him.

“Staci Pratt, I will tell your mother.”

His mouth fell open in an O of surprise, but the smirk quickly returned. As soon as she went back to her paperwork, he bounced the paperclip straight off the back of her head.

“¡Deja de hacer eso!”

He started laughing and dropped his last paperclip into the jar on his desk. “Aww, no eres divertido.”

“Cabrón.”

“Guys!” Hudson snapped, pinching the bridge of her nose. “If you’re gonna insult each other, do it in English.”

Medina quickly apologized, then jabbed her finger at Pratt. “You… you… horse-face.”

He nearly choked on his gum. “Horse-face? Horse-face? You can call me an asshole in Spanish but the best you got in English is horse-face?”

“I don’t like swearing in English,” she said with a pout. “It’s dirty.”

“Shit, Sasha,” he chuckled as he stood up and stretched his arms. “You are so fucking cute.”

“Sure, you say that now.”

“Oh, my god, guys, I am begging you,” Hudson looked at Medina desperately. “Please, please flirt somewhere else. I just ate.”

Pratt disappeared into the closet where they kept personal effects, and both Hudson and Medina gave a sigh of relief as they returned to their work. Sasha was patiently filling out release papers for one Charlemagne Victor Boshaw IV when the W turned into a wild scribble as a pair of hands suddenly clasped her shoulders and a muffled voice called “neigh!” into her ear.

Since poor Sasha’s fight or flight instincts always defaulted to fight, she whirled around and swung a closed fist toward Pratt, who recoiled in shock as her hand connected with the rubber snout of his horse mask.

He tugged it off, cackling, and smoothed his hair back as Sasha stood up to face him - not like she properly could with their foot-tall height difference.

Luckily for Pratt, she laughed too, and she yanked the mask away from him. “Why do we even have this?”

“Dunno,” he confessed. “Just saw it in the closet this morning.”

Hudson, her head in her hands, mumbled wearily, “Came from a 390 they found out by Rae-Rae’s. Some jackass was trying to scare Boomer again.”

Pratt’s face twisted into a disgusted expression. “He puked, didn’t he?”

“Yep.”

Medina dropped the mask and wiped her hands on Pratt’s shoulder. “Ew. Drunk puke.”

“Really brings people together.” Pratt took her hands in his and pulled her toward the door. “C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

Reluctantly, she followed him, though she had to quicken her pace to keep up with his gangly legs, and he led her round the back of the station.

“Pratt, what—”

“Just do what I do.” He clambered up atop a parked cruiser, then the electrical shed, before finally scaling the roof. “The view up here is awesome.”

“We have mountains, y’know,” said Sasha as she struggled up the shed. “Why don’t you—oof—just look… oh, wow.” Her eyes widened as she reached the roof and could finally take in the sun setting between the mountains in the distance. “It’s beautiful. I never even noticed.”

“Yeah, see? I told you.” Pratt looked insufferably smug. “It’s ‘cause of that big, shitty billboard down there. It blocks the view from the road.”

“How did you even find this?”

“Joey complained about me smoking by the door - which is where everyone takes their smoke breaks, but whatever - so I came out back, but then she complained about me smoking by her car, so I figured, fuck it, if I can’t smoke on the ground, I’ll smoke on the roof.” He glanced down at her with a gleam in his eye. “Twenty bucks she starts complaining about the smoke coming through the vents or something.”

Sasha folded her arms and narrowed her eyes crossly. “I thought you quit.”

“I’ve quit like, six times. Never sticks. Doesn’t matter. This is nice.” He rolled one of his shoulders and swallowed nervously. “Look, uh… sorry I’m a dick sometimes.”

“‘Sometimes’ is a good start,” she said. Still, she uncrossed her arms and smiled warmly at him. “But you’re forgiven. For now.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and chewed his lower lip before inhaling deeply. “I was wondering if, um… maybe… sometime… do you wanna go get some… err, I mean, maybe you’d like to do… something? With me?”

