#tone indicators are very cool but you usually don’t need to add that many

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#im half joking #I assume op is as well #tone indicators are very cool but you usually don’t need to add that many #shitpost #autism stuff #actually autistic #actually adhd #adhd stuff #edit: holy shit this blew up

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH33

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Chapter 33: Star Death Reality Show (XVI)

With He Yi's intermittent narration, Qi Leren finally connected all the dots.

The amphioctopuses, a cosmic alien that could destroy civilization, would hatch once they had spread to a civilized planet and sensed nearby creatures. Generally speaking, this kind of "hatching" was slow, and it took more than half a month to break free from the outer shell of the glowing stones and begin to parasitize. However, there were also ways to stimulate the amphioctopus to incubate quickly, that is, to make an organism's body fluid—usually blood—come into contact with the amphioctopus’s shell, and the amphioctopus will complete the incubation within a few minutes and enter the parasitic state.

That smear of blood on the glowing stone in the church: apparently Annie or Mark had consciously awakened the octopus inside and made it parasitize Mark.

Once parasitized, the host would quickly lose self-awareness and become the octopus’s puppet. The amphioctopus could develop into a mature body within 20 hours, enter the breeding period, lay eggs once a day, and parasitize the surrounding creatures in a relatively closed space, where the number of prey available for parasitization was less than the total number of amphioctopuses.

The amphioctopus was an intelligent creature. The smarter its host was, the smarter it was, because it perfectly inherited everything from the host after capturing its self-awareness. It would use its brain to "think" about how to reproduce more. Its ultimate goal was to reproduce and expand by hook or by crook.

In the late night of the first day, Mark, the first infected person, appeared, and in the late night of the next day, the second infected person also appeared—by various indications, it was Xue Jiahui. The "amnesia" after she woke up was not just her forgetting because she had been parasitized, but because the octopus in her body had borrowed her brain. After thinking, it had concluded that she had better pretend to have amnesia and hide what she knew about amphioctopuses.

On the night of the third day, two new infected people appeared again: one is most likely Annie, the other was uncertain at present, and the most likely one was Lara, who was responsible for taking care of Xue Jiahui. However, Qi Leren had doubts about this, because if Lara had been parasitized, she wouldn’t have mentioned the "contagious physiological conditions" key to Qi Leren when listening to the Best of the Day that morning.

Then there was tonight. There would be four new victims tonight, and the total number of amphioctopuses would exceed that of human beings. After these larvae reached the mature stage, the eight mature octopuses wouldn’t be able to get enough prey. They were about to start a massacre in order to get enough energy, and then enter a long dormant period like the original octopus until new prey appeared.

It was preliminarily estimated that this time would be on the night of the fifth day.

"If you want to save them, time is running out." He Yi’s tone was exhausted as he looked at Qi Leren. "Are you sure you want to try? There are probably eight amphioctopuses outside, at least four!"

"We still have time and methods. I can't think of a reason not to do it," Qi Leren said.

"Methods?" He Yi frowned.

"The instrument that can identify whether someone is infected." Qi Leren remembered that He Yi had used it to confirm that he wasn’t infected.

He Yi's face changed: "No! Don't bring them in! You can go out, but don't come back after you go out. I’ll wait here until the army arrives, but I will not let the infected people enter here!"

Qi Leren frowned and thought: "Well, this research institute is very big. You can find a safe room to go in and lock it. I’ll bring some people who may not be infected to come in for testing. If there is an accident... you can close the door along the way and hide in the power room. In case the situation isn’t good, you can immediately cut off the power supply so that all the doors are difficult to open. Even if there are infected people, they cannot enter your area."

He Yi still shook his head: "No, I won't let the monster in!"

"...Well, at least let me out." Qi Leren sighed, but he understood He Yi's concerns and his frightened mood at this time. If he wasn’t an outsider at this moment, but an innocent ordinary person who was involved in this dangerous situation, he wouldn’t have been able to behave righteously as he was now.

Deep down, Qi Leren still held a wait-and-see attitude towards He Yi, and there were still many doubts about this person, so to speak. But Qi Leren didn't even ask, because it was impossible to get any useful response by questioning He Yi face to face here, and it might even startle him.

"How do you want to leave? The entrance where I came in has been completely blown up, and I can't get out. The door to the outside needs a special ID card, and there is a life detection system and a gait recognition system inside the passage. The AI will automatically analyze your walking posture, which is much stricter than any fingerprint authentication. You can't cheat at all. Once the system determines that you’re not a person in the database, the laser defense system will start until the life detection system determines that there’s no living thing inside. Are you confident you can pass again?" He Yi asked.

Without confidence, Qi Leren silently thought about how the S/L Data’s cooling time was one hour, and that it hadn’t passed yet.

And the Prophet had said to minimize the use of the S/L... Qi Leren actually had no actual feelings, but he only vaguely felt that this skill was a bit evil, and dying too much would cause him to have frequent nightmares. But at the critical moments, he still instinctively relied on this skill.

I can't. There are too many gravestones on Undead Island.

"Where is the general control room for the laser corridor?" Qi Leren asked.

"It's useless, I’ve looked for it. I suspect that the door to the defense system’s general control room can't be opened without a password, and the monitoring can't be seen. Even if we find the password and go in, this system isn’t like the equipment that checks for the octopuses. It can't be operated at all without knowing the language here." He Yi shook his head.

Qi Leren pondered over it. To go out, you had to pass through the laser corridor. At the end of the corridor, next to the door that led outside, an ID card had to be used. However, Qi Leren had experienced the danger of the laser corridor once. Unfortunately, S/L solution was still needed to pass smoothly. Was there any other way...

"I have an idea!" Qi Leren shouted and scared He Yi, who looked at him suddenly. "He Yi, I need your cooperation!"

"...Go on."

"It’s like this: I will go to the laser corridor. You will go to the power room to turn off the power, so that the laser corridor won’t start, and the gait recognition system will be the same. I will go through the laser corridor to the front door and wait for you to turn on the power again, so that the ID reader on the door will start. I can open the door and go out once it starts ago!" Qi Leren said.

"Are you sure? What if the gait recognition system or life detection system starts first?" He Yi disagreed.

"It’s more likely for the door to start first once it’s powered on, rather than the laser corridor," Qi Leren said, "And isn't there you? It took me about one minute to pass through the laser corridor last time. Please calculate the time for turning the power on. Turn off the power again after about forty seconds. Forty seconds is enough for me to open the iron door and go out. If there’s an accident, I won't be able to open the door as I’ll be blocked by the lasers. As long as you turn off the power, the lasers will be turned off again with it."

He Yi thought for a while and nodded: "This method is good, double insurance."

For Qi Leren with S/L Data, this was three insurances. What he relied on was not luck, nor He Yi’s cooperation, but his own strength. Otherwise, he would rather study how to get out of the collapsed passage that He Yi had come in through, and would not consider such a dangerous laser corridor.

The two discussed the details again. Qi Leren also took off the watch he found when collecting materials and gave it to He Yi: "You can watch the time."

He Yi took the watch, nodded solemnly, and said, "Oh, I also found the arsenal here. Heavy weapons can't be used, but you should be able to get started with weapons like a handgun and hand grenade, you'd better take some with you."

No wonder this boy has a gun in his hand. Qi Leren glanced at He Yi: "Okay, thanks a lot."

The two men went to get the weapons, which were well preserved. Qi Leren picked a few easy-to-use ones and took them apart for maintenance. He could give them to Dr. Lu for use, while he took his usual ones and tested them on the spot. He Yi, who was on the side, said faintly because of his skillful technique: "You are indeed a military person. Or did you know there would be octopuses here? Did you secretly hide the octopus in that cave?"

Qi Leren said helplessly: "Oh, I’m really not, why do you think so?"

But he really had known there would be octopuses.

"Then who are you? Is it really possible that you’re an ordinary band lead singer?" He Yi was adamant.

Of course not. My singing is terrible, Qi Leren thought.

But... Should he pave the way for his skill card? So as not to expose the skills at the critical moment, be questioned by the audience, and lead to the failure of the task? With this in mind, Qi Leren decided to add some personal settings for himself.

"Actually, I do have a special identity," Qi Leren said with a dignified face. "I tell you, but don't tell anyone else."

He Yi waited for a while, looking at him carefully: "Then wait, should I turn off the tracking camera?"

Qi Leren couldn't help laughing, which exposed the fact that he was joking. Seeing He Yi looking at him with bitterness, Qi Leren corrected his expression and asked seriously, "Do you have a faith?"

He Yi was confused by his question and shook his head blankly: "I’m an atheist."

I used to be an atheist, until I got involved in the Nightmare Game, Qi Leren thought. In fact, he couldn't be regarded as religious even now. He just thought that there must be some great and incredible powers in the world beyond their knowledge. These were what were regarded as "gods".

—You can admire and question, but don't worship blindly and slander maliciously, otherwise you’ll be doomed to be unable to surpass yourself and enter a higher level. That's what Chen Baiqi had told Qi Leren, who thought what she said was very reasonable.

Seeing Qi Leren's delay in answering, He Yi asked again, "What about you? Are you a Christian? "

Qi Leren smiled: "I am an apostle of God."

“……”

"If I’m killed, I will be resurrected immediately."

“…………”

"When danger comes, God will give me strength to become an angel and fight against evil forces to the end."

“………………”

Qi Leren showed a sage's smile full of divinity and gently stared at He Yi, who was eager to speak.

Before the show begins, give the audience a little psychological preparation.

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Editor’s Notes: [Player Qi Leren has leveled up an ability: Bullshitting.]

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TFP Megatronus x Orion Pax Experimental Concept Playlist: The Timescale of Cybertronian Lives + Music from 1890 - 2021

I know there are tons of playlists for these characters out there, but I’m trying to do something a little less conventional with this one; Please hear me out! 

Two Playlists in One: Love Throughout The Ages 

The first half of this playlist is almost all new music mixed in with some hits from the 60s, 70s, 80s, etc. to give variety, plus tracks from different genres so that hopefully everyone has a song they can enjoy in there somewhere.

For the second half of the playlist, I wanted to emphasise the idea of how long the war on Cybertron has been going on for, and just how old this conflict and the people involved actually are. 

Cybertronian Timescale: Long Lives and The Perception of Time 

We think of the Orion Pax / Megatronus stage of their relationship as being relatively brief, which it was in comparison to how long the war has been going on for as of TFP, but these are people who live for centuries. The scope of that is staggering. 

Optimus Prime and Megatron have known each other personally (either positively or negatively) for longer than modern human civilisation has existed. 

So to me, the best way to touch on that idea of time, musically, is to have the first half of the playlist be modern music, remixes, etc. and then the second half is well known and lesser known hits throughout early radio/TV (with many tracks on this playlist pre-dating those forms of media as well). 

What’s on the Playlist, Then?

My grandmother was born in 1914, and her music collection spans nearly 100 years. It’s all good stuff.

I have included some of her favourites, which she always called her “sweetheart jingles”, on this soundtrack. I think many of them work surprisingly well for the Megatronus/Orion Pax relationship.

Many of these songs will probably be unknown by the vast majority of people who might want to listen to this playlist, which is also appealing to me. (I hope if this is your first time hearing some of these, that you enjoy a few of them!)

My parents were born in 1944, and I remember all of the classics they would play; Some of those tracks will be more recognisable as this was the era when radio and TV became far more common and accessible, but I picked the tracks that I think best apply to the pairing and the relationship between the two characters at that point in their lives. 

The link to the playlist is below after some notes on Cybertronian language evolution! 

Quick Thought: Cybertronian Language Over Time and Era Specific Speech Patterns 

While thinking about my grandmother’s music collection as I assembled this playlist, I thought about some of the words and phrases she used commonly that are now totally non-existent in modern conversational English. 

She had what would probably sound to most people like “1930s radio voice” or a more Trans-Atlantic Accent way of speaking; She grew up in the Northeast USA and so she had a very distinctive way of stressing the vowels in words. It’s not just the words themselves, or how they were pronounced, but the tone and pace of speech was also very different. 

This got me thinking about Cybertronians, age, and speech:

Bots as old as Ratchet may have grown up with a totally different spoken language version of Cybertronian, and we already know that there are regional dialects, multiple written forms (glyphs), and era-specific types of Cybertronian language. 

But the way they speak, as I mentioned above with the stressing of vowels and the tone and pace of speech, might still be different due to the different eras, even after language packs/programs are downloaded and updated periodically as needed. We already know Cybertronians have regional accents, so it stands that generational accents would also possibly exist as well. 

Such a difference in speech patterns could possibly be used as a primary indicator of relative age on Cybertron, as physically they don’t age in the sense human beings do. 

Back to the Playlist: Link + Track List + Notes on Audio Prior to 1930

The playlist is here on YouTube. 

Scroll down to get to the second half (oldies section) if that’s what you’re here for! 

Please note that the songs are not arranged in any particular order aside from the first half being newer music and the second half being far older music.

Also note, where original recordings are available on YouTube for some of the older songs, I have used those original recording versions. 

However, keep in mind that there may be a couple seconds of “fuzz” at the top (start) of those older tracks, because they have been recorded from records or wax cylinders, which are formats of music that typically had a “pause” on the track to allow for needle and speed calibration when playing them manually. Modern records don’t do this in quite the same way and nobody uses wax cylinders anymore, but older records typically did. If this bothers you, skip ahead about two seconds or so, and it will resolve. 

Tempo may seem slightly “fast” on two of the tracks due to difficulties with the medium and modern recording tech/methods, and one track has some persistent “fuzz” throughout due to the original recording being rare and therefore it is a “best copy available” type archival recording, but otherwise I’ve managed to find the clearest audio possible for the vast majority of the older songs! 

(Fun music note, the “click track” in modern digital music was partially inspired by the clicking of the needle hitting the “countdown grooves” on old cylinders and records, which creates an audible mild clicking sound as the needle finds the groove and provides time for usually a half rotation or full rotation of the record before the track actually begins to allow for adjustment before the music starts! If the clicking is too fast, dial down the rotation speed, for example. 

This itself was inspired by classical metronomes as well as the actual physical method of playing the music in this way, but it’s cool to see how this persists throughout musical history even now when we don’t need the click for digital production for quite the same reasons/applications. It’s all about timing, no matter the medium or era!)

Due to the method of how some player piano rolls were credited, often by roll company and not by individuals, the actual artist name is often not available for those tracks. Where possible and where known, I have included credits to the artists/musicians. I have done my best to research and find the artists in these recordings. 

I have also included orchestrions and other “automated” music in addition to a player piano track as I think it’s interesting; These are often very old compositions being played on these machines, and as such are designed to reflect the earliest days of their relationship. 

Songs range from the years 1890 to 2021, and I will add more as I manage to find YouTube videos with some of the older songs I’m still looking for. 

By the way, if you need a love song for like an actual partner or crush that you have, I’m just going to say it now and point out that a lot of these classics are great to use in real life for cute purposes. My partner of ten years agrees, and my grandparents were married for over 60 years and sang many of these daily, so obviously something here works well. You’re welcome. ;) 

Below the cut is a track list of the second half of the playlist, as it’s 7 AM and I’d like to emphasise the “classics” section here as it’s the central theme of the concept.

I will add to this list as more tracks are added:

You’re the Top - Cole Porter

What is this Thing Called Love - Leslie Hutchinson 

I Get a Kick Outta You - Cole Porter 

Puttin on the Ritz - Phil Spitalny Orchestra

What a Day - Carl Fenton

Come Fly With Me - Frank Sinatra

Earth Angel - The Penguins

Ring a Ding Ding - Frank Sinatra 

In my Merry Oldsmobile - Billy Murray

Singin in the Rain - Gene Kelly

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Doris Day

Unforgettable - Nat King Cole 

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley 

Good Golly Miss Molly - Little Richard

Bei Mir Bist du Schoen - The Andews Sisters

Shine on Harvest Moon - Ruth Etting 

1920s Dance Sequence from Don’t Knock the Rock

In the Mood -Glen Miller Orchestra

Dream Lover - Bobby Darin 

When the Ragtime Army Goes Away to War (Artist Unknown) 

After You’ve Gone - J. Lawrence Cook 

My Sin (Artist Unknown) 

Flick Flack by Albert Vossen (Unsure; Song + Artist Unknown; Orchestrion) 

Lotosblumen Walzer by E. Ohlsen (Hupfeld Violina) 

Waltz no.2 - Dmitri Shostakovich 

Jupiter - Gustav Holst 

Love Potion no. 9 - The Clovers (Please note, this song mentions the word “g*psy” once in the beginning of the track. Skip this song if you would prefer not to hear it; I have done my best to only include songs that are friendly to the modern listener, but where needed I will make annotations such as this one to ensure nobody has to hear anything potentially offensive, as is unfortunately often the case with older music/lyrics.)

Come a Little Bit Closer - Jay and the Americans 

Sh-Boom - The Crew Cuts

Oh Boy - Buddy Holly

#long post #playlist #megop #megops #cybertronian culture #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #maccadam #maccadams #megatron #optimus prime #orion pax #music #concept playlist #megatronus

[wind-goddess-eri]

Joker’s Wild (Shang Tsung x Reader) Chapter 2

Ok there is a small bit of smut but its more of an manipulation.  soooo yeah. I hope y’all like it.  Joker is a dick and we all know this.

Weeks pass, and everyone eventually forgot about the whole thing that happened. Everyone except for you. It was almost as if a silent spell had been placed over everyone's mind to purposefully forget the incident even happened. For you, dreams, hallucinations and daydreams of The Joker were slowly breaking you down into a slight insanity. Something you hadn't had in a while. The insecurity you felt, as you laid on the ground, you thought, "What did that card mean?"

As you wondered curiously you spaces out. A few moments pass and you heard Mileena's voice, "Hey Y/N, hey Lord Shang." Not knowing Shang Tsung was there, you looked over to meet his smoldering, handsome eyes. You feel somewhat safe now that he is there with you. "Hey, what are you doing here?" you asks Mileena. Mileena merely shrugged at first. "I was walking around and remembered that I had to go get Bi-Han," she replies. That would somewhat explain why Sub-Zero wasn't around right now.

"Oh cool, where is Bi-Han by the way?" you asked.

You notices Mileena rubbing her stomach that is making hunger noises, indicating that she hadn't eaten all day. It was around 3 in the afternoon. "You didn't eat him did you? you asked your friend with a smirk on your face. "NO! He went to get food for all of us."

You and Shang go to her house, which was a block away from where Bi-Han was getting food. It's a decent sized apartment that had 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room and a kitchen. Usually Mileena did the cooking. "Make yourself at home."

"I'm going to take a shower," you tells the sorcerer looking at him with lustful eyes. His mere presence got her hot and going. "Okay dear, I love you," he whispered in your ear. Just as he was about to kiss you his phone rang with an unknown number on it. He turned away to answer it, wondering who it might have been.

You made your way to the bathroom, turned on the shower, got undressed and went in. Then you start to think about her past. A past you didn't want anybody that didn't already know it to know about it. You starts thinking about an old flame that was never put to rest. A flame that matched no other flame she'd felt before, and possibly never would. As the water gently trailed down your breast, going down your stomach, you thought to yourself, "Could this be real?" You go into deep thought, deeper than ever before. Trying to sort out confusion that has set itself in your mind. "I'm scared. What is happening to me?" you whispered to no one in particular, mostly yourself.

As you sits there in the shower, water pouring on your head, drenching your hair and down you back, you pondered. You thought of your life with him. What it was like. It seemed strange and too good to be true. As you sat there, trying to warm up, wet, and alone, you wanted him to be there with you. You opened your eyes and looked up. Three emotions passed your mind: surprise, confusion and anger.

There he was, The Joker, fully clothed, in the shower getting soaked to the bone. His hair was more of a mess than normal. It made you realize why the water wasn't hitting as it should have been. It wasn't directly touching you. You asked The Joker in the order of your emotions, "How did you....?? Where did you...??? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THE SHOWER!!!??"

The Joker looks at you and said, "I've been here...waiting for you. There's no need to be frightened. I am surprised that you didn't notice me," he adds causally. You looked at him in disgust. "I am not ascared of you, okay," you told him, trying to cram two words together; afraid and scared. "You look stressed," he tells you with a condescending tone in his voice.

"Get the hell out of my shower and hand me a towel," you told him a bit pissed. You turned the shower off and held out you arm and Joker hands you the towel. There was no way you were going to finish it with him in there. As you puts the towel on, getting out of the shower you asked him, "How did you get in here?" He simply replies, shrugging as if it were obvious, "The door was unlocked." you thought about it for a minute and very alert you asked with fear behind her eyes, "Where's Shang?"

The Joker was talking to you, trying to convince you to go back with him. His life was just not as chaotic without you, and he lived for chaos, for chaos brought peace and logic, no matter what people said. "Get the hell out of here! Don't do this!" You cried out to anyone who could hear. He wouldn't let you leave the bathroom and you didn't know where or what happened to Shang.

"Come on. It won't hurt. Just remember all the good old times when I would tie you up and have my way with you." He grabs your face with one hand and with the other hand he holds a knife. "Look at me!" He yells at you getting your attention. When you do, you can't move at all. Then he kisses you. He forces his tongue in your mouth...you have no choice but to do this. He stops and he looks at you.

"This is so unnecessary," You say. You looked back and say with a quiver in your voice, unsure on what exactly is happening. He steps forward and kisses you so passionately that your body just gives in. There was no more will to fight him, because in your reality, there never was a chance. In a little part of your mind, you doesn't want this to end. You dropped your towel and wrapped your arms around him.

Quicker than you thought possible, The Joker had managed to strip his jacket off and slowly reveal his purple and green suit. The suspenders were the first thing you had grabbed and tore from his body as his gentle but strong hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt. When that was thrown from his body along with the suspenders, you both went for his pants, rushing to remove his last piece of clothing to at least satisfy the both of them. Socks and shoes would remain, keeping him from actually removing his pants. Of course that would be the last thing that would be in their way, he never wore underpants.

