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omnivorousshipper · 3 years ago

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Hey :) I love your writing

I'm in love with you de-aged deckard fic, I can't help but picture Luke and the crews response, even his mums response to the whole thing.

I hope your having a good day, I just wanted to tell you I like the fic and ask if your planning to write more?

Awwwww!! Thank you! <3 I actually had Mama Shaw and the crew’s reactions planned out, but with these kinds of fics, I want them spread out so you guys can get a much more detailed story overall.

And just for you friend, here’s part three!

Part 2 here

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Owen watched Hattie bolt past Deckard and towards the door and frowned when Deckard scrambled away from her hard. Standing, Owen walked over and pocked his head out the door and saw Deckard pressed up against the wall with a wide eyed expression on his face. His breathing was coming a little fast, but Owen just chalked it up to him not expecting Hattie’s level of energy.

Looking down at his brother, Owen couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. Hattie had definitely picked the most obnoxious dress but it seemed to fit Deckard well enough. He just hoped she had picked things also in his size or else he’d always be wearing that dress. However, his bowl-cut needed work because he looked absolutely ridiculous. What had their parents been thinking when giving Deckard a haircut? Shaking his head, Owen would get him a proper style later. Even if it was odd to think about getting Deckard any type of appointment involving hair.

“Come on,” Owen spoke softly. “Food’s here.”

Deckard nodded and followed after him dutifully. As they entered the living space, Owen raised an eyebrow when he saw the piles of clothes neatly set up on the end table next to the couch. Was Deckard always a neat freak?

Hattie was already busy pulling domes of food off the cart and placing them on the table. Nudging Deckard towards a chair, Owen grabbed the plates and silverware to set the table. He could see Deckard standing awkwardly next to the table out of the corner of his eye. But as soon as Owen sat down, Deckard did the same.

Which was when Owen noticed an issue.

The table was too tall for Deckard to comfortably eat.

Hissing under his breath, Owen stood up quickly and roughly grabbed one of the couch cushions. Turning back to Deckard, he gestured for the boy to get off the seat and was met with wide eyes, almost like a deer caught in headlights.

“Get up.” Owen said gruffly and that had Deckard scrambling off the chair. Placing the cushion down, Owen gestured towards the little boy again. “Come here.”

Deckard clutched at the hem of his dress and simply stared at Owen’s outreached hands.

“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” Owen snapped. Deckard shook his head sharply and edged closer to Owen. Once he was close enough, Owen grabbed him under the armpits and plunked him down on top of the cushion. What he didn’t like was just how light Deckard weighed. He didn’t know much about children, but he shouldn’t be able to comfortably pick a ten year old up. Nor did he like the way Deckard became dead weight in his arms and went like almost like he was a doll.

Squinting down at the boy, Owen didn’t like the way his head was bowed and he refused to meet Owen’s eyes. What was wrong with Deckard? Owen had loved being picked up as a kid. He always demanded his brother and sitters always pick him up. Didn’t Deckard enjoy it as well?

“Oh, sit down.” Hattie snapped.

Rolling his eyes, Owen sat down looked over the food. There were all sorts of dishes, all of them including the basic food groups so Owen wasn’t too worried about not feeding Deckard correctly or not. As he and Hattie piled their plates high, he noticed Deckard had yet to even pick anything. Placing his plate down, Owen picked up Deckard’s.

“What do you want to eat?”

Deckard glanced up at him and bit his lip. Owen was getting worried he might actually bite through it. Finally, the little boy pointed at platter of stir-fry and Owen piled his plate high. With a critical expression, Owen watched until Deckard picked up a fork and actually took a bite. Letting out a soft sigh of relief, Owen dug into his own food. Since when did he care when his siblings ate?

“Do you think we should call mum?” Owen spoke up and looked over at Hattie, who snorted with disdain.

“What for? She won’t want to raise any of us again.”

Not like she raised us, Owen thought.

“Yeah, but we have no idea what we’re doing.” Owen pointed out. “She can act like he’s the grandkid she’s always wanted.”

“You can call her if you want.” Hattie shrugged. “If you wanna pawn him off onto someone else, why not the crew he always hangs out with?”

Owen took a bite of food and thought over that. The Toretto crew already had a few children and probably wouldn’t mind taking care of another one. And Owen wouldn’t mind seeing Hobbs’ face when he saw Deckard. Maybe then the idiot would stop trying to hit on their brother.

“I’ll call mum when we’re done.” Owen said finally. Looking over, he saw Deckard had finished half of his plate and was now simply staring down at the table. “What do you think, Deck? Do you want to go play with some other kids?”

“If you want me to.” Deckard mumbled.

Owen blinked.

“I don’t give a bloody f-” Owen cut himself off. “I don’t care what you do. Do you want to or not?”

Deckard’s head bowed even further, his chin tucked against his chest as he only shrugged in response. Glaring, Owen glanced over to Hattie, who shrugged as well. What ten year old didn’t want to go play with kids his age? Wasn’t it better than being stuck with a bunch of adults?

Dinner finished in silence.

Standing, Owen looked over at Hattie and gestured to Deckard. He was her responsibility for the time being. He firmly ignored the eye roll she sent him as he went back to one of the bedrooms. Pulling out his phone, Owen called up his mother’s second in command, Jeffrey.

“Unless you are currently on fire, I don’t care.” Jeffrey’s voice was incredibly dry when he finally answered.

“Not right this moment, but probably this evening.” Owen responded smoothly. “Is my mum available? I have some news for her.”

“What kind of news?”

“Some good, some bad.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Honestly, probably not.”

“Fine. Just a moment.”

Owen was glad Jeffrey never wanted to know about their personal lives. Made things much easier, especially when the other man had to clean up their messes. After a minute, Queenie’s voice sounded over the phone.

“What the bloody hell did you do this time, Oh?”

“It wasn’t me.” Owen told her cheerfully. “This time.”

“What happened?”

“Me, Deck, and Hatts went after Eteon and it didn’t go well.”

“And what does that mean?”

“We were caught.” Owen sighed. “They stuck some needle in Deck’s neck and suddenly he was screaming. By the end of it, he was a kid again. We’ve escaped, but we’re stuck with a ten year old Deck.”

Queenie was quiet.

“You’re not pulling my leg?” She asked quietly.

“No.”

“Fuck.”

“Yep.”

“Don’t get smart with me.” She snapped.

“How else would I be with you?” Owen sneered, but his face fell. “What do you want us to do with him?”

“Bring him to London. I want to see this for myself.”

“Will do.”

A sharp click signaled she had hung up. Sighing, Owen shook his head. He didn’t know how Deckard would react when he saw their mum several decades older. He was already so jumpy with him and Hattie, who knows how he’d act with her. Standing, Owen headed back into the main room and stopped in his tracks.

Deckard was standing on a chair at the sink and scrubbing at the plates they had used for dinner. Hattie was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels and not paying any attention to Deckard.

“Hatts!” Owen hissed. “What is he doing?”

“He wanted to do the dishes.” She glared up at him. “I wasn’t going to tell him no. Rather that than him running around and screaming.”

“I doubt he would do that.” Owen sighed. “But he doesn’t need to do that.”

“You go tell him then. He wouldn’t stop fidgeting until I let him.”

Owen frowned. Maybe letting Deckard clean wasn’t a bad thing. Especially since it was the only thing he had done of his own accord since coming there.

Sitting down next to Hattie, Owen kept an eye on Deckard in case the little boy fell off the chair.

#deckard shaw #owen shaw #hattie shaw #de aged fic #a different de aged fic #asks #omni answers #omni writes

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kingofdirtandnothing · 4 years ago

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polyfacetious asked: Brixton & Shaw Teeny Weeny Au Meme: (Accepting)

Born To Run - Bruce Springsteen

He sees him bloody everywhere.

It doesn’t matter that there’s an ocean between them now, and no way for Brixton to follow him. Or that Deckard has given up London and high rises and a Bugatti for Kansas and a ramshackle farmhouse, and a pick up truck.

It doesn’t change a damn thing.

He still rolls over at night and sees him, drenched in moonlight, with two bullet wounds in his chest and one in his temple. Dark eyes betrayed, and accusing.

He sees him in the supermarket, a leather jacket and a tall bloke turning the corner. But when Deckard turns that same corner, it’s just a local.

It’s the same in the liquor store. The hardware store. The barn, where he’s got himself half underneath a tractor.

But when Deckard pulls out from beneath his John Deere and sees that same face, there’s a shadow cast against the old beaten down into the dusty ground.

“...you’re dead.”

#ch: shaw #polyfacetious | brixton #polyfacetious #shrugs to the moon #meme reply #queued

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deer-head-xiris · 7 years ago

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We’re Ok.

(This is an RP between myself and @thefoodwiththedood for their character Hes and my Xiris! All named OC clones belong to Wyatt as well :>

Full fic under the cut!)

Deer-Head-Xiris.

The supply ships began their descent toward the planet’s surface, Xiris at the helm with their master Aayla Secura and Commander Bly. The destruction from the battles on the ground was visible the moment they broke through the thick cloud cover. Remnants of bombings and blaster fire encased the surface like fresh wounds, a few fires still burning around fallen battle droids and clone trooper vessels. It’s awful, Xiris thought, they couldn’t even tell who the victor was from this . “We’re approaching General Krell’s basecamp.” Reported the piloting clone trooper. “Very good,” Aayla responded, “from the looks of it, I’m sure we have our work cut out for us...” Bly spoke lowly, “I’m wondering how much this victory was worth, if I’m gonna be honest.” Xiris hopped onto their Master’s shoulders, “this is Krell’s work, right? Didn’t Nat say they didn’t like him-“ They were cut off by Aayla holding a finger to her own lips, whispering in response, “Shhh, Xiris- now is not the time for that, Krell’s men need our help.” Xiris whispered to her quiet enough to where only she and Bly could hear, “I know, I know- but still...” Aayla sighed in response, “Do not start anything you may regret, padawan. I trust Nat’s judgement of others as much as you do, but we must focus on the task at hand.” Xiris nodded, a heaviness settling in their gut as the basecamp came to view. There were hardly any troopers visible at all, many if not all of them clearly injured but still helping to treat others in worse condition. There were a few tents, however, and Xiris hoped there were more survivors there.

Aayla put a hand on Bly’s shoulder, motioning for Xiris to go over to him. “Commander, you and Xiris go to the wounded. I’m to meet Master Krell in the main tent, I’ll be joining with you two again later on.”

“Yes, General.” Bly brushed a hand against Aayla’s, a silent gesture of affection the two of them had developed as a ‘goodbye’ for while they’re on duty. Xiris noticed this each time, but knew better than to speak of it.

The ships landed, troopers hurrying off to assist with supplies. Bly and Xiris made their way to a large concentration of injured clones, going to speak with the other commanding officers. Xiris hopped off of Bly’s shoulders and went to assess the situation for themself. They walked over to a clone who was unconscious on a makeshift stretcher, his right leg missing. It was hard not to be overwhelmed by all of this pain, Xiris was often too empathetic for their own good. No matter how many battles they joined, it never got easier at this point. They reached their small hand out to hold the clone’s hand, gripping it gently.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"He'll be okay," Luhsanuhes piped up, walking towards the Lurmen. She'd been surprised to see them at first as she walked into camp, just as she'd been too shy to speak up immediately. The way they grabbed Greaser's hand helped to settle her nerves, however---somehow, that made them seem more kind than strange. Luhsanuhes joined them at Greaser's cot, setting a hand on his shoulder. "Our medics are some of the best in the army," she sighed deeply, reflecting on the past battle "we need 'em more than the rest of the army, too"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris was somewhat startled when they were approached, as their focus had been fairly intense just a moment before. They nodded in response, however, acknowledging the new presence.

“I can understand why…” they responded, eyes moving from the clone to the devaronian girl. “You are Krell’s padawan, yes? I’m Xiris, Master Secura’s padawan.” They extended their hand to her, removing it from the Clone’s grasp.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

After a moment's hesitation, Luhsanuhes took her hand from Greaser and shook Xiris's. "Commander Luhsanuhes Kassonchuav Chad'tekt, at your service," she smiled embassedly, realizing Xiris probably didn't care about full military titles "You can shorten that, though, if you want---Oh, and...this is Greaser" she gestured to the trooper on the cot, gently squeezing his hand as Xiris had done. "He jumped on a grenade to save me and General Krell---I mean, he didn't ask if the general was alright when I helped him here, but I'm sure he meant to save the both of us"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

They regarded the clone once more, silently wishing him well before responding.

“Luhsa...nuhes,” they carefully spoke her name, attempting to get it correct, but to their dismay, they couldn’t keep up with the rest of the name. They were relieved when she said they could shorten it, “Oh! Hmm, would you mind if I called you Hes? Or Lucy, whatever you’d like!” Their ears perked up as they suggested names, they enjoyed creating familiarity with new people.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Hes..." Luhsanuhes repeated the nickname---it was only the last syllable of her first name, but it had a certain ring to it. A comforting sound, almost. "That's...yeah, I like that!" She stifled a giddy laugh, but she couldn't stop herself from at least smiling. "I mean, everyone usually just calls me 'commander', but that's way better!"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris beamed a big smile at her, satisfied with their work. “Ohh yes!! I’m glad you like it!”

Xiris occasionally had the honor of gifting names to a few new clone recruits, and this had a similar good feeling to it. Their mood quickly reverted, however, as they heard Commander Bly call their name, and they remembered what their purpose of being there was.