“Staci Pratt, are you asking me on a date?”

“I… guess?” At her unimpressed look, he cleared his throat and said, more confidently, “Yes, I am. I’d like to go on a date with you.”

She reached for his hand and he gave it gladly, despite his sweating palms and trembling fingers. “Staci, I would love to go on a date with you. What did you have in mind?”

“What did I—” Realization dawned on his face and his expression morphed into shock. “Fuck. I mean… I, uh, I didn’t actually… plan that far ahead. I kinda thought you’d say no.”

Sasha giggled and squeezed his hand. “How about a picnic?”

“Great! Yes. I love picnics. Definitely my first choice.”

“I know this great little spot out past Nick Rye’s place.”

He grinned - more relieved than teasing. “I’ll swing by and pick you up. You still live right outside Falls End, right?”

She nods.

“Good, okay. Good. Eight tomorrow night?”

“Six. I wanna catch the sunset.”

He wasn’t off his shift until seven-thirty. But the lady said six, and God help anyone who said Staci Pratt wouldn’t bend over backward for a lady. “Six it is.” He figured the last hour and half wouldn’t matter. Nothing happened in Hope County, anyway.

He was very, very wrong.

From the get-go, Sasha knew something was up. Sure, Staci combed his hair and - for once - didn’t smell of cigarettes, which was a glorious feat in itself, but he was still wearing his uniform, radio and all, while she sported a sundress with purple polka dots. Not exactly on the same page. Not to mention the fact that he showed up in his patrol car. Something was definitely wrong.

Awkwardly, he shuffled his feet as he stood outside her door. “So, um… I forgot to mention this, but I’m kinda… sorta… still working. Until eight.”

“Staci!”

“It’s okay!” He held up his hands placatingly, one bearing a bottle of sweet rosé. “It’s okay. I made sure I was released from office shit and I did all my paperwork early—”

“You gave it to Joey, didn’t you?”

“I… gave her a couple pages.”

“A couple?”

“…Twenty-nine.”

“Staci!” Sasha nearly slammed the door on him right then. But heaven help her, he was so, so cute.

“It’s not a big deal! All I have to do is keep the radio on, okay?” He reached for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Nothing ever fucking happens around here, anyway. I promise, Sasha, nothing is going to ruin this for us.”

“I just… I thought we weren’t going to bring work into this.”

“We’re not.” His voice was lower, softer, and his eyes were sincere. “I like you, Sasha. I like you a lot. I want this to go well.”

She drew herself toward him and laced their fingers together. “I like you too, Staci, I just don’t want to mess anything up for you. If you have to work, you should work.”

“Ah, Whitehorse loves me. I’m safe.”

She snorted loudly and he made a face in response.

“Just get in the car, papi.”

He saluted her sloppily. “Yes, ma’am, Miss Medina, ma’am.”

They hadn’t even touched their sandwiches before their hands were wandering, sprawled out on a blanket decorated with rocket ships as the sun blinked below the horizon. God, he’d wanted to kiss her so badly since he first laid eyes on her, with her rich, silk skin and her soft hair and her perfect, perfect lips and here he was, fumbling his way through it, as she smiled into each kiss. Probably laughing at him on the inside, he figured. Dammit, Staci, keep it together…

She had one of her hands on his thigh, positioned oh so precariously, and the other on his chest and she was so, so into this. He kissed hard, and he kissed a lot, and everyone else she’d ever been with - a generous sample size of two women and one other man - was nervous and shy. She’d expected Staci to be the same way, but ooh, he was fierce, and it lit something up in her body she’d never, ever felt before. Sasha, honey, take it slow…

Her fingers unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt and brushed his collarbone, and he moaned. It reverberated within her mouth and she gasped, and they had a sweet-hot back and forth of sultry noises that led to him on his back with her lips on his neck. She left bruising kisses all across his skin, and her weight on his chest was sending heatwaves through him, and he doesn’t remember his work cargos ever being this tight—

His eyes close on their own as she sucks on the delicate skin between his neck and his clavicle. “Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, God, you’re so fucking good at this.”