Completely and utterly amazed at his shirtless form, you bore witness to not only the scars he'd gained by living the life that he has always lived by, but also the scars that you'd given him. It confused her as to why something as trivial as hurting him and having the scars to prove it turned you on. Before another thought even crossed your mind, he pushed you down to the floor and crossed the threshold that joined their bodies. For you, the sensation was like it was before; no one would be able to match it because of his uncanny ability to know your very thoughts on the actions they did together. As he penetrates you, you moans and looked at him with pleasure in your eyes. You felt like you was floating as he thrusts, moans and kind of laughs in passion. He'd always done this, mixing business with pleasure. In fact, this probably was business. Last minute business that included sex like no other. Harder and harder he dove into your cave that he'd touched with his light so many times before. Only now, you didn't really belong to him anymore, which made it the forbidden fruit that he needed to take, taste and devour. The last thing you saw before your peak hit was your eyes traveling to from the ceiling to the window, thinking how wrong and bitter sweet this was.

Then Mileena and Bi-Han bust in the door. The Joker was no were to be found. He left a card on the counter top next to the sink. Sub-zero runs over to you, grabbing a towel to cover you with it. Mileena reads the card out load, "You almost caught me. HA HA HA!!!!"

#chapter 2 #jokers wild #fanfic #my writing #n/sfw text #smut #shang tsung x reader #joker #yes that joker #mk11 #mortal kombat

[snarwor]

moon and old stars - chapter 5

Hey it’s been awhile! I had a nasty muscle spasm in my shoulder I’m still recovering from, but like. At least I have wine now. Which apparently is bailey’a for “time to write daddy kink”. cw for spanking/punishments in this chapter, daddy kink overall. AO3 link at the bottom as usual!

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Time moved differently aboard Boba’s ship, doubly so in his quarters. Everything held a strange quality to it, and Din couldn’t go five minutes without starting to compare everything to what he lost on the Razor Crest.

Fuck, the Crest.

“You’re thinking again,” Boba said from above, making Din jolt. He’d thought the man was still asleep. “We’re still in hyperspace. Rest.”

“Can’t exactly shut off the worry,” Din said with a huff, trying not to shuffle uncomfortably on the bed. It was large and well-maintained, nothing like the frayed, flat mattress on the—

“You are thinking too much. Need some help with that?”

For the first time, Din met the calm tone with a surge of frustration.

“You’d rather have me as a thoughtless vegetable?” he said, shoulders seizing up even as he spoke.

There was a pause, too long and meaningful to mean anything other than, excuse me?

The tips of Din’s ears went red, and he swallowed a little roughly. He was thankful for the dim light overhead, just enough not to trip in the dark cabin, but enough to make out Boba’s form as he sat up.

“We can go down this route too, you know,” Boba said evenly, with promise behind every word. The curl of his lips around the rounder syllables always did something to Din’s heart, making it skip a beat or two. Now, his heart was beating quickly, with the impending promise of whatever Boba had in mind. “I’m no stranger to those that wish to test me.”

Test him?

“You mean you’ll punish me,” Din said, all his breath leaving him at once with the realization. Boba held his gaze through the dark, and Din took a shuddering breath.

“If I have to. This is built on respect and trust and rules, jat’ika. I won’t have you breaking them without recourse.”

His curiosity got the better of him. “What kind of recourse?” He didn’t remember a time where his voice felt smaller than it did now.

“Nothing permanent, but you will remember it.” Din shivered, excited about the prospect despite his hesitation. “We will not have to find that out if you cooperate and behave.”

Behave. The word grated on Din just a little bit, making him huff a little. “I’m meant to be a good boy for you all the time, then?”

Boba’s gaze held a glint of amusement, which only aggravated him further. “It’s not about what you’re meant to do, little one. It’s about what you want to do.”

“Then why even do this? Why even try to deal with me if I’m not going to be a kriffing—”

“You will want to think very carefully about your next words, my boy.” Boba’s voice was a vow, a foretelling, and Din was hurtling into the prophecy as easily as gravity. Din swallowed.

“No I don’t.”

The electric quality of the air could have sparked. In one swift movement, Boba had the lights on and was standing, still completely nude, and looming over Din’s side of the bed.

“What’s your word?” Boba asked. His stillness was somehow more threatening in the moment than his swift, lethal movements just before. Din’s breath caught in his throat as he looked up, embarrassment flooding his veins.

“B-beskar,” Din whispered.

“Will you use it if it goes too far?”

“Yes,” Din answered, somehow even softer.

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Good.”

Despite the approval in his words, Boba still pulled him over his lap, exposing his sleep-warm back to the chill in the air. Din made a small noise and squirmed, instinct telling him to squirm away, get himself out of danger. The headiness of skin contact dulled the urge, however. His body greedily accepted the wide thighs pressing into his chest and gut, and to his mortification, his cock gave a valiant twitch of effort.

Nothing got past Boba. “Easy, boy. Keep moving and this will go much worse for you than it already will.”

It was the cool steel in his tone that stilled Din in an instant.

“Keep your hands on my legs. If you scratch me, you will regret it.”

Din just nodded, rendered mute by the whole situation. To his confusion, Boba did nothing, just sat there with one hand on the back of his neck, the other gently moving him into position. Logically, Din knew there was just one direction for this to go, from the exposed state of his backside and his prostrate body. His cheeks burned with anticipation.

“You were behaving very badly for me, boy,” he began. “I do not tolerate that kind of behavior with those I invite to my bed.”

Din’s eyes prickled with unshed tears and a lump formed in his throat. He hung his head, knowing he’d disappointed Boba.

“You will get ten.”

Ten what?

“If you try to block them or move, you will get five more. I expect you to count for me. Is that understood?”

“Elek.”

“Jate.”

Din was trembling. Not in fear, but in anticipation, curiosity still lighting up every nerve in his body. Was he actually about to do this? Kriff, but the disappointment in Boba’s tone made him want to hurl himself out the airlock. At least this would help fix things.

And he certainly wasn’t thinking about anything other than that.

Boba’s hands trailed almost lazily over Din’s back and sides, like he was gentling a frightened beast. A self-loathing part of Din’s mind screamed that he didn’t deserve it, but Din could not hear it through the blood rushing through his ears. His skin sang at every touch, and little by little, he relaxed into the position, almost melted.

And then the first slap to his ass came.

He nearly choked on his tongue, eyes flying open to stare at the floor in shock. It was such a different sensation than the touches Boba had given him before, and it felt like a flash-fire, all-consuming and commanding.

Boba waited until Din got over the initial surprise.

Oh.

“Solus, daddy,” he choked out, fingers flexing around Boba’s ankle.

A hum from above, the only indication of him having heard Din. Boba didn’t think he’d take to this so well, but Din was a man of many surprises, so he should have hoped for the best. Din deserved someone thinking the best of him, anyway.

Boba kept his hand over the rapidly-heating skin of Din’s backside, not rubbing, just feeling the sting there. He gave another slap, making Din jolt again, like he hadn’t been expecting it at all.

“Two…”

“Hm?”

“T’ad, t’ad, ni ceta, ni—”

“Hush, sweet boy.” Boba rubbed a hand up his spine, giving him the touch he so craved, a praise written on every brush of his fingertips. Din shivered, the tremble in his body returning for another reason. Two spanks in, and Boba could already feel the minute movements of Din’s hips, just a little roll of them, desperately seeking friction. Any other time, Boba would have chided him for it, called him on his needy behavior, but it was important that this punishment served its purpose well.

Boba landed the next slap over where he’d put the first, keeping his hand there to feel and knead at the reddening flesh underneath. Din let out a keen. He was a bounty hunter, he had scars littered over his body, but nothing had wrecked him so swiftly, so easily as this.

Din kept counting in Mando’a, and almost broke at number seven. The prickling behind his eyes had turned to complete tears, and like the first time they’d come here, the first time Din had been granted access to Boba’s lap, they fell hard and without end in sight. He hiccupped out a pathetic, “E’tad,” and Boba’s chest ached, watching his little jat’ika fall apart like this.

“I hope you know it hurts me as much as you to do this,” Boba said softly, and the sniffling turned into a sob, a wordless apology into his leg, where Din was clutching desperately. “I know you can be so good for me, little one. I know you can.”

Another slap rang through the room, and Din could hardly spit out the word for it, trembling like he was. He couldn’t even see the pattern in the durasteel floor anymore, his eyes were so full of tears. He pressed his face into Boba’s leg, the scar-smooth skin warm over the hard muscle there.

“Sh’eyn, daddy. Sh’eyn,” he cried.

He was almost hysterical, which brought Boba’s hand back up the tense muscles around Din’s spine in long, slow pets that calmed him back down. They scratched at the nape of his neck, just in the nerve-heavy area there that made Din’s voice go high around his weeping. It anchored him back down, and a squeeze to his leg told Boba that Din didn’t need to use his word.

“There’s just two more, sweetheart. Ner kar’ta, can you take two more?”

“‘Lek, elek…” Din whispered harshly. “I can be good.”

Boba steeled himself against the surge of pride that rushed through his chest at the words. “I know, jat’ika.” He followed with another hard spank, right at the sit-spots where Din would feel it most. He couldn’t waver now, knowing he was what Din needed most right now.

Din would be surprised, later, at how vocal he’d been. He was so soft-spoken and quiet normally, and he knew his throat would be sore from the noises he was muffling into Boba’s leg. His hands shook as he held on, and his voice shook when he spoke. “She’cu, daddy.” His voice had returned to a whisper. Boba knew he was at the end of what he could take, and was relieved he didn’t have to add on any more punishment like he’d threatened to.

“Good boy. So good for me.” Boba took his time, letting Din get back to a steady pulse before laying the last slap down. His poor, sweet boy. He’d be feeling it for a long while.

“T-ta…”

Come on, darling, Boba thought.

“Ta’raysh.”

There’s my boy.

Din melted, no more strength in his body. Boba scooped him up, pulling him back into his arms again. He looked a right mess, tears all over his face and up into his hair, from where he’d been hanging his head while spread over Boba’s lap. His body still shook with the force of his tears. Boba laid little kisses over his face, pressing away the tears and sadness that lingered.

“You did so good for me, jat’ika.” Boba slipped a hand in his hair, pulling his head toward Boba’s neck. In the warm crook of his neck, Din felt safe and sheltered. All he could sense was Boba. There were no other things to think about right then, just him. Slowly, the trembles fizzled out of his body, and left him almost cold.

“Cold, daddy…” Din said softly. He got a kiss to his temple.

“Thank you for telling me. Let’s get you cleaned up and set in bed. You need some rest. Daddy loves you so much, cyare.” Din just nodded at the love laid on him, too out of it to protest. He was carried to the small ‘fresher, and propped up against the wall while Boba cleaned him up.

When Boba wiped away the snot and tears from his face, he made a soft sound of protest, but was shushed by a kiss to his nose, followed by a gentle press of Boba’s forehead against his. It stilled all thoughts and quaking insecurities in his mind, leaving him boneless and floating. He knew, distantly, that he should feel some kind of shame and even pain from the spanking Boba gave him. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, Karga would have said. Even Cara would have looked at him differently, had she known.

But Boba promised, no one else would know about their relationship within Boba’s chambers. Boba had not broken a promise to him yet.

“There’s my beautiful boy,” Boba said when Din was all cleaned up. The punishment had killed his sex drive somewhere along the way, which Din was glad for. He felt more bone-tired than he’d felt in a long time. Boba stole another kiss from him.

“I’m—”

“Hush,” Boba interrupted him. “We’ll talk about it after you’ve gotten some rest, alright?”

Din met his eyes, the first time since challenging him. He saw no disappointment, couldn’t even imagine any lived behind those eyes. Boba was comfortable and relaxed, and for all appearances looked pleased with him. Praise and admonishment hadn’t been able to penetrate past his beskar before, and Boba had managed to worm his way into a very desperate, starving part of his soul, and nursed it back into some level of stability. He didn’t have any kind of protection against this, but… 

Boba had never given him a reason to guard against his advances.

Even through the beating his backside had taken, the rules and the humiliation, Boba had been very careful to protect Din. He’d barked out for the others to turn away back on the Lothal moon, he’d carried him away to safety through the skies, checked and treated him for injuries, and taken him apart to be put back together with unerring ease.

He nodded. “Thank you.”

It was as he fell asleep, drifting in Boba’s arms on the bed, that he realized he felt wholly complete for...the first time. There were no fantasies he could conjure, no scenarios or fleets of fancy, that he could think up without Boba being at the center of them all.

As much as he would have liked to protest and say his first thought was “well, shit,” it wasn’t true. His first thought was “good.”

Read on AO3. | Part 6

#my writing #moon and old stars #star wars fanfiction #mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin/boba fett

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Camp TV Short Story - Guyliner Interest I

Notes: This short story has the majority of the Camp TV casts. So if this AU ever gets adapted into a chronological timeline, some of the characters (except Trenton, Heather, Lindsay and Tyler) may be absent due to elimination as the main possible reason. It also has an alternate plot that is very long. I usually don’t address it as the previous one is very short compared to this story you’re about to read. As I stated earlier, since many characters are present, the main event will be dragged for so long to give space for said casts to have their own moment before the actual event starts. 

Cut confessional/scene means confessional or scene that has never been released to the public because of Chris moderation and the editing crew work. Doesn’t mean it is purely protected from possibility of loss and leakage though.

I don’t know if I want to add Cody when writing this as I’m not sure what kind of personality I want to write him with for this AU.

I usually try my best to do less ‘tell’ than ‘show’ but for some very complicated scenes, I just had to do it because I find it puzzling when I read it myself. Sorry for that. Maybe I could try it for shorter fics in the future if applicable.

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The ending of this first route of this story is rough, at least for me. If you want a more mellow ending, go read the second route of this story. You can skip reading where the altered ending starts (indicated with “///”).

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It’s a fine lovely morning with the birds chirping and the ocean beating the beach sand. Several campers gathered around Lindsay because she made invitations the day before.

“Okay everyone, gather up! We’re going to do something exciting today!” Lindsay announced. “Well as you can see, I first thought this show was gonna be a talent contest. So I brought a lot of makeup leftover. You know what that means?” She added, holding a dazzling makeup pouch. “Makeover!” Katie & Sadie excitedly scream. “Yeah… No.” Lindsay opposes. They aww in disappointment. “Okay technically you’re both right because we all girls are going to make-up the boys here!” She backs up. Katie & Sadie back to their cheerful selves. “Whoa! Is that why we’re all guys here bra? I already bring myself for the groove.” Geoffrey dances a little despite being surprised as he expects a morning party will be going on. “Not all guys, I’m outta here.” Dunc leaves without wasting any second. “Can’t believe I waste precious time for sleep or planning pranks.” He mumbles as he walks away. “Duh, what else is the reason to bring you boys here?

Okay, so now I’m going to assign the pairs for our makeup session.” Lindsay replies. “But wait. Where’s Eva? Owen, and Zeke?” Bridgette interferes. “Eva is on her routine jogging with Zeke. You know, to let him get around the outdoor world. Not sure about Owen though.” Lindsay shrugs. “Alright, let’s begin! Ahem, ahem. Lewshana, you’re with Harold.” she continues. “Yesss. A makeover by a beautiful woman. What a lucky day!” Harold makes a yes hand gesture with a happy grin and glimpses at Lewshana. She naturally rolls her eyes, hands on hips and shakes her head. 

“Katie, Justin.” Lindsay assigns the next pair. Sadie gasps. “But I wanna make up Justin too!” “Too bad that I just got lucky to give him the best makeup ever.” Katie sneers. “How dare you!” Sadie was irritated. “Ladies please, calm down. I don’t like to see you two best friends fighting over someone handsome like me.” Justin puts both his hands on Katie and Sadie then pulls them closer to him. “You see, I have two faces, and by that I mean the right side and the left side. Sadie can do my right and Katie can do my left side. What do you say?” He makes peace between the girls. “Deal.” They both agreed satisfiedly.

Lindsay shakes her head and rolls her eyes seeing the girls’ instant tension. “Beth, you and DJ.” She points at both Beth and DJ. “Nice. We’re so going to have so much fun!” Beth utters and high-five DJ, he smiles. “ … Bridgette, hm… you’re with…” She taps her right index finger on her chin while she tries to pick either Geoffrey or Trenton, the boys left for options. Geoffrey is a bit panicked because he wishes to be paired with a particular girl. Meanwhile Trenton is just static as he’s not seeing what’s befalling him, same as Bridgette. Heather contrarily bites her lips. Nervous about the possibility of Lindsay’s choice. “Geoffrey.” Lindsay finally picks her choice. “YESSS!” Geoffrey shouts excitedly and jumps to the air as high as he could. Bridgette raises her eyebrows at him. Totally confused with his reaction. Heather gawking at Lindsay’s selection.

“Wait, so that leaves me with-” Trenton speaks under his breath. “Heatherrr!~ You go with Trenton.” Lindsay says. “WHAT? NO!!” Trenton objects. Heather hugs herself and takes a few steps away from him. “Aww, come on. If you go then who’s Heather gonna put makeup on?” Lindsay insists. “Well uhh, Tyler’s there.” Trenton points at Tyler who stands beside Lindsay from the start. “Sorry man. I just can’t do that.” Tyler declines. “What the? Then why are you here then?” Trenton perplexes. “I’m Lindsay's assistant for today. Never heard of makeup assistants?” Tyler states. “Well, to be fair, nope. I don’t.” Trenton replies. “You’re one poor guy. That’s why you need a makeover. C’mon, light up your face! The world would looove to see it.” Lindsay persuades with a sweet smile on her face. “Really?” Trenton feels a little delighted. Lindsay and Tyler smile and nod in sync. “Ahahaha, alrighty then.” Trenton complies. “Everyone! All of you can choose your spot around this area. Call me and Tyler whenever you’re done alright.” Lindsay says to all campers. After the grouping segment, all the participating campers took their spot facing each other. The girls get assorted makeup tools that they can trade with others or Lindsay later on.

“Sadie no, not there. Here. Katie, you dab a little lighter there.” Justin half-complains to make sure the makeup won’t ruin his looks while Katie and Sadie happily put blush and eyeliner on him with glittery eyes.

Lewshana suddenly stops from working as something is ticking her off. “What’s wrong, Lewshana? Are you alright?” Harold asks worriedly. “Oh yes I am until you keep smiling at me non-stop! It’s creeping me out.” She tells him what’s bothering her for minutes. “Ah sorry… It’s hard to resist when seeing such a magnificent woman like you this close.” He apologizes, rubs hands in guilt. She smiles pleasingly with raised eyebrows seeing him like that. “Just... keep still until I say I’m done. Okay, dreamy guy?” She tries to compromise with his silly behaviour. “Anything for you~” He willingly agrees.

“It’s been quite long since I put makeup on others. So I’m not sure which blush colour suits you hmm.” Beth being indecisive determining the suitability of DJ’s skin tone with the several colours available on the blush palette. “This one.” He casually points at one of the colours available on the blush palette with a friendly smile. “Wow, how did you know right away? Oh oh. Teach me! Teach me!” She was amazed by his confidence. “Of course. I can makeup you too if you want.” He gladly replies. “Yes please!” She gleefully accepts his offer.

“So Bridgette right? How long have you been surfing?” Geoffrey tries his best to spark some chatting time with Bridgette in an attempt to get to know her more. “I’ve been surfing since I was a little girl. My parents are such advocates for appreciating nature, saving wildlife and enjoying the breeze of the ocean. For short, it’s in my blood.” She proudly answers. “That’s awesome bra! Maybe we could surf the next day or whatever.” Geoffrey invites her by chance. “Sure, why not?” She’s being the same mind as him. “Cool.” He  says shortly.

Trenton slouches on his seat while Heather fakes her excitement getting him as her partner with a split-second insincere smile. They both groan as soon as they meet eye to eye. “What an unfortunate day.” She throws her head back. “I was about to say the same.” He acknowledges her frustration. She calmly breathes. “Let’s… get this over alright?” “Okay.” He replies shortly with no enthusiasm.

While the others are busy with their makeup business, Owen comes to the scene with brownies smeared on his mouth. “Owen!~ Where have you been? I thought you wouldn't come.” Lindsay welcomes Owen. “Hello guys! Sorry for coming late hahaha. I've just finished my mission just now.” He claims. “You mean stealing brownies from Chef's kitchen?” Tyler notices the thing on Owen’s mouth. “Oops!” Owen wiped his mouth. “Hehehe, please don’t tell him. Or he’s gonna kill me! I mean, who could resist those delicious brownies?! The chocolate, the chunks, the yumminess!” He then starts to weep in fear. “Alright alright, we promise. Now that you’re here, why don’t you join the rest doing makeup?” Lindsay pats his back gently. “Did you say makeup? Ohh, I love makeup!” He claps lively. “Lindsay! We’re donee!~” Katie and Sadie finish their task. "Nice. Show me your work girls!” Lindsay encourages. “We presenting you, ... JUSTIN!!!” They proudly reveal Justin with makeup on. Lindsay & Owen ogle Justin’s beauty. Their view filled with imaginary hearts and sparkles on Justin. Tyler gasps. “Wonderheart!” He was annoyed with Lindsay’s reaction. Lindsay snapped out of her dreamy world. “Oops, sorry. But that’s what makeup does, Tyling. Maybe you could have some makeover on you?~” She teases her lover. He pushes both his palms towards her. “Uh, maybe save that for later, or never.” He anxiously rejects her offer. “Guys, I don't want to cut the scene but uhh can I see my face now?” Justin slips in. “Whoops! Sorry Justin.” Katie & Sadie give him a mirror. “Hmm, not bad. Could do a little more work here and there but this will do.” Justin comments. “Yayyy!” They gleefully cheer. Katie, Sadie and Justin go their own way after Lindsay takes a picture of them three. “Hey Owen, you can join us here. DJ is reaaally good at makeup. Look at me!” Beth invites Owen. “Wow! You look gorgeous, Beth! Maybe Justin will notice me more with cool makeup on me. I’m on your way guys!” He dashes to Beth and DJ.