“Commander Xiris,” he spoke as he walked over. He held his helmet under his arm, nodding to them both, “Commander Luhsanuhes,” he acknowledged, and as opposed to Xiris, Bly had no trouble with names. He returned his attention to Xiris, “I’ve just gotten word that there still may be surviving troopers on the field. General Krell is to stay here and oversee the relief efforts, but General Secura has requested our assistance in search and rescue.” He looked back to Hes, “I’ve not received specific orders for you from Krell, Commander, but I’m sure we could use your help, if you choose to assist.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Sure---I mean, of course, commander" Hes said, quickly regaining her composure. There was a twinge of optimism in her voice, though, for she knew hanging out with Xiris for a while longer would be fun. She'd only just met them, but she already knew she wanted to be their friend. "Oh, I should call in Deckard, he might be a help too," Hes pushed a button on her wrist-com, lifting it to her face. "Deckard, you still alive, buddy? General Secura's men and I are going out for a search n' rescue op. We could use your help, if you're not busy." "Affirmative" the ARC trooper on the other end of the comm said, prefaced with a deep, tired sigh. "I'll meet you outside the camp." "Copy that, D, thanks," Hes replied, turning off the comlink. She worried she might be tearing him away from some important work, but she also knew she'd be better company for him than Krell.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

“Glad to have you along, Commander.” Bly said, putting on his helmet as Xiris climbing up to his shoulders.

“Oh boy! A mission with Hes!” Xiris spoke excitedly from their perch.

Bly led the way toward a few speeders, already knowing their destination. “We received a distress call to the east. The signal was weak, I suspect there’s a soldier trapped under a tank or something similar.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Could be," Hes replied, scenes from the battle flashing in her mind as she thought about what could have happened. "I just hope everyone's alright," "Commander," Deckard said, causing Hes to turn and face him. He looked as disheveled as ever, yet somehow even more tired than during the battle. Seeing Xiris and Bly, he instinctively stood at attention. "ARC-2049, reporting for duty."

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris waved at the ARC trooper, always glad to have new people along.

Bly nodded to him, “Appreciate the help, soldier.” He climbed onto his speeder, Xiris still with him. “Let’s make this mission a quick one, there’s too many brothers in need.”

He revved his engine, waiting for the others to board theirs. “General Secura has gone ahead of us, we’ll meet her there.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes and Deckard boarded and started their speeders, ready to follow Xiris and Bly's lead. "Let's not keep them waiting," Hes said.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Bly led the group across the battlefield, driving through clouds of smoke and ash. His and Xiris’ wrist coms beeped, each of them promptly answering the call. Aayla’s voice was heard through the speakers, along with the distinct sound of her saber deflecting blaster fire.

“Bly, Xiris!” She shouted, “I’m at the wreckage, the soldier is trapped within-“ the sound reverberated again, “I've been ambushed- a group of remaining droids also heard the distress signal, the quicker you all get here, the better!”

Bly promptly gained speed as soon as he heard the first blaster shot, “We’re on our way, General! Hold tight!”

Xiris hadn’t been expecting to be fighting today, but knowing their master was in danger, they were more than ready to throw down. They took their sabers off of their belt, situating them into the staff position. They shouted back toward Hes and Deckard, “the battle’s not over yet, be ready!”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Got it!" Hes called back, nodding to Deckard. The two accelerated to match Xiris and Bly's pace, and soon they saw the wreckage of the tank in the distance. Sure enough, blue and red blaster bolts were criss-crossing through the kicked-up dust, and as they approached the squabble Hes could clearly make out the sound of marching droids. Quickly, she unclipped the guard shotos from her belt, and Deckard pulled one of his blasters from its holster.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Aayla had been backed up against the large vehicle that the clone was trapped in, fighting tooth and nail to keep both of them in one piece. She’d already taken out a number of droids, their metal corpses piling up at her feet, but many were still showing up.

Bly skidded his speeder to a stop, intentionally using the momentum to fling Xiris off toward the droids. They bellowed out a shrieking battle cry as they ignited their lightsaber, plunging right through 4 battle droids and landing next to their master.

Bly drew his blasters and charged in behind them, “I thought the droids were all taken out?!” He shouted over his blaster fire, joining his General and Commander.

“I was also under that assumption-“ Aayla responded, “somehow, we were misinformed.”

A few droideka came toward Hes and Deckard, as a tall octuptarra tri-droid approached the group further off, shooting cannon rounds at them as its giant form gaped across the landscape.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"I got the tripod!" Hes shouted, jumping from her speeder and landing with both her tonfa ignited. "D, take the rollers!" "On it, sir!" Deckard shouted, grabbing three thermal detonators from his backpack. Still riding his speeder, he rushed behind the droideka and threw the detonators into the wind, allowing them to slow up as they fell. Each one met its mark, passing through the droids' ray shields and blowing them to bits as he sped past. He came to a stop just past them, hopping behind his speeder for cover and blasting every droid that came near him. Meanwhile, Hes ran towards the Tri-droid, jumping left and right to dodge the shots from its cannons. Once she was close enough to the droid, she slid to a stop underneath it, and in one quick motion she swung her Tonfa around towards one of its legs, creating two clean cuts: one on top of the other. With a sharp inhale, Hes used the Force to push out the section between them, sending the piece flying away from her. Unable to support itself, the droid toppled to the ground beside her, and as Hes stabbed her sabers into its head, it finally ceased to move.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Aayla made quick work of the remaining droids on the ground now that Xiris and Bly could protect the vessel. One after the other she cut them down, using the force to blow the last few to pieces. The battle was quick, but a new stress was present in the air.

“Master! Hes!” Xiris shouted to the two in the battlefield, “we need to get him out of this thing, it’s sprung a gas leak!”

Aayla turned her head, noticing a fire creeping toward the vessel. She reached a hand out, holding back the flames with the force.

“I will keep the flames at bay, you four get that soldier out of there!”

Xiris nodded, hastily moving to also use the force. “Hes, help me tear this thing apart! We can hold the ship up while Bly and Deckard get him out!”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Right!" Hes ran back towards the tank, joining Xiris near its cockpit. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused her strength on the machine, ready to lift on Xiris's cue.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

“Slowly,” Xiris said, beginning to lift the broken top layers off of the craft.

Through the creaking and scraping of metal, a muted, pain-filled cry could be heard from within. Once the ship had been sufficiently torn in half, the clone was finally visible.

Without hesitation, Commander Bly darted toward him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up as carefully as he could in a rush. The injured trooper was in terrible shape- blood dripping out and staining his once shiny armor.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Deckard dashed forward to help, joining Bly as they pulled the soldier the rest of the way. Once they were clear of the ship, Deckard let go of the trooper's arm and set him gently on the ground.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

With the soldier safe, Xiris released their force hold on the ship, dropping it into a clanging heap.

Bly made a quick assessment of the injured clone’s condition. “He’ll live,” Bly stated, “but we gotta get him back to camp quick.”

Aayla pushed the flames back far enough to give them all time to mount their vehicles, running over to her own. “Let us not waste time, then,” Aayla spoke with an intensity in her voice that was not present before, “I need to have a chat with General Krell about this.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

A chill ran up Hes's spine as General Secura said that, and she shared a worried glance with Deckard as she too released her hold on the tank. No one knew better than them that General Krell didn’t respond well to confrontation. The mere fact that they'd left their posts to save one soldier would already have him furious, so there was no telling what he'd do if General Secura tried to criticize him. Nevertheless, Hes boarded her speeder, and as Deckard loaded the injured soldier onto his speeder he did the same. They'd all just have to face the music together.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

“Master Pong Krell!” Aayla Secura was on the verge of shouting as she approached the main tent, a sternness present in her voice that Xiris had never heard before.

General Krell turned away from his screen as he heard his name, finding Master Secura walking toward him with Bly and Xiris close behind.

“Is there a problem, Master Secura?” Krell asked, unenthused by whatever she was fixing to be on about.

“You had told me all enemy forces had been defeated,” she crossed her arms, veering up at him, “we were just ambushed on our rescue run, explain this.”

“Rescue run?” Krell questioned, “I’d gathered all our groups. We have enough to deal with here as it is, and you saw fit to go on some crusade while there’s clones dying here?”

“THAT clone was dying,” Aayla stated. “You left him behind to perish, and misled me to believe that you’d cleared this planet of its droid presence.”

Aayla’s accusatory tone was beginning to get on Krell’s nerves, “Are you telling me you left base to save just one clone? How unbelievable-“

“Do NOT tell me what is believable,” Aayla abruptly cut him off, “it was irresponsible to deceive me and my troops into believing this was no longer a battle zone just to have us bring you medical support. My fleet is not fitted for battle. You’ve not only further endangered your men, you have brought mine into your mess as well.”

“The droids are kept at bay, Master Secura.” Krell’s teeth were visible through his sneer, “My strategy has ensured that they’ll no longer attack our base with their current numbers, they’re too weak to make an attempt at the camp, even with our own condition.”

“Your ‘strategy’ killed half your men!” Xiris couldn’t help piping in, “what kind of General incorporates leaving men behind into their battle plan?!” their sudden presence in the conversation caused Krell’s seething gaze to shoot down at them.

“You teach your padawan to run her mouth, Aayla?” Krell’s voice was unsettlingly quieter now, each word piercing into Xiris like needles. Xiris instinctively grasped at Bly’s leg armor to feel less isolated and small, Bly shifting his position to have him between them and Krell. Krell looked back to Aayla, his words maintained their chilled cruelty, “She’s taking after you quite well then, I see.”

“They are speaking the truth.” She hissed back, maintaining her disposition, “And they certainly seem to know more than you. You can save your insolent excuses for the council, Krell. I’m calling in for reinforcements. You’re being relieved of this mission, effective immediately.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes had planned to follow her new friends into their talk with Krell, but when she heard the shouting begin it was all she could do to stay near the entrance of the tent and not run away. She and Deckard just stood a small distance behind Xiris and Bly, watching helplessly as their general got angrier and angrier. Then, Xiris became the target of Krell's fury. They shouted up at him, and for a brief instance, Hes feared for their life. She'd certainly been punished by Krell for less---thankfully, though, Xiris was able to retreat behind Bly once Krell got confrontational with them. At that point, Hes was almost reduced to tears; she wanted to run away from Krell, or stand up for Xiris, or do anything, but she was frozen in her tracks. Her shoulders began to shake and her breath became shallow, but as Deckard gently set his hand on her shoulder, she was able to steady herself. She had no idea how much longer she could keep her composure, though, as she feared that she would be the next one to get yelled at by Krell.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Further attempts at prolonging the argument were made, but met with no success. Defeated, Krell’s heavy steps stormed past Aayla’s crew. He stopped only to stare down Hes, a silent signal for her and Deckard to follow him out.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Silently, Hes nodded to him, saying nothing and turning her gaze to the floor. She'd been defeated before she could even get a word in. Deckard followed the general out immediately, but Hes took a second to look toward Xiris, silently apologizing for both her general's temper and her own cowardice.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris peered out from behind Bly’s leg at Hes and Deckard, sensing the distress. “Will they have to leave, too?” Xiris asked, “Hes and Deckard, I mean.”

“I will only request Krell to have reassignment for now,” Aayla responded, understanding Xiris’ concern. “Those two are not at fault for this, their help here would be preferable.” She put a hand on Xiris’s head, patting gently, “I will do all I can to see to that, I promise.”

Xiris nodded, watching at the tent’s opening with worried eyes.

Krell stopped in his tracks, back facing his padawan and the ARC trooper, now a decent distance from the main tent.

“You went with them,” he spoke. An accusatory statement, rather than a question, but still one demanding a response.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes stood in shock for a moment before turning and walking towards Krell, averting her gaze despite him facing away from her. "Y-yes, general," she eked out, once again on the verge of tears. "I thought...I mean, I wanted to---" "General, if I may interject," Deckard chimed in, cutting off Hes's stuttering and walking up next to Krell. "It was my idea to accompany Commander Bly and Commander Eksvee---I had a feeling something was off about the situation, so I requested Commander Chad'tekt come with us for extra backup. Her only intent was to ensure our safety." Once again, Hes wanted to speak out---Deckard was always taking the fall for her mistakes, always getting yelled at by Krell when she deserved to. She wanted to tell the truth, but once again, her fear paralyzed her. All she could do was wait for the General to pass judgement.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Krell peered over from behind his shoulder, staring both of them down for a second before turning to face them.

“Your ‘feelings’ were wrong, ARC-2049,” he spoke low, “even if what you told me just now was true, you should have checked with me before making a stupid decision. And as for you, Commander Chad’tekt,” he loomed over her, dread filling the air. “All I have done for you, and you still manage to disappoint me.” His teeth shown yet again, in anger.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes looked up at him for but a moment, once again looking toward the ground the instant her eyes met his. "I apologize, General. It won't happen again." Deckard moved as if he had something to say too, but he ultimately stayed silent.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

“I’ll see to it.” He said, perhaps intending to say or do more at the time, but something behind the padawan and clone caught his eye.

Xiris was trotting on over toward them, a holo pad in hand.

“General Krell,” they approached him, determination in their steps. “The council has given you re-assignment.”

Krell took the holo pad from them, almost yanking it out of their hand when they gave it, to which Xiris frowned up at him. He looked over the screen, a deep dissatisfaction settling on his features.

“I’m to return to Coruscant and meet with the council in person…” anger made itself apparent once more, “... while Padawan Chad’tekt oversees my troops?!”

Xiris, mighty proud to be the one to deliver that news, shot a sly smile up at him, “Yes Sir, thems is the orders!”

He all but growled down at them, but could see Aayla watching them all from the tent with her arms crossed. He restrained himself, handing the holo pad back to Xiris. He looked back to Hes, shooting a ‘we’re not finished here’ look at her, before stomping off to his ship.

Once Krell was out of earshot, Xiris tugged at Hes’ hand, “I’m sorry, Hes. I didn’t mean to get you and Deckard in trouble... Hopefully a break from his presence will be good for you.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Its okay...we're okay" Hes almost whispered, still reeling from Krell's berating. With a deep breath, she turned to Xiris, smiling as she gently squeezed their hand. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I wanted to stick up for you there, but...I..." her voice trailed off and she looked away, realizing there was no excuse for freezing up like that. Thankfully, Deckard broke the silence for her. "We...have a lot of work left to do," he said, grabbing Hes's attention, "You're in charge for now, Commander---what are your orders?" "Give everyone some time to rest, first of all," Hes said, some confidence returning to her voice. "Once everyone's feeling ready, we'll get to work fixing things up." "Thank you, sir" Deckard replied, sighing with relief as he walked off towards the other troopers' tents. As Hes watched him go, she suddenly realized she'd been holding Xiris's hand the whole time. She quickly let them go, uttering a quiet 'sorry' out of embarrassment.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris had been looking up at Hes with wide, dilated pupils when she’d held their hand for that long, way too happy about it.