She laughed softly, seductively, and then…

Someone else laughed, too. A couple someones, actually.

Sasha pulled away abruptly, brow furrowed, and Staci pushed himself up on his elbows as the radio on his shoulder hummed with the chuckles of everyone else on duty. He stared at Sasha in horror for a split second before he scrambled for the switches, and the feedback screeched through the air with his vicious curses as he flicked the radio off, then on again and off for good in his panic.

Sasha was absolutely speechless, but she forced words anyway. “I… Staci, I… I’m so—”

“Don’t,” he snapped, his face buried in his hands. “Just fucking don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” she finished. She knelt before him, hand on his knee, and reached for his face.

He almost pulled away, but he dropped his hands and let her touch him gently. “They’re gonna be laughing at me for-fucking-ever,” he muttered miserably. “I’m never fucking living this down.”

“Staci, it’ll be alright.” Sasha had no idea how, but faith had to be enough, right? “They-they probably don’t even know you’re with me.”

He shook his head bitterly. “The fuck they don’t! I told everyone I know I was going out with you. Everyone.”

On one hand, she was certainly flattered. On the other… uh-oh. This time, she couldn’t even think of anything to say. She just tucked his hair behind his ear and rubbed his knee until he drew himself away from her.

His radio light flickered on and he rolled his eyes. “Fuck. I’m fucked. I can’t just not answer it.”

Sasha checked her watch. 7:48.

“Fuck.” Staci sighed and turned the radio back on. “Pratt here. Unfortunately.”

It was Joey Hudson. With any luck, she’d be kind—

“Hey, love machine, you got something coming.”

—Or not.

“Fuck off, Hudson—”

“No, Pratt, I’m serious. Some asshole stole a ton of engine parts from Nick Rye’s hangar and they’re driving right past you.”

“Oh, shit. I’m on it.” He clambered to his feet and nearly tripped on the blanket. “Shit. Shit!” He turned to Sasha, looking so apologetic she didn’t even know it was humanly possible, and he gestured hopelessly at the abandoned picnic. “Sasha, I’m so sorry, I don’t… should I—”

“No, Staci, you go on. I can deal with this. You go get the bad guy.”

“I—should I take you with me? You’re not walking all the way back—”

She interrupted him again. “Yes, I am. You need your car.”

“But you - you’re in heels. I’m so fucking sorry, Sasha, I’m—”

“Stop it, Stace, it’s okay. I’ll be okay. Now go! You’ll lose ‘em!”

He backtracked to his patrol car, looking desperately from the blanket to her and back again until she waved her hands frantically.

“Go!”

He peeled out, and Sasha could only imagine him taking down a thief with his bruised neck and half-open shirt and lipstick-stained cheeks. All she could do was take off her shoes and pinch them in one hand while she tucked the blanket under her arm and carried the picnic basket in the other.

Staci was right. He was the laughingstock of the entire Hope County Sheriff’s Department for a month. Maybe more. They stopped counting after the seventeenth time they were together in a room and someone moaned in a falsetto, started snickering, or made a filthy remark - usually in Sasha’s direction. It made Staci furious every time, but after the second fistfight, Whitehorse put him on notice and he started avoiding Sasha altogether.

The next time they worked together, he was flying a helicopter into the heart of Joseph Seed’s compound with a United States Marshal in the back.

And still, the first thing Hudson said when they all piled in was: “Hey, love machine.”

#far cry 5 #staci pratt #my perfect boy #oc: sasha whitehorse #ship: just promise me we'll be alright #fic: fearless and therefore powerful

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Episode 10

Lair of Grievous

An interesting episode title

For sure

[Quote]

Most powerful is he who controls his own power

I really Like This Quote

Being a fan of ... accountability

Notably

“Vice Gunroy

Escapes,”

Ahhhhh

I mean?