“Geoffrey…” Bridgette sighs deeply. “What is it?” He concernedly asks. “I’m sorry... Like very sorry.” She apologizes all of a sudden. “What’s wrong?” He put hands on her shoulders. “I’m just… Not good at this makeup thing.” She shamely covers her face. He gently holds her hands trying to calm her down. “Aww Bridge, I’m sure people gonna like it.” He notices Lindsay and Tyler that are sauntering while checking on pairs that are still working on their makeup. “Hey look! It’s them. C’mon, show them your makeup skill.” He convinces her. “Are you sure? B-but you don’t even look at your face yet.” She opposes him. “I don’t need to look at it to know that you're very talented bra.” He assures her with a bold grin. She smiles sweetly.

--- Confessional ---

“Wow, this is the first time someone who barely knows me praises me for something other than surfing. It’s like-” Bridgette says joyfully then takes a quick breath. “-a fresh breath of air!” She continues.

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“Lindsay! Tyler! We’re hereee!” Geoffrey waves with both arms up high.* Lindsay and Tyler walk together to them. They hold their laugh halfway when they get a close look at Geoffrey. “What’s so funny dude?” Geoffrey asks. Truly curious of their reaction. “Your face my man. Very funny.” Tyler replies and takes a pic without Geoffrey and Bridgette ready. “This is a gold comedy.” He adds. “Funny? Don’t you mean beautiful?” Geoffrey tries to be as positive as he can. “Perhaps you have to take a look for yourself.” Lindsay lends Geoffrey a mirror. Geoffrey quickly becomes wordless but screams terrifyingly as he terrorizes with what he sees. He then glances at Bridgette. She slumps her shoulders. Looking down with frown seeing his reception on her makeup work. “Bridge. … I-” He tries to console her but she collects tears in her eyes in flash.  After that, she covers her face then runs away in embarrassment. “Bridgette? Bridgette! Argh, I messed up!” He regrets his actions. Possibly mad at himself as well.

Lewshana brushed a few last strokes on his face. “Mmm mmm! I think the cooking is ready now!” She speaks satisfiedly. “You can cook while doing makeup? Wow, what a superwoman you are!” Harold was amazed by her supposed abilities. “That means I’m done with the makeup, Funky Guy.” She corrects his statement. “Oh, so my face is like food? If it is, is it delicious?” He says in pure enthusiasm. She facepalms as he takes her words too seriously. “Hey you two over there! I’m all done with this dreamy white boy. So what do we do now hmm?” She calls out Lindsay and Tyler that happen to arrive nearby. “Wow, Lewshana! Your makeup is so... fantasy-like I’d say. In a good way of course.” Lindsay comments and Tyler nods along. “Is that true? Let me see my face first for confirmation. Even though I will say it’s perfect anyway.” Harold was eager to see the makeup. Lindsay passes him the mirror in her makeup pouch. “Woooowwww. I look…. like… a beautiful princess!” Harold is so amazed that he subconsciously enters his fantasy world while imagining himself in a beautiful dress and Lewshana in knight suit. He then kneels down and holds both her hands with pleading eyes. “Oh Lewshana, would you be my knight in shining armour, protect me from those mad dragons?” He points at Lindsay and Tyler. “HEY!” Lindsay and Tyler exclaim but less serious as they know he is just goofing around. Lewshana laughs amusingly at Harold's unscripted skit. “Your imagination is truly something sugar.” She pinches his cheek playfully. “Cut cut! Acting's over hehehe.” Lindsay claps an imaginary clapper meanwhile Tyler is ready with the camera. “Camera will be rolling for the next pic. Pose and say cheese in 3,2,1!” She counts with her fingers. Lewshana and Harold pose and smile accordingly, arm on each other’s shoulders. Harold has a big grin of proudness in the shot particularly.

Bridgette stumbles upon Geoffrey while trying to collect herself at the beach. “Sorry. Oh, umm. What are you doing here?” Geoffrey apologizes for the incident between them earlier and asks in concern. “You know, just umm, getting some time to cool off a little?” She replies. “Cool. Can I join?” He says. “Sure.” She says shortly. They sit down together on the sandy beach. Trying to dim their tension. “Sorry about that. ... You know?” He starts after a couple seconds of silence. She shakes her head. “I know I’m kinda being dramatic and because of that, I owe you an apology. So, I am sorry. I knew you did that just to be nice and stuff, but that's not an excuse to not improve myself. Next time, try to be honest with yourself, alright?” She nudges him. “A-are you sure about that?” He stutters. Unsure he hears things right. “Of course. We all humans have flaws. The difference is some people are more open about it, some people are not. Others might lie, and the rest never notice it. Well... maybe until someone else points it out.” She lectures humbly. “Whoa. That’s a lot of word bra! Might take me awhile to understand it.” He massages his forehead. She giggled and pats his shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll get it eventually.” “If you say so.” He chuckles. They next exchange slow eye blink and charming smiles.

DJ, Beth and Owen are happily sharing moments together with the makeup time. “Y’all seems so alive here. What’s the buzz all about?” Lindsay asks sportively. “Of course hahaha. Look at me! I’m beautiful!.” Owen answers. “Wow! DJ, you’re soooo going to be my makeup assistant!” She shrieks excitedly.

--- Confessional ---

“I secretly played with my Mama’s makeup one time. One day, I got caught. Thought I was gonna get punished but I ended up getting a makeup lesson from her.” DJ puts some blush on his cheeks with a proud smile.

---

Tyler gasps. “Wonderheart!” He was a little jealous. “Aww, of course you’ll always be my first and forever, Tyling. *Lindsay gently strokes his chin. “Hehehehe okay~ Alright, everyone. Get in your place and ready for a shot.” He gives in and sets up the camera for another shot. DJ, Beth and Owen all make peace signs and delightful grins as a trio unity. Tyler flashes the camera. “There, all done. I think we can call it a day now. Great job everyone!” He gives a thumbs up. The trio makes the same gestures back as a reply. “Is it though? I feel like we forgot someone. … Or sometwo?” Lindsay tries to track back their list of the makeup event participants. “Who could it be? Hmm…” Beth slips in. “Well, I saw Justin, Katie, Sadie, Geoff- Ah huh! Now remember. Did you?” Lindsay then turns to Tyler. “… Oh…” He pauses for a couple seconds and nods. “But before that can we take a break under the tree there? All the walking makes me a bit tired.” He says. “Aww, of course Tyling. Bye you three. See ya later!~” Lindsay and Tyler hold hands and casually leave the trio after they finish and return her stuff.

“What took you so long, porcupine?! I already can feel like we’re definitely the last one to finish.” Trenton whines. “Excuse me but this is a work of ART, greasy hair. Of course it’s going to be long to finish. Just shut your mouth and eyes so that my job will be done in a minute. Sheesh!” Heather replies sharply. “Urgh, fine!” He rolls and closes his eyes and mouth. “Phew!” After a couple minutes, Heather wipes her forehead with the back of her hand. “Your face is one big wall but this will be worth it.” She was satisfied with her work. “Whatever, can I see my face already? He asks dryly. “Sure thing!” *Passes him a mirror while holding her laugh.

/// ENDING 1 ///

“Wha-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FACE!???” Trenton screams hysterically, seeing his face resembling what he was terrified of as a kid. “Give a makeover that you deserve!” Heather burst out a laugh as soon he was horrified by his so-called new look. “You kidding me!? I look like a mime!!!” He shouts ragingly. “Okay, what about it hmm?” She replies with a sassy voice. “Do you know how much I hate mime?!” He furiously asks. “Judging from your face, I just so happen to know it now.” She boldly faces him. “You give me bad makeup, I give you bad makeup!” He angrily snatches eyeliner from her hand while threatening her. She gasps and fastly snarls. “Oh no you don’t!!!”

Somewhere nearby Trenton and Heather, Zeke was huffed slowly stopping from running. “Who told you to stop pipsqueak?! I’m not slowing down all day just to see you being lazy!” Eva runs and shouts far behind him. “But my legs are starting to cramp! Ah!!!!” He tiredly sits and massages his legs. “That’s because you don’t warm up correctly! I already warned you but you don’t listen!” She reprimands of his carelessness. He suddenly hears some commotion. “Did you hear something?” She eventually stops from her running. “Now that you’re mentioning it, yes I do. I wonder where it came from?” She wonders, scanning her left and right. “I think it’s coming from over here.” He directs her to the sound source. Zeke and Eva instinctively hide behind a huge growing tree. They’re seeing Trenton and Heather fighting tooth and nail. “Great. Now the angry pants are making a show.” Eva puts hands on her hips and rolls eyes. “But I’m enjoying it.” She adds with snickers. “Uhh aren’t we gonna check them if they’re just playing around? They look serious, like that one couple who fight to death on the TV.” Zeke anxiously persuades her to check the fighting duo. “Nah, I’m sure they’re good.” She brushes him off confidently. This makes him stare at her in concern and worry.

Trenton hardly grips her shirt and pulls her closer to him with his other hand ready with eyeliner, held in a way to attempt stabbing it to her eyes. Heather grabs his arm with the eyeliner and hardly pushes it far enough for her jaw to open and presses his arm with her teeth solidly. He is only barely able to scratch her face with the eyeliner and throws it aside as his plan fails. In no time he pulls his bitten arm away to let it free from her jaws grip. After that he used the other arm to try snatching a bottle of white foundation that rolled nearby to continue his messing-up-her-face mission. Out of rage adrenaline, she swings her leg high and near his head with her front leg (read: high roundhouse kick). He hastily grasps her motionful leg, causing a huge pushing impact on his side face and losing body balance in split-second.

“Wait a minute, that’s illegal! Zeke, I think you’re right. We need to do something.” Eva is fancy watching Trenton and Heather like they're amateur wrestlers for a couple seconds until she realizes they did some illegal moves in wrestling. “Oh now you’re agreeing.” He crosses arms and sulks. “We have no time to waste, pipsqueak. Go get help and FAST!” She raises her voice up. “Then what you’ll be doing?” He asks, dissatisfied of her sudden direction. “I stay here because I’m your instructor. Now go go go!” She commands sternly. Having no much choice siding him, he sighs then runs in order to find someone nearby for the emergency. “HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!!!” He screams. “Who’s that?” Lindsay heard Zeke but unsure whose voice it was. “Sounds like Zeke. Looks like he’s in trouble.” Tyler dashed towards Zeke as Zeke is soon seen by him from far away and Lindsay tags along. “Hey dude, you look hurried. Is there anything we can help?” Tyler asks worriedly. “They. Fight. Real. Argh, I have no time to explain, just follow me!” Zeke rushes back to where he and Eva saw Trenton and Heather while the couple tail him from behind. They’re very shocked to see a huge altercation between Trenton and Heather. Without a question, Tyler impulsively joins Eva giving an extra hand to drag raging Trenton away from Heather. Meanwhile Lindsay and Zeke lock Heather’s arms and abdomen to avoid more injuries than they already had.

“YOU! What are you so mad about?! Did you know you could kill her in any second?” Eva scolded him. “What if that’s what I wanna do...” Trenton growls, glaring both Eva and Tyler intensely. They’re bulging their eyes of terror as they don’t get to see much of his face while the two are fighting because his hair covers most of it. “I was about to ask that too. Ahahahahahaha… haha… ha...” Tyler tries to break the silence with awkward laughter.

--- Confessional ---

“I swear, if Eva and I lose our grip for one second, Heather would definitely be a dead beaten meat in no time with Trenton in that much anger!” Tyler shudders remembering the incident.

---

Heather collapsed as soon as Trenton was far away from her. “A-are you okay, Heather?” Lindsay gets Heather up sitting on the ground and patting her back. “Other than my face smeared with bonus makeup, I’m alright… I think…” Heather says, seeing her injuries inflicted by Trenton’s massive rage. Some part of her was satisfied but other part felt it was wrong of her for causing him to do so. “Don’t guys are not supposed to wear makeup?” Zeke slips in. “No, you get that wrong, Zeke. Trust me, once you see DJ’s makeup work, you’ll change your mind.” Lindsay puts a hand on his shoulder and the other hand wipes the air. He nods in trying to understand Lindsay’s statement. “So if what you’re saying is true, that means YOU’RE the one who gives the wrong kind of makeup to him.” He points to Heather. Heather gasps in shock. “What? No! It’s a work of art. He’s the one who can’t appreciate it. You too!” She crosses her arms, looking away. “Then why would he be so mad?” He sighs as he gets tired because he had too much information to digest in one go. Something that is still new to him due to him being homeschooled where he was taught things slowly one by one. “You know what, suit yourself. I’m outta here. Geez…” He’s so done for the day and walks away. Lindsay shakes her head seeing them two.

--- Confessional ---

“I can’t believe that even the homeschool boy said my makeup sucked! Why am I surrounded with uncultured people? Arghhhh!” Heather rants in dissatisfaction with “everyone” trying to burn her down.

---

--- Cut Confessional ---

“Yes, correct and A+. I know the fight is gonna happen. Too bad I don’t get to take some shots of them. Actually, I do plan to mess up with other Gophers beforehand but putting Trenton and Heather together is easy instant drama. Stab the surface then ambush the interior! Ahhahahahahah! But to be fair, Heather is the one who gave him the makeup. She digs her own grave. Not me.” Lindsay disclosed the essence of the incident.

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Later in the evening, Trenton knocks the girls’ cabin door. Coincidentally, Lindsay is the one who opens the door. “Oh.” She says half-surprised. “Lindsay hey! Good that you’re here. Well, umm I want to say that err I’m very sorry about this morning. I don’t mean to ruin your makeup tools.” With his back slightly down, a hand brushing his nape and eyes on the floor, he politely apologized. “Aren't you supposed to say sorry to Heather?” She low-key tries to stir his mind but actually curious with his reaction as well. “Maybe for the later time. Besides, she left me all these marks and bruises.” He gently brushes his bandaged arm. “Man, that girl is something grr! I don’t think I even want to talk to her for a couple days unless I reaaally have no other choice.” He complains. “Understandable. I would be mad too if I get horrible makeup done on my face… She nods in understanding his difficulty. He then bitterly smiles. “So what do you say?” “Alright alright, forgive you. Besides, my stuff's all fine. Don’t sweat it. I worry more about your injuries here. It looks ... so serious.” She inspects his covered wounds half-worried knowing that she’s part of the cause. “Yeah… Umm, can I ask you something?” He tries to change the topic. Not wanting to keep dwelling about it. “Sure what is it?” She goes along. He scans his surroundings and beckons after that to whisper his request to her. She simply nods to what he's whispering about.

Skipped to the next day. Almost all campers except for one are already gathered around Chris. At this point they’re hoping for the last camper to join them as soon as possible or the challenge will not be started. Impatience started to get into Eva. “What took him so long??! Urgh! I swear if he doesn’t turn up in the next second, I’ll-” “Sorry for making you wait awhile, Miss Eva, and everyone.” Trenton interrupts while catwalks towards them. “Oh, you again... No wonder.” Eva sighs gladly that she doesn’t have to wait any longer. “Yeah… Hey, thanks for yesterday, and you three too. I owe you guys a lot.” Trenton thanks Zeke, Lindsay and Tyler with smiles and keeps walking. All other campers stare at him with assorted reactions. “Whatever”, weirded out, curious, wonder, and even impressed, all jumbled in.

“Well, well, well. What we have here hmm?” Chris asks. So puzzled with Trenton’s new style. “I just got a new routine. That’s all.”  Trenton shrugs. “Yeah yeah. I can see that. Make sure to beat the clock next time dude, the clock is still ticking when you’re not walking.” Chris taps his watch that is hugging his left wrist. “Heheh alright.” Trenton replies shortly. “Man, you’re looking like you have an attitude with that face, and the bandages too.” Duncan sportively taunts. “Oh Dunc! I already had that actually. But only for a PARTICULAR person. You know who.” Trenton smashes Dunc’s words including a smirk. “Haha, Nice one.” Dunc was thrilled with Trenton’s wit. Trenton then seeks for remaining seats. He feels disappointed as no other seat other than next to Heather. Eventually, he reluctantly sits beside her.

“Well, well, well…” Heather tries to needle him but he quickly snarls in front of her. “Okay, okay. I-I’ll give you some space.” She pushes palms towards him and slides herself slightly away from him. “… I’m sorry alright…” She looks down and brushes her arm with guilt. He only blows steam through his nose and rolls eyes. Not in the mood to respond to anything from her.

--- Confessional ---

“Yesterday's event was very harsh with all these hurties, but it inspires me to start having a new look. You know, trying something new hahaha. All thanks to Lindsay.” Trenton pulls out an eyeliner, presumably given by Lindsay from his trouser pocket. “... Okay maybe porcupine as well urgh!” He finally admits begrudgingly.

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#total drama #camp tv #camp tv trenton #camp tv heather #td trent #td gwen #td gwent #trent x gwen #trenton x heather #heathton #camp tv short story #camp tv island #camp tv otherway #syahazart #wacom intuos art #clip studio paint #the cursive L at Lindsay's mirror is a total LUCK #like one stroke of perfection like WHAT #also I now I realized why the mime at Island has bluish tone for his white makeup ahahahhahaha

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Remus Lupin was not pleased in the slightest. He’s not one to go to these type of places but Lily had convinced him clubbing might be a good way to release some stress.

Usually, he didn’t listen to his best friend and roommate but it’s been a hellish week and he really needed something to pick him up. The full moon last Sunday had been so bad he missed three days of work the following days, which prompt his fed-up boss to finally fire him. Remus couldn’t really blame him, after all, he did miss so many days of work per month with called in sick days but short of telling the older man about his condiction could prove he needed those sick days.

Remus felt terrible when he had to tell Lily he would not have enough for the rent and his Wolfsbane potion again. She assures him it alright but he saw the way her eyes had strain obviously thinking of her own financial problem. Lily wasn’t exactly dirt poor like Remus but her interest in studying advanced potions forced her to get an unpaid internship and a part-time job as a waitress in a muggle restaurant which made supporting them on her lonesome impossible.

Lily’s parents stop sending money the day she refused to web a muggle man and had all but cut her out of their lives upon learning her ex-lover. Apparently, being a witch was much more acceptable than being bisexual.

Muggles just couldn’t keep their priorities right. What did it matter who their daughter loved as long as she was happy right?

Remus needed to find a job and soon.

He was going to buy the Wolfsbane potion tonight, from his secret supplier. The only way for Remus not to get outed as a werewolf was to buy it underground even if it cost a little more. Being outed as a Dark Creature is much worse than being on the streets.

At least the later he could somehow claw his way back to a stable livelihood even if it took him years, the former would set his life in stone. A very cruel and cold stone.

Which was why he was hyper-aware of his heavy wallet disappearing from his back pocket seconds after it vanished. He needs to buy that potion tonight. And the money was missing.

Alarm Remus, look everywhere attempting to find the thief among all the dancing bodies. It was hard to see anyone clearly, the dark lights only allowing him to see slight outlined shadows. Thank goodness his nose was able to find his friends. Marlene and  Dorcas were at the bar, laughing and flirting with one another (He gave them three more weeks before they broke and started dating) while Lily was being chatted up by some bloke in glasses.

Remus made eye contact with her very briefly and she nearly excuses herself from the guy when she saw the panic in his face but he shook his head indicating she could stay. After his slight fright, Remus was able to calm once locating his companions his mind clear enough to realize he may not know the scent of the thief but he knew his own scent.

His wallet left a trail among the sweat and alcohol in the air which he followed all the way to the male bathroom. With the door closing behind him, the loud bass of the music dulls just enough for his super hearing picking up the sound of paper being shift.

Taking some quick sniffs Remus realize his wallet was inside this room still and the paper sound must be someone counting his money. With the full moon just a few days away his emotions were all over the place, and light a light switch rage suddenly flickered into his mind.

Remus kicked the stall door open.

It took longer then he likes, he could usually intimidate people because on some level they sense that he wasn’t quite human, but the idiot that robbed him wasn’t being cooperative. He spent must of the time Remus threaten staring with a red face and daze eyes. Maybe he was on some kind drug?

Shame, he was kind of attractive.

“Remus!” Lily shouts over the music the moment she spokes him leaving the bathroom “Remus, are you still sober?”

The werewolf rolls his eyes fondly. His irritated temper cooling just a bit. “Yes. We agree I would be the designated diver tonight. Why? Do you want to leave?”

He couldn’t keep the hopeful tone out of his voice. Remus was tired of this place, the crowd made him uneasy, the music gave him a headache and he was still slightly steaming about the bathroom encounter.

“Yes!” Lily shouts, bouncing on her heels.  “We can get the other two and go.”

Other two? He didn’t understand. Marlene came in her own car and she always offered Dorcas a ride since they lived in the same area. Still, he nodded, assuming perhaps Dorcas managed to get Marlene to take a few shots which meant Remus had to drive them. He didn’t mind much, as long as he made it on time to meet with his dealer.

Gosh, that sounded like he had a drug problem.

“Alright, let’s go. Grab them and meet me at the front.”

He chooses not to tell Lily about the pickpocket incident. Maybe because he didn’t want to worry, her unnecessary or maybe because he didn’t want to ruin her night. Or maybe it’s because he was ashamed? Whatever the case, he lets her wander into the crowd heading for the exit.

He breaks the door with a deep sigh, happy to be out of the overwhelming crowd. There are a few people outside but it’s easier to handle. His advance senses always made going out a bit difficult. Some people couldn’t hear, smell or see everything he could.

His ears are still ringing from that stupid dance music.

Sighing Remus drags his feet to the car. He always gets the car and picks the girls up from the door, since it’s safer for them then walking into a darkened parking lot. Not to say it’s safe for Remus but the man was fairly confident in his fighting skills also he always suspected the girls were just lazy.

Pulling to the entrance he spots Lily’s bright hair, but their friends are nowhere in sight and she jumps into the car with a quick. “Don’t be mad.”

Instantly he’s on guard. “What did you do?”

Before she can answer, a stranger opens his back car door. Remus watches a man with glasses, the same one that talked to Lily for almost the past hour,  climb in with a wide smile. “Hi, I’m James and this is my friend Sirius.”