Aayla walked up to them now that Krell was gone, “anything that’s gone wrong here I can say for certain was Krell’s doing,” she said to Hes, “I won’t have you or your troopers blaming yourselves for following or not following his orders on this mission. We must focus on taking care of each other now, ok?” She smiled at Hes and Xiris, “As Commander Hes ordered, it is time we all got some rest.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Thank you, Gene---er, Master," Hes said, catching herself halfway through. Somehow, she felt more comfortable calling Aayla 'master'---she was how a Jedi should be, not a warmonger like Krell. With a happy yet tired sigh, Hes turned to Xiris. "I'm gonna go check on Deckard and the others, see how everyone's feeling---wanna come with?" she asked, smiling. "I'm sure all the guys would wanna meet the person who sent Krell packing"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Bly called to Aayla from the main tent, requesting her presence for something. She bid the two padawans farewell for the moment, excusing them to do what they please.

Xiris waved to Bly from the tent, then nodded up at Hes, “Oh yes!! I’d love to meet everyone!” They hopped once in excitement, “I can help treat the wounded, too!”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hes couldn't help but laugh---Xiris's enthusiasm was proving to be contagious. "That would be great! C'mon, everyone's probably hanging out near the barracks," Hes ran over peeked around the corner of one of the tents, and sure enough, six troopers (Deckard included) were sitting and talking quietly around a small fire. Hes walked forward to join them, beckoning Xiris to follow her.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris trotted along after her, following close behind as they both approached the others.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

As Hes rounded the corner, she took a quick note of which troopers were there. Deckard was of course the first one she recognized---he was laying on the ground opposite the campfire, his helmet at his side and his head resting on his crossed arms. She thought he was sleeping at first, but he gave her a quick smile and wave as she walked by, which she returned. A ways off from Deckard, Hes spotted Chain, quietly humming into his harmonica. A bloodied bandage was wrapped around his head, obviously a wound from the battle. Opposite from him, Rancor and Gundark played rock-paper-scissors with their two shared good arms. They'd lost their left and right arms, respectively, to the same landmine, but that never seemed to bother the two---they were inseparable even before that, so one pair of arms was enough for the two of them to share. Next to them, Ramsey was sitting closer to the fire, holding a ration bar skewered on a stick over the flames. She watched as he brought it to his nose and gave it a quick sniff before returning it to the fire to cook a little longer. Hes never figured out how he was able to make military slop taste like gourmet cuisine, but somehow, he always managed it. Finally, right across from Hes, Scrap was threading two more battle droid fingers onto his ever-expanding necklace. In any other battalion he would have been reported to his C.O. and court-marshalled, but with Krell's battalion, the camaraderie and dislike for the General was so strong that no one dared to rat him out. As Hes walked in and caught the troops' eyes, they all immediately stopped what they were doing and stood at attention, thinking that Krell wasn't far behind her. "At ease, guys," Hes said, understanding their concern, "General Krell's been ordered back to Coruscant, effective a couple minutes ago," she turned back and gestured towards Xiris, "Thanks to them. Xiris, meet Ramsey, Rancor, Gundark, Scrap, Chain, and---well, you know Deckard already."

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris waved, giving them all a big smile. “Hello!! It’s nice to meet you all!” They scratched at their head, “It wasn’t all me, though... Master Aayla reported him to the council. The rest of this mission’s gonna be carried out without ‘em.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Hearing this, the troopers breathed a collective sigh of relief, and they sat back down. "Glad to hear it," Chain spoke up, "maybe we'll finally be able to get back in shape before Krell throws us at the clankers again, eh?" "Hope so," Ramsey chimed in, pausing to blow on his charred ration bar. "Still, I worry if we'll even be able to. I mean, this time it was little more than us and the medic crew that made it out in one piece---who knows how many of us'll make it through the next 'Full Frontal Assault'?" he made air quotes with his fingers as he said it. "Full frontal death-march, more like," "C'mon guys, we'll make it through," Hes said, attempting to lighten the mood. "I know Krell can be a little reckless at times, but it's only because he's dedicated to the Republic's victory," "Easy for you to say, Commander," Scrap scoffed, still working on his necklace. "Only reason you don't get thrown out there with us is you're harder to repla---hey!" He was cut off by Gundark punching him in the shoulder, and a stern look from Rancor shut him up. Hes sighed. "It's okay, guys, he's not wrong. I wish I could change how Krell thought about Clones, but...you know how he is. I hope you all know I don’t agree with him, though. I could never replace you guys---not even you, Scrap." Scrap couldn't help but smile at that. "Thanks, boss".

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris watched with wide eyes, listening intently to the words the soldiers spoke about their general. They couldn’t understand how Krell could feel alright treating them how he does, you’d think a Jedi- a Master, no less, would know better. They hadn’t the words to console these soldiers, they knew that their experiences were nothing that they alone could atone. But they could, at least, bring them more good news.

“I’m sorry you’ve all been through this… My Master has called in for extra support, no one’s gonna make any of you fight here again while we have a say about it.”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Well, we really appreciate that, Commander" Ramsey replied, smiling. "It's nice to know there're Generals in the army who still care about us." He paused once again to pull his ration bar from the fire, and after blowing on it again, he decided it was ready. Carefully, he pulled it from the skewer and held it out to Hes. "Wanna test it out?" With a smile, Hes grabbed the ration bar and bit into one end of it. Instantly, it melted in her mouth---heating it up had softened it---and to her surprise the bars' typical vitamin-y taste was replaced with an all-too-welcome sweetness. It tasted a bit like honey, but also sort of buttery, like a flaky pastry with the texture of a roasted marshmallow---it tasted kind of marshmallow-y, too, for that matter. "Like it?" Ramsey asked, earning a nod of approval from Hes. "I found some honeycomb in a tree by the armory---all it needed was a little christophsian sugar and bantha butter, and boom, makeshift-honey glaze!" "Oh, man," Hes said, her mouth still partially full. "Xiris, you gotta try this, it's amazing!" She held out the intact side of the bar to Xiris, hoping they wouldn't mind taking from the other end.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris tentatively sniffed at the ration bar. Could something that was usually tasteless to them really be that good now? They took a small bite, immediately tasting the sweetness. “Oh! Wow!!” They savored the flavor, it’d been a while since they last had anything tasty at all, “That’s amazing, I’ve never had a ration bar I’ve enjoyed before, haha!”

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Ramsey laughed. "Yeah, I could never stand 'em myself---figured that if I was gonna have to eat 'em for the rest of the war, I should learn to make 'em taste good," he got to work making more, skewering five bars on the same stick. "Isn't that what this war's always been for us?" Deckard spoke up, still laying on the ground with his eyes closed. "Making the best of the life we've been served? Seasoning all the bitter death and destruction with sweet little moments like this?" He sighed. "I wonder, though---will this give us strength for when we have to go back to the normal ration bars, or will it just make us long for the sweet honey-glazed ones above all else?" "Is that your way 'a sayin' you want one, too?" Ramsey asked. Deckard smiled. "Sure" Ramsey promptly added another bar to the skewer. "That's Deckard for ya, always philosophizin'" Chain chimed in, moving his harmonica back up towards his lips. "Any requests?"

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris was fascinated by the words Deckard spoke, half wondering if he wrote poetry in his spare time. They’d love to read his poems if he did, they thought. He could have a solid career as a writer if they all made it out of the war.

They scooted closer to Hes, feeling a cool breeze wash over the group. “Hmm,” they let out a small yawn, “something soft and slow, maybe?” The clouds above had begun to part, revealing a starry sky. Xiris could feel their sleepiness kicking in.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

Chain nodded, cradling the instrument in his hands and bringing it to his lips. Per Xiris's request, he played one of his favorite slow songs---one he'd picked up from the locals of a forest world during his first deployment with Krell. As he played, Ramsey handed out his new batch of ration bars, and soon the sounds of laughing and friendly banter danced around the campfire as languidly as that of the music. Even Hes laughed along with the soldiers, for she found the usual tension between them had all but melted away---usually they regarded her as a mere extension of Krell, but with him gone any fear of judgement was gone. When the Krayt Dragon's away the Womp Rats will play, she guessed. As the night wore on, the troopers started to fall asleep right where they were, laying just as Deckard was---all of the beds in the tents were being taken up by the wounded, so the strongest of the group were forced to sleep under the stars. Hes herself was getting a little tired, but her enjoying the warmth of the fire was enough to keep her awake.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris was on the verge of dozing off along with the others, laying down curled up next to Hes. They kept their eyes trained on something off to the side, further off near the other tents. They saw Master Aayla and Bly outside one of the medical tents. Their words were inaudible to Xiris, but they noticed yet again that gentle brush of the hand, an intimate moment shared between them before they separated for the night. Xiris sighed heavily, curling up tighter.

“Hes..?” Xiris asked quietly as not to wake the others.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Hm?" Hes murmured, almost dozing off herself—she hadn't even noticed Xiris snuggled up to her, in truth, but she didn't mind it much.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

They were quiet for a moment, possibly lost in thought. A cold breeze blew over, ruffling their fur. “...it’s cold,” was all they could manage. In truth, there was lots they wanted to say and talk about, just no way they felt alright saying it. They wanted to ask Hes more about this battalion, about her own experiences, about Krell. They wanted to know if this war was try worth it, if what they were all doing was really the right thing. But they didn’t say any of that, as it usually happens when these thoughts arise.

TheFoodWithTheDood.

"Yeah..." Hes said, though it came out more as a yawn. Without really thinking about it, she pulled Xiris up next to her, leaning her weight partially on them and draping an arm around their shoulder. "It'll warm up in the morning, though..." she yawned once more before finally falling asleep, still cuddled up to Xiris.

Deer-Head-Xiris.

Xiris’ muscles stiffened up slightly when Hes put her arm around them, but quickly relaxed, finding themself quite comfortable.

“Goodnight, Hes…” Xiris whispered, knowing full well she was already asleep.

They looked once more to the sky, catching a glimpse of a shooting star. They needn’t worry about anything right now. Tonight, there was peace. With those final thoughts, they drifted off to sleep.

#thefoodwiththedood #hes #xiris #star wars oc #my ocs #friend ocs #my art #xiris eksvee #fics #rp #aayla secura #commander bly #bly x aayla #it's in there vaguely lol #pong krell

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imaginetonyandbucky · 7 years ago

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I love the idea of bucky and winter being two separate personalities, sadly there's not much about it. Can any of you explore that a bit more please?

A/N: There are parts which hint at past non-con, though nothing explicit.

The common room is silent except for the soft breathing the Soldier can hear thanks to his enhanced hearing abilities. There is someone sleeping on the big couch, and the Soldier needs to walk past them before he can reach the kitchen.

We still need water an’ some snacks, so move it, asshole.

He takes a few steps, and observes the small figure, curled up and wrapped up in two thick blankets, one with Captain America’s shield printed all over it and other plain red, hair mussed in an adorable way and eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

Soldier considers this.

His expression does not give anything away, even though he is not currently being observed. His heart, however, starts beating harder. He wants to reach out and touch.

Touch.

Don’t you dare.

He closes his eyes, and breathes. Hindrance.

He looks around, and frowns. The common room is the least protected area of the Tower. It is still very well protected, but the Soldier knows people who could override it. He cannot risk leaving Tony, his Tony, here all night. If it were up to him, he would bundle Tony up in his arms and carry him up to his room— Barnes’ room— where he could protect him if something were to happen. But he knows that would not be welcomed.

Damn right it wouldn’t. Fuckin’ creep.

He settles for carrying him to the genius’ own bed. He picks him up, with his blankets which he clearly likes, and takes the elevator to the penthouse, the AI taking him there without him having to say anything.

As Soldier tucks him into bed, Tony blinks his eyes open and he makes an adorable, scowling, confused face. Then he seems to have come to an understanding as he pats the Soldier on the cheek clumsily, his hand falling right away and eyes closing.

Soldier thinks Tony is asleep once again, but he is wrong.

“ Thanks, Wint’r.” He murmurs, and promptly turns his back to fall into deep slumber. He can feel Barnes scoff.

Winter considers this.

(Watch out for the break!)

***

Bucky, contrary to popular belief, isn’t a complete asshole. Sam would say his acting out in various ways to various people- especially the ones he cares about- is a defence mechanism. Sam is a fucking asshole. Bucky wants to punch him half the time, and punch him repeatedly the other times.

He might be right, though. At least in one case. Sam can’t know that he is right, either way.

Another punching bag goes flying through the gym, landing on the other side of it with a thump, Bucky’s hands aching despite the gloves he had used, his metal arm whirring angrily at him for having used it so recklessly, but fuck the arm, Bucky is pissed, he is really pissed, he is so pissed that—

“Uh. Sorry. Thought Steve would be here, can’t find him anywhere.” Tony looks like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes meeting Bucky’s way later than it should, stuck on somewhere on his torso. Bucky would be flattered if he wasn’t so damn angry.

Bucky gives out a bitter laugh.

“Steve or the Soldier? Bet it’s the latter, huh? Well, he’s not around, so you better leave me the fuck alone.” He hisses, almost, making Tony flinch though Bucky can see he tries to hide it. There’s a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by something defensive.

He crosses his arms, and opens his mouth. “I wasn’t—“

“Save it, Stark.”

Bucky starts pounding away at the other punching bag, trying to ignore the intoxicating and distracting presence of Tony at his side, no matter how much he wants to apologize for being a dick, he knows he has the right to be pissed— it is his body after all, and the Soldier is but a habitant in it, and Tony liking him better is just so fucking unfair.

He is forced to withdraw his fist and hold onto the punching bag so it doesn’t hit Tony when he places himself right in front of him, looking determined.

“What do you think you’re doin’? It could have hit you!”

“Well, maybe that would make you listen.”

Bucky gives out a frustrated growl, running his flesh hand through his sweat-soaked strands, and makes a point to not meet Tony’s beautiful, fluid Bambi eyes that will probably get him to his knees in a second.