The Episode Before Was (Marginally) Better ....

To It’s Pre de cessor

Why do I Get The Feeling This Is Gonna Be A Long Run..?

Any way

That’s Going

Only that one Guy

No... -Body Else

Uhm

Kit Fisto

What?!

Okay

Guess

His design Looks Neat

And No Ahsoka! (The Bad Parts.)

“Gun-”

“And Return Him Just-”

Ena bling! Where he’ll be put in a cell with other inmates that don’t deserve that

And a distraction from reckoning with the consequences of his actions

(And the hope of getting out)

“ I know we’re in the middle of nowhere,”

I like this guy

He sounds cool

Has a personality

(An over involved one?”

But generally good

This might help my nerves after last episode

Very chill

Nice

- Oh spoke too soon

So has your old Padawan Dolved

???

Seriously, does everyone keep track of everyone else’s Padawan

Obi-Wan, it made sense because he’s an over involved dick

But, seriously

Shouldn’t that be left To Yoda as the grand high Jedi?

He is the guy that okay’s these requests, right?

It’ll be great to see Nadar again

Dude, he’s busy

“ i’ll transmit the coordinates for the ren dez vous point,”

Hey they got Ahsoka right!

Maybe this episode won’t be a headache

(Also they just casually help him stalk his apprentice?

Like, that should be his choice

Like yeah two heads are better than one but that doesn’t mean he agrees to be a two- headed dragon

Dick move

And- It’s Gone (to be fair, it’s only slightly too much Tone Than Ne cess ary

“Yet,”

“Good hunting”

NO!

Well.... It’s Over,

Okay....

Nice backgrounds,

This is a really neat land

Oh, now they’re landing

Oh, cool

Fog -gy

Neat

Po -or Be -epy Ro -bot

He can’t see any -thing

“you’ll be fine R6,”

You have legs

Not pleas ed

Hav ing A Good Time

“Nadar,”

*Bows*

Dear frick who invited him here?

Like, Dude

Even if the Gen shares the same inspiration as you, you still have to obey by the rules of tox

Aka you don’t get to be a dick just because it’s a differ ent gen

You get kicked to the accoun -t- ability curve, just as well

Walk Ing into Some’s bus -i ness un warrant ed And un -ask- ed For Is Tox

And then, to follow it up, with hey you did well on the test we make you take!”

To prove we can’t assume authority over you

[Jedi master ship I believe]

I’m surprised dude doesn’t say ‘yeah your stupid club sucks,”

“ i’m sorry the war pre -vented me from seeing your train ing through to the end”]

wait dude’s Mentor bitched out and he still had to take the test?!

Murder is now on the table!*

Note; this is a joke

I never advocate death over account ability

But, geez Dude got screwed over

You were missed master

How old is he?

I’m going with adult-

Knight Ok he has enthusiasm

We’re all good!

Then let’s have a look

Allow me to show the way

Trans lation; Stop ass um ing

au tho rity

Good for him

Pretty pow.

Also yeah just casually found

“Charming,”

That’s a back -handed compliment

Like calling something “quaint”

Dude if you’re going to be on this Quest, Be Nice,

Look after the ships

Oh those poor guys

What happens to them?

[Also ships?]

Okay

So, Sith mon astery

No Guards

It’s a Sith mon as tery surrounded by fog

Clearly they were going for stealth

[And it Is pretty re mote]

The ent rance looks sealed

Yeah It’s Old

Possibly -came in the back entrance

And hoped no one wou ld suspect

[We specialize in ma king entrances]

Should n’t Dude (Jedi) Know That

Their, Jedi

Also yeah the place clearly built for stealth

Let’s bomb open the front door

Not like they could sneak out a back way

This will make less noise

Thank you common sense

But, It will still allow them a lot of time To Es cape

Like;

This why staking out is important

Patience the both of you

THE NERVE!

Dude he got here First!