His brown eyes take in the man that apparently has been invited back to their place without permission and then switch over to the friend, only to find familiar silver eyes staring back at him in wonder.

It was the wallet thief!

“Mr. Gourgous Brown Hair! It’s you!” The guy gasps then shut his jaw turning a bright red. He seems to not have meant to say that out loud while James’ already wide grin turns smug.

Remus gapes at Lily. “What did you do!?”

“Now, now, James and Sirius are just coming over for some coffee. Nothing more.” Lily defends. “I thought you might like to get to know someone, and when James said his friend fancy men I knew it could be a chance at love for -!”

“Get the hell out of my car!” Remus sneers cutting her off. He twists around, hand fumbling for the hunting knife he keeps in his car and banishes it out in case Lily accidentally put them in a dangerous situation. “I’m not taking you fucks anywhere! Get out!”

“Remus!” Lily screams appalled.

“Whoa whoa, he’s got a knife! Mate, please don’t kill us!” James screams leaning away from the blade with wide eyes.

Sirius’s already red face turns more awe if a little weary as he too leans away. “Um..is this about me stealing your wallet?”

“Stealing his what!?”

“Shush Lily.” Remus tells her without taking his eyes off the two threats. “Yes, it’s about you trying to steal my wallet! Get out! I won’t have you wanna-be murders knowing where we live!”

“I’m really sorry about that-”

“You stole someone wallet Padfoot, what is wrong with you-”

“I have pepper spray! I’ll spray the lot of you, get out of our car-”

Three different voices scream at once. Remus can’t decide who he should answer but he does feel better Lily is now pointing a small circular can with the promise pepper spray at the two men who are frozen in his car. He sneers at the thief- Sirius if that’s his real name- who looks both frighten and...infatuated? What kind of people did Lily pick up!?  

“If you don’t leave right now I will cut you!” He screams making some quick slashing motions with his hunting knife just to add more effect.

“We’re leaving!” James squeaks. He makes a slightly sadden glance at Lily who’s hand evens the can at him with narrow eyes. “I wish this had gone differently. But..Sirius the failsafe.”

Sirius’ face clouds over with sadness that makes Remus really worried and he grips his knife handle more tightly. He notices both men suddenly grab something from their jackets- a gun!? A knife!?- and pull out...wands?

These two are wizards. He thinks in shock. He watches them light up in preparation to use memory charms, he recognizes color and hand motion but before they could activate the magic or Remus could launch forward to make due on his promise Lily panics.

(Later, if you ask her, Lily will admit that she hadn't noticed them holding wands instead she thought they pulled out guns and thought they planned on murdering her and her roommate.)

She screams while pressing the button to harshly, her magic accidentally ripping the lid off with her scared emotions and the car fills with Peper Spray.  

“MY EYES! MY EYES! WHAT IS THIS!?”

“FUCK I CAN TASTE IT! PADFOOT IT’S IN MY THROAT!”

“AHHHHHHHH!”

“I’M GOING TO CUT YOU ALL!”

Someone calls the muggle cops and the four get dragged off to the holding cell with red watery eyes and burning skin. In all the drama, Remus forgets about his Wolfsbane potion meeting.

This later comes to bite him in the ass.

#dabblecentral #The Wrong Sort of First Meeting Starters meme #Wolfstar #Jily #Cursing and swearing #Weapons #Remus is always down to fight #He always reading to cut people #James is freaking out #Sirius is freaking out #Everyone thought the other pair were muggles. #(I know my tags said they all went in the car home but then I realize how stupid that would be of Remus) #(Like he's not going to invite someone who attempted to mugg him home???) #Part 2 #Giving this au a name #I stole your wallet please love me Au

[trevardes]

Keep that breathless charm (hankcon)

1900 words of Connor feeling very confusing things for Hank. Set after the Nest Mission. Title from The way you look tonight. Also on Ao3. For @ccrescentscar <3

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Keep that breathless charm

Connor looks at Lieutenant Anderson and feels conflicted.

That in itself is an oxymoron; should be an oxymoron, a statement so outrageously impossible that it should collapse under its own weight. It should, but it doesn’t. Connor, an android made to be inhuman and immovable, looks at Hank Anderson, this man, this human, and feels.

Anderson’s facial expression is closed off, the corners of his mouth tight and his gaze downcast. His hand rests on the steering wheel, the key in the ignition turned and the car’s motor running, but Anderson doesn’t drive. He sits there, quiet, lost in thought. He seems unreachable, far away even though he’s sitting right there, close enough to touch. Connor is excellent at reading people, his programming covers a wide range of expressions and all of their possible indications. He’s had more training in this than any other android, and his system as a whole is geared towards understanding and analyzing humanity. It is not often that he has this much trouble understanding someone’s surface emotions, especially if he’s situated this close to them.

Right now he is having problems though, and it unsettles him. Anderson is thinking about something, thinking hard, but beyond this realization, Connor has no idea what’s going on inside his head.

Honestly, he’s not quite sure what’s going on inside his own head, either.

The image of Anderson hanging off the ledge of the roof is etched deep into Connor, still sending a weak spike of distress through him when he thinks of it. It was a split second decision to help him, and there was no question that Connor would, even though Anderson had a high probability of surviving on his own. Helping him cost Connor the deviant, cost him the mission, but in that moment it ceased to matter. Connor weighed his options and reflexively chose the one that would ensure Anderson’s safety.

Now that Connor returns to the scene in his mind, he begins to question his actions. Anderson is in good enough physical condition that he could very well have pulled himself up without assistance, and Connor could have caught the deviant. There was just this… pull, towards Anderson, to save him, to keep him safe. It’s there even now, when Connor looks at the lieutenant’s unreadable profile. An anomaly, a malfunction somewhere in the code that he’s made of, a stark positive instead of a cool, indifferent negative. A tilt towards something, when everything about him should be flat and neutral.

“Lieutenant Anderson”, Connor says, attempting a calm tone. It works to a satisfactory degree, but he does indeed have to actively try and make it that way, and that is jarring. His voice comes out exactly like it always does, clear but a little soft at the edges. It sounds too loud in the quiet, still air inside the car.

“Yeah?” Anderson says, still not looking at Connor.

“Is something wrong?” Connor inquires, quieter this time. He tries for a kind and open tone. It comes out falsely intimate, and a quick frown flashes across Connor’s face. He immediately runs a diagnostic of his voice box and it’s programming, but comes up with no clear reason for the strange lapse. Nothing there is in need of repair, nothing is out of place.

“You seem quiet”, he continues. Could Anderson be angry with him for letting the deviant escape? He’d seemed happy with Connor’s decision earlier, content and even a little proud, but all of that is gone now.

“Nah”, Anderson sighs. “I’m just a bit confused. Aren’t you guys supposed to be the epitome of reason and logic?”

“I suppose you could say that”, Connor muses. “How do you mean?”

“Why choose to pull me up then? Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t appreciate it”, Anderson chuckles humorlessly. “I just don’t get you androids.”

“I felt it was more important to insure your ability to continue with our investigation, than to catch a single deviant. There are still several cases left for us to look into.” This is not the whole truth, Connor knows. Still, he manages to keep the cadence of his voice even and steady.

Anderson hums, seemingly satisfied with his answer. His brow smoothes a bit, and he looks closer to his usual brand of grumpy. Something about his eyes is still different; his pupils a fraction of a millimetre wider than normal. His hand squeezes the steering wheel, and his left leg bounces slightly. A nervous tick Connor has grown familiar with, and almost fond of.

“Thanks anyway”, Anderson finally rasps, after a long silence. “I do like to live.”

“Do you really?” Connor whispers before he can stop himself. Anderson doesn’t seem like he does. Connor knows he drinks too much and too often, doesn’t get enough sleep, doesn’t maintain a healthy diet. Connor has analysed him and accessed all files available to him. He knows more than he should. Hank Anderson has no spouse, no known family at all. He has a note of a divorce in his file, and a grave he visits sometimes, on the rainiest days. He often comes to work late, hungover, looking tired and depressed. He pushes people away and builds walls around himself, not unlike the firewalls surrounding Connor’s essence and protecting him and every other android from viruses. In Anderson’s case though, the walls don’t necessarily signify self-preservation.

Anderson’s mouth draws into a thin line and his eyes go squinty in annoyance.

“It’s not your damned mission to investigate me, is it? Stick to your job, R2.”

A reference to an old movie franchise. Connor is only equipped with a cursory information package on older American pop culture, and he’s uncertain why Anderson would call him by the droid R2D2’s name. There seem to be no similarities between them. Connor neither speaks in beeps, looks like a large bucket, nor could reasonably be described as ‘cute’.

“True”, Connor concedes. “However, it is my duty to keep you in working condition to the best of my ability, as you are my partner and as such, essential to my work.”

Anderson makes a sound of annoyance and perhaps of contempt, and shifts his leg on the pedals. He puts the car into drive, and pulls out of the alley and into a larger, slightly busier road. He doesn't seem eager to stay on the subjects, and for now, Connor lets it slide.

Following their usual pattern, Anderson is going to give Connor a ride before going home himself. Connor could take the bus, it would be no inconvenience to him whatsoever. He’s an android, they don’t feel discomfort like that. Connor should say this to Anderson. He should leave the car and let the man go on his own.

Despite being an android, a decidedly emotionless machine, Connor feels a twinge of… unease, perhaps, at the thought of the lieutenant going home alone. Unease and sadness. He turns to look at Anderson again.

Hank Anderson is 53 years old, but life has worn him down, so much that he could pass for older. His hair and beard are silvery gray, and lines web the outer corners of his eyes. Something tells Connor they might’ve been from laughter, originally, but nowadays Anderson doesn’t have many reasons even to smile.

Despite the signs of aging, or perhaps partly because of them, there is something intriguing about Anderson. He looks pleasant and warm on the rare occasions he smiles. Often those smiles are a bit malicious and at the expense of androids or other humans, but Connor still finds them perplexingly delightful. Anderson has straight teeth and deep, clear eyes. His eyelids are a little heavy, lending a softness to his features that otherwise wouldn’t exist.

They drive in silence for a moment, until Anderson reaches out a hand and switches on the ancient CD-player on the dash. Soft, melancholy jazz music fills the car, and a small smile tilts the corner of Anderson’s mouth. Right then he looks so… so affable, so human.

Connor feels something twist up in his chest, some unidentified circuit there firing a soft pulse out of rhythm with the rest of him. His fingers twitch and his teeth dig into his lower lip on their own volition. A soft, persistent burning sets ablaze his mind, his wires, all of him.

He’s glad he pulled Anderson up from the ledge. He’s glad he’s sitting here so close to him.

He’s glad.

His thirium pump quickens it’s rhythm, adds two beats to its normal bpm. Error notifications pop up in his vision. There’s a software instability, accompanied by a strange feeling, a warm ache inside his chest and head, even though they’ve received no damage recently.

Connor doesn’t need to breathe, but he draws in a slow gulp of air nevertheless, quietly enough that Anderson doesn’t notice anything is amiss. Anderson keeps humming along to the song, and the low, scratchy sound of it takes a hold of Connor’s spine, sends a painful shiver through him. Connor doesn’t need to breathe, but he forgets that and feels breathless anyway. A new alert about rising levels of distress flashes red at the corner of his field of vision. His LED spins yellow, fast and frantic. It flickers into red and back to yellow, and Connor hopes Anderson won’t notice it.

He ignores his objectives that tell him it should be impossible, and deletes all the notifications.

His body temperature has risen 3,9 degrees above normal. He forces it down by diverting more power to his coolers, and tries to sit still.

He erases his action log for the last five minutes, deletes any traces of deleting the notifications. It’s a feeble attempt at covering up what he’s done, easily reversed by anyone with any skill at programming, but something compels him to do it. He knows he should turn himself in for examinations. He should receive a recalibration as soon as possible. It should be a given. He is a state of the art prototype, an incredibly important and expensive experiment that CyberLife can’t afford to lose to… to deviancy. He should send a message right now and tell them everything, tell them he’ll be coming in for assessment and subsequent reprogramming.

The command to report and fix any errors is an integral part the program of the android RK800 #313 248 317 - 51. It is not an entity with any authority to decide how to act in a situation like this. It should revert back to protocol right now.

It doesn’t. Connor doesn’t.

He turns sideways in his seat and watches lieutenant Anderson. He commits to memory all the details of this man; his shape, his familiar scent, his voice as he hums along with the music for a few notes. Lieutenant Anderson doesn’t know anything about what he has awoken inside Connor. He never will, because Connor will not tell him, will not tell anyone. He lets out a quiet, shivering breath and settles back against his seat. Squeezes his seat belt between his fingers and tries to let the music calm him.

Anderson doesn’t notice Connor’s distress. He looks the same as always, worn and tired, but tonight everything about him is unsettling and beautiful. For the first time since he was made and switched on, Connor wishes he could touch. Wishes he could smooth a thumb along the lines in Anderson’s skin, down his bearded cheek. It’s new, this confusing desire, but it settles inside Connor like it’s always been there, this familiar, gentle longing.

Anderson keeps driving, and Connor watches him out of the corner of his eye, feeling the sweet corruption spread through him, to every circuit and every nerve.

#detroit: become human #hankcon #hannor #connor #hank anderson #dbh #rk800 #hank #detroit: bh #vee writes #my fic #set after the nest mission #fic #english

[lavendersmiles]

Coffee, Books, and You

SasuSaku Month 2018

Day 13: Summer Heat

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Author’s Note: I go for AU if my brain's too tired to function 😂 will probably edit this if I can probably never 😑

FFnet link

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"Why are we here, dobe?"

Cerulean eyes flashed with annoyance. "Oh come on, Sasuke. I can't bear the heat anymore! We need to cool down 'ttebayo. Especially you."

"Then who was the idiot who made me go to this place huh?"

"Me!" A pause. "Hey! I'm not stupid!"

Sasuke did the breathing exercises that calm him down. He needed to, or else he would reduce Naruto to shreds, and that would cause Kushina-san to chase after him. She's dubbed as the 'Red-Hot Habanero of Konoha' for a reason, and the dark-haired teen doesn't want to have a first-hand experience to know why.

Naruto nudged his side. "It's your fault you lost the bet. Don't be a sore loser, teme."

His reply was a glare. He still couldn't get over the fact that he lost an arm wrestling competition against his best friend, though he won't ever verbalize that. If only he won, he could be lounging at his library right now without a care in the world and no loudmouth to annoy him throughout the summer vacation. Now, he's stuck with the Uzumakis in their villa at the beach a plane ride away from the city. Though the view was great, he was still grumpy over his loss.

"Besides, this café is nice. Not too crowded in the early afternoon, just how you like it you antisocial prince. Remember Gaara's sister, Temari? She actually owns the place. And I know someone who works here. She makes awesome coffee too."

Before he could protest any futher, Sasuke was dragged inside. A chime signalled their entrance and the two were greeted with the cool air from the aircon. The first thing that the Uchiha noticed was a girl wearing the café's uniform with hair the color of cherry blossoms and eyes sparkling like emeralds, smiling at them.

"Sakura-chan!" Naruto exclaimed, running towards the counter, his best friend slowly followed.

How fitting, Sasuke thought.

The pinkette gave the blonde a high five. "Hey Naruto! Long time no see! Back for summer vacation?"

"As always. But now I got Sasuke with me," he proclaimed, placing an arm around his brooding best friend.

"Ah," the emeralds turned their attention to onyx who regarded her coolly. "So this is the best friend you keep talking about. I'm Sakura."

She handed out a hand and he shook it. Sasuke then quickly retracted his hand, trying hard not to dwell on the warmth that came over him unexpectedly. He tried to tune out the conversation of the two until he felt Naruto nudge his side again.

"So what do you want, teme?"

"Expresso," Sasuke answered curtly.

Pink eyebrows rose. "In this summer heat? Really?"

He directed a glare at her, but she didn't even flinch. "So?"

To his surprise, she rolled her eyes at him. It was rare for a girl not to fall into his charms and it seems like she's one of the very few who doesn't treat him like some sort of 'heavenly god' – his fangirls' words, not his.

"Well, if it's your thing." Sakura then turned her attention to Naruto. "Caramel macchiato frost with nachos and cheesy fries still?"

"You know me too well, Sakura-chan."

"Puh-lease. It's your go-to order every single time." After writing their orders down, she chimed, "Wait for 15 minutes okay? Make yourselves comfortable."

The two found a place at the corner of the room and immediately Sasuke crossed his arms and laid back on the armchair. "If I don't like the coffee here I'm going home back to Konoha, Naruto."

Said boy shrugged, not thinking he was actually serious. "That's your call, Sasuke. But let me just tell you that Sakura-chan's coffee making skills are the bomb."

The pinkette appeared with their order a while later, placing them on their table.

"Here you go. Enjoy!" She directed a smile at Naruto which immediately turned into a frown when her eyes landed on Sasuke. He didn't mind it and simply took his cup of coffee and took a sip.

He felt warm and alive all of a sudden.

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Every day, the duo stopped by for snacks. Sasuke agreed – much to Naruto's teasing – that the coffee was great and it wasn't long until they were treated as regulars. But then two weeks before the summer vacation comes to a close, Naruto caught a cold and the Uchiha didn't want to know why. Not wanting to spend his afternoon beside a sick loudmouth who insists that he's fine, he found his way to the café. A smirk formed on his face when he saw that he was the only customer there. He didn't find the pinkette at the counter, only Temari who upon seeing him raised her eyebrow.

"You're not with the loudmouth brat? Okay then. What would it be this time?"

"The usual," he answered promptly. The teen then sat at the corner which Naruto and him silently marked as theirs and took out one of the books he brought with him.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

"No. Way."

Sasuke sighed, his plan to relax obviously failed. He looked up to see Sakura with his order, eyes wide with bewilderment at him – or rather, at his book. She immediately placed the tray on the table and sat across him, still in awe.

"How come you already have a copy of 'The Shinobi Tales' fifth book?!" she shrieked.

He placed the book down, slightly amused that her eyes followed it. "My cousin owns the publishing house."

If possible, her eyes widened even further. "Wow. That was just released last month. It hasn't even reached here yet."

To her surprise, he handed the said volume to her. "You can borrow it for now, since you're practically drooling for it. I need someone to rant with in a particular scene."

For the first time since they met, Sakura threw her bad first impression of him out of the window. "For real?! Let me guess, it's about Daichi?"

Sasuke nodded, looking grim. He had no one to vent out his frustration about the series and was pleasantly surprise to found someone who could actually relate.

Sakura looked bewildered for a moment before giggling. Emeralds sparkled with something he never saw before. "You know what, you're not that bad after all."

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After that, the two found out they were alike in so many ways, balanced with their differences in other fields as well. Friendship bloomed between them, but despite that, there was something bothering the dark-haired teen.

"Expresso again, I assume?" Sakura inquired. He gave a nod at that. Before she could speak again about his order, he cut her off.

"Why won't you call me by my name?"

Jade eyes widened. She started fidgeting with the ballpen in her hand, a telltale sign of her nervousness. "You noticed, huh? Umm… it's because I don't know what suffix I should use for you." He raised an eyebrow at that. "I mean, I know you a bit well not to add a –san but not close enough to just call you by your name."

Sasuke couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. "I actually don't care. Use whatever you like."

"Sasuke-kun?"

He tried to ignore how his heart stopped for a second upon hearing her rather shy voice saying his name with the affectionate suffix.

"Is it okay… if I call you Sasuke-kun?" A faint blush dusted her cheeks, and he tried to calm his heart that was racing a mile a minute and utterly failing. The lad just knew that he would end up a stuttering mess if he ever spoke now, so he just nodded in agreement. She beamed at that, clutching her hands together in happiness.

"Sasuke-kun," Sakura spoke with more confidence. "Well, Sasuke-kun, should I go prepare your expresso and clubhouse sandwich now?"

He couldn't help but smirk. "If it takes more than ten minutes I'm not gonna pay for it."

She heard the teasing tone and just stuck out her tongue to antagonize him. It had the opposite effect, for it amused him instead.

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Before, Sasuke wished for the days to pass quickly so that he could go back home, but now all he wanted was for time to slow down instead. He tried to deny it, but he looked forward being with Sakura. She was unlike any other he met and despite the short time they've been together he felt like they've known each other for so long already.

It was rare to find someone that makes you feel like you found something you never knew you needed.

His steps felt heavy when he entered the café… probably for the last time in a while. He already planned on coming back next summer, but those days seem too far away. Sakura smiled upon seeing him, nodding to indicate she already prepared his preferred meal.

He went to his seat and not a while later she came towards him. "You're alone again? Where's your best friend?"

Sasuke sneered. "Kushina-san had company and prepared a big feast. The dobe fell asleep right after, being his pig self. I think he'll come here later though."

She nodded, amused. "Right. It's the last day of vacation after all."

His heart sunk at that. When she laid his order on the table, he lowered his head and sighed heavily, catching her attention.

"It was nice meeting you, Sakura. You're actually the only good thing that happened this summer," he grudgingly admitted.

His heart swelled when he heard her laugh. "Should I be flattered? And why do you sound like it's gonna be the last time we'll see each other?"

Sasuke looked up suddenly and couldn't stop the confusion that appeared on his face. Upon seeing that there was no customer aside from him, she took the seat across his. Her eyes sparkled as she revealed her plans excitedly.

"I'm actually going to Konoha University. I just got the news yesterday that got a scholarship there under Tsunade-sama's tutelage!"

Onyx widened at that. "You're actually that good?" he asked with a teasing tone.

She punched his arm playfully. "Hey! Don't underestimate me! I'm the top of our class for a reason you know. You're not the only one running for high school valedictorian," Sakura answered with a smile.

A silence ensued, but there was no awkwardness in it, only anticipation for the future. "So, see you in spring, Sakura?"

She gave him a radiant smile that makes the summer's sun dull in comparison. "Yeah. See you, Sasuke-kun."

#sasusaku #ssm18 #ssm18d13 #sasusaku month 2018 #prompt: summer heat #lavender writes #mother ship #otp forever

[tsvitok]

Forming a sentence.