He almost flinches when he feels a hand on his shoulder, not able to handle the contact right now.

He pulls away harshly, making Tony back away quickly, and summons his murderous glare that he knows never works on Tony.

“Stay away from the Soldier.” He warns, and promptly turns back to stalk away.

I’m afraid he will hurt you. I’m afraid that he could be capable of love.

He doesn’t say those.

***

“No, you see, it’s not that Harrison Ford isn’t a great Deckard, but the ramifications of Replicant slavery weren’t throughly explored in the— ouch, dammit—” Tony jumps up and down as he blows on his burnt hand, and the Soldier is out of his seat in an instant.

Tony is reckless. Soldier makes a point of this as he gives him a dissatisfied look, and explores the burn which is fortunately not bad.

“No distractions when you are working.” He warns, and brings Tony’s hand to his lips, placing a light, but lingering kiss to where the smouldering iron had briefly touched.

You can’t be serious.

“You can’t be serious,” Tony pulls his hand away, a blush colouring his cheeks as he turns his back to him, flustered.

You made him uncomfortable, I told you to fuckin’ keep your hands to yourself, you piece of shit, he will hate us now—

He tunes Barnes out, because he is not as insecure. He can see that Tony is not mad.

So he waits.

“Why are you doing this?” Tony turns to face him, expression vulnerable, and lower lip quivering. Soldier reaches out and brushes his thumb against it.

“I love you,” He states, no hesitation in his voice.

Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up—

He had been sure from the start, and there wasn’t a moment of doubt in his process of falling in love with Tony. He wasn’t like Barnes who freaked out at the thought of Tony rejecting him, or hating him, who was afraid of touching him in fears of hurting him. Soldier would not let Barnes, or anyone else, hurt Tony, so Barnes needn’t have worried.

Barnes had hurt Tony many times, though. Glaring at him, yelling at him. Soldier made him pay for it, as he didn’t let him come out for months when it happened.

“You—what?” Tony looks panicked, and almost burns himself again, so Soldier takes the tool out of his hand, placing it somewhere far where it cannot harm Tony.

“I love you,” He states again, tone no different from before. It is only statement, a fact. It doesn’t matter if Tony loves him back or not, because Soldier’s purpose is to take care of Tony, and to love Tony, whereas Barnes wants all these, but also to be loved back. It is not a problem for the Soldier, it is enough that Tony is around him. He doesn’t have conflicting feelings, self-hatred, or self-doubt.

He knows himself, and he has no illusions of being good for or worthy of Tony. He can only serve him. Barnes’ suffering comes from this. He thinks he can be loved. He hopes for it.

“Winter.” It sounds like a warning, Tony rubbing the bridge of his nose and looking troubled— but not dissatisfied, Soldier notes.

Winter notes.

“You can’t—you can’t say stuff like that,” He sighs, he looks slightly panicked, and scared, and a bit hopeful, but Winter can’t quite understand what Tony is feeling. He had been good at that so far. “He hates me. Like, honest to god hates me, and if he’s hearing— don’t know if that’s how this stuff works— he’ll literally come to murder me at night—“

“I wouldn’t let him—”

“No, let me finish, my point is, you two are different. I know that and I— you are amazing, and sweet, but you share the same body with him, and I don’t understand how one part of you hates me and the other— feels, that way.” He finishes in a breath, all the while refusing to meet Winter’s eyes.

Jesus, doll, how can you think I hate—

“He’s a hindrance. Can’t accept me and also himself, so he lashes out to you. Do you want me to stop letting him out?” Because Winter can do that, if it will make Tony happy.

This is my body, you fucking—

“No! No, God no, don’t even suggest that. Don’t ever say that again, Winter.” Tony’s tone is final, and harsher than his usual way of speaking. Winter doesn’t insist, but can’t really understand the sentiment behind the words as he just wants Tony to be free of the pain that Barnes inflicts on him.

He can feel Barnes relax.

***

They are both drunk after the Christmas-induced euphoria that made the Avengers throw a in-family party in the common room, drinks flying and Thor’s Asgardian mead having no trouble making both Steve and Bucky drunk off their asses. Steve’s slouched in some corner and laughing at a joke attempt Bruce, who is for the first time in forever seems relaxed, happy, and even Natasha’s relaxed, her usual ready-to-fight stance is at minimum.

“Cold.” Tony remarks, carelessly getting to his feet and making his way to the elevator, wanting to go up to his room and get some blankets, ignoring the various hums of confirmation from his teammates.

He frowns and turns around to see someone stopping the elevator doors from closing, and the next second Bucky is coming in, pressing Tony to the wall as the door close and kissing him senseless.

Tony makes a surprised sound, but is quick to wrap his arms around Bucky’s neck, letting him hoist Tony up and wraps his legs around Bucky’s waist for good measure.

When they make it to the penthouse, Bucky drops him on the bed unceremoniously, hands going down to unbuckle his belt and Tony’s hands struggle to get rid of his own jeans as he watches Bucky hungrily.

He knows he shouldn’t do this, having hate-induced sex with Bucky when they are both drunk and Winter had just confessed to him months ago that—

Winter.

“Stop.” Tony barely manages to say as Bucky stops midway to Tony’s lips, Tony’s legs still loosely wrapped around him. His hand grips the sheets by Tony’s head tightly, self-control barely maintained, but he doesn’t continue. Tony almost expects him to. “Winter,” Tony clarifies, hoping Bucky can understand he can’t do this without both of their consent.

Bucky watches him for a moment, eyes guarded but darkened. He closes them for a moment, sighs, and leans in to place a lingering kiss on Tony’s forehead before getting up and buttoning his jeans.

Tony wants to apologize, even though he knows that’s now how things work. Not anymore.

Bucky leaves without a word.

***

Bucky watches the scene that unfolds before him with an intensity that threatens to burst within him. They are at a charity event that Steve forced him to come for the team image, and it’s not Tony’s event but some asshole ex of his. Bucky doesn’t care enough to know the guy’s name, but he suspiciously looks like a predator, and Bucky thinks he and Tony didn’t end in good terms judging by the way Tony flinches when the asshole puts an arm around his shoulder, almost condescending and like he owns him.

Bucky remembers hearing Rhodey and Tony talk about a guy Tony dated in college, and how Tony was never the same after that. He remembers how surprised Tony looked when Bucky stopped.

Tony is quick to replace the look with something flirty and careless, smirk in place as he undoubtedly answers the flirting with a smart remark. The guy laughs, eyes glinting with something that makes the plates of Bucky’s metal arm whirl dangerously.

You love him.

Bucky is distracted momentarily, heart jumping at his chest. The Soldier had never intervened before. Never, once, he made his presence known when it was Bucky in control. Bucky always made running commentary when it was Soldier who was out, but this was uncharacteristic of the Soldier.

It’s because you don’t think I deserve to live.

Shut up, Bucky thinks. This is my body, not yours.

He can hear Soldier hum, and Bucky is seething with anger, but also with a pang out guilt that he can’t place, and is not happy with. This is his body, dammit, it is.

You love him.

Bucky breaths out, earning a concerned look from Steve who is sitting by him but he shuts him up with a warning glare.

Tell me something I don’t know.

I love him, too.

You are not capable of love. You are a monster and a murderer. You’re the reason I’ve became one too, and I hate you.

Yes. But I love him.

Bucky is hit with an understanding suddenly. He makes an inhumane sound, so low that he thinks even Steve can’t hear it, and he takes a sharp breath. It’s familiar, loving Tony despite everything he is, despite the goodness of Tony against his essential badness.

Shut up. Shut up.

Denial is harder to maintain now that he can feel the Soldier.

We should kill him.

Bucky understands immediately what the Soldier is talking about.

Not how the real world works, monster.

You want to. He hurt Tony once, you can see it too.

Bucky makes a fist and fights the response that is about to come out.

You do it.

Yes. And with that, Winter withdraws. He will wait for the right time, Bucky knows.

Bucky smirks, and feels an apprehension settling within him, an accepting of Winter, a realisation that they are not so different after all. He doesn’t like murder, but he will condone it in some circumstances.

Bucky won’t do it, but Winter will. They are different people sharing the same body. And Winter will never leave any traces.

He meets Tony’s eyes from across the room, tilts his drink and nods, a silent promise in his eyes.

Tony looks relieved, and gives him a small smile in return.

They are going to be okay.

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #rape mention #kind of #past non-con #prompts #shellhead #Anonymous

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empyraeal · 6 years ago

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☯ Is there a muse you've always wanted to play? ♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted? ☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not? ☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day? ☺ What's a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why? ☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread? ❤ Have you or are you currently in love? ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why? (SORRY NOT SORRY)

mun (bun) meme .

DEER GOD I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT .

☯ Is there a muse you’ve always wanted to play? what if i say it was abdi roflmao . i thought abt it a realllllly long time before i made this account because i thought he was a Good Son to Adopt . :’333 so now i’m here . how fluffy !!! buuuut i was actually tempted for a while to make a rick deckard from do androids dream of electric sheep (i’ve actually never seen the first bladerunner bc im a terrible sci fi nerd, so mostly from the book).

♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted? fucking . dark souls . god . it’s also like lore goals because it manages to establish a baseline but leaves a lot to the imagination . the danger of having too much of an established lore as Law is that you forget it or there’s less room to forgive mistakes or holes . also it’s just . so cool .

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not? i do ! is ‘i like to emotionally invest myself in my character’s pain’ a valid response ??

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day? i guess it would just be a day for him , doing whatever it is seraphs do . he doesn’t mind the rain for sure , though !alsfkjaslkfj and omfg. i prob spend a rainy day curled in bed half asleep because rain triggers the worst pain flares now . the worst is when it’s like a flu ache . :/

☺ What’s a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why? someone who would make abdiel question his faith and how Good he is . or just . torment this good boy . because god is a terrible dad .

☣ What’s one thing that will make you drop a thread? when people don’t know what to do with my character bc they never read their pages . happened all the time with my oc (and is a lot of why i’m on a hiatus from their account), and it’s so annoying !

❤ Have you or are you currently in love? no . :’3 puppy crushes are the worst tho lol .

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why? at the moment it’s probably this good birb . i’m having more fun and he’s clicking better than any other character in a long long time . plus i have a Valid reason now to ramble about r/enaissance poetry so rest in pieces to all of you .

#waywardfeathered #* / HYMNS. / ASK.#laksldkaj thank you #this took a while .

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Look Ahead: October 2017

Blade Runner 2049

The long-awaited sequel to 1982’s Blade Runner, Blade Runner 2049 brings back Harrison Ford in his role as Rick Deckard, a police officer tasked with hunting down replicants. Now an aging veteran, Ford’s Deckard is joined by the younger Officer K portrayed by Ryan Gosling. For director Denis Villeneuve, Blade Runner 2049 represents his most mainstream production to date with prior films Prisoners, Sicario, and Arrival, all receiving acclaim and strong casts but hardly entering into the public consciousness in a way similar to this forthcoming remake. Following up his Best Actor nomination for La La Land with this film, Gosling seems primed to continue his recent hot streak of positively reviewed films with a role that is right in his wheelhouse. Through roles in films such as Lars and the Real Girl and Drive, Gosling has proven himself to be rather adept with roles as underspoken yet somehow emotive characters, which is exactly what he will be tasked with in Blade Runner 2049. With a budget of $185 million (which Villeneuve has stated is the largest for an independently-funded R-rated film), Warner Bros. has spared no expense for this film and while it is hard to imagine it being a smash box office success (the original is renowned for being a box office failure yet cult hit in the years following its release), it is no surprise that Blade Runner 2049 is a critical success. Given Villeneuve’s considerable talent and demonstrated ability to grow from independent auteur to auteurist Hollywood director, Blade Runner 2049 is a must-watch.

Alongside Ford and Gosling, Blade Runner 2049 stars Ana de Armas, Sylvia Hoeks, Robin Wright, Mackenzie Davis, Dave Bautista, Jared Leto, and Barkhad Abdi. The film will be released on October 6 in theaters nationwide.

Brawl in Cell Block 99

Through his recent role in HBO’s True Detective, Vince Vaughn signaled his new career direction of dramatic roles. After cutting his teeth in comedies such as Swingers or more modern and popular works such as Wedding Crashers, Vaughn’s recent dramatic direction saw him find a place in last year’s Hacksaw Ridge. Now, he stars in S. Craig Zahler’s Brawl in Cell Block 99. Zahler’s follow-up to the gritty and hyper-violent western Bone Tomahawk, Brawl in Cell Block 99 promises to be similarly intense with Vaughn portraying a man who gets sent to prison and winds up in a prison battleground. Critically acclaimed upon its debut last month at the Venice International Film Festival, Brawl in Cell Block 99 appears to be the film that will finally begin to shift Vaughn’s career in the dramatic direction he clearly desires. Though it may not be high profile enough to earn him any Academy Award nominations, the acclaim for both the film and Vaughn is in stark contrast to his positively received turn in the critically mixed season of True Detective and the mixed reception to his turn in the acclaimed Hacksaw Ridge (namely due to one particular scene).

Brawl in Cell Block 99 also stars Jennifer Carpenter, Don Johnson, and Udo Kier. It will be released in Los Angeles and New York City on October 6 before a video-on-demand release on October 13.

The Florida Project

In the world of independent cinema, few directors hold such clout as Sean Baker. Though a relative newcomer with his 2015 film Tangerine marking his break-through even in that small collection of filmgoers, Baker’s inventive camera work on that film was more than enough to solidify his place as the new King of Independent Filmmaking. With filmmaking becoming far more accessible due to the proliferation of quality cameras on phones, becoming a director has never been easier. Though he did not start off through this method, his usage of just an iPhone to shoot Tangerine pushed him to the forefront of the “everybody can be a filmmaker” movement that has given so many newcomers a voice. With The Florida Project, Baker will work with his most high-profile actor date, Willem Dafoe, as he tells the story of a little girl, her mother, and the other guests of a motel in Kissimmee, Florida. An against type role for Dafoe who is largely known for his villainous turns in blockbusters and arthouse films alike, The Florida Project is already being championed as a possible Best Picture nominee following its debut in May at the Cannes Film Festival. Recent appearances on the film festival circuit have only solidified this opinion.