You wanna help?

Be back up!

“ A second look usually pays off,”

On hand, yes- scouting ahead is good

On the other-

DICK way of put ting it

You want to explore?

Do it your self

You just assu med author ity over a wh- ole group of people

Stopping them from doing their thing

[I’m fully expec -ting him to snap at five

Like he’s being pretty enab- ling

But Dude’s being a prick

[pla -ying by the rule of “But,” Inst ead Of “Or,” Or “And,”

During their re latively func -tional mission

[dude never said he couldn’t blow up the mon astery

Just stated the fact and went about his biz

A nice factor

“What’s this,”

A stone

Bull -shit

Whelp

Smug Ass

You smell that?

Arro gance?

[let him get caught in a trap]

“ smells like droids,”

Metal Does -

It’s too dark to see anything

There’s white bulbs

Also [Forgot to mention], Chek Ov’s Gun?

[For the Gun]

Whelp

They Have Lights

[Also, Dark side shadowing]

Whelp

Hey at least there’s not as much point

Whelp

[I sense there’s something here]

Yeah?!

Was that not the whole point?

Whelp,

A rusted out old factory

Whelp

Poss- Ibly

Watch- Ing

“Ssh,”

You sure about that?

Whelp

“Well that was some thing,”

Jedi, you gonna do anything about that?

Whelp

Dude Taking point

Aga -in

Whelp

Ordering someone else’s troops

[I seriously hope that comes to bite him in the ass]

Roger Roger

Crud it’s the moon clones!

No, just droids up the stairs

Neat

They don’t see that?

Whelp

Vice Roy

What’s going on

They robots; they’re already designed to protect you

Also; BAIT!

The Jedi are here

Trap!

Also they’re walking side-by-side Nice

That’s totally someone else I call it

“ I know they’re near,”

Voice recording?

Whelp

They’re right behind you

What, where do something?

Def -initely a diff -erent per -son

Whelp

Taking longer than expect (ing)

“ Have you ever killed a Jedi?”

These guys have time for this

When fighting to fully trained adult Jedi

Those basic clankers

There the basic mooks that gets mowed down in the hundreds

Good Commentary

Bad timing

Oh now it speeds up

Good for them

They were loo -king pretty lame

Whelp

Stop playing with them!

Republic Dogs

Restraint

Shut the fuck up

It took hours

Because

“restr aint,”

Against

Mach inery

“ i’m sorry master,”

Don’t apologize

He’s being a prick

Like even by my stan- dards

[ignor- ing the war]

He turned a fun exercise again st machinery boring

By micro managing every one

-carried Away

This -dick

Those that have power should restrain themselves from using it

Against machines?

Dude....

I stick pretty closely to one moral code

And there was nothing even remotely reprehensible

About That Deal

Yeah, if they were sentient

But, they act just like normal robots Running on prot ocol Alone

Giv ing no hint to sen tience

Your complaint literally comes down

To chopping them into one or more pieces

That’s extremely overcontrolling and overbearing

Not to mention to reprimand someone....

Dick Move

That’s the point

Least it had dark ened lighting

“Lieuten ant,”

Called it

Also way to go dip shits

You left a com that can be traced back to your exact location

Whelp

Okay...

The tracking beacon

Yeah

They knew we were coming

And didn’t send a trap

Instead sene a thing that can be traced back to the location

Should’ve known Gunnery wasn’t here

No, you should’ve exercised caution

Well at least he isn’t blaming-

Screaming

Yes he would’ve

That was the first tip off

Also; clones?

I apologize for the deception

Bull shit

I apologize for my colleagues

-What?

Dude

Seriously

How easy are you trying to make it for them to find you?

Count Dooku

Why Dude?

Oh Wait enablers

Guess this is their tea sess

Okay hit us with that snark

....

Light Roast

He honestly seems so sad

What

This has got to be a trap

No shit

“Catch Some One,”

No not the vibe I got

Also there’s the clone

Wondered where he went

“To Catch,”

Whelp

Wow

What?!