This is a sentence.

We form most of how we communicate through sentences, they’re pretty important honestly. And you know, most of us know how to make a sentence, it’s how we communicate after all.

The basic construction of a sentence is that there is a subject and an object. A sentence is about something (subject) and the subject is doing something to something else (object).

A subject is always required, because a sentence has to be about something.

An object doesn’t always have to be present, but it usually does for it to make sense.

Objects are very simply put, the thing that the subject is acting upon.

So in the very first sentence of this post; “This is a sentence.”

The subject is “this” because it is what the sentence is about. The object is “sentence” because “this” is acting on “sentence” by providing context so you can understand. If you took “sentence” on its own, it wouldn’t provide the same understanding as this full sentence.

That’s all pretty simple, dry and frankly fairly boring. Let’s talk about the important stuff.

Sentences have a rhythm to them, much like music. When you read you don’t do it silently, even in your head your mind is saying the words. Usually this is called “pace”, so this isn’t a revolutionary idea, but rhythm more accurately captures how it works.

The rhythm is more important than any other part of a sentence to establishing feeling. It is the background music in a film, the brush strokes of a painting. If you have a weak or slow rhythm to an action scene then you sow a discord in the mind and you lose impact.

However, if you have a slow, creeping rhythm to a horror scene you create suspense.

So what creates rhythm? How you structure your sentences.

If, for instance, I wanted to create a mood, where by you, regularly stop, and think. I would use commas, periods and ellipses (...). These are all tools we understand as both ways to join together parts of a sentence or end a sentence, but they are also ways we signal “stops” or more academically pause. It is why a period is also commonly called a “full-stop”.

A comma indicates a half-stop, a brief pause. A period indicates a full-stop, a pause. An ellipses indicates an elongated stop, a long pause.

This comes from how we read things out loud, they give moments to pause for breath. That’s why really long sentences (called run-on sentences) that seem to never stop and never contain any commas or periods or anything to indicate a pause where you can catch your breath are considered poor grammar and feel exhausting to read.

Conversely, too many commas is usually also considered bad. This comes from the formal rules of English as a language. It is basically a way to explain to children to be concise, but it sticks with adults because we’re taught to read and write in a concise manner. That’s good for academia, but when you’re doing things for enjoyment you can throw out a lot of rules.

One important thing to keep in mind however is that people will be dragged out of a story if you abuse certain rules. They do exist for reasons, what you should aim for is clearness. If for instance you forget an object in a sentence, you will jar people from the story. It’s hard to do though, so don’t worry. Usually a quick read through will be enough to notice them.

The next important thing to keep in mind is that while rhythm is controlled through pauses, it is actually constructed through three other things; motion, timing and focus.

In common terms we call these voice, tense and perspective.

Voice represents the motion of the sentence, the way the rhythm moves to the beat to set up. It comes in two forms; active and passive. Both set up the relationship between the subject and the object.

In active voice the subject is acting upon the object, while in passive voice the object is being acted upon by the subject. Yes, those are two different things.

Here are some examples.

The woman opens the front door.

The front door is opened by the woman.

In both, the woman is the subject and the front door is the subject. The difference is who has the power in the subject-object relationship. Who is more important. You can almost always tell by what comes first, and given how hard it is to write effective passive voice you will generally only see active voice. In fact a lot of writers are told not to use it.

You should though, you should use it where it will create a good rhythm - but avoid it otherwise as it is often harder to read. What is a good rhythm for passive voice? Well when you need the motion to flow slowly and carefully, usually.

Tense represents the timing of the sentence, both literal and figurative, as we will discuss. There are three forms of tense; past, present and future.

Past tense conveys that the sentence has already happened, and delivers a definitive tone to the sentence. You read a sentence written in past tense like a history book - it has already happened and doesn’t require resolution, so you take your time. Your expectations are set at it having happened, so no point expecting otherwise.

An example of a past tense sentence, “There was no happiness to be found.”

Present tense conveys that the sentence is currently happening, and delivers a more uncertain tone. You read a sentence written in present tense like you watch a movie - it is happening and it requires resolution, so better find out what happens. Your expectations are set at it currently happening, so until the sentence ends you can expect a change.

An example of a present tense sentence, “There is no happiness to be found.”

Here you see that because it is currently happening, your expectations may be the same, but you take it more as a guideline as though someone is telling you, but because it is currently happening they must know something. It isn’t resolved until the sentence ends.

Future tense conveys that the sentence is yet to happen, it establishes a speculative tone and sets your expectations at zero as anything can happen. You read a sentence written in future tense like a horoscope - there is a high probability it may not happen, but imagine if it did. Your expectations are set at the fact it will maybe happen, so anything could change.

An example of a future tense sentence, “There will be no happiness to be found.”

There is no real urgency in past or future tenses, while present tense offers that feeling of urgency. While past tense offers a very definite feeling and future tense offers a very speculative one. Keep that in mind when choosing a tense for your sentence.

Perspective represents the focus of the sentence, whether it is focused through you, onto you or onto someone else. The relationship between the perspective and the reader is one of the most important parts of engaging with a story, some people have an intense dislike of certain perspectives, and it is important to realise why. Part of the reason people read, game, watch films, and so on, is to put themselves into a different place. It is escapism, and some people have a harder time losing themselves reading certain perspectives, playing certain games, focusing on certain types of characters.

The key is to not expect everyone to love your work, people will dislike you simply because you don’t suit them. It’s cool though, other people will love your stuff.

There are three forms of perspective; first person, second person and third person.

First person perspective sets the reader as the focus, it makes it personal. It is like the bass of a song turned up to ten so you feel it in your chest. This personal connection sets the person reading as the subject of the sentence - the one that is acting upon the object, as though you are telling yourself the story.

An example of a first person perspective sentence; “I woke up in a woman’s bed.”

Second person perspective sets the reader as the focus, but through the lens of a conversation. The reader is not doing the actions but they are being told they are doing the actions, and it adds a sense of intimate distance - like a friend retelling a story about you to another friend.

An example of a second person perspective sentence, “You woke up in a woman’s bed.”

Third person perspective sets a character distinct from the reader as the focus. It removes the intimacy and instead provides a sense that the reader is being told the story. This allows a more fantastic feeling, without limiting the reader to themselves, when they put themselves into another character’s position they can do anything.

An example of a third person perspective sentence, “She woke up in a woman’s bed.”

As you can see, third person is much more exact, leaving less to the interpretation of the reader. You cannot assume things about the reader in the same way you can a third person character. In music the bass line is the current flowing under the main sound, it is the part of music that has the most physiological impact - high enough it will actually be felt in your body. The relationship of the reader to the sentence has that impact of forming a similar feeling - and just like how some people despise EDM or Dubstep, some people despise first person, or second person, or third person.

So a quick recap.

Sentences are formed of subjects and objects - the subject acts on the object.

Sentences have a rhythm, which can be controlled by use of commas, periods and ellipses (pauses), and are built up out of voice, tense and perspective.

The key to a good sentence is understanding how the rhythm is built and learning how to control it.

Hopefully this helped a few of you. Got any questions, need clarification, leave a comment.

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[laurapora]

Afterglow - {Spock} Pt. 1

Orbit -  A sphere of activity, interest, or application.

Stifling a yawn, Mina Sulu entered the Botany laboratory and settled down behind her desk with a cup of herbal tea. It was approaching 1800 hours, and while most of the crew members aboard the Starship Enterprise were winding down, she was just getting started.

The twenty-six year old junior science officer had been assigned to work night shifts, which she personally took great enjoyment in. Peace and quiet were both rare instances on the ship, and she nearly jumped out of her seat at the prospect of attaining the position.

Working into the early hours of morning didn't bother Mina at all, she had always been something of a night owl, and more importantly it allowed her to avoid times of peak activity on the vessel. Not that she didn't appreciate a little excitement now and then, but her idea of a good time had more to do with microscopes, and alien flora than it did Phasers or planetary exploration.

After completing a routine check of the current specimens in the lab, she eagerly began inspecting the newest finds that the field officers had brought in. The room was silent aside from the whirring of machinery as Mina ran diagnostic tests on the foreign plant life, taking extensive notes with a PADD.

Despite being heavily immersed in her work, Mina kept a book open on her desk and would occasionally stop to scan a page, her dark eyes absorbing the content with notable interest. She was so absorbed in her routine that she failed to notice a figure standing in the doorway.

Their presence was preventing the automated door from sliding shut, and they took advantage of this fact to observe Mina's actions for a minute. Then, stepping into the lab, the man cleared his throat softly.

She glanced up quickly and saw that her brother, Hikaru Sulu, had stopped by for their usual evening chat. An occurrence that Mina simultaneously dreaded, and enjoyed. The two siblings were very close, but that often meant Hikaru stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Growing up, he had assumed the role of being her protector, and it was something he had a hard time relinquishing even now.

She offered him a smile, and resumed her work hoping he would get the hint and leave sooner rather than later.

Hikaru wandered over to Mina's desk, attempting to keep a casual demeanor, but his attention was trained on the book he had seen her pouring over. Gazing down at the pages, he frowned.

"You're still studying Vulcan?"

Mina sighed, she knew that tone all too well, it was his 'I don't approve of your decision' voice.

"Consistency is typically how one achieves progress."  She responded evenly.

"Progress towards what? There is only one Vulcan aboard this ship, and he speaks English perfectly well. There would be no practical reason for you to address him in any other way."

Mina bristled, her agitation growing with each second. "Can't a woman have a hobby?"

"It's never just a hobby with you, Mina." Hikaru said quietly, and stepped closer to his sister.

"You've got that same look in your eyes. I've seen it enough to know that you're fixating again, and on your senior officer, no less. It's a waste of time, and you know it. There's just no getting through to him."

Mina took a step back, and shot her brother a dark look. "I appreciate your concern, Hikaru, but must inform you that your fears are completely unfounded as I am perfectly capable of discerning fact from fiction, and therefore have no ulterior interest in Vulcan culture beyond intellectual stimulation."

She moved away from him, and crossed the laboratory to silence a machine that had completed a scan to identify possible unknown biological entities in plant composition.

"And besides that, I don't think it's any of your damn business what I read, or enjoy."

Hikaru let out of a frustrated groan, and crossed his arms over his chest. "I just don't want to see you get hurt."

He waited, but Mina gave no response, and Sulu turned to exit the lab.

"Good night, Mina."

"Good morning, Hikaru."

__________

One of the most irritating things about working with her brother was that he knew her too well. Hikaru hadn't been entirely wrong when he mentioned Mina's tendency to fixate on things, sometimes to the point of obsession. She'd been that way her entire life, although, her control over it was far more refined these days.

Still, it hadn't stopped her from developing an interest in a particular first officer. Out of all the humans and humanoids aboard the Enterprise, Mina had to set her sights on the one who was, quite literally, emotionally unavailable. She didn't need anyone to tell her how ridiculous the notion was, but it seemed the laws of attraction had a twisted sense of humor, as Mina was undeniably captivated by the pragmatic, and ever logical Lieutenant Commander Spock.

Tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, she frowned and attempted to regain focus on the current situation. This proved useless, however, because moments later the door of the laboratory slid open once again.

"If you've come back to question more of my life choices, I don't want to hear it." Mina announced, not bothering to check who had entered.

"I have no intention of discussing anything pertaining to that subject." A cool voice replied.

She gasped, and spun around, cursing inwardly as her gaze fell upon the pointed ears, and impeccable posture of the Vulcan commander.

"My apologies, sir." Mina clutched the PADD to her chest, heat rising in her face. "I thought you were someone else."

Spock arched an eyebrow, "Yes, that is quite clear."

"Is there something I can do for you?"

There was a brief silence, during which Mina was painfully aware of her constricted breathing. She felt like a fish who had been suddenly thrust from calm, comfortable waters into the stark and unforgiving air.

Spock gave no indication that he noticed her discomfort, his keen eyes assessing her as if they were meeting for the first time.

In a way, that was true. Neither of them had yet made direct contact before now due to Mina being reassigned only one week ago. She had taken comfort in that anonymity, and having it ripped away so quickly left her floundering, for lack of a better word.

"I thought it would be beneficial for both of us to be formally introduced. As Science Officer it is my responsibility to evaluate the performance of all those who work within the Sciences Division aboard this vessel. This includes conducting intermittent progress reports to ensure that your work is satisfactory."

"Right, of course. I was just finishing up diagnostics on alien flora collected from the latest expedition to the class L Planet that was charted yesterday."

Spock nodded, "Please continue, I would like to monitor your procedures first-hand."

Mina gulped, and a shiver ran through her body. No pressure.

She clutched her stylus tightly to hide the tremble in her hands, and resumed documenting the results of each lab test as it was completed. It was hard to tell whether or not Spock could sense her unease, but he had the decency to at least give her some space while she worked.

About ten minutes passed before he spoke again, causing Mina to jump slightly as his confident voice broke the silence.

"You are attempting to learn Vulcan."

She threw a cursory glance over her shoulder, and saw his tall figure stooping slightly to read the book she had left open on her desk. Her eyes widened, but she tried to remain calm. There was no reason for Spock to draw any rash conclusions as her brother had.

"Yes, I've always found language to be an integral part of cultural study, and I'm already fluent in four languages, so I figured why not add a fifth?"

Mina cringed as her statement lingered in the room. She hadn't meant to sound so pretentious, but her thoughts never seemed to translate very well into spoken word. One of the many reasons she loathed small talk.

Spock tipped his head to one side, eyes curious. "Cultural studies is a topic more suited to someone interested in Communications. Is it possible that you intend to one day join your brother as a member of the helm crew?"

Mina grinned in spite of herself, and chuckled softly.

A slight crease appeared on Spock's brow. "I was not aware that my question could be perceived as humorous."

"No, no it wasn't so much your question as..." She shrugged, "to be honest sir, just the thought of working alongside my brother is laughable. I can assure you I'm perfectly happy where I am. Learning about other cultures is simply a pastime I enjoy."

Confusion flitted over her commander's features, but he quickly resumed his neutral expression.

"Very well." He paused, glancing down once more at the book. "If you find yourself unable to understand an aspect of Vulcan linguistics, you may refer to me as a guide. I would be most interested to hear your thoughts on the structure and syntax of the language as it compares to the others you've studied."

Now it was Mina's turn to be confused. If it wasn't for the blood pounding in her ears, she could have sworn that Spock just admitted to wanting the two of them to carry out a casual conversation.

"Oh, that would be great, thank you." She managed to say.

He bowed slightly, and spun around towards the exit. "Good evening, Officer Sulu."

She frowned at the use of her last name, it reminded her too much of Hikaru.

"Actually, sir, you can call me Mina."

His head turned slightly, eyebrow arched. "Is your title an insufficient way to address you?"

Realizing her mistake, Mina quickly shook her head, "No, of course not, forget I said anything."

She faced away from his inquiring gaze, and busied herself with a machine, letting out a relieved sigh when the door finally slid shut.

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[thedragontamerying]

Stand By Me

Long time no see! I’m sorry that I’ve been quiet for a couple of months, life has been really busy and just overall choatic for me. I’ve been trying to send stuff to a school I’m transferring to; I’ve been working frantically on art show works; we had to put one of our dogs down (RIP my big Beauty girl ;-;) and just recently an extended family member has been in the hospital. So yeah, I’ve been busy. But I have been working on writing on the periodic free time I’ve had and I’m ready to start posting again. So thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy the newest chapters!

EDIT: I forgot to mention that Gallina in this chapter is @seal-pai‘s FFXV OC that I decided to add bc I love her and I do what I want. So if you’re interested in Gallina, go to seal-pai!

Tagging @insomniasix @theyearofdiamonddogs @zoeyredbird1 @seal-pai @ffxv-ocs-unite

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                                  Chapter VII: Where the Chocobos Run

It had been a couple of hours since the company had taken to the road again, leaving Cor and Monica to their own back in Leide. Artemisia was concerned about their whereabouts and doings, but Noctis insisted that they shouldn’t worry about them; the two could handle themselves. So to distract herself, she focused on the wonders of the Duscae region. The wind blew through the five’s hair, the atmosphere much more tolerable than before. The scenery that was once filled with desert sand and a scarcity of vegetation was replaced with mixes of green as far as the horizon and trees just as tall. The air no longer threatened to dry one’s skin if they left the top down too long. Instead, it was moist and refreshing thanks to the abundance of water in the region, something that Leide was lacking. Although, the humidity was no doubt going to be the source of many complaints from Noctis and Prompto, worried about their hair getting limp or frizzy. Artemisia couldn’t help the small huff of amusement at the thought.

“Look out world!” Prompto declared loudly from the front, startling Artemisia from her thoughts. “Here we come!”

“We can finally leave this dust bowl behind,” Gladiolus said with breath of relief.

“The lands beyond are vast by comparison to Leide.” Ignis stated, keeping his ever vigilante eyes on the road.

“Bigger’s better!” Prompto claimed with a saccharine tone, “More stuff to see and do.”

“First comes Duscae, a region known for its wetlands.”

“Really? Wetlands?” Noctis raised a brow at Ignis’ comment, failing to see the excitement in mucky water and mushy grass that sinks if you step on it the wrong way.

“Wetlands are really cool, Noct!” Artemisia urged, nudging his arm insistently.

“I think you’re the only person I know who finds grass cool.”

“No really! From an ecological standpoint, they’re really interesting! They’re one of the most biologically diverse biomes in the world, which means that so many different types of organisms can live together --” Gladiolus watched Artemisia go on her enthusiastic lecture, occasionally listening in on what she was saying out of genuine interest, but mostly enjoying Noctis’ bored and desperate look for escape. “-- And they’re so important when it comes to naturally purifying water. But they’re also really sensitive to pollution, which means that scientists can see early effects of pollution by studying how it affects wetlan-- MMPH!”

Gladiolus quieted her by covering Artemisia’s mouth -- and almost her entire face -- with his hand, pulling her into a playful headlock against his chest. “Okay nerd, we get it.” He smirked when she half-heartedly glared up at him, relinquishing his hold on her and letting Artemisia straighten her posture back to normal.

“Besides the ever exciting ecosystems,” Ignis gave a teasing look to Artemisia from the rearview mirror, “There’s also a chocobo forest.”

“Now we’re talking!” Prompto chimed in.

“Further west lies the Cleigne region, where we’ll find the town of Lestallum.”

“Oh, isn’t that where Iris is heading?” Prompto ask, turning in his seat to look at Gladiolus, as did the other two in the back. Ever since Insomnia’s destruction Gladiolus’ worry over his sister had been obvious. The two had always been close, what with Gladiolus practically raising Iris himself due to their father’s work making him absent a lot. During the trip Artemisia had caught him texting who she assumed was Iris, noting that he had been texting more since the news of their home.

Gladiolus glanced down at his phone before looking back at the others, the usual strength in his eyes. “Barring delays, she should have arrived by now.” He sighed, looking off to the horizon, “Maybe even had herself a look at the meteor.”

“The Meteor of the Six?”

“The same,” Ignis answered Noctis, “Its heat is harnessed to power Lestallum.”

“Whoa, that sounds way cool!” Prompto said, his interest piqued.

Noctis nudged Artemisia. “You going to explain how that works?”

“Would you actually be interested in the complexities that go into making a meteor into electrical power for a whole city?”

“Probably not…”

“Then I’m not going to bother.” Artemisia huffed, a stubborn pout on her lips.

Gladiolus chuckled at the two. “I’m actually looking forward to this.”

After a while more on the road, Ignis spotted a gas station and suggested that they refill the tank. “It will be a long drive.” The group pulled into the station, parking the Regalia next to one of the gas tanks. Everyone exited the car and took a moment to stretch their muscles, having been stuck in the small space for a couple of hours. Artemisia offered to fill the tank while Ignis and Gladiolus visit the shop to buy more potions. Prompto insisted on Noctis posing for a photo, stating that their first steps into the unknown should be documented. One photo turned into another which turned into a whole photoshoot, with Prompto wandering around with his camera and snapping anything he could find interesting. Artemisia failed to see the general interest in a photo of her filling the car’s tank, but she wasn’t going to get in the way of an artist and his muse.

Artemisia had just returned the gas pump to its original place -- she didn’t understand why Noctis always has to grunt when he takes care of the gas; the pump wasn’t heavy -- when a ringtone from Noctis’ phone went off. “Who could this be?” Noctis answered the phone right as Gladiolus and Ignis returned. “Hello?” Gladiolus gave a slight jerk to his head towards Noctis while giving Artemisia questioning eyes. Artemisia could only shrug unknowingly. “Iris?”

That caught Gladiolus’ attention. Him and the rest waited patiently as Noctis continued his conversation. He soon ended the call with a quick “Will do.”

“Was that Iris?” Gladiolus asked, stepping closer to his friend. Gladiolus sighed once Noctis nodded, before crossing his arms and giving a small huff. “Can’t even call her own brother…”

“In all fairness,” Ignis interjected, “Yours wasn’t in the obituary broadcasted all over Lucis.”

“What about me?” Prompto questioned hopefully, “She say anything about me?

“Guys,” Artemisia laughed, “Don’t worry, you’re all beautiful. Now why don’t we get a move on so we can meet up with her.”

Gladiolus was quick to agree, packing away their purchases in the trunk so that they could get on the road again. Noctis was about to go take his usual seat when Prompto grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “See that sign?” Prompto pointed out further down the road at a giant billboard. The board had a large yellow bird on it and read Wiz Chocobo Post. “Chocobos! Chocobos!” He chanted excitedly, his voice dripping with utter joy. The enthusiasm was contagious as Noctis’ eyes were filled with the same interest as his friend’s.

“Hey, no time for that,” Gladiolus quickly shot back, shutting the trunk with a satisfying thud. “We need to get to Lestallum.”

“It’s still ages away. C’mon, just a quick visit?” Prompto pleaded. He looked over at Artemisia with a quick turn of his head before dragging her to his side, making Artemisia blink in confusion. “Back me up, Artemis! One chocobo lover to another.”

“Uh…” Artemisia interrupted, “Actually, I’ve never seen a chocobo.”