Set for a limited release on October 6, The Florida Project should expand over the weeks to follow. Given A24’s slow roll-out of last year’s Best Picture winner Moonlight (limited on October 21 before a wide release on November 18), it would not be a shock to see the indie distributor play The Florida Project in a similar fashion. However, with a crowded slate of contenders to come (namely The Killing of a Sacred Deer and Lady Bird), it would not be a surprise to see a more conventional roll-out for The Florida Project (typically, limited releases receive a wide release approximately a week or two after their set release, depending on where you live).

Goodbye Christopher Robin

Pairing together Domhnall Gleeson and Margot Robbie in this story of A.A. Milne, the creator of Winnie the Pooh, Goodbye Christopher Robin should be a strong crowd pleasing film amidst the sea of heavy Awards contenders to come out in the next few months. Detailing Milne’s inspiration from his own son’s, Christopher Robin Milne, relationship with his stuffed bear, Goodbye Christopher Robin is also receiving strong reviews ahead of its October release and could be played in a similar fashion to 2004’s Finding Neverland. Though the landscape of cinema and what receives Awards is vastly different than it was then, Finding Neverland’s story about the man who created Peter Pan and from where he drew inspiration is certainly rather similar to Goodbye Christopher Robin. Given that Finding Neverland received seven nominations at the Academy Award (of which it won one, Original Score), Goodbye Christopher Robin could be seen by Fox Searchlight as a good choice to push for consideration, particularly for Gleeson. Director Simon Curtis previously helmed My Week with Marilyn in 2011, which received critical acclaim and saw both Michelle Williams and Kenneth Branagh receive Academy Award nominations, so his films are no stranger to Oscar attention. However, the Awards season this year may be too crowded for Goodbye Christopher Robin to receive the same volume of attention as Finding Neverland. Fortunately, the largely positive, unassuming, and satisfactory nature of Goodbye Christopher Robin should allow it to find a strong niche amongst adult audiences seeking escapism.

Beyond Gleeson and Robbie, Goodbye Christopher Robin also stars Kelly Macdonald and Alex Lawther. Fox Searchlight will give the film a limited release on October 13 before expanding shortly thereafter.

Marshall

Open Road Films, co-owned by Regal Cinemas and AMC Theatres, needs a win and it is hoping that Reginald Hublin’s Marshall is the answer. Ever since winning Best Picture in 2015 for Spotlight, Open Road has released one film (Gleason) with positive reviews. Given that they have released 14 films since 2015, this is certainly alarming. Starring Chadwick Boseman as Thurgood Marshall, this biopic about the legendary African-American lawyer and Supreme Court justice seems primed to make noise upon its release. However, given that director Hublin’s most recent effort was 2002’s Serving Sara, a romantic comedy that starred Matthew Perry and Elizabeth Hurley, those expectations may need to be tempered. Nonetheless, it will give Boseman a fourth opportunity to play an icon of black success in America (Boseman previously portrayed Ernie Davis in The Express, Jackie Robinson in 42, and James Brown in Get on Up) and should be worth watching solely for his typically immersive performances in biopics. With timely themes of injustice and solidarity between races, Marshall is a film that, if it receives strong reviews, could take off and be what Open Road needs it to become. However, it could equally suffer the same fate as Kathryn Bigelow’s Detroit, which was perhaps too timely.

Alongside Boseman, Marshall stars Josh Gad, Kate Hudson, Dan Stevens, James Cromwell, and Sterling K. Brown. The film will be released nationwide on October 13.

The Meyerowitz Stories

Though never nominated for an Academy Award, Adam Sandler was previously nominated for a Golden Globe for 2002’s Punch-Drunk Love. Now, Sandler is back in Awards season. While known for his low-brow comedy, Sandler’s acting chops have oddly never been in denial with strong dramatic turns in Punch-Drunk Love, Reign Over Me, and Funny People, under his belt. Now, he teams up with acclaimed director Noah Baumbach for The Meyerowitz Stories. Possibly better known for his work as a co-writer with Wes Anderson on The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou and Fantastic Mr. Fox than his own directorial credits, Baumbach is nonetheless an acclaimed director in his own right. With successes such as Kicking and Screaming, The Squid and the Whale, and Frances Ha, in his past, Baumbach is a director who could certainly be classified as a must-watch. However, none of it has seen much attention on the awards circuit. However, with The Meyerowitz Stories and its star-studded cast, it appears on-the-surface as though he may have his first mainstream breakout. The only hurdle to climb over is the industry acceptance of Netflix and its strategy of by-passing theaters in favor of a same-day streaming release. Though the film will receive a limited theatrical release, Netflix’s previous failure with Beasts of No Nation and with Cannes banning future Netflix releases from playing at the festival, it is clear that the film industry may be less accepting of a new release method than television has been with Netflix. For The Meyerowitz Stories and director Noah Baumbach, Netflix will guarantee eyes to this critically acclaimed comedy-drama about a Jewish family in New York, but will it keep it out of Awards contention?

Set for an October 13 release through Netflix, The Meyerowitz Stories stars Sandler, Ben Stiller, Emma Thompson, Dustin Hoffman, Candice Bergen, Rebecca Miller, Adam Driver, and Sigourney Weaver.

Professor Marston & the Wonder Women

Undeniably hoping to capitalize on the run-away success of Wonder Woman, Professor Marston & the Wonder Women marks the second theatrical release of Annapurna Pictures. Known for being the production company for many auteurs, Annapurna began to dabble in the distribution world with the aforementioned Detroit, which bombed at the box office in spite of critical acclaim. Now, they hope to achieve greater success with the similarly critically acclaimed Professor Marston & the Wonder Women. Telling the story of the man who created the Wonder Woman comics, this sexed up journey through the life and experiences of a man who used a pseudonym to release the comics stars Luke Evans as the titular Professor Marston with Rebecca Hall and Bella Heathcote being the wonder women. Exploring his experiences that led to him creating the comics, his relationship with his wife (portrayed by Hall), and their mutual relationship with another woman (Heathcote), Professor Marston & the Wonder Women is a far edgier tale than many may expect and that could certainly harm its financial potential. Nonetheless, as a timely exploration of gender roles and the man behind such a lighting rod for societal discussion, the film is one that is nearly impossible to ignore. The critical acclaim the film is receiving only serves to further increase anticipation for its release.

With Evans, Hall, and Heathcote, leading the way, Professor Marston & the Wonder Women also stars JJ Feild, Oliver Platt, and Connie Britton. Annapurna Pictures will release the film nationwide on October 13.

The Snowman

Since his solo directing debut in 2008 with Let the Right One In, Swedish director Tomas Alfredson has firmly cemented himself as one of the best working directors. Somehow, he has done this with just that film as Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy back in 2011. Aside from signing onto direct his latest film, The Snowman, and acquiring the rights of a children’s fantasy novel, Alfredson has been largely quiet in the years since. Given his extraordinary talent, this has been greatly unfortunate and is why The Snowman is so hotly anticipated. Once envisioned as a Martin Scorsese project, The Snowman is based on a Norwegian novel and is a crime thriller about a sadistic serial killer who is nicknamed “The Snowman”. Focusing on the detective, portrayed by Michael Fassbender, tracking the man down, the film’s marketing seems to play up the gruesome details of the crimes in an effort to play it as more of a horror film. For those expecting horror, however, it would be wise to look elsewhere as Alfredson somehow managed to turn a vampire film, Let the Right One In, into a brilliant look at a childhood relationship between two kids from very different worlds. If there is violence and horror in The Snowman, it is more likely to be akin to the bathroom scene in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, i.e. brief, graphic, and incredibly jarring.

Universal Pictures has set the film for an October 20 release date. The Snowman not only stars Fassbender, but has a stellar cast that includes Charlotte Gainsbourg, Rebecca Ferguson, J.K. Simmons, Toby Jones, Chloe Sevigny, James d’Arcy, and Val Kilmer.

The Killing of a Sacred Deer

Yorgos Lanthimos returns after 2015’s critically acclaimed The Lobster with The Killing of a Sacred Deer. Known for deeply horrifying black comedies, Lanthimos’ latest effort appears to be his first true foray into the horror genre, even though his films have a knack for finding a way to be truly scary or terrifying without being horror films. Telling the story of a doctor who begins a sinister familial relationship with a teenage boy, the film is one that pairs Lanthimos back up with Colin Farrell who starred in The Lobster. Known for truly visceral scenes of gore, tense atmospheres, and great terror, Lanthimos is a man who seemed destined to make a horror film with that opportunity finally available to him now. The film, interestingly, also marks Lanthimos’ first time receiving funding from an American company as The Killing of a Sacred Deer is co-produced by Ireland, the United Kingdom, and the United States.

Alongside Farrell, The Killing of a Sacred Deer stars Nicole Kidman, Barry Keoghan, Raffey Cassidy, and Alicia Silverstone. The film will receive a limited release on October 20.

Wonderstruck

Following up the masterpiece that is Carol will be no easy task, but if anybody can do it, it is director Todd Haynes. Though perhaps an unexpected follow-up, Wonderstruck finds Haynes exploring the world of children in a pseudo-fairy tale about a young boy in 1977 and his journey to find his father following his mother’s death. Paralleling that journey with that of a young girl in 1927 and her journey to find her idol, the film appears to be a magical and wonder-filled romp through New York City through the eyes of children in very different time periods. Likely an exploration of the city as much as it about these children, this grown-up and deeply sympathetic take on the lives, adventures, and minds, of children appears greatly inspired by the work of Guillermo del Toro and Pan’s Labyrinth in both content and aesthetics. While a great depature from the 1950s-set lesbian romance that was Carol, Haynes nonetheless finds himself at home with a deeply green color pallette and a period setting in Wonderstruck. Relying upon two child actors to anchor the film in Oakes Fegley and Rose Simmonds, Wonderstruck will rely equally on Haynes’ shoulders and the ability of these two young actors to carry the film. Whether or not they can may determine whether or not Wonderstruck is another win for Haynes.

Besides the youngsters, Wonderstruck also stars Julianne Moore, Michelle Williams, and Tom Noonan. The film will be released in a limited selection of theaters on October 20.

Others of Note:

As expected, October will be a busy month for releases with Awards season kicking off. The above ten films are just a limited selection of releases to keep an eye on, however, there are plenty of other strong releases coming up this month. The release of American Made (starring Tom Cruise and directed by Doug Liman) on September 29 will see the film play for much of October and, while perhaps not an Awards player, it is an entertaining look at the crazy life led by Barry Seal. The wide releases of both Battle of the Sexes (directed by Jonathan Dayton & Valerie Faris with Emma Stone and Steve Carell starring) and Stronger (directed by David Gordon Green with Jake Gyllenhaal starring) are also worth keeping an eye on with both receiving considerable praise, especially the latter with Gyllenhaal eyeing possible Oscar gold for his portrayal of a Boston Marathon bombing victim in the inspirational biopic. With regard to wide expansions, Lucky may not receive an exceptionally wide one, but with both the praise it has received and the recent passing of star Harry Dean Stanton, it is a must-watch. Directed by first-time director and noted character actor John Carroll Lynch, Lucky is a film you may have to track down, but will be more than worth a watch once it becomes available.

For films coming out in October, the limited release of films such as Una (directed by Benedict Andrews, starring Rooney Mara and Ben Mendelsohn), Breathe (directed by Andy Serkis, starring Andrew Garfield and Claire Foy), and The Square (directed by Ruben Ostlund, starring Claes Bang, Dominic West, and Elisabeth Moss), are all worth keeping an eye on. For wide releases, Suburbicon may have received mixed reviews in both Venice and Toronto last month, but the fact that the Coen brothers wrote this film make it one that is worth tracking all the same. Starring Matt Damon, Julianne Moore, and Oscar Isaac, Suburbicon was directed by hit-and-miss director George Clooney. While it appears this one may be more of a miss, it is impossible to entirely ignore Suburbicon. Finally, look for Thank You for Your Service to make some noise amidst the political controversy of recent times and the heightened support of veterans and patriotism. Directed and written by Jason Hall (writer of American Sniper), the film seems likely to hit the same market as American Sniper if given the correct push by Universal Pictures. Starring Miles Teller as a veteran who must readjust to life at home and cope with what he saw in war with Haley Bennett appearing as his wife, Thank You for Your Service may not be the most high-profile release of the month, but could become one of the more unexpected successes in October.

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The Year in Review: 2017 Honorable Mentions

Originally this post was just going to list my top ten films of the year and provide a brief commentary on the honorable mentions that didn’t make the cut but I got carried away with the latter and wrote way too much. So here’s a holiday surprise: a full summation of my year at the movies for you to enjoy as I work on my top ten list.

2016 Addenda

Silence and Paterson were two 2016 films that I was only able to see in early 2017. Had I been able to view them when they were first released, both would have made my 2016 top ten list (which never got a proper post but is accessible via my twitter) and both would have vied for spots in my top three. I highly recommend that everyone watch both films. They are both challenging films in their own ways. Silence is emotionally exhausting; moments of shocking brutality and quiet delicacy abound. It’s an examination of faith worth mulling over regardless of your worldview or philosophy because, in the end, faith is an emanation of our basic humanity. Paterson is similar to Silence in its singular voice and vision. It is meandering, seemingly plotless, and deceptively simple, but sometimes one has to walk slowly in order to see clearly.

Films I Missed

As seen above, every year there are a number of films I am unable to see because I didn’t have time or it wasn’t playing in Michigan or I didn’t have the press credentials to get into a screening. This year, the most disappointing miss was Paul Thomas Anderson’s Phantom Threadwhich, apparently, didn’t make it to my local art theater. I’ve loved Anderson’s last three films (and enjoy his entire filmography, in varying degrees) and believe Phantom Thread would have made it onto my top ten list this year, had I been able to see it. Other films I missed this year, in no particular order, include: A Quiet Passion, The Post, Menashe, The Shape of Water, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing Missouri, I Tonya, Menashe, Graduation, Manifesto, Dawson City: Frozen Time, Call My By Your Name, and The Square.