Well

Looks like someone likes creepy statues

(I know there’s likely some deep lore)

Shrine

Dude this whole place looks like a monastery/castle?

You’re just figuring out This might be some ancient something or another

It’s on a foggy planet, Huge, Em-bedding And desolute

It basically screams basic cult

“Warrior,”

I was going with barbarian, but that works

Whelp

Weird

Juices

Nope Metal

Grievous Cult

This is the lair of General Grievous

Are you sure it’s not a cult?

Like I don’t know

But I wouldn’t keep Reminders of how I was brutally dismembered Around

IDK

Maybe I’m just not that extra

Whelp Dear Frick

Back to the thing

Also yeah don’t leave

Get Rein force ments

(I know I roast Plo about this all the time)

But A few more Jedi Might be useful Against a guy With multiple hands

(Or at least tell them Your Lo cation, What a quick summary)

So they know what they’re getting into if you disappear under “mysterious circumstances,”

Oh, plane

Oh, Grievous

Looks like he’s doing good for himself

Seems happy

Never mind

Guess where ignoring that thing

With The Comms

Stale mate

He honestly looks sad

You have lost your focus

I mean so far he hasn’t won shit

I’m honestly surprised he got it this far

Especially considering you’re the negative overinvolvement side

Sidious demands more dramatic results

“ can’t believe I came back to working here,”

More dead Jedi

Did he kill a bitch?

(I would say good for him but death< Acco untability-)

You expect victory over Jedi

Is battle Droids

It does require a brain

And a willingness to escalate

Oof

Seriously, Just leave

Whelp

These must be trophies

Jedi he’s murdered

Isn’t the str- the Ed- braid! Thing only for Padawan’s Like, you don’t seem to have one

So yeah Grievous probably killed a lot of children

There are so many

Maybe don’t send children to fight your battles

Why Would Dooku want to set a trap for his best general

Minion disposing Tea?

Also, why are you playing into it?

Like, fair enough, don’t turn down free Intel

But, you could set a trap and be doing other things

Like hunting down Vice Roy it doesn’t make sense

“Are we the bait or is grie -vous the -bait,”

Good question

Definitely grievous though

He was clearly offered up as a distraction From Vice Roy

We must consider who the trap is for

Grievous

You’re supposed to take him out

Your droid is track ing an in coming ship

Here we go

Match es the descrip tion

Keep out of sight

Whoa whoa hold up

Why are they calling and answering to you

These are Raden’s troopers

Dude has literally hijacked his whole life

Dude just kick him

Like fourth time but ,seriously;

Capturing him could turn the tide of the war

They’re literally handing him to you on a silver platter

Dude - needs a break

If he doesn’t know we’re here

Instantly down to do Dooku’s Dirty Work

“We need a plan,”

That’s what he just said

Whelp

That’s neat

Cool

Mood lighting works

Guards

Does he even know what happened?

Or did Sidious/Dooku set up this elaborate trap while he was out

And he’s just coming home like;

Why is the place so heckin trashed

Whelp

Dick

Dude didn’t sign up for this

Welcome home general

Half willing to give it to you

Whelp

*Oh*

Cough ing

Don’t let him cut the line

Whelp

Heck

He’s Trying

“ Don’t make me destroy you,”

If they try to foreshadow that ear lier

No Bad

Ter rible

Whelp

Seriously did they just reattach his legs??

Also, They really did not bring anything else to capture him with

Besides cables

To Grab

And nothing to tie him up with

How did they think this was going to go?

Argh

Just got slap stick ed

Haha

“Pack him up” ?