Prompto gasped, dramatically grasping his shirt over his heart as though he had been shot. “What?!”

“Okay, even I’m surprised by that.” Gladiolus added.

“Well w-we have to go now!” Prompto insisted with urgency. “We can’t let her be deprived of the joys of chocobos! Twenty-one years of life and none of it spent with chocobos is a crime! C’mon Noct!”

Noctis shrugged, “He’s got a point.”

“Whoo hoo! Chocobos here we come!”

Artemisia glanced over at Gladiolus, seeing the concern for his sister still present in his eyes despite how he was trying to cover it up. He seemed willing to make the stop at the chocobo ranch, but he obviously wanted to get to Lestallum as fast as possible. “Let’s make it a quick trip at least, guys. We really should get to Lestallum soon,” she insisted.

“Deal! Now c’mon, let’s go!”

With Prompto ushering everyone back to the car, the group was on the road again. They followed the directions provided by the multiple signs along the road, arrows indicating what turns to take. The entire way Prompto was going every mile to display his excitement to see the giant, friendly birds. He had turned on a very hokey pokey song on the radio that was about the creatures with him humming along to it with lyrics like ‘I want to ride my chocobo all day’. It was after the others had asked him to stop his singing that Prompto turned to look at Artemisia in the back seat. “I can’t believe that you don’t know what chocobos are. I would have thought you would have been all over them.”

Artemisia pouted. “I know what chocobos are, I just haven’t gotten the chance to see one in person.” Her busy schedule didn’t leave much room for miscellaneous adventures or outings unless it was either with Ismene or Noctis. Those outings were also a rarity considering that Ismene focused more with academic studies and Noctis always had Gladiolus or Ignis with him as his entourage.

“Well that’s all about to change.” Prompto pointed at another sign, this one including the word Entrance on it. “Here we are!”

Driving off of the main road and down a dirt path, the group came upon the ranch. It was a quant little abode, with a small windmill and tiny picket fence nearby at the front -- most likely where the chicks would go. Behind that was the business building, where a small shop was placed for chocobo lovers to buy antiques, or feed for their feathery friends. In front of that were some umbrella tables for customers to enjoy a meal while watching the animals. To the left were some storage buildings where the birds’ food and water was most likely being held, and to the right were some posts where the birds would be tied to interact with any visitors. The only thing that was missing from this chocobo ranch were the actual chocobos. There was no hide nor feather of the creatures; it’s hardly possible for them to be hiding, the birds were larger than most people.

“Odd…” Ignis mumbled.

“Do you think that they’re closed?” Artemisia asked.

“No way, chocobo ranches don’t close.” Prompto confidently answered. “Maybe they’re just giving them a break from the crowd. It’s hard being a celebrity, y’know.” Prompto joked, gesturing for the others to follow him. “C’mon, let’s go get us some chocobos.” The group followed him to this older man who was working around the meal tables. “ ‘Scuse me,” the man turned around after hearing Prompto’s voice, a name badge on his outfit reading Rancher Wiz. “We’d like to ride the chocobos.”

“The chocobos, huh?” Wiz sighed, a disappointed frown on his face. “I hate to break this to y’all but we can’t permit our birds to leave the post, not while Deadeye’s still about.”

“Deadeye?” Artemisia questioned.

Wiz nodded. “He’s an uncommonly ferocious behemoth that’s taken to prowlin’ these parts of late. His scent makes our birds nervous, and to prevent accidents or tragedies, we have no choice but to suspend rentals.”

“Aw man,” Prompto pouted degernatedly. Noctis also looked incredibly disappointed at the situation. Artemisia rubbed Prompto’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. “I’m sorry guys, but we can always come back later. Hopefully the behemoth will move on.” Wiz stared at the group inquizitively, his eyes narrow in thought before it dawned on him. “Hold on now, ain’t you the hunters that’ve been makin’ a mark?”

The five looked at each other confused, unaware of their recent claims to notoriety. “It would seem so…” Ignis answered.

Wiz tore down a flyer from the nearby notice board where bounties for hunts were presented and handed it to Noctis. It had a rough photo of a behemoth on it and a listing of a reward for the creature dubbed Deadeye. “You reckon you could handle the likes of Deadeye?” Noctis showed the others the bounty, “If you could bring the beast down, there’d be a reward in it for ya.” The group was always in need of more money, that’s for sure. “But knowin’ the danger, I wouldn’t blame ya for saying no.”

“What do you guys think?” Noctis asked, though his smile showed that his mind was already set. “We up for it?”

Gladiolus smirked. “Go big or go home, right?”

“Rest assured,” Ignis directed at Wiz, “You nor your birds will have none to fear once we are done.”

Wiz thanked them for their courageous service, giving directions on where the beast was last seen on Artemisia’s map. Once the group felt like they had everything they needed to know, they set out in the dense woods beyond the ranch. They followed the small dirt path through the forest until the path started to disappear as they moved further in. The edge of the trail was overridden by grass and weed due to the lack of explorers that venture out that far. So the group had to rely on any signs of the beast that they could find to direct them.

“Are we sure we’re going the right way?” Prompto asked, no doubt the ominous atmosphere of the forest making him nervous. The trees were so large and close together that it barely allowed any sunlight to shine through the collection of leafs at the top. And with the knowledge of a famously dangerous creature prowling the area, Artemisia couldn’t blame him for feeling intimidated.

Gladiolus, who was at the front of the group, took in the area before confirming “Oh yeah, we’re heading the right direction.” He gestured to large claw marks that were left in the large rock formation to their left. Prompto gulped at the sight.

Suddenly a blood curdling howl echoed through the area, the group flinching at the sound. “The hell?” Gladiolus growled, reframing from summoning his weapon but ready for action if need be. Birds flew above them as the sound of trees breaking and falling to the ground followed the howl. “Something’s amiss.” Ignis said, his guard up as well.

“We’re getting closer. Everyone stick together.” Artemisia instructed, slowly walking ahead as the others followed.

As the group traveled deeper into the forest they found more evidence of the behemoth’s presence. Claw marks and broken trees littered the ground, and growls echoed out as they walked, each one louder than the other. Artemisia decided not to the alert the others to a small pool of dried blood that she saw, not wanting to put them on edge even more; though her heartbeat definitely picked up after the sight. The further they traveled into the forest -- and closer to Deadeye -- the area became encased in fog, making visibility poor.

“So, Artemis,” Prompto walked closer to her, “as our residential beast master,” Artemisia wasn’t sure if she considered herself that, “got any advice for us?”

“Well… from what I understand, behemoths rely heavily on their sight and sense of smell since their hearing is horrible. And if the name implies, the fact that this one has a bad eye is actually a small advantage for us.” Another crash from a falling tree sounded out. “And we’ll definitely hear it coming before it hears us.” Prompto gave a weak smile, not sure if she helped his nerves or not.

“Don’t worry, Artemis isn’t gonna let us get eaten.” Noctis reassured, confidence all over his expression. “She’s got this.”

“Uh… Right.”

What am I suppose to do I can’t stop a claw that weighs over a ton from slicing right through you better hope that you see it first because you can’t outrun that thing oh by the Six that thing could snatch Noct out of the air with its giant teeth without a second thought if he’s not fast enough oh Astrals why did we do this why did we do this

They followed what evidence of the behemoth they could find through the fog, coming upon a small man-made cavern created by a huge, abandoned construction pipe. It was big enough for someone to crawl through, if one was willing to uncomfortably arch their back or scrape their boney knees on a hard surface that will more than likely result in bruising. Not to mention the idea of being trapped in a small space with a ginormous predator on the prowl wasn’t a pleasant one. But there was no way forward that didn’t involve going through the pipe, so it’s a risk they’ll have to take.

“Noct, wait!” Noctis was about to be the first to enter the pipe when another roar from Deadeye rang, this time it was close enough that the growl vibrated through the metal under Noctis’ hand. Gladiolus had stopped the prince in his tracks, holding his arm out in a protective stance to keep Noctis back from the potential danger. He looked into the dark pipe, investigating for any sign of the beast that was nearby. Artemisia poked her head under his arm to look too, only seeing some vegetation that was able to grow inside the pipe despite the small amount of sunlight. She gulped, taking a deep inhale of breath before slowly exhaling and ducking under the taller man’s arm and heading in first. “Hey,” Gladiolus whispered, urging her to come back behind him. Another growl vibrating down the pipe silenced them. Artemisia waited until it was quiet again, making sure the behemoth had moved on before looking back to the others and gesturing for them to follow. “Stay close.”

Gladiolus released a frustrated huff of air before following her, with the others close behind him. They crawled down the tight clearing, turning along with path. The pipe lead out to another small cavern, this one created with sheets of metal acting as a barrier around them. Whatever they were planning on making here that included such an uncomfortable walking space Artemisia had no clue. She was thankful for the bit of cover though, no matter how much it has degraded over time. Artemisia looked back at the others, checking on them when she heard heavy footsteps coming closer. She jumped forward to the other side of a small hole to where secure cover was, giving Gladiolus a signal to stay put.

“Hold up,” Gladiolus instructed. Soon a behemoth stood just inches away from the group, letting out a roar as it sniffed the air. The beast’s right eye had a scar going down its face and its eye was clouded over, no longer useful. “Deadeye,” Gladiolus pointed to his own eye, “The name says it all.”

Deadeye sniffed their direction inquisitively. Artemisia worried that they had been found before the behemoth looked away, grabbing something in its jaws and starting to feast on it. Based off of the sounds of muscle tearing and bones breaking, Artemisia had an idea as to what preoccupied the beast’s focus for now. She let out a shaky sigh, thankful that it wasn’t one of them. She glanced over to check on the gorging animal before waving her hand in a motion to follow her. Gladiolus nodded, giving the others the same instructions.

The group slowly started to crawl passed the giant beast as it ate, being cautious as to not tip off Deadeye to their presence. Artemisia peeked back to double check that it was still distracted before she started to move ahead, another large hole above her as the protective metal sheets were no longer there. As she crawled she noticed the end of tunnel, breathing a quick sigh of relief.

“Artemis!”

Artemisia whipped her head around when she heard the alarm in Noctis’ voice, seeing the large teeth coming down towards her at the last second. Before Deadeye’s jaws could clamp down on her person she was tackled out of the way, soon finding herself face down in the dirt with a large weight on top of her. Her protests were muffled by the soil as she pawed at the hand on top of her head, taking in a deep breath and spitting out grass once she finally was able to lift it off. “Gladi--”

Gladiolus shushed her, caging her under him as he stared ahead. Artemisia held her breath when she noticed how close Deadeye’s blood stained teeth were as it sniffed down into the tunnel. She could smell its putrid breath, a nauseous mix of the creature’s mouth bacteria and the remains of its recent kill. Noctis and the others were on the other side, eyes wide and frozen to their spots. Ignis had his hand over Prompto’s mouth to keep the blonde from screaming.

Deadeye removed its jaws from the hole and roared above it, splats of its saliva hitting the five’s faces as its breath sent their hair back. It inspected the area once more before walking away with a low growl. Artemisia released the air she didn’t know she was holding once the beast was gone, taking deep breaths to calm her rapid heartbeat.

“Thanks for the save.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“...” She squirmed uncomfortably under him. “Could you get off of me now?”

“Oh,” Gladiolus flinched, realizing how awkward her position was before carefully crawling off, “Sorry.”

The group made it to the tunnel’s end, Artemisia peeking outside first to make sure the behemoth wasn’t closeby before exiting. Everyone stretched once out, their limbs sore from being in such a restricting space. Another familiar growl interrupted the small moment of relief, the group being on the defensive once again as they moved on. This area of the forest had even worse fog than before, reducing visibility to only several feet.

“It’s weak on its right,” Gladiolus informed, “No eye, no horn.”

“We’ll stay in range until we can exploit its blind spot.” Ignis instructed as they carefully moved through the mist.

They moved onward, following the sounds of the beast. The group came upon a clearing of the forest that had large boulders laid out around the area; most likely the rocks had come down from the nearby cliff side, or perhaps Deadeye had moved them there itself. Moving closer, they saw a shadow move amongst the rubble, revealing a tail as the shadow moved. “We got the beast in our sights.”

“But no plan of attack,” Ignis added to Gladiolus’ comment, “The behemoth should be heading back to its lair, where we can catch it fully off guard.”

“Yeah,” Noctis grumbled, “As long as we stay on guard ourselves.”

“If we stay to its right and use the rocks and trees for cover, we should be able to follow it unseen.” Artemisia added. Agreeing, Ignis took the front, leading the group through the mist. He carefully navigated the group close behind Deadeye, using the beast’s tail as an indication to the creature’s location. There were a few times that the creature’s tail was almost within reach, close enough for someone to reach out with their hand. One false move, one accidental brush and the beast would know they were there. One eye or not, the five would be easily taken down by the giant in the thick fog.

The group was in the middle of crossing the clearing, hopping behind cover from one large rock to the other when the behemoth stopped in its tracks. Gladiolus and Prompto hurried over to cover with Ignis, but Artemisia froze in the middle of the clearing as the beast sniffed the air. A deep growl vibrated down its throat as it turned to its right, looking with its good eye. Artemisia pushed Noctis back behind the previous boulder, avoiding Deadeye’s view in time. Deadeye approached them, its large head sniffing the clearing where Artemisia stood just a moment ago. Ignis and the others moved to avoid its left eye, but Artemisia and Noctis stood still as it continued to sniff out their scent.

Artemisia held her breath as she guided Noctis to walk backwards with a gentle push of her hand against his chest. They stayed light on their feet as they backed away, trying not to disturb anything that would give them away. The water in the air must of made finding their individual scent difficult to track as the behemoth took its time.

With one more big sniff, Deadeye slowly turning its head towards the two stranded friends.

Except there was no prey.

Noctis, in the nick of time, had pulled Artemisia down with him into a large patch of tall grass. The two laid on their stomachs, completely engulfed by the long whisks of turf.

The behemoth growled, searching for what had caused the faint scent it had caught, baring its teeth before huffing out through its nose. Seeming to have given up on the hunt, the beast turned around and continue onward to its lair. Artemisia and Noctis slowly rose from their hiding spot once the predator left, disappearing into the fog. The two hurried across to join the others.

“Are you alright?” Ignis asked, brushing them both off the best he could.

“Yeah, we’re good…” Noctis shivered.

“J-Just… really cold now.” Artemisia trembled, trying to stop her teeth from chattering. In the heat of the moment the two failed to see the large amount of mud accumulating in the patch of grass they hid in. Now that they were no longer fearing for their lives, they suddenly became very aware of the chilling muck now plastered to their uniforms.

“At least you’re alive.” Prompto tried to brighten their spirits, though there wasn’t much he could do besides possibly hugging them to warm them up. But he’d rather not get any of that on himself.

“Once we get back to the post we’ll see if Wiz would be kind enough to lend us a washing machine.” Ignis said handing the two handkerchiefs to wipe the mud off their faces. “If they have one, that is.”

“Until then you’ll have to warm yourself up with the heat of battle.”

They both whined at Gladiolus.

The two tried to clean themselves off the best they could with what they had before moving on to find Deadeye, baring with the uncomfortable sensation of their slick clothes sticking to their bodies. When they last checked, Deadeye had hopped over a wall of rock formations before disappearing into the mist. The group followed, squeezing through a tight crevice through the rocks. Once through to the other side the five found themselves in an abandoned, decrepit building. The metal foundation bars of the would-be structure were exposed now due to the decaying concrete falling off its support. Even the entryway was nothing more than an outline of where a door would be. From the there, the company hopped down to lower terrain in what looks like a potential future storage room. Now, all that remained was an wide open area where the behemoth -- who had to be close due to the audible hisses -- decided to make his home.

They stepped carefully, investigating the tree line for any movement that indicated their target. As they moved cautiously, the mist had slowly started to dissipate, allowing Artemisia to notice several barrels sprawled around the area. Noctis had accidentally walked next to one and looked it over before flinching back as though the object had burned him. “Heads up,” Noctis announced, pointing to a caution sign on the barrel. “The barrels are flammable.”

“Eyes forward,” Gladiolus said, pointing to the forest in the distance. Trees snapped as a hulking figure moved through the woods, a familiar one eye zoning in on the group of friends. “We got company.”

The behemoth let out a blood curdling roar, baring its teeth as it leaped down to their level and crushed a barrel with its claws. The oil broke free and stained Deadeye’s foot. Noctis motioned for everyone to step back once they summoned their weapons, breaking out a magical flask filled with elemental fire magic. He chucked the flask at Deadeye’s slick foot, the fire igniting the oil on the beast and catching its clawed paw in flames. Deadeye cried out at the pain, stomping its foot against the ground to kill the fire. The weak fire only seemed to have agitated the creature more as it charged at the group with no hesitation.

The team separated, avoiding the lunging beast. Deadeye turned mid landing, causing it to skid until it hit what remained of one of the walls of the would be storage area. Some of the concrete fell on top of the behemoth, aggravating it even more. The bad landing had caused Deadeye to destroy more barrels, spraying more flammable grease on its body and causing the predator to slip before charging again.

Everyone scurried away from the rampaging beast like mice avoiding the prowling feline; ironically fitting. Deadeye ran after the group, changing its focus from person to person depending on who was closest. Noctis warped away from its attack while Prompto fired at it as he ran, frantically calling for help. “Prompto!” Gladiolus signalled his friend, charging his direction with his sword at the ready. Deadeye’s jaws almost caught Prompto before he fell to the ground, skidding under Gladiolus’ sword before he brought it up in a uppercut, slicing the behemoth’s face. Noctis warped on to the back of Deadeye’s neck, stabbing the muscle with his longsword. Deadeye roared and reared back on its hind legs, sending Noctis flying back despite his best attempts to stay on.

“Noct!” Artemisia and Ignis ran to their fallen friend, helping him up. “Are you okay?”

Noctis pushed away Ignis’ worried hands, forcing himself up. “I’m fine… Would have been better if it had gone down with that first barrel.”

“Your idea was in the right direction,” Ignis assured, “Unfortunately, it didn’t have the impact that we were hoping for.”

“We need more firepower if we’re going to take it down.” Artemisia looked over to where Deadeye had originally slipped, oil everywhere and a huge dent in the unfinished wall with small plates of concrete falling off. Ignis followed her line of sight, taking in the setting too before the two nodded to each other. “Noct,” Artemisia put her hand on his shoulder, “We need you and Gladio to keep it busy while we set up.”

“That’s a big order just for the two of us.” Noctis complained. “What are you setting up for?”

“Why for your original plan to flourish, of course.” Ignis explained, “You and Gladio will keep the beast distracted while we collect more barrels. Once we have enough the two of you will corral it to the spot and then--”

“Boom.”

“Precisely.”

Gladiolus summoned his shield, his only barrier against Deadeye’s claws pushing down on him. “Make it quick.” Noctis groaned before warping at the beast again to help his struggling companion. Ignis and Artemisia hurried to collect what they needed, grabbing Prompto to help. They dodged the hulking behemoth as they ran back and forth, carrying the bins over to the targeted area against the wall. Gladiolus and Noctis kept the beast off of their busy friends, baiting it away from the others and trying to survive in the meantime.

“Whoops!” Prompto rolled the last barrel over, accidentally kicking it over and spilling the contents onto the ground.

“Don’t worry, we should be good to go.” Artemisia secured a barrel against the wall, signalling Ignis. Ignis nodded, joining Noctis and Gladiolus with his daggers ready while Artemisia and Prompto secured themselves on higher terrain. “Corral the beast back against the wall. Artemis and Prompto are at the ready.”

Following the Strategist’s orders, the three men gradually forced the beast back towards the targeted area. The pooled oil was making Deadeye’s feet unsteady and the fluid was coating most of the creature’s body due to its thrashful movements as it fought back. Gladiolus forced Deadeye back against the wall with a strong push from his shield, surrounding the beast with the collected barrels. “Now!” Ignis yelled out to their far ranged companions as he, Noctis and Gladiolus hurried away from oil.

Artemisia smashed a fire flask against her crossbow, encasing her arrows in the magic before Prompto and her shot down at the barrels. Two explosions rang out before they caused a chain of explosions from all of the barrels, throwing Deadeye against the wall behind it. Deadeye cried out in pain as its whole body was engulfed in flames, the oil luring the rampant fire like food for a starving animal. Despite Deadeye’s attempts to run away from the fire, the ground was still soaked and in its frenzy Deadeye couldn’t manage to control its legs well enough to escape the burning pain raking up its body. Artemisia couldn’t help the sympathetic grimace, turning her head away from the scene. If her and Prompto could feel the heat from their perch, she could only imagine what agony the poor creature was in.

Soon the oil was all burned away, scorches left on the ground where grass once was. Deadeye, just barely standing, was covered in horrendous burns and embers still lingered on it. Deadeye breathed heavily as it tried to force itself upright but its legs were burned beyond use, having taken the brunt force of the fire. Noctis, Ignis and Gladiolus approached the pained creature, their weapons still on their persons. Deadeye growled at them, defensive in its weakened state.

With what strength the behemoth had left, it let out another mighty roar, trying to intimidate the others away. Rubble from the wall fell on top of its head, with bigger chunks starting to come down on Deadeye’s head. The explosion had created a deep crack in the wall’s concrete and Deadeye’s roar vibrated up the weakened structure. The wall broke apart, all of the concrete falling on Deadeye.

A large dust cloud erupted, hiding Deadeye and stinging everyone else’s eyes as the impact kicked up dirt. Noctis and the other two rubbed their eyes, blinking away the debris. The dust started to clear, revealing what was left from the collapse. A large claw laid motionless under a hill of rubble, all signs of life absent.

“Magnificent,” Ignis sighed, dusting himself off. Artemisia and Prompto joined the others on the ground, the three taking a moment to breathe. “Nicely done you two. We’ve taken down the target without nary a flame on ourselves.”

“I’m honestly surprised that we didn’t,” Gladiolus touched his forehead lightly, “Pretty sure the tips of my eyebrows burned off.”