Honorable and Dishonorable Mentions

Despite missing a lot, I saw more films this year than I have in a long time. This meant that my top ten list was an enjoyable challenge and that a number of films, for a variety of reasons, didn’t make the cut. These are their stories…

Lemon was the worst movie that I saw this year – or, at the very least, it was the movie I disliked the most that I watched all the way through nonetheless. The anti-comedy antihero that Tim Heidecker played to cringey perfection in the weird and wonderful The Comedy should be hereby retired with Brett Gelman’s new film. I think Brett Gelman is a very funny comedian and his wife, Janicza Bravo, who directed Lemon has a unique enough directorial voice but, in a year of terrible men, we didn’t need this one. In a year of interesting commentary on race, we didn’t need this half-hearted, cynical, frustrating attempt.

Lemon

I swore off comic book movies years ago and have only watched DC movies out of morbid, masochistic curiosity (I did not see Wonder Woman or Justice League, for the record, and don’t plan on ever watching them). That said, the first superhero movie to pique my interest in years was Logan. I hadn’t seen an X-Men movie since First Class, which I found rather pointless, but, as a childhood fan of the X-Men comics, something about Logan seemed different. And indeed it was.

Logan works incredibly well as a neo-Western road movie that happens to feature mutated humans with superpowers. Hugh Jackman is probably the best actor to ever lead a comic book movie and here he finally has a movie that is worth his time. The three leads that form a quasi-familial unit in the form of Patrick Stewart, Jackman, and young breakout Dafne Keen, all perform incredibly well together and individually. The movie falters when it tries to introduce its villains and an action-y plotline. The dude with the Anakin Skywalker hand was sufficient, the evil doctor guy played by Richard E. Grant was introduced too late to matter, and the robo-Wolverine or whatever he was called was just kind of awkward and weird and dumb. Still, I was genuinely moved by the end of this movie – brought closer to tears by this movie than any comic book movie I’ve watched. It’s not a great film, but it’s a very good comic book movie. Count it among the few classics.

Another movie that I was surprisingly moved by was Okja. I felt like I had this film’s number from the start. Not that predictability is inherently negative, I just didn’t think I’d get that much out of it. But this movie is incredibly well-crafted. The performances from Jake Gyllenhaal and Tilda Swinton are so over the top that they actually work as caricatures of evil people. This movie feels like a live-action anime. It has the energy, the flow, and the colorful cast of characters. The message is simple and perhaps a bit obvious but it works. And while I will continue blaming it on the severe cold I had while watching the film, I did get choked up at the end. Also, Paul Dano continues to be a tragically underrated performer who needs to be cast in way more projects.

Okja

Okja was very good at world-building and, unsurprisingly, Blade Runner 2049 was great at it. I was wary of this film going in and didn’t even know if I’d ever watch it – tired as I am of reboots and unnecessary sequels. Much to my surprise, though, I was captivated by this movie when it was simply following Ryan Gosling’s K through his detective work and personal life. His relationship with his holographic girlfriend is as weird and sweet and inventive as Her. Denis Villeneuve is a director I’ve written about beforewhose work I enjoy – Arrival remains his best film. Roger Deakins, as widely reported, does great work as he always does in this film. Unfortunately, 2049decided to be a legacy act. The second half of the movie is bogged down in a plot that ties the film in with the original completely unnecessarily.

2049 falls apart when it dredges up old Harry Ford in his all-too-ordinary gray t-shirt. Is he playing Rick Deckard or is he someone’s aging stepdad? Credit where it’s due: Harrison Ford performs dutifully and effectively in this movie but 1: I can’t watch Harrison Ford in a movie anymore without it completely taking me out of the narrative (Oh look, it’s ancient curmudgeon Harrison Ford. Remember Indiana Jones?) and, more importantly, 2: there was no reason why this film needed to bring him back. As I said, there were so many interesting directions this film could have gone but, like The Force Awakens, it grinds to a halt so we can see Harrison Ford react to stuff related to a movie he was in a hundred years ago. Also, Jared Leto is a scenery-chewing nuisance who should not be cast in anything ever. My suggestion: if you didn’t see this movie in IMAX, just wait and watch the 90 minute version I’ll inevitably make in 2018.

And while Blade Runner and Star Wars provided science fiction fodder for franchise devotees, horror fans were treated to a vast array of unique offerings. A horror/drama that got a little over-hyped for me was Raw. As with most gross-out horror films, there were early reports of people passing out and throwing up in screenings. With that in mind, I prepared myself for something truly shocking and was, honestly, somewhat disappointed. The story centers on a college freshman who discovers she has a hunger for human flesh. It’s a fun film if you’re a fan of body horror but even so the scenes get rather formulaic. There’s some great, atmospheric stuff in this movie, including some solid cinematography, but the moments when something gross is about to happen are never a surprise. Raw's great failure is its ending which ties such a deliciously messy story together too neatly.

Raw

Another horror film that could be accused of receiving too much early hype was, of course, mother! This movie is incredibly effective as a comedy of manners. Darren Aronofsky does an amazing job of capturing the panic and confusion of actual nightmares where you know the people populating your dream should be able to hear and understand you but their blank, unresponsive stares simply add to the horror. I had no idea what mother!was actually about or where it was going while I watched it and I found myself disappointed in myself once I realized. The thing is, though, even when the film’s narrative fully commits to its pedestrian eschatology, it’s still churning out moments that are absolutely bonkers. The ways mother! doesn’t work might be more interesting than the ways it does (Javier Bardem and Michelle Pfeiffer are particularly effective; Jennifer Lawrence remains an amateurish performer) but…I kind of loved this film in all of its sadistic, messy glory.

I really wanted mother! to make it into my top ten list simply because it felt so different. That is, until I saw another film about the dismantling of domesticity: The Killing of a Sacred Deer. I should state for the record that I was not a huge fan of Yorgos Lanthimos’s last film The Lobster. That film always felt a bit obvious and stunted to me – though I’m a big fan of both Colin Farrell and Rachel Weisz. Sacred Deer is a similar beast. The deadpan, monotone dialogue takes a lot of getting used to and I’m sure it’ll be a sticking point for a lot of viewers. It remains an interesting and puzzling choice by Lanthimos who seems to want to strip his films of melodramatic artifice while writing screenplays that contain the drama of Greek tragedies.

Sacred Deer is a film that knows it’s weird, knows you think it’s weird, but also knows it’s weirdness is making you feel weird. If you can let yourself get into it, this is a pretty rewarding film reminiscent of The Shining (I know this is blasphemy but I actually like it more). Colin Farrell and Nicole Kidman both give incredibly performances with what is surely challenging material to work with. The film’s real star, though, is Dunkirk breakout Barry Keoghan. As his character grows more strange and sinister, he somehow becomes even more magnetic. Regardless of what you think of the movie, Keoghan is one of the best performers of the year.

The Killing of a Sacred Deer

Of course, one cannot discuss the year’s horror films without mentioning Get Out. I have to admit I had trouble with this film for a number of months. I really struggled to see what everyone else was seeing in it. That is, until I watched Detroit. Both films are ostensibly horror flicks where the great evil is white power. Kathryn Bigelow’s film posits itself as a visceral work of journalism but beneath that facade, it’s clear she has nothing to say. Her camera is in a constant Paul Greengrass-esque tremor whether it’s a tense moment or not. Detroitis false immediacy. Detroit is torture porn. Get Out, on the other hand, has a voice and it came to make a statement. Get Out, like They Liveor Night of the Living Dead before it, is not high art. It is, for better or worse, a reaction to the sociopolitical milieu that surrounds it. Hopefully it will soon be considered the first of innumerable, blockbuster works by filmmakers of color that invades the cultural consciousness. For now, Get Out is a film that manages to be both scary and funny thanks to Jordan Peele’s vision and direction.

Logan Lucky and Baby Driver were two films by directors whose work I enjoy and admire immensely that just didn’t quite bring enough to the table to make it into a top ten list. Both films are self-assured, fun, and full of magnetic characters (save for the titular Baby) but they also seem to be exercises in style over substance. Still, I’d recommend both films in a heartbeat.

Another film that comes highly recommended by yours truly that seems to have been completely forgotten is The Red Turtle: an animated, nearly-wordless folk tale about nature, love, and letting go. The Red Turtle is refreshingly simple and unassuming – I’ve heard it described as a children’s film and, while a patient child may be able to sit through it, there’s a depth and maturity to the story that will speak to anyone who would stop to listen. Come for the animation, stay for the beautiful score and sound design.

The Red Turtle

Speaking of design, a couple films that look incredibly good are A Ghost Story and The Beguiled. Both films held spots in my top ten list but were knocked out. I really wanted to love A Ghost Story – I felt like I was really giving it my all – but about two thirds of the way through the film, it starts to preach about what it is and some of the mystery and nuance is lost. Visually, it remains one of the most interesting films of the year, but the story remains half-baked. The same could be said for Sofia Coppola’s new film. It features some of the best cinematography of the year and incredible performances from everyone involved. The aforementioned Colin Farrell and Nicole Kidman give it their all; Kirsten Dunst is strong as ever; and Elle Fanning continues to prove she is one of the great young actors working today. The film’s only real fault is its table manners. Reserved and cautious, when the film finally boils over, the room has already chilled.

I also saw The Florida Project this year. I have very little to say about it, apparently. As I’ve been putting it off through this whole post. I thought it was…fine. It’s good, not great. Willem Dafoe is very good in it. If you want to know how I feel about the ending, I’m in the camp that thought it completely undercut the emotional depth and complexity that the film was just about to reach.

So there you have it – my year at the movies, save for my upcoming top ten films of the year. As I said above, many of these films could have, or perhaps should have, been in my top ten list. And if you were to ask me in a few months, some of them might return. As these things go, art is subjective and fluid, but I’m very excited to share the films that I found the most engrossing and moving this year. Some will be obvious, but hopefully some will be new discoveries for you. Come back New Year’s Eve to find out!

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'Boo 2! A Madea Halloween' leads a lackluster box office

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'Boo 2! A Madea Halloween' leads a lackluster box office

‘Boo 2! A Madea Halloween’ leads a lackluster box office

Newcomers dominated the box office this weekend as Lionsgate’s comedy “Tyler Perry’s ‘Boo 2! A Madea Halloween’ and Warner Bros.” sci-fi spectacle “Geostorm” debuted in the top two spots.

Perry’s sequel debuted in first place, raking in an estimated $21.6 million in the U.S. and Canada, according to figures from measurement firm ComScore.

The PG-13 film, which reviewer Kimber Myers calls “the cinematic equivalent of getting Necco Wafers in your trick-or-treating bucket,” follows the antics of Perry’s popular character Madea who is tasked with protecting her grand-niece at a haunted campground. “Boo 2!” garnered mixed reviews from audiences and critics, earning an A- rating on CinemaScore and a dismal 8% “rotten” rating on Rotten Tomatoes.

Warner Bros.’ environmental disaster thriller “Geostorm” came in at No. 2, raining in $13.3 million in its first week.

Co-financed by Skydance and Rat-Pac Dune and directed by Dean Devlin, the film stars Gerard Butler as an arrogant technician tasked with preventing a network of satellites that stabilize our climate from glitching. The PG-13 film, which also stars Abbie Cornish, Ed Harris and Jim Sturgess, was also unpopular among audiences and critics, earning a lackluster 13% “rotten” rating on Rotten Tomatoes and a below average B- rating on CinemaScore.

Coming in third was Blumhouse’s horror film “Happy Death Day” which brought in $9.4 million in its second week — a 64% drop in earnings since last week — for a cumulative total of $40.7 million.

The $5-million film, a bloody riff on the classic “Groundhog Day” concept, follows a woman who relives the day of her murder until she learns her killer’s identity. The latest from producer Jason Blum and Universal Pictures, “Happy Death Day” earned a B rating on CinemaScore and a 68% “fresh” rating on Rotten Tomatoes.

“Blade Runner 2049” by Alcon Entertainment came in fourth, adding $7.1 million to its earnings (a 54% drop) in its third week for a cumulative total of $74 million.

A sequel to Ridley Scott’s 1982 sci-fi cult classic “Blade Runner,” about a futuristic society where androids known as replicants are almost indistinguishable from humans, the $150-million film earned an A- rating on CinemaScore and an 88% “fresh” rating on Rotten Tomatoes. The film was directed by Denis Villeneuve and stars Ryan Gosling and Jared Leto, with Harrison Ford reprising his role as Deckard.

Rounding out the top five was Sony’s firestorm drama “Only the Brave,” which brought in $6 million in its first week. Starring Josh Brolin and Jeff Bridges, the film chronicles the true story of the Granite Mountain Hotshots, a group of Arizona firefighters who battled one of the deadliest wildfires in history. “Only the Brave” was a hit with both audiences and critics, earning an A rating on CinemaScore and a 90% “fresh” rating on Rotten Tomatoes. Miles Teller, Taylor Kitsch and Jennifer Connelly also star.

Also new this week, Universal’s Michael Fassbender-led thriller “The Snowman” debuted at no. 8 with $3.4 million. Fassbender stars as a detective tasked with tracking down a serial killer who likes to hack up women’s bodies and scatter the pieces as clues. Charlotte Gainsbourg, J.K. Simmons, Val Kilmer and Chloe Sevigny also star.

An adaptation of one of Norwegian writer Jo Nesbø’s crime novels, the film, which reviewer Justin Chang called “a wretched waste of time and talent from the Swedish director Tomas Alfredson,” earned an unprecedented D rating on CinemaScore and an abysmal 9% “rotten” rating on Rotten Tomatoes.

PureFlix’s faith-based drama “Same Kind of Different as Me,” also premiered this week with $2.6 million. Starring Djimon Hounsou, Greg Kinnear and Renee Zellweger, the film follows a Texas art dealer and his wife as they befriend a troubled homeless man. The film earned a 20% “rotten” rating on Rotten Tomatoes.