Whelp

Dude they are just knocked out

Whelp

Neat

Walking a little funny

Whelp

The clones get in the way

No you didn’t bring anything to restrain him with

“Taken him,”

Dude he just said “taken”

Not like he said “killed”

The most objectionable thing he said in that was blaming the clones for his failure

And clearly that isn’t your issue

Narrowing of the eyes was a good reaction

(Pretty sure the darkness is Him putting unwonton pressure and guilt tripping (Gas lighting)

He’s just too much of a coward to say anything because he can be held accountable At the fifth thing

Let’s tend to the wounded

Good job reflect ing mate

Whelp

Docter where are you?

Don’t be upset with me master

Geez

Dude does need a break

Even his own lair is toxic

Conversation

Rrgh

Look

Aww

Spare parts

Off

Body guards

Remotely deactivated for a re-charge

Oh so they weren’t killed

Gosh dude came back to A bunch of droids laying dead on the ground Like;

“These.. aren’t. mine,”

Dude is having a tough day

Argh

Not good

Good

Lock down the Perimeter

Good for him

Whelp

Looks, Better

Whelp

Watching

Yeah, those guys are dead from grievous

He wacked them with metal claws

Those guys don’t have a single piercing mark on them

Nor dented helmet

Not ready to take on grievous

No one is

Dude has robotic arms

It’s time we retreated

Make sure to bring something to restrain him next time

Whelp

Grievous isn’t doing anything

Good for him

“ You are not going anywhere,”

Well, he tried

He WAS just given An ultimatum from his boss

Gotta stop caring about those things

“ Guess we’ll have to fight after all,”

Or blow open the door

Or sizzle it open with your light sticks

Lots of options

Bring scout

Aight

Whelp those guys are dead

Also how did they even find them?

Okay, that one makes sense because he was parked literally 5 feet from the base

Fair Game

Get out of there R6

Good for him

Whelp

That one guy...

Whelp...

Yet

Good for him

You told him to leave

Dick

You surprise attack him

Call hypocrite, fair fight

Aaw, he’s nice

Fair

Whelp

Shit

Straight to the point

Doom Man -sion

Here we come

Whelp

Dude with the force can’t lift one guy

Well

General

Dude one trap and you’re ready to call it quits

Lame

We’ve seen the lower levels of your home

No you haven’t

You were on ground level

And you only just saw anything below that now

“ we’re not impressed,”

Dude speak for yourself

Also, fun

Good way to heal

“Good, Good, Jedi,”

This should be entertaining

- way to heal-

“You shall provide sport for me,”

Like; That

Whelp

Good time to entertain our guests

He’s a good host

Whelp

Dude has a dinosaur

And bots

Dude level spiked for a moment

Hmm

Nice

Oof

That sounds painful

Armor Patches

“Contrary to your belief I have other things to do,”

Good for him

He rans a med channel

“ go see to it my repair,”

Implaments (?)

*Impale Ments

There may be some discomfort

But I’m pretty sure he was already uncomfortable

Argh

No sedatives

Off

Weak link

Whelp

Surprised his pistol did anything

Like seriously even the swords would take a few whacks

There we go stabbing it with a sword

Your knight instinct

Whelp

And that clown just became the damsel

Whelp

Fail

Guess he’s dead

Or broke something

Splat noises are kind of humorous

So it could just be a broken nose

Great

Whelp

Instinct

Grievous is going to pay for this

Dude he made a humorous “Splat” sound

“Splat” is not a death sound

It is a broken nose sound

“Destroy him,”

I understand your pain

No, this is the time to take the kid away from the bad situation

(Or actually give him the don’t kill things talk)

That’s the better option

(Since he is still an adult and can make his decision)

“ but you forget your teachings Nadar,”

Not like that

That is how you get hit in the face

But in this war strength prevails

He literally does have a point

You two survived because of “superior genetics”

You’ve literally been hustling him since day one

And revenge is fine in terms of accountability

If someone stabs you, You’re allowed to stab him back

Abusers? Get their abuse back

Specifically in Murder

The dead isn’t alive to take revenge

And while he is right that accountability is better

That murder doesn’t equal murder

Because of the belief That all (human) Sentient life Inherently makes the world better By the possibility of them contributing good

Which is why I advocate accountability

The way dude is handling it is shitty

Firstly; all those present to the body are considered enablers, if they enable murder

And everyone who sees the body has to be on high alert

And accountability on sight

Because if you five rules A Murder -er...