“Huh, sounds like that would an improvement to me.” Noctis joked, him and Prompto laughing at his little jab at the big man’s equally burly brows. Gladiolus raised one of said brows, staring down at the laughing two. With a flick of the wrist he pushed the prince, causing Noctis to fall again into the wet dirt below him with a splat. Now it was Gladiolus’ turn for a laugh; Prompto quickly redirected his laughter at his bestie. Meanwhile, Ignis and Artemisia looked on like two tired parents with their rowdy kids. Noctis lifted himself up from the muck with a groan, the earlier discomfort from the first layer of mud coming back ten fold. Artemisia felt an empathetic chill go up her arms; the fight hadn’t warmed her up as much as Gladiolus had said it would. If anything the addition of sweat and the diminishing effects of adrenaline made her feel even colder.

Ignis sighed as he helped Noctis off the ground. “Now you’ll really need to bathe.”

We all do…

Noctis tried to wipe off the dirt on him, only spreading it across his face. “Then we should get back now.”

They could all agree to that.

By the time the group made their way back to the chocobo ranch, the sun had made its slow descent down the horizon, coloring the sky in blues and pinks. Hopefully Wiz would still allow them to see the chocobos despite the early evening sun. Artemisia wasn’t sure what time chocobos usually fall asleep but if Prompto didn’t get to pet some chocobos today, the poor boy might cry. He had been singing the earlier chocobo song almost the entire walk back, the excitement in his eyes overflowing.

Wiz noticed the group coming, meeting them by an umbrella table. He looked at them expectantly, waiting to see what news they brought with their arrival. Artemisia reached into her small belt pouch, handing Wiz a small chip of the dead behemoth’s claw. Wiz’s face broke into a giant smile. “Ya guys did it! You took down Deadeye! The area’s safe again an’ we owe it all to you.” He took Noctis’ hand, not minding the dirt and grim on it, and gave it a firm shake. “On behalf of the locals, I give ya my heartfelt thanks.”

“So…” Prompto scooted forward, “About the chocobos…”

Wiz laughed. “Our birds are at your disposal. You can rent them any time you like.”

“Can we ride some now?”

Wiz hummed, looking at the clock on his wrist before tipping his hat. “I reckon there’s enough time before dark for our heroes to get a few laps in. Let me get some out for ya.” He snapped his fingers. “In fact, since y’all risked so much for us, why don’t ya stay the night at the caravan and have some supper with me and the others? My treat.”

The five were quick to accept the offer; who were they to decline free food and a warm place to sleep. “We appreciate your hospitality.” Ignis thanked him. “If we could trouble you with another thing.” He presented Noctis and Artemisia in their dirty state. “Do you have a washer we could borrow?”

Wiz laughed. “Son, we live on a chocobo ranch. ‘F we didn’t have some kind of machine we wouldn’t look much different than the chocobos themselves. I’ll find you two some clothes to borrow while we throw those in for a cleanin’.” He looked at Prompto. “And I’ll see about those chocobos.”

“Alright!” Prompto squealed, practically jumping with joy. Artemisia envied his enthusiasm, the chill from her dirty clothes making her feel lethargic.

“Gallina!” Wiz called out, peeking through a door that led to the chocobo stalls. “We’re gonna need five birds. Do you have any spare clothes, too?” Him and this Gallina continued talking through the door before a loud kweh rang out. Soon a train of squawking and kwehs followed the first. Prompto grabbed Artemisia, forgetting about the crusty mud on her, and pulled her closer to the small pasture for the birds. “Get ready to be amazed, Artemis!”

Quick flashes of yellow ran past Artemisia’s eyes, all squawking and feathers abundant. Five of the giant birds ran together along the fence that caged them in the pasture, flapping their small wings excitedly as though to simulate flying. A few were leaping into the air, almost skipping as they ran. The birds were big enough that they could easily jump over the fence and run off if they wanted to, but they seemed more than happy to stay in their enclosure. “No jumping!” A woman’s voice called out to the birds. “One of you is gonna fall over the fence again and then no one will be happy.”

The woman walked out of the stall into the pasture; she must be the woman that Wiz was talking to. The woman, Gallina, definitely looked like someone who dealt with chocobos. While she was nowhere near Gladiolus’ muscle definition, she had a solid build with strong shoulders and thick limbs that no doubt could handle a thrashing chocobo. She had her giant, wild hair tied back in a ponytail that reached her rear, pieces of hay and various greens sticking out occasionally. And despite her uniform, there were various visible scars on her person, the most obvious and painful looking ones were the many that covered the majority of her face. Artemisia had never thought of chocobos as violent creatures but even the most tamed animals could be dangerous, especially the ones the tower over most people and were equipped with sharp talons.

Gallina walked over to the group, leaning against the fence. “You the group that Wiz said took down Deadeye?” The five nodded. “Well thanks for that. You have no idea how antsy the birds were the entire time that beast was around.” She looked back at the birds, some were still running in circles while a few ruffled their feathers against the grass, causing their feathers to puff up adorably. “All of that,” she pointed at the happy birds, “Is thanks to you guys.” She opened the hatch on the fence, opening the small gate. “So you ready to ride them?”

“Oh yeah we are!”

Ignis held back the excited Noctis by the back of his neck line. “My apologies, but these two need to bathe first.” He gestured to Artemisia as well.

Gallina blinked. “Oh! That’s why Wiz was asking about uniforms.” She started walking back to the stalls. “Give me one minute and I’ll set you up with a clean pair of clothes.” She was gone for a moment before coming back out with two sets of absurdly yellow clothes. “I know they’re not exactly high fashion, but they’re comfy. I can take your other clothes once you two are done showering. In the meantime,” she looked down at Prompto, who was giving her the biggest sad puppy eyes ever, “The rest of you are welcome to the birds.”

Prompto practically ran into the pen, chanting the birds over to get their attention. Gallina laughed at his enthusiasm; he was fitting in with the chocobos nicely.

“Noct, do you need any assistance?”

“With showering?” Noctis scoffed at Ignis. “I’m not a baby. It’s not like I’m gonna drown in there.”

“Stranger deaths have happened.” Ignis muttered before casually following Prompto. “Just be sure to clean thoroughly.”

A tint of embarrassment colored Noctis’ cheeks as he coughed awkwardly. He looked at Artemisia and vomited out a quick “I’m showering first” before dashing to the caravan before Artemisia could even react.

Artemisia sighed, rubbing her hands over her arms in an effort to warm herself. She couldn’t be mad at him for rushing for the shower, he was twice as dirty as she was. Unfortunately that meant she was going to have to wait until he was done. While her small stature was useful for combat, it wasn’t the best at keeping herself warm. No doubt Noctis was going to soak up the caravan’s limited hot water, too. She felt like it was fair enough for her to be peeved about that.

She suddenly felt a warm weight on top of her shoulders. She looked down and saw Gladiolus’ leather Crownsguard jacket draped over her shoulders, the size difference hilariously noticeable. She looked at Gladiolus, who’s decorated torso was now bare for all to see. “Thanks, but won’t you be cold too?”

“Don’t worry about it, I got my shirt in the trunk.” He assured, patting her on the head before walking away to where the Regalia was parked. Artemisia could see the many stares by the various ranch workers directed at him as the man walked past them to the car. He didn’t seem to mind, especially since the flustered stares and embarrassed giggles only boosted his ego more.

“Heh...”

Artemisia looked back at Gallina, who was leaning on the fence and supporting her head with her hand against her cheek. She had a giant grin on her scared face, directing it at the red head before her. Artemisia blinked curiously. “What?”

“Oh nothing, nothing,” Gallina chuckled. “Hey, we have a couple of showers inside if you want to use one of them. Better than standing around cold, right?”

“Yes, thank you!”

Gallina called for another post worker to watch the chocobos with Prompto and Ignis before she led Artemisia inside. They passed by the few other chocobos that remained in their stalls, Gallina petting them on the heads as they continued. “This your first time here?”

“Yeah, first time with chocobos too.” Artemisia admitted.

“Really?” Gallina looked back at Artemisia over her shoulder. “Huh… Well there’s a first for everything.” Gallina grinned at the smaller woman, her lips clipped by the healed scars on her face. “Don’t worry, I know these birds like the back of my hand. I’ll set you up with the perfect one for you.”

“Have you worked here for a long time?”

“Here: No,” Gallina said, holding a door open for Artemisia. “My family owned our own chocobo ranch in Galahd before we had to move to Insomnia.” Artemisia perked up at the name of her home. “Lived there for a while but then… Well, you know, recent events.” Artemisia’s mood dropped and based off of Gallina’s tone she wasn’t the only one who was feeling for their home, even if it was only temporary for one of them. “We moved out here and been working for Wiz since.” She smiled at Artemisia again. “I will say, Insomnia was never really home for me, but it is nice to see that refugees like you guys seem to be doing okay.”

Artemisia felt a different kind of chill go up her spine. “Was it that obvious?”

“Heh, I know those city clothes anywhere. Insomnian clothes stick out like a sore thumb compared to what most people out here wear.”

“Ah…”

As long as she doesn’t know about Noctis being the new king we’re fine. As nice as these people are, the group couldn’t risk Noctis’ security.

Gallina had her hand on a door knob before she looked at Artemisia again, tilting her head curiously. “But I don’t think I’ve seen those type of clothes very much, even in Insomnia. Were you guys Crownsguard or something?”

Crap!

“Oh no, it’s just a fashion statement.” Artemisia lied, keeping her voice even. “Going for that quirky, punk-rock look. The guys are really into that sort of thing and I just do it so that they don’t look too ridiculous, y’know?”

Gallina stared at Artemisia with a raised brow before shrugging and opening the door to a communal bathroom with a couple of stalled showers. “There’s soap and standard hair products in all of the showers and there’s a bench to lay out your clothes on. Once you’re done showering, you can hand me your dirty ones and I’ll throw them in the wash.” Artemisia thanked her and scurried in, eager to wash herself off of all the grime plastered to her.

After a enjoying her shower -- it was nice not having to worry about one of the guys accidentally walking in on her again -- she changed into the spare clothes that Gallina had left for her. While the outfit was a bit much, what with the shirt being brightly yellow and the small chocobo mascot advertising the ranch, it was better than her having to wear what spare clothes she had. Those clothes were beyond appropriate for a ranch setting and would surely be ruined with all the dirt and chocobo feathers. At least this uniform was comfortable, definitely the kind of material working people would prefer.

Leaving the bathroom, Artemisia went back to the pasture and found Gallina over by the fence, watching Prompto and Ignis interact with the birds. The woman greeted Artemisia when she saw her and took her mud covered clothes. “I’ll be right back and then I’ll set you up with your chocobo.”

Artemisia was about to thank her as the other woman walked away when an awkward cough behind her caught her attention. She looked back and had to stop herself from laughing. Noctis stood there, cheeks red, next to Gladiolus in a ridiculous outfit that differed from her own. This one seemed to have been some kind of festival uniform, the words Moogle Chocobo Carnival written on the torso and the back. It had a picture of a chocobo being ridden by some kind of alien, fairy, devil creature, if such a thing existed. She supposed that it was a moogle, as stated by the shirt. The colors on his shirt, with closer inspection, were just extreme close ups of the two festival subjects’ faces, coloring the shirt yellow, white, pink and orange. The best part of it was the hat that Gladiolus kept insisting Noctis to wear despite his protests. It had a chocobo’s face on the front with little wings sticking out on the sides, and a moogle’s face on the back with an antenna standing up on top. It was all absurdly wonderful.

“Don’t. Say. A thing.” Noctis emphasized, swiping the comedic hat off after Gladiolus put it on him again.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Artemisia giggled, a big amused grin on her face. “You look… stunning.” Noctis groaned, pushing Gladiolus off of him as the bigger man continued to annoy him. “Come on,” the embarrassed man insistently pushed the two into the pen towards the chocobos, ignoring the looks Ignis and Prompto gave him once the three joined them. A rancher had set up a saddle on to Prompto’s chocobo and now the blonde was getting ready for a ride. But it seemed like the chocobo wanted to play a game of tag instead as it lightly pecked Prompto on the head before running off, running circles around the man playfully. The rancher was obviously frustrated that the bird wasn’t behaving and tried to make it stand still while Prompto took some slightly dazed but loving photos of the silly bird.

“Alright the clothes are washi-- What’s going on?” Gallina returned and saw the little spectacle before her. The excited chocobo had gotten a couple of the other birds to join in on its game of chase and the other rancher begged for her to help get them all settled. Gallina sighed, muttering “This is what happens when they’re stuck in their pens for too long…” before joining the fray. She grabbed the reins from the main chocobo as it ran by her, stopping it in its tracks with a yank. The other worker wouldn’t have been able to stop the giant bird with just the reins, but Gallina’s build wasn’t for nothing.

“You,” she tapped the bird’s beak and pointed at it like a mom disciplining her child, “need to stop that, mister. You’ll get to run around in a minute.” The bird leaned forward and starting nuzzling into her neck, shaking its head side to side that made her own move in response. Gallina patted it on its neck before pushing it back once she felt the bird’s beak pecking through her hair. She gave the reins over to the other worker and calmed down the other two excitable birds in a similar fashion. Once all of them had settled down she guided them over to the group of five.

The birds walked over to the guys, introducing themselves to their new riders with little actions of affection. Gladiolus’ chocobo flapped its wings happily after Gladiolus patted it on the head before trying to return the favor and laying its own head on top of his, making a noise almost similar to a purr. Ignis’ bird was the most calm in its greeting, sniffing Ignis curiously before chirping in hello, to which Ignis rewarded it with some satisfying chin scratches. Prompto’s bird finally decided to behave and stand still so Prompto could love on it. Prompto was enthusiastically fluffing the bird’s feathers, rubbing his hands all over it and giving it little scratches. The bird responded with another peck to his head, which must be that bird’s odd way of showing affection. Noctis’ bird acted aloof when Noctis tried to coo the bird closer, only to to start begging for attention when Noctis looked away in defeat. Artemisia giggled at how perfect the combinations for everyone were.

“Artemisia,” Gallina nudged her, guiding Artemisia to the last chocobo as the guys started to situate themselves on their chocobos’ saddles. The last chocobo was sitting in the grass still, perking up when it saw them approach. “This is Dottie,” Gallina patted the sitting chocobo on the head. “She’s your chocobo. She’s super patient and she’s the one that most first riders go with. She’ll be perfect for you.” Dottie shook, ruffling her feathers before standing up and looking at Artemisia expectactly. Artemisia hesitated, standing a distance away from the bird. She knew that chocobos were usually super friendly and tame, but she couldn’t help but be nervous. “Come on,” Gallina urged, waving for her to move closer. “She’s not gonna do anything.”

Artemisia approached slowly, holding her hand out for the bird to smell as she came within reach. The large bird sniffed her hand inquisitively, sneezing lightly -- Or at least as lightly as a giant chocobo can -- making Artemisia flinch her hand back slightly. Dottie let out a little “Kweh!” before bumping its head against Artemisia’s hand, requesting to be petted. Artemisia let out a small sigh of relief, happy to see their first introduction went well and indulged herself in the sensation of the charming chocobo. Dottie’s bright feathers were incredibly soft and acted a lot like fur with the way it responded to be to touch; when she ruffled them it only made it more convincing.

“She’ll keep ya safe when you guys are out and about.” Gallina stated, watching the two bond. She laughed when Dottie forced herself forward to wrap her long neck around Artemisia’s shoulder in a hug. “Aw, see! She likes you.”

Artemisia chuckled at the cute display of affection, smoothing Dottie’s neck feathers in return. She heard a small click and looked over her shoulder to see Prompto with his camera in hand and a giant grin on his face. “Gotta capture the moment!” He proclaimed happily. “Oh. Em. Gee. Cutest bird ever!” Prompto proclaimed, referring to the photo he had just taken of the two. His bird immediately bucked him a little with a sharp squawk, almost like it was insulted that he wasn’t admiring its looks instead.

“We got a course ready for you kids if ya wanna race before nightfall.” Wiz informed, leaning against the otherside of the fence.

Prompto was urging Artemisia to hurry up and board her chocobo, eager to get some racing in. “How about a little competition?” Noctis offered with a confident grin. “The person with the best time gets to sleep on the bed in the caravan.” The caravans only had one queen sized bed, and while they weren’t the highest quality, they were still preferred to the rickety pull out futon.

“You can’t occupy an entire bed to yourself, Noct. You must share the other side.” Ignis interjected sternly.

Noctis sighed, a defeated frown on his face. “Fine…”

“But what’s a competition without a little wager.”

“Heh, I’m down for that.” Considering Gladiolus’ size it’s no guessing why he would prefer sleeping on the big bed instead of the futon.

“Oh yeah!” Prompto laughed over at Artemisia who was having a hard time getting on her bird’s saddle. “Come on Artemis! Don’t want to be left in the dust.”

Gallina helped lift Artemisia the rest of the way over her chocobo, giving Dottie a few secure pats as the rider fixed herself. “Just a heads up,” Gallina whispered in Artemisia’s ear, “Dottie hates losing.” She winked.

In the end, it was Prompto who was sleeping in the bed with a happily full stomach thanks to Wiz’s cooking. And despite the others’ losses, everyone was able to enjoy their time and had some much need laughter amongst themselves and the new friends they found on the ranch.

Though Noctis was a bit insulted that Prompto wanted to share the bed with Artemisia instead of him.

#stand by me fanfic #ffxv fanfic #ffxv oc #ffxv game rewrite #chocobros x oc #gladiolus amicitia #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #artemisia thanos

[blousejudo6]

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[taexual]

Broken Happy Ever After / Jin x Reader

Overwhelmed by the sudden realization that this life was not as easy as it had first seemed, you choose to put an end to your marriage, despite loving Jin with all of your heart. However, he’s not going to let you go without a fight.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Warnings: strong language, A N G S T, but also some fluff i’m not an absolute monster

Words: 6k.

Request: Hey! Could you do a scenario with Jin ? It's about him and his wife (the reader) ? A sasaeng aggressed her and she was so traumatized that she decided to divorce and start a new life, somewhere away from Seoul, but Jin kind of managed to make her stay ? (Angst) 😋

Thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy!  🖤        

You haven’t slept well on Sunday night, which is why this Monday was twice as difficult for you. Obviously, you regretted staying up so late, but once you went on Twitter you hadn’t been able to stop scrolling. And soon enough, you found an entire hate account dedicated to you.

You knew Jin didn’t like it when you read the hate messages some people sent you and usually, you stayed clear of them but that night you just couldn’t. Curiosity got the best of you and you weren’t in control of your actions when it was 2am, so you clicked on the account and for the next two hours proceeded to torture yourself by reading the hateful tweets that were apparently submitted by different people.

You knew Jin had fans who weren’t particularly fond of you. After you two got married, the number of such fans decreased, but there still were some. Or so you thought. That night you found a whole new world of people who hated you with passion.

This realization hit you so hard that even after you managed to go to bed and feel the warmth of Jin’s body next to yours, you still couldn’t close your eyes, every single hateful tweet replaying in your head over and over.

When you woke up that Monday morning, Jin was already gone but he left you a post-it note on the pillow on his side of the bed like he usually did. Smiling for the first time in nearly twelve hours, you picked up the note to read it.

“Good morning, my beautiful wife (I’ll never get tired of calling you that). Have a great day. Can’t wait to see you in the evening. Love you. Your husband (Jin).”

You chuckled at the last part of the note. Just this simple gesture - a note that he probably wrote at the last minute before leaving - managed to make the pain, that you felt the whole night, go away in a matter of seconds.

You carried on with your day then, not even feeling the exhaustion of the sleepless night you’ve had.

Work was difficult that day. It seemed as though everyone wanted the impossible from you and then got angry at you for not delivering it. You felt like you were going crazy and you couldn’t wait to go home.

And then your car broke down. You couldn’t even drive out of the parking lot of your office. Annoyed, you called the service to pick the car up. At first, you thought you’d wait for them to come, hoping for a lift, but then you realized you’d freeze if you stood in one spot, waiting. And despite it being cold, it was a beautiful night. So, feeling like you could use the twenty-minute walk from your office to your house, you decided not to wait any longer and deal with your car tomorrow.

Just as you started to walk, your phone began to ring. Before picking it up, you noticed that it was your travel agent calling.

“Yeah?” you picked up, a little surprised.

“Hello, Y/n, it’s Mina. I’m afraid there’s been some complications with your trip,” she said, making your stomach sink. “Can I explain and offer some alternatives?”

Your and Jin’s first anniversary was coming up and ever since the wedding, the two of you have been dreaming about a trip to New Zealand, which is why you decided to surprise Jin with tickets to Auckland as an anniversary gift.

“Yes, please. What’s wrong?” you asked, already feeling like this Monday was the worst one you’ve had in a while.

“You see, the airline that we were using has bankrupted and—”

Suddenly, you heard two female voices behind you and stopped listening to what Mina was saying on the phone.

“She’s probably on the phone with some guy.”

“Knowing how big of a slut she is, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was on her way to meet some guy right now.”

“Poor Jin. I can’t believe that he doesn’t see through her.”

You stopped breathing when you realized that those two girls were really talking about you. Clutching the phone to your ear tighter, you decided to speed up and hope they will just walk away.

“—which is why I think it’d be best to postpone the trip,” Mina concluded on the other end of the phone.

“Wait, postpone it?” you suddenly asked. “I can’t postpone it. The trip was supposed to be a gift. Is there any other alternative?”

“Uh, let me check,” Mina said and you heard her start clicking buttons on her keyboard.

Meanwhile, the two girls behind you were getting louder, indicating that they were now closer to you.

“I kind of want to talk to her, you know? Like, tell her how much of a worthless bitch she is to her face.”

“Good idea! Maybe she’ll finally understand that she doesn’t deserve Jin.”

Your heart was in your throat when you heard the sound of running. Suddenly, you saw one girl on each side of you. You tried to calm your breathing and avoid panicking.

“Actually, Mina,” you interrupted the travel agent. “Now’s not a very good time, I’m on my way home from work. Can I call you back in just a few minutes?”

“Sure,” Mina replied and you hung up the phone instantly.