In limited release, A24 opened “The Killing of the Sacred Deer” in four locations with $114,585, for a per-theater average of $28,646. The film, which follows a surgeon who befriends a fatherless teen to frightening results, stars Colin Farrell, Nicole Kidman, and Alicia Silverstone and earned a 75% “fresh” rating on Rotten Tomatoes.

Amazon Studios and Roadside Attractions premiered “Wonderstruck” in four locations with $68,762, for a per-theater average of $17,190. The film follows two children, separated by decades, as they embark on parallel journeys to fill gaps in their lives. It earned a 69% “fresh” rating on Rotten Tomatoes.

Next week, Lionsgate opens the horror sequel “Jigsaw”; Paramount debuts the crime comedy “Suburbicon”; and Universal premieres the drama “Thank You for Your Service,” starring Miles Teller. Magnolia Pictures also unveils the comedy “The Square” in limited release.

#Entertainment

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omnivorousshipper · 4 years ago

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Request Friday: What are your thoughts about Centaur!Deckard? (It can be a fantasy AU of Centaur!Shaw family or just a magical curse turning Deckard into one) I'm eager to know what is Luke's reaction! XDDDD **Sorry if I'm late. I'm not sure if this ask existed in your inbox**

Yessssss!!! I've been wanting to write this one for so long! 😭 thank you so much for asking friend!

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Crouching, Luke slowly made his way through the undergrowth of the thick forest he was in. In his hands, he had an arrow at the ready for when a piece of game finally crossed his path

Luke knew he shouldn't even be in the forest. It was King Brixton's private hunting grounds and all who enter would be killed on sight

However, Luke didn't have a choice

Not when all the other forest meant for the peasantry were dried up and had barely any game. Luke needed to help feed his village some way

That's why he had snuck into the private forest and had already gotten several rabbits. But he needed a much bigger game. He was hoping for a deer, preferably

Swiveling his head around, Luke listened carefully as he heard a twig snap

Motion out of the corner of his caught his attention and Luke peered closer

Standing in a clearing was a large stag

Perfect

Raising his bow and cocking back an arrow, Luke held still as he aim

An arrow flew through the air and landed in the stag's flank

But it wasn't Luke's arrow

Luke stiffened as he watched the stag bolt. Should he follow? Or let whoever shot the arrow pass by him?

Suddenly, the sound of hooves sounded almost right next to him

Without thinking, Luke dropped to the ground and tried to hide from the rider

Heavy hooves raced by him and Luke swore they would stop because they could hear his heart beat

But they kept going

Letting out a sigh of relief, Luke raised his head and felt his eyes widen. Was the rider of the horse naked?

Luke could see the rider's naked back and the flank of the horse as they rode further into the forest

Luke's curiosity was firmly peaked

Quietly standing, Luke followed slowly after the rider and the stag they had both been hunting

After some time, Luke was able to follow their trail to where he could hear a fast running stream

Poking his head through the foliage, Luke felt his heart stop

Sitting next to the stream's bank, was a half man, half horse

The horse part was strong and healthy, with glossy, brown fur that shown in the strong sunshine

Meanwhile, the human part looked magnificent. His skin was pale and barely blemished, only with the odd scar here and there. His arms were muscular and shined with sweat as he skinned the stag

But it was his face that had Luke enchanted

His cheekbones looked sharp as knives, but his face was fierce as he concentrated on making precise cuts. But, there was a softness in his eyes as he did his task

Luke wanted to caress that face and much more

Luke had no idea how long he sat in the brush as he watched the apparent centaur finish his task. Every move he made seemed choreographed as he cut up pieces of meat and wrapped them in leather bundles

Soon enough, the centuar was spreading the hide across a rock to dry

With wide eyes, Luke watched as the centuar stood to his full height. He stretched all four of his long legs and Luke couldn't help but admire how magnificent he looked

The centaur walked a short way away from the drying hide and laid back down next to another large rock. He tucked his bottom half against it while laying his top half across the warm rock. He rested his head on folded arms and seemed to fall asleep

For several long minutes, Luke watched the sleeping centuar. Once he was sure he was asleep, Luke stood and slowly walked over to the bundled up meat

He felt bad about taking the centuar's kill, but he needed to feed his family. The centuar would be able to keep living here and find another deer to kill

Scooping up several bundles, Luke turned towards the centuar

He couldn't help himself

Crouching down next to him, Luke hesitantly placed his hand on the silky fur and slowly stroked it

The centuar let out a small hum and nuzzled deeper into his arms

Smiling, Luke took his hand away and stroked the centuar's cheek with his his knuckles

"I hope we can meet again." Luke whispered

The centuar only let out a content sigh and slept on

Standing, Luke turned his back on the beautiful creature

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend!

#shobbs #deckard shaw #luke hobbs #hobbs and shaw #centuar #asks #omni answers #omni writes

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Request= We always talking about Shobbs getting walked in on by Owen and Hattie but what about Rowen being walked in on by Hattie and Deck and Deck trying to kill Rome for defiling his brother

Owen let out a gasp and felt his head hit the wall behind him as he felt pleasure shiver up his spine. One hand scrambled for purchase on the wall behind him while the other hand grabbed at the back or Roman's neck, keeping the other man close

Roman smirked at the noise Owen let out, and continues his assault on Owen's neck. Soon enough, a large bruise would be forming on Owen's pale flesh, signally everyone who he belonged to. Roman couldn't be more pleased

"Ro, more!" Owen gasped and felt Roman's hands tighten on his hips

Roman bit harder at Owen's neck at that, loving the keening noise Owen let out in the small, dark space

It might be cliche, but Roman loved it when they acted like schoolchildren and hide in one of the many empty rooms or closets around Nowhere. It was exhilarating to know they were keeping this secret from everyone else. The secret being Owen Shaw and Roman Pearce being in a relationship

They were still quite new to each other and had agreed to keep it quiet for now, for both their sakes. But that didn't mean they couldn't have some fun together

Roman brought a hand up, trying to pull Owen's shirt collar lower, to reveal more skin, when he felt his phone go off

"Fuck," Roman hissed and pulled away. Pulling out his phone and giving Owen a sheepish smile when the other man glared at him, Roman saw Tej texting him

"Where the hell are you? The briefing's about to start."

Roman sighed and gave Owen a small peck

"Sorry, baby. Looks like we have to head back."

"Arses." Owen hissed, but there wasn't any real heat behind his words. He pouted as Roman released him and they both moved out of the supply closet

Only to run right into Owen's brother and sister

"Oh? What the bloody hell?" Hattie blinked at the two of them, her eyes steadily narrowing as she took the two of them in

"Owen, what are you two doing?" Deckard's voice was low, as he too took in the two disheveled men. His eyes widened when he took in Owen's neck. "Is that-!"

Owen slapped his hand over the bruise, eyes wide as he saw the anger and shock building in his siblings' eyes

"Deck, Hatts, it's not what it looks like." Owen started nervously, and glanced over to Roman, who looked like a deer caught in headlights

"Then what the fuck is it, Owen?" Hattie hissed, hands balled into fists

Owen flinched at that. Both of his siblings saying his full name meant trouble.

Without thinking, Owen grabs Roman's arm and pushed him away, saying only one word

"Run!"

Roman doesn't need to be told twice

He bolts away from the now shouting siblings, as Owen holds them both back

"Are you insane, Owen?" Hattie yells

"You let him touch you?" Deckard seethes

"I can choose to be with whoever I want!" Owen shouts back

"And with your track history, you make pretty poor choices!" Hattie snarled

Roman didnt hear anything else as he rounded a corner and got further away from all three

Panting, he nearly slides through the door to where the crew is, and straight into Luke Hobbs

"Sorry, man." Roman wheezes out and looks up at the agent, and takes a step back at the look of pure murderous intent on Luke's face

"I just got a text from Deckard saying you gave Owen a hickey." Luke's expression is dark and he takes a menacing step towards Roman

"Fuck."

And with that, Roman's off again, knowing he's absolutely screwed

All he had wanted to do was spend time with his new boyfriend, not get chased by his family!

Hope you enjoy friend! I love the idea of all Shaw siblings being super protective of each other, and then Luke adding to it as well!

#rowen #roman pearce #owen shaw #deckard shaw #hattie shaw #luke hobbs #shobbs #asks #omni writes #omni answers

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kingofdirtandnothing · 4 years ago

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Day Two: Raining Blood

Every day, he sees more and more why Nile was chosen.

She was brilliant, fast on her feet and quick off the tongue. She had enough determination to field an army of men, and a stubbornness that kept her going even when fear filled her bones and would make anyone else go frozen with it, like a deer in the headlights.

A heart of gold, too. Though Deckard sometimes thinks it’s more to her detriment. Life was harder when you cared. This was a girl who had her normalcy stolen from her, her young life handed over to the Greater Good.

It wasn’t fair to anyone, let alone a girl in her twenties.

“Left.” She doesn’t need his help, not really. But if he’s going to sit here and scroll on his bloody phone in the middle of the night in a graveyard, the least he could do was pretend like he was upholding his position as a watcher.

Nile turns, graceful as a gazelle and jams the stake into the bloodsucker’s heart. Even after all these years, Deckard is still deeply satisfied by the way they exploded into dust.

You had to enjoy your work. That’s what his mum always used to tell him. (Of course, she was a lying grifter so her work was a little easier to enjoy.)

“I got it. I don’t need your help.” Her petulance was wan at this point. The bickering was as much a part of the dance as the part where Nile jumped up onto a tombstone and then backflipped off of it to stake another vampire.

They were getting more frequent. Whether or not that was a good sign depended on if you were ready to watch your Slayer have to deal with the Master soon.

Deckard wasn’t ready to bury another girl.

Especially not this one.

#ch: shaw #wemultitudinous | nile #why yes I did make a slayer pun thank you for asking #queued #kerri's 13 days of halloween (drabbles)

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12 Days of Shobbs: Day 10- Christmas Decorations

Summary: This is a serious of prompts following the relationship between Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw through the twelve days of Christmas.

Day 9 Day 11

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

The airport was crowded to the point Luke was sure that there was going to be a fire hazard. Gently as possible, he navigated through the crowds, thankful that he was much taller than most, and could see over everyone else to spot Hattie.

Jumping out of the way of large family, Luke finally made it to her, his patience frayed thin.

“And here I thought the LAX was horrible,” he said in lieu of a greeting.

“Lots of people would prefer flying than driving here,” Hattie shrugged and led the way outside to her waiting car.

“So, what do you and your brother need help with?” Luke asked, once they were in the car.

“Nothing too exciting,” Hattie replied as she effortlessly made her way out of the airport parking lot and into traffic. “Mum got into it with the local mafia. Now they put a hit out on me and my brother, so we decided to take the fight to them first.”

“And where’s you mom?”

“Not completely sure. India maybe?”

Luke stared at Hattie. She was wearing a thick sweater and a grey beanie, and looked way too casual for someone talking about a hit being put on her. After a minute of silence, she final glanced away from the road and sent Luke a confused look.

“What?”

“Let me get this right,” Luke started to rub his temples. “Your mom pisses off the mafia. The mafia puts a hit out on her children. And then she runs off to India, leaving you guys to fend for yourselves?”

“This isn’t the first time,” Hattie said, confusion coloring her voice. “We’re able to take care of ourselves. Mum doesn’t need to protect us.”

“I get that,” Luke sighed. “But, it just seems a little…”

“Unmotherly?”

“Yeah.”

“Mum’s always been there for us. She’s not your stereotypical mum, but she loves us and trusts in our abilities,” Hattie explained. She sounded far too casual about the situation in Luke’s opinion. On the other hand, Luke knew he didn’t truly know all that much about the Shaw family, so maybe being hunted down by the mafia really was common place for them.

“Wait. Do you even need help? Sounds like you have it covered,” Luke asked and could feel a sense of dread. “You don’t need me here. Why did you ask me to come?”

“Fine. You’re right,” Hattie admitted. And it seemed like the fight went out of her as her whole body slumped. “Deck’s been mopey lately. Usually he’s in a good mood around this time of year, but lately he’s been melancholy.”

“And you want me to do what?” Luke narrowed his eyes at her.

“Just stay for a few days. He seemed happy when he came back from your last mission.”

“He survived getting crushed by a building. I would think he would be happy.”

“I mean,” Hattie emphasized. “He seemed to have enjoyed his time with you and your daughter.”

“And? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Obviously,” she muttered under her breath.

“Hey!” Luke glared. “I just don’t see why it’s my problem that your brother is being a mopey idiot.”

The only response he received was an eye roll. Luke was about to continue, but Hattie was pulling off the street and parking. Getting out of the car, Luke looked around.

“Uh, Hattie? Is your brother homeless?”

“What?” She looked at him like he had grown two heads.

“We’re at a park. Does he live here?”

“For the love of…” Hattie said exasperatedly. “We’re here to do some Christmas shopping. There’s a Christmas market not too far away.”

“But I thought we were going straight to your brother’s?”

“No. We’re currently banned from his place until he’s done decorating.”

“Why?” Luke asked, not understanding how everything Hattie said kept confusing him further and further.

“Says we’d just get in the way,” Hattie shrugged and ignored the odd look he was sending her. “Now come on, I need help buying a present for one of my coworkers. She’s always a pain to buy for.”

“For the record, I have no idea what is going on anymore,” Luke responded, but followed after Hattie anyway.

“You get used to it,” a voice said next to him.

Jerking forward in surprise, Luke whipped his head towards the person who snuck up behind him. Standing there with a smug smirk on his face, was Owen Shaw. He was dressed similarly to Hattie with a thick blue sweater, but was wearing white earmuffs with cat ears on top of them.

“Why the hell are you here?” Luke grunted, glaring at the other man, who’s smirk grew wider.

“Enjoying the market,” he said simply and gestured down to the small tray of fries he was holding. “They usually have the best food.”

“What the bloody hell did you put on those chips?” Hattie demanded, her disgust obvious as she scrunched up her nose.

“What? I usually eat them like this,” Owen said defensively.

“Doused in motor oil?” Luke joked.

“It’s only ketchup and barbecue sauce,” Owen glared and held his fries away from the other two.

“And what’s up with the earmuffs?” Luke gestured to the top Owen’s head.