Point being dude should. shut the fuck up and help him find this dude

The rules have changed

Yes, yes they have

“ perhaps you are the one that has changed,”

Shut up toxic

Dick

Enabling selfish dick

“ come now,”

He realized he fucked up

“ We need to move now,”

There’s no saving that

Whelp

Skipped past that

Looks better

“Gor,”

He named it

Where are they

Yeah wait what happened with the doors?

“Gor...”

Aww He sounds so sad

Argh

Oof

That pissed him off

Incoming message from Count Dooku

Oh, Good

The Jedi have infiltrated your Lair

Damn

He really didn’t tell the man about anything

Your recent defeats at their hands

Wow, Dude can Literally not get a break

You just called him five minutes ago

Fuck you

He looks so Tired

And Done

“Reassess your effectiveness,”

Oh that’s bound to piss him off

That you actively did that

I’m expecting a face Heel turn

“You”

There we go

“ you deactivated my Guards,”

Oh....

[I assumed he just forgot]

“ You let the Jedi in,”

No actually they found a magic brick

Unless Count Dooku just so happen to press the button at the same time

Which if so nice

Makes dude’s overconfidence even sweeter

“ so you would testing me,”

Dick

And he’s starting to look It

Oops

He’s pissed now

Like I know this is culminating in a fight scene

But I would just love if just walked downstairs. And was like yes I will go with you

Out of Spite

“ i’ll play your little game,”

In your condition you need your rest

I will rest when the Jedi are dead

Oh so that’s how they capture him

Maybe after he kills the young one

Sentry

Those robots do nothing

Whelp

Control Room

He’s Done

Oh, what do we have here?

Oh, this is what he does?

Master the Jedi are about to enter the control room

Snarky little shit

“Nadar, get inside,”

Yeah, No

Ahh

Nadar

Cutting out the abuser

Whelp

Absolutely can kick ass

Surprised no one who understands accountability

“Greetings young Jedi,”

Greetings Boomer

“How Ex citing,”

Neat

And Meta

Defeat us all

You’re one person but I accept the understanding

Get him Master

Oh he gets to see his apprentice die on the big screen

Wait, where is the other Jedi

Where-

Oh no

Self-awareness

Oww

But that wouldn’t kill a determined

Whelp he accepted death

“No,”

Yep, he’d rather die than live in the world you made

Enabler

(Technically; Both of you)

Welp I will kill you all

Do you hear me Jedi

Do you hear me

Fair game

Enablers kill enablers

No one wins

“ R6 is that you?”

How?!

Meet me at the south landing platform

I’m coming for you next Fisto

Whelp, i’ll be gone by the time you get here

Dick

Whelp

R6, I’m at the platform

Going somewhere

How?!

But also OK

Whelp

Hmm

Fan Technique should actually help in the fog

Whelp

Pawn In Dooku’s game

That power will only consume you

Like you

Flaunting it

Right now

Unless his battery gives out...

Whelp

Cheating

How quickly power can switch hands

Whelp Enabled

Expect ed

Accom plishment

So there’s room improvement

Oof

“His heart was in the right place,”

Not accountability

“ to answer power with power It’s not the Jedi way,”

HAHAHaHa

What’s the title of this again?

Star WARS The Clone WARS

It takes two to tango

Feckin hypocrites

In this WAR

HAHAha

“ A danger there Is,”

I feel bad for the voice actor that had to say that with a straight face

Nailed it perfectly well

“Oof losing who we are,”

Oh, that scene

Chills.

I REALLY liked this episode

It was funny self-aware and even had some good moments with the villains

Also

They killed a motherfucking dragon

*Named Gore

* excuse language

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