Carefully, you slid the phone into the pocket of your coat and turned to look at the girl on your right.

“Can I help you?” you asked her, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“Yeah,” the girl answered. “Why don’t you just fucking die, bitch?”

Your heart hammered in your chest as the other girl laughed at this.

“Seriously,” the girl on your left started. “Who the fuck do you think you are, always acting like you’re so much better than everyone else? You think just because you managed to seduce Jin, now you’re the queen of the whole fucking world?”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “But I really have to go.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” the first girl said. “We’ll walk with you. Get to know each other. Bond a little. Do you mind?”

“Actually—”

“Of course she minds, Hanna,” Girl #2 interrupted you. “She’s too good for us, remember?”

“Look,” you stopped walking and turned to look at them both. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I really am. But I have stuff to do and I need to be on my way.”

“Oh, so we’re bothering you,” the first girl, Hanna, said as she took a step closer to you. “Don’t you think that’s kind of hypocritical, considering you’ve been a pain in our asses for the past… how many years was it? Four? Five?”

You almost corrected her by saying that it’s been six years – not four or five – since you met Jin but chose to stay quiet, so as to not add more fuel to the already blazing fire.

“I hope you know you’re a huge fucking bitch,” the second girl added. You tried to start walking again but they blocked your way. “And there’s not a single person in the world that loves you.”

“Can I please just—” you tried, only to be interrupted again.

“Die? Yes! About time you do that!” Hanna snapped.

Afraid of their close proximity, you tried to unlock your phone without getting it out of your pocket so you could call the police if things escalated.

“We’d help you with that,” the other girl said. “But we don’t want to get our hands dirty. I’m sure there’s someone else who’ll do it for us, though.”

You weren’t breathing anymore, afraid that if you moved a single muscle, they’ll do something far worse than just harass you with words.

“Scared all of a sudden?” Hanna said, noticing that you’ve been frozen in your spot. “Good. It’s time for you to understand your place. You’re nothing. You hear me?”

You stayed quiet as you watched her walk even closer to you and stop centimeters away from your face.

“Fucking answer me, you slut!” she yelled into your face.

You closed your eyes but stayed quiet, not being able to get a word out due to paralyzing fear.

“Now she’s going to pretend we don’t exist to her,” you heard the other girls voice.

“Fucking bitch,” Hanna added and then – despite not seeing her do it – you felt her spit on you, her saliva landing on your scarf, right below your face.

You flinched in horror as you opened your eyes and managed to see both of them laugh loudly and walk away from you, giving you the middle finger while you still stood in the same spot, unable to believe that this actually happened.

When you finally managed to walk again, you chose to call a cab, fearing another similar encounter.

The taxi driver picked you up in five minutes and he tried to make small-talk with you the entire ride to your house but you stayed quiet, only nodding or shaking your head politely.

Once you finally got home, you could tell that Jin was already there because you saw the light in the kitchen from outside, and because once you entered, incredible smells – that partially soothed your shaken up heart – greeted your senses right away.

“You’re finally back!” Jin exclaimed when he heard you lock the door. “Did work hold you back tonight?”

You saw your husband exit the kitchen and walk down the hallway to give you a kiss on the cheek. The sight of him in his favorite red apron always made you smile lovingly, but you didn’t even notice if the apron was on today.

“Y/n,” he said, after having pulled away from you. “Are you okay? You look really… weird.”

“I’m…” you started but then stopped, not knowing if you should be telling him what just happened. And if you should, then how? “Can we talk?”

“Talk? What happened?” Jin asked, suddenly alarmed. “Oh, God, if you’re breaking up with me over something stupid that I did, then please don’t. I swear I didn’t mean it. It’s because of the phone charger of yours that I broke, isn’t it? I’ll buy you a new one, I promise—”

“Jin,” you stopped his seemingly endless tirade. “It’s not that. And by the way, I didn’t know about the charger.”

“Oh,” Jin swallowed. “Forget it then. Let’s go to the kitchen. I’m almost done with dinner.”

You nodded and followed him to the kitchen. As he finished preparing the meal, you slowly told him about arguably the worst Monday of your life. He listened patiently while you talked about the stress of work, the anxiety of your car breaking down, and the utter fear of the two girls who harassed you.

“And you’re sure they were fans?” Jin asked once you were done.

That was not the question you were expecting from him.

You shrugged your shoulders. “It seemed so. They mentioned your name multiple times.”

Jin sighed. “No, but see, ARMYs don’t do that. They’re not… they’re not like that.”

“Okay,” you chose to agree with it, never wanting to stand in the way of him and his fanbase. “So they weren’t fans. They were just obsessed with you.”

Jin bit his lip as he thought about this.

Seeing how difficult it was for him to find the right thing to say, you chose to speak instead.

“Look, I’m not telling you this because I want you to do something about it because I understand that there’s nothing to be done,” you said. “I just don’t want to keep secrets from you.”

“No, I get it,” Jin nodded. “I just find it hard to believe that someone would actually do this. I mean, it sounds ridiculous. Are you sure they weren’t just talking to each other and you sort of—”

“Jin, they spit on me,” you said with wide eyes, not being able to believe that he was doubting your story. “They literally blocked my way, yelled at me, and then spit on me. I’m pretty sure I didn’t imagine that.”

“Okay, okay,” Jin said in a voice that showed you he wanted you to calm down and that riled you up even more. “I understand. I’m just saying that maybe there’s a logical explanation why—”

“A logical explanation?!” your voice was visibly raised now. “Since when is harassing strangers on the street logical?!”

“Well…”

“Are you... actually trying to justify their actions right now?” you asked, staring at him in disbelief.

“No, honey, of course not,” Jin told you in a soft voice. “I’m sorry this happened to you. I guess I’m just trying to find a way to explain this because it makes no sense.”

“You’re damn right it doesn’t!” you shouted. “But that doesn’t mean it needs an explanation. Those girls freaked me out. I’m not asking you to hunt them down and get them arrested—”

“Well, what are you asking me for, then?” Jin interrupted you, his voice louder, too. “Do you want me to apologize to you for their actions? Fine! I’m sorry they claim to hate you!”

“They don’t—they fucking threatened to kill me, Jin!” you have lost all patience right now and groaned as ran your hand through your hair. “I don’t care about the hate I get, okay? I mean, of course, I care, it makes me sad, but it doesn’t make me scared for my life. These girls said, and I’m quoting, that they’re sure there’s a person who’ll kill me, so they won’t have to get their “hands dirty.””

“Maybe they’re children, they don’t know what they’re—”

“They looked my age!” you countered before he could even finish. “And sure, maybe they can’t suffocate me with their bare hands but there’s guns, Jin. And lots of other weapons.”

“Guns?” Jin raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“It’s not extr—okay. I’m done,” you said, turning around to exit the kitchen. “I don’t want to talk about this with you anymore. I’m going to bed.”

“Y/n, come on—”

“Don’t. I want to be alone.”

And Jin made this wish come true.

He only knocked on your bedroom door when it was time to go to sleep and by this time, you had already fallen asleep and he didn’t want to wake you, so he just quietly got into bed next to you. He stared at your sleeping features for hours, soundlessly apologizing for not being there for you.

When you woke up the next morning, Jin was gone again. The memories of your fight last night flooded your brain as soon as you saw the empty space beside you. You felt bad about not making up last night, but also you’d be lying if you said his indifference to the attack didn’t hurt you.

Jin’s post-it note was on the pillow again and with a racing heart, you reached out to pick it up.

“Good morning, love of my life. I’m so sorry for everything I said last night. I wish I could apologize to you out loud but you look so beautiful when you sleep, I don’t want to wake you. Call me when you wake up, please? I love you so much. Kisses, your husband.”

You could barely read the last few sentences due to him using smaller letters so the whole text would fit into the note.

Not wasting any time, you picked up your phone, calling Jin immediately.

And you stayed on the phone with him for two hours. You were already in your office by the time you finished the phone call – actually, you only finished the phone call because your boss was giving you angry looks and tapping her wristwatch to show you that it was time to get back to work. Jin claimed she was just jealous of your love and that made you laugh, cheering you up even more.

You had high hopes for today. Jin promised to pick you up and take you to a restaurant to make up for the fight and you weren’t going to say no. Also, you finally rescheduled the flight to Auckland, and you thought the dinner with Jin was the perfect place to announce the trip.

Once you finished work, you exited the building to see Jin already waiting for you with the biggest grin on his face.

“There’s my wife!” he yelled loudly, despite standing ten feet from you.

You laughed as you approached him and allowed him to hug you tightly as if he hasn’t seen you in forever. Then, he opened the passenger door for you and jogged around the car to sit behind the wheel.

The trip to the restaurant was filled with light-hearted banter and Jin’s favorite dad-jokes that somehow never failed to make you laugh (both of you thought this was why you fit so well together).

The entire dinner was just as fantastic. Jin was a gentleman and you kept teasing him about it but he said he just wanted to show you how much he loved you. And he successfully did that. You were smiling all throughout dinner, not even thinking about anything that caused you pain the previous day. The news that you had booked a trip to New Zealand for your anniversary seemed to remove the smallest traces of last night’s fight that there could have been left. Jin basically picked you up and spun you around in the middle of the restaurant, after you told him about the trip.

 A few hours later, before heading home from the restaurant, Jin stopped by the bathroom and you stayed in your seat to finish your dessert.

Suddenly, right as you were about to put the last spoonful of cake into your mouth, someone dragged your chair back. Confused, you raised your head to see a girl, staring at you.

“Excuse me?” you asked, awkwardly watching as she released the back of your chair and walked around to face you.

A few people from nearby tables have turned to look at what was happening and you started to realize that this girl was not good news. Besides smelling like she just finished drinking the entire bar of the restaurant, she also looked like she was about to snap your neck in half.

“Can I help you?” you asked her quietly, already looking around for security to notice this encounter, but none of them seemed to think that the girl in front of you was dangerous.

“Actually, yeah, Y/n. You can,” the girl said and right as you were about to stand up and walk out of here before any drama could start, she extended her hand and placed it on the back of your chair, above your shoulder, pushing you backward harshly.

You fell back with your chair, groaning when your back hit the floor and going dizzy for a moment from the impact. You heard the people around you gasp and put their cutlery down.

The fear you felt when you saw the girl climb on top of you and roughly throw you off the chair so you were lying on your back on the floor, was evident in your eyes, and that seemed to fuel her.

“I want you to fucking die, you stupid bitch,” the girl screamed as she grabbed your hair and pulled at it with all of her might.

You screamed in pain and tried to kick her off of you, but she proved to be a lot heavier than you were.

“Don’t fucking fight me,” she snapped at you, suddenly releasing your hair and standing up from you. “You’re the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. I’m going to fucking kill you for what you’ve done. You thought you’d just get away with marrying Jin? You thought everything would be over? Well, guess fucking what. Now it’s time you get what you deserve.”

Right as she said those words, she kicked you in the thigh. As you yelled in pain and rolled over to your side to grab your hurting leg, she kicked you in the back, knocking your breath out of you.

You heard her yell something but no more kicks came. You couldn’t see anything because your tears have blurred your vision but based on the other voices, you assumed someone pulled your attacker away from you.

The pain in your back was so severe that you couldn’t stand up and you were breathing in quick shallow breaths, feeling your lungs ache with every intake of air.

“Y/n,” you heard Jin’s voice. “Y/n, baby, can you look at me?”

You tried to roll onto your back but this movement caused you even more pain, so you just shook your head, while you tried to control your tears.

“Should we call an ambulance, sir?” a different voice asked.

“Yes, please,” Jin answered him and you felt his hand touch your shoulder. “Can you sit up, love? Is anything broken?”

“I c-can’t br-breathe,” you managed to whisper.

“Baby, just hold on,” Jin said, his voice full of concern. “The ambulance is on their way, okay? And I’m right here. You’re safe now.”

You wanted to tell him that you weren’t safe. That you’d never be safe. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t talk at all, not to mention breathing. Your entire body ached but most of all, you felt so unexplainably broken that you just wanted to disappear.

The ambulance arrived at the restaurant ten minutes later and by then, you had already managed to sit up and breathe with the help of a yoga instructor who – by a lucky coincidence – was having dinner in the same restaurant.

The police were next to arrive. They arrested your attacker and took Jin’s contacts so he could press charges later.

Jin accompanied you to the hospital, not releasing your hand the whole way there. You still weren’t talking and the doctors put an oxygen mask on you so you wouldn’t pass out from the lack of air your lungs were receiving.

Forensic medicine examiners looked at your injuries and wrote everything down, already preparing for the court process since they had no doubt you’d sue your attacker.

Luckily, no serious damage was done. Your lungs weren’t punctured, so you resulted in a few bruises on your leg that caused it to swell up slightly, and a large bruise on your back from where the girl had kicked you.

However, due to the fact that you still couldn’t breathe properly, the doctors wanted to keep you in the hospital, but you just wanted to go home, so they had no choice but to let you go.

Once Jin helped you lie down in your bed at home, the panic you’ve been feeling ever since the attack sort of subsided. You felt really exhausted but you were too shaken up to sleep. The doctors had prescribed you sleeping pills but you didn’t feel like taking them, especially not after you took so many pills to relieve the pain.

“Would you like some water? Tea?” Jin asked but you shook your head both times. “Can I do anything else for you, baby? Tell me anything.”

“Nothing,” you said. “I don’t want anything.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Well, kind of. I took a lot of pills.”

“No, I mean… emotionally,” Jin said awkwardly.

You weren’t sure how to explain what you were feeling.

“I’m afraid to feel anything,” you admitted finally. “I thought last night would be the last time someone harassed me on the street. But then the same thing happened tonight and… God knows how many more times it might happen again.”

“Wait… you think these two attacks are related?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “I thought that’s obvious.”

“W-Why do you think the attack today is related to the one yesterday?” Jin asked.

“Because both of these people were your fans?” you answered in a sarcastic tone.

“N-no,” Jin shook his head. “I told you, my fans would never do this.”

“Okay, Jin. You love your fans. I get it. But I don’t know what else to call the people who love you so much that they think it’s okay to attempt to kill me.”

“They—wait. She just pushed you, she didn’t—”

“She just pushed me?” you frowned. “I can’t believe you actually said that.”

“No, I’m just saying that she didn’t try to kill you, she just—”

“She literally said ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’ to me, Jin,” you told him, unable to believe that you two were having the same argument for the second time in a row.

“Right but—”

“You finish this sentence, Jin, and I swear to God, I’m not sleeping in the same bed with you,” you told him with a dead serious expression. “I can’t believe you’re defending a person who just attempted to beat me to death in the middle of a public restaurant.”

“Baby, you’re going through a lot of emotions right now. I’m not defending anyone,” he insisted.

“Oh, you’re not? Then why do I keep hearing you make excuses for her?” you asked, angrily. “I don’t care if this girl worships you, as long as her way of proving her love to you, is by abusing others. Do you hear me? I won’t tolerate violence and I would appreciate it if you didn’t either.”

“I don’t tolerate violence,” he said, looking down. “I’m just trying to tell you that maybe it wasn’t as bad as you imagined it.”

You sat on the bed, unable to breathe and think clearly because of the injuries you just suffered and here he was, the person that you were supposed to trust with your life, telling you that maybe your injuries weren’t that bad.

“Leave,” you told him. “Get out. Right now.”

“W-what?” Jin looked at you with a scared face.

“You heard me. I don’t want to look at you right now. Get the hell out, Jin.”

“Y/n—”

“Fucking leave, Jin!” you lost control suddenly.

Jin, scared of your outburst, got up from the bed and approached the door of the bedroom slowly. He turned back to look at you and saw you hug your knees closer to your chest while you hid your face from him.

He knew you were crying. But he also knew it was best to leave you alone when you asked him to. So he did.

Sitting there, alone in your bedroom, you’ve never felt more betrayed. You couldn’t understand why Jin wasn’t taking your side in this situation. You tried to think rationally and not play the victim but Jin clearly thought the attack wasn’t serious, even though your mental well-being was probably damaged for the rest of your life.

Finally, after a tireless night that you spent crying softly into your pillow, you’ve decided what you’ll be doing next.

When Jin quietly entered your bedroom the next morning, he had expected to see you still asleep. He wasn’t expecting to see your suitcase on the bed. He wasn’t expecting to see you with your head stuck in your closet, throwing your clothes out, either

“Y/n..?” he asked, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Packing,” you replied shortly.

“Yes, I see that,” he said. “But why?”

“I’m leaving.”

Jin felt his heart drop. “W-what? What do you mean? Where?”

“Anywhere.”

“What?” he entered the room and walked towards the closet, so he could see you. “Y/n, what are you talking about? Where are you going? Why?”

You stopped packing for a moment. With a sigh, you turned to look at him.

“I can’t stay here when it no longer feels as if we’re each other’s main priority, Jin,” you told him. “Last few days showed me where your priorities truly are and I respect that. But I don’t understand and I’m no longer willing to question your logic. I’m done.”

“D-done?” his voice started to shake.

“Done,” you repeated. “Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten married.”

This was the final blow that forced his entire world to collapse around him.

“Y/n, no. Don’t say that. You can’t say that. You know we love each other,” he said, desperately trying to get you to see.

“I thought so, too,” you said. “But real challenges in life show how true that love is.”

“And now you think ours isn’t true?”

You stayed quiet for a moment and then sighed again. “I don’t know what to think.”

“Well, stop, then,” Jin asked, taking your hand into his. You wanted to pull it out of his grip but he just held onto it tighter. “Y/n, please, let’s sit down. Let’s talk about this. I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I don’t understand what’s happening, either!” you said, roughly pulling your hand out of his. “One moment I’m talking to my travel agent, planning a romantic getaway for our first anniversary and the next, I’m being brutally beaten in a restaurant by obsessive fans, while you sit back and defend them!”

“I…” Jin opened his mouth to speak but he was at a loss for words.

“I knew this wouldn’t be easy,” you said. “You told me that from the start. And I put up with a lot. A whole fucking lot, Jin. But I’m not going to listen to you say that the attacks I’ve suffered weren’t serious because they were. I won’t allow you to tell me otherwise.”

“I’m not!” Jin said, his eyes already filled with panicked tears. “I love you more than life, Y/n, and seeing you hurt broke my heart. I just can’t believe there can exist such people who would purposefully want to cause so much harm.”

“Well, you’re living in a dream world, then, Jin. Because, newsflash: murderers are very real and, apparently, they live right here, under our noses.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I was wrong. It was naïve of me to think that we’d be safe from the hate of the world if we didn’t believe it existed. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

You stayed quiet after this. You didn’t know how to tell him that it was too late to apologize. You had already made up your mind to leave.

You got up from the bed to walk to your suitcase so you could finish packing.

Jin watched you move with sorrow in his eyes. “Y/n, please don’t go. I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“And I can’t stay,” you answered. “It’s breaking my heart, too. It feels like I’m dying, Jin. But I just can’t stay.”

Jin jumped from the bed and ran towards you, falling to his knees right in front of you.

“Y/n, I swear, I won’t survive it if you leave me. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Please, just don’t go,” he begged, hugging your knees and pulling you closer to him.

“Jin, stop,” you said, trying to get out of his grip and nearly falling off because he was holding you so tight. “It’s too late. You can’t do anything. I already know your point of view—”

“No, you don’t. You don’t know anything,” he continued, tears already rolling down his cheeks. “I called the police last night. I’ll be going over there today to press charges against that girl from the restaurant. And I want you to come with me so you could describe those girls from the street the other night. I want you to get a restraining order against them.”

You listened to this patiently, knowing that this was just a drop in the ocean.

“Jin, that’s just us against the world,” you said. “We sue three people, there’s three hundred more waiting. I just… I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stand the constant hate. The harassment. The death threats. It’s just too much.”

“I know, baby, I know. Believe me. I see your pain, I do,” Jin said. “But you told me I was worth it. You told me our relationship was worth it. What happened? Do you no longer love me?”

You fell to your knees, so you were his height, too.

“I love you with all of my heart, Jin,” you said. “But I’m not sure about what you feel.”

“What?” he gasped, suddenly offended. “You don’t think I love you? H-how can you say that? You’re the most important person in my life! I thought I proved that multiple times—”

“In this case, words speak louder than actions. I don’t doubt that you love me,” you explained. “But I’m not sure which place I take in your heart.”

“There are no places! You’re the only one!”

You turned your head away from him. “Jin—”

“No, Y/n, listen to me! I know that what I said last night, and the night before that sounded horrible. It wasn’t right for me to say those things. I don’t know what I was thinking,” he said. “But you can’t leave because of that. Let’s talk about it. Let’s work on this. I swear I take everything I said back. I’ll put every single person who looks at you the wrong way behind bars, just please, don’t leave me.”

You tried to stand up, but Jin grabbed your hands, not allowing you to walk away from him.

“I can’t, Jin,” you told him. “I need time. I need to think. To recover.”

“Think here. I’ll go. I’ll leave. I just need to know where you are. I need to know that you’re okay.”

You thought about it for a moment. You didn’t want to kick him out of your shared house but you couldn’t stay with him, either. And if the only way he was going to let you go is if he was the one who left, then you had to accept his terms.

“It’s not right, though,” you said. “I’m the one who wants to leave—”

“No, baby, I can’t let you leave,” he shook his head, desperately trying to show you how much he regretted his previous actions, while tears poured out of his eyes. “Stay here. Stay here as long as you want, okay? Take as much time as you need. I’ll… I’ll be someplace else. I won’t bother you, just… at the end of the day, please don’t end this. Don’t break my heart.”

Breaking his heart was never your intention. You loved him more than anything and the thought of hurting him, hurt you even more. But your mind was a mess and you needed to get yourself together.

So, you nodded, agreeing. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Jin nodded, too, standing up from the floor and helping you stand up as well. He wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and took a deep breath. “I’ll go. Please, just… stay here. And call me when you’re ready to talk to me, okay?”

You nodded slowly.

“Can you just promise me one thing, though?” Jin asked before leaving.

“What is it?”

“No matter what you decide to do,” he said, trying to stop the tears from coming back. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye.”

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