“They were a present from Mum.”

“She thought they were cute?” Luke deadpanned.

“Yeah,” Owen said slowly. “Why?”

“Nothing. They look great on you,” Luke answered sarcastically.

For the next hour, Luke and the siblings wandered around the market, making comments about the countless stalls of food and homemade goods being sold at them. Several times, Owen would disappear and reappear with a different food item, and even brought a churro back for Hattie at one point.

Spending the afternoon with the two Shaws was almost surreal for Luke. To see two dangerous people so relaxed and comfortable in his presence was a new phenomenon to him. He had fought both of them and knew just how much damage they could do to him and all the stalls around them. But, watching as Hattie stole the cat earmuffs off Owen’s head without him noticing, Luke couldn’t wrap his head around how he ever saw either of them as a threat.

They were about halfway through their second lap around the market when Hattie stopped suddenly, looking down at her phone.

“Deck says we can come back to his flat,” she said, but her eyebrows were furrowed as she reread the text.

“What?” Owen asked and looked over her shoulder. After reading the message, his face mirrored Hattie’s.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked, not liking the way both siblings were standing perfectly still with looks of confusion.

“Well, the text says: ‘you better come back’. Not that he’s done with the decorations,” Hattie explained. “Do you think something happened?”

“Well you did say that the mafia was after you guys,” Luke mentioned.

“Oh. Those were the guys that attacked me earlier?” Owen asked.

“When did you get attacked?” Hattie asked, eyes wide with shock.

“Right before I met up with you two,” he replied casually.

“You got jumped by some random people and then went and bought food?” Luke nearly shouted in surprise.

“Yes?” Owen sheepishly glanced between Luke’s look of disappointment and Hattie trying to stifle her giggles.

“You know what,” Luke finally said, shaking his head. “Let’s just go check up on Deckard, ok?”

~~~

It only took ten minutes before they were in front of Deckard’s apartment, Hattie leading the way, until a noise caught Luke’s attention. It sounded like a hollow knocking, and set alarm bells off in Luke’s head. Quietly, he tapped Hattie’s shoulder, catching both her and Owen’s attention. Bringing a finger to his lips, Luke slowly drew his gun and ushered the other two behind him. Not noticing their twin looks of surprise, Luke crept towards the door, that he noticed was slightly ajar.

Looking back at the other two, he saw that Hattie had her own issued gun out, while Owen had a knife in each hand. Nodding, Luke turned back to the door before placing his foot flat against it and shoving it open. Storming into the apartment, he saw a scene he never imagined he would ever witness in a hundred years.

All around the living room were unconscious bodies scattered amongst upturned boxes of Christmas decorations. On a few of the bodies were shattered Christmas tree ornaments, while another had tinsel wrapped around it, and in the corner, a body was tangled in a half decorated Christmas tree. At the epicenter of the chaos, stood Deckard, who was fighting the last attacker off.

Well, more accurately, Deckard was choking the last attacker, who Deckard had pulled to his chest and had Christmas light pulled taut around their throat. Hearing the door open further, Deckard jerked his head up to stare at the three standing in the doorway. All the while, his grip on his attacker didn’t loosen as he stared like a deer in headlights.

“I can explain?” He joked, a small smile on his lips.

Luke stood frozen to the spot, gun still pointed straight ahead. Behind him, he could hear Hattie and Owen laughing. In Deckard’s arms, the attacker finally went limp, and Deckard let him drop to the floor with a thud.

“What the fuck happened?” Luke finally found his voice. Putting his gun away, he entered the apartment further and counted ten attackers in total scattered across the room.

“I’m guessing they’re part of the mafia,” Hattie commented as she pulled her phone out and dialed a number. “I’ll call the agency to come pick them up.”

“And you accuse us of breaking your Christmas decorations,” Owen called out to Deckard as he pulled the body out of the tree.

“And I still hold to that,” Deckard huffed, taking in the damage he had done by himself. Seeing the nearly forlorn look on his face, Luke felt his heart twist.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we can salvage most of it,” Luke assured, walking up to Deckard.

The smaller man looked up at him, eyes searching Luke’s. Confidently, Luke looked back, willing the other man to believe him.

“As long as we keep those two out of the way,” Deckard smirk and gestured to his siblings.

“I fully agree with that,” Luke smiled, and felt his heart twist in a different way at the large smile Deckard gave him in return.

… Ten assassins a-killing

Nine buildings exploding

Eight racers a-racing

Seven criminals a-stealing

Six missiles incoming

Five grenades!

Four stab wounds

Three fast cars

Two loaded guns

And a punch to the face!

#shobbs #deckard shaw #luke hobbs #owen shaw #hattie shaw #christmas fic #fanfic #my fanfic ideas #christmas decoration #i do own the same pair of earmuffs

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omnivorousshipper · 5 years ago

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12 Days of Shobbs: Day Four- Candy Canes

Summary: This is a serious of prompts following the relationship between Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw through the twelve days of Christmas.

Day 3 Day 5

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

Luke was inspecting his guns and carefully placing them into his bag in preparation for the team’s next mission. All around him, he could hear the others grabbing their own gear, a quiet buzz of background noise as he focused on his own task. He was strapping on his bullet-proof vest when he heard loud footsteps. Looking up, Luke saw Roman stomping towards him, huffing and puffing like a pissed off bull.

“How are you so comfortable with him being here?” He demanded and jerked his head towards two people standing on the other side of the room.

“Are you talking about Shaw?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hell yes I mean Shaw!” “What’s your problem? Just the other day, he helped you put new tires on your car.”

“Not that Shaw! The other one!” Roman practically shouted, and harshly pointed at Owen Shaw, who looked to be annoying the crap out of Deckard.

“Oh, that one! Why didn’t you say so?” Luke teased.

“You know for damn sure I wasn’t talking about Deckard,” Roman fumed. “Why are we all acting as if he won’t turn on us the second he can?”

“Why? Think he’s going to stab you with a candy cane?” Luke asked.

“What?” Roman asked incredulously. Nodding his head towards the brothers, Luke watched as Owen forced Deckard to take several candy canes, and then put the rest in his own bag. “Why does he have those?”

“Sweet tooth apparently,” Luke shrugged and turned back to his own bag, trying to finish his own preparations.

“But how can you trust him?” Roman demanded once again. Luke didn’t bother to hide his eye roll.

“Roman,” Luke said slowly. “Do you have any siblings?” “Yeah, an older sister,” he answered, confused.

“And as kids, did your sister keep you in line?” “Well, yeah. She’s scary as hell, man.”

“Then just apply the same logic to Owen,” Luke explained. “I don’t trust Owen, but I do trust that Deckard will beat his ass if he tries something funny.”

“I don’t know, man,” Roman said with uncertainty. “Do you really trust Deckard that much?”

“Honestly, Roman,” Luke answered. “I’d trust Deckard with my life. And I have-- several times.”

“Huh,” Roman said simply before giving Luke a nod and walking away.

Shaking his head at Roman’s theatrics, Luke turned back to his bag and placed one last gun in it.

~~~

“Can anyone copy?! Hello?!” Luke yelled into his com, hoping against hope that it wasn’t broken. Nothing but static came through. “Damn it!”

Luke couldn’t believe how bad his luck had gotten. As soon as the team had landed at the abandoned military base, they found out that it wasn’t as abandoned as they had expected. There was a small army inside and taking full advantage of the extra weapons still left at the base. The team had to split up or risk being taken down.

Now, he was stuck behind a pillar in some sort of courtyard, chaos coming from almost every angle. He could hear shouting mixed with gunshots, and not too far away, Luke swore he could hear small explosions followed by manic laughing. Ignoring the possible psychopath in the base, Luke focused on finding anyone else. Peeking out from his cover, Luke saw an opening: several of his assailants had run off towards where the explosions were coming from, leaving only a handful left to deal with Luke. Looks like his luck was finally coming back.

Easily shooting half of them from behind his pillar, Luke was able to roll to another, and take down the other half. The whole maneuver only took a minute, but it left Luke breathing hard. He had been taking these guys out for the last half hour, but he didn’t seem to be getting any closer to finding any of his teammates.

Letting out a breath of frustration, Luke stood up and decided to take one of the passageways back into the main base. He was slightly crouched, gun held in both hands as he crept along the dark hallway, approaching where the earlier explosions were occurring.

“Three guesses as to who that could be,” Luke whispered to himself.

Ahead of him, he could see a sharp corner with sunlight coming from it, indicating that he was probably going to enter another courtyard. Slowly approaching the corner, he could hear shouting followed by shooting. Coming to a stop at the corner, Luke pressed his back against the wall, gun poised to shoot whoever was about to come around the corner. Suddenly, everything was quiet, causing Luke to tense.

Quiet only meant someone had won the fight, and Luke wasn’t sure if the victor was enemy or foe. And seemed like he was going to get an answer because he heard someone running towards his hiding spot. Counting the seconds, Luke whipped out from around the corner, gun pointed directly at Deckard Shaw.

Luke’s breath caught as he took the other man in. Deckard was breathing hard and flushed from the fight he had just come from. His eyes were bright as he stared back at Luke, almost like a deer caught in headlights. His clothes were disheveled, completing Deckard’s entire ensemble of being a mess. Behind him, sunlight was pouring in and creating a halo around him and illuminating every single bit of dust and rubble that covered him.

And in that moment, Luke only had one thought going through his mind:

He’s absolutely beautiful.

Even though Luke felt like he had been staring at Deckard for hours, in reality he had only done so for a few seconds. He would have gladly stayed there and actually stared for a few hours, if not for Deckard jerking forward and jumping on Luke.

“What…?” Luke started, but then screamed in pain as he felt something sharp stab into the arm holding his gun. “Fuck!”

He was able to push Deckard off of him, but kept his gun pointed downwards. Luke clutched the wound, feeling blood swelling under his fingers.

“What the hell, Shaw?!” Luke angrily shouted.

“Hobbs?” Deckard sounded shocked. He was standing a few feet away, clutching his weapon in his hand, staring at Luke in confusion. Luke glared back before his eyes wandered down to what Deckard was holding.

“Did you really stab me with a candy cane?” And Luke would later deny it, but his voice cracked when he nearly screeched the question at Deckard.

Deckard blinked at the shrill noise, and looked down at the candy cane dripping blood that he still had clenched in his hand. Sheepishly, he gave Luke a small smile.

“Maybe?”

“Only you, Deckard Shaw. Only you,” Luke huffed in exhaustion and astonishment. The man really knew how to utilize everything as a weapon.

“Sorry. Didn’t recognize you in the shadows,” Deckard apologize. Hesitantly, he took a step towards Luke. “Is it bad?”

Lifting his hand, Luke could see that blood was definitely coming from the wound, but not as much compared to stab wounds he had received in the past. “Could be worst.”

“Come here,” Deckard commanded, drawing out bandages from his pack. Deciding Deckard wasn’t going to attack him again, Luke stepped closer, holstered his gun and offered up his injured arm. Quickly and efficiently, Deckard had Luke’s arm bandaged. “That’ll have to do until we get out of here and clean it up.”

“Thanks,” Luke said, looking down at Deckard, who was still holding his arm, inspecting his handiwork. “I’m not going to get an infection from a candy cane, am I?”

“Doubt it, but you never know,” Deckard smirked. Letting go of Luke’s arm, he shifted his pack on his back and walked past Luke. “You comin’ or not, twinkletoes?”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Princess.”

~~~

Heavily, Luke sat down on one of the benches on the airplane taking them back to Mr. Nobody’s facility. His head fell against the metal of the plane, all of his energy gone from the mission.

After Luke had met up with Deckard, they had quickly found the others, but they still had to fight tooth and nail to get out of the base. They had all gotten out relatively safe and with no major injuries. Which was a success in itself, but all Luke wanted to do now was sleep.

“Hey,” a voice called to him softly. Luke opened his eyes, not realizing he had closed them, and saw Deckard standing in front of him, a med kit in his hands. “Want me to take a look at my handiwork?”

Letting out a snort of amusement, Luke offered up his arm without any resistance. If Deckard wanted to play nurse, Luke wasn’t going to stop him.

Quietly, Deckard sat down next to him and started to work on the wound. A comfortable silence descended on them as Luke watched Deckard work. His hands were confident in their movements as he cleaned the wound to reveal four small holes in Luke’s arm.

“How the hell did you manage that with a candy cane?” He muttered.

“If you lick it long enough, candy canes can become as sharp as knives,” Deckard smirked up at Luke.

“That’s absolutely terrifying and insane. I hope you know that,” Luke stated, squinting at Deckard.

“Don’t worry. I only use them around Christmas,” Deckard assured him. “Now does that hurt?”

He had tied off the bandage and carefully holding onto Luke’s wrist, waiting for confirmation.

“A little bit,” Luke answered and flexed his arm. He felt a twinge of pain, but knew the wound wasn’t deep enough to need stitches and would heal smoothly. “Could you kiss it and make it better?”

Deckard’s face turned bright red as he glared at Luke and dropped his arm. “Would you knock it off with the whole kiss thing?”

“Maybe if you stopped injuring me, I would.” Luke gave a toothy grin.

“Well, I ain’t doin’ it this time, so suck it up.”

“But your kiss made me heal faster last time,” Luke whined.

“Go to hell, you bollocks for brains imbecile,” Deckard snapped. However, his voice didn’t hold as much bite as it once had in the past. And Luke could see that Deckard’s cheeks had gone even redder at his last comment. “Don’t know why you keep talking about me kissing you.”

“Maybe I like your kisses,” Luke said casually, but on the inside he was nervously watching Deckard’s response.

“I… I,” Deckard stuttered as he did an impressive impression of a gaping fish.

“Oi, Deck!”

Both men snapped their heads in the direction of the shout. On the far end of the plane, Owen was waving Deckard over, impatiently tapping his foot.

“Hope you don’t get an infection,” Deckard said hurriedly before rushing off to his waiting brother.

Luke sighed as he watched the smaller man’s retreating back. Accepting defeat this time, Luke leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

… Four stab wounds

Three fast cars

Two loaded guns

And a punch to the face!

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