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ALEX LYON NEW BEST FRIEND I FUCK HEAVILY WITH THIS MASK DESIGN
#the saga of goalies with helmet wings continues someone get me husshow's mercury detroit symbolism post#I need him to be the backup because I think he's almost as chaotic as ned and I need to see this guy go crazay out there#alex lyon#drw#detroit red wings
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Record of Ragnarok Hermes (headcanons) 🔞
It came out a little chaotic... I got lost in halfway. If I'm making any significant mistakes, feel free to tell me.
SFW That guy is like a walking enigma. He behaves elegantly and kindly, always has excellent manners, not to mention his perfect tact, but something in your gut tells you it's not entirely sincere. Don’t get me wrong, you aren’t that perceptive: Hermes letting his perfect image… loosen up a bit. It’s funny. He always says something almost innocent as if he learnt what innocence means yesterday. He likes playing these kind of sweet games where you both know he isn’t honest and you try your best to expose him. If you manage to succeed, forget about praises or any other reward. Hermes would just smile or pretend innocently how unexpected that was, eh… I believe Hermes doesn’t have his type. The only condition that really matters is if a person can intrigue him. He likes challenges or being the challenge. Get his attention and keep fuel curiosity. Doesn’t matter if you are goddess or human, he would be genuinely impressed if anyone surprise him with something. That doesn’t happen often. If he catches some sort of feelings towards someone, nobody would knows. Yes, Hermes is nosy, always knows what’s happening in others’ lives, but he’s way too clever to give even the slightest hint that something is going on in his love life. For Hermes falling in love is a game but whoever falls first - loses. So romance with him is slow burn kind. I allow the possibility of enemies-to-lovers trope. If, hypothetically, some minor pantheon feuded with Zeus and Hermes would be sent to deliver the threat so that they know their place-… I meant message with some kind of advice, he might come face to face with s/o. The conversation may not be spicy, but it won’t be nice either. Full of subtexts, small provocations and fake smiles, everything on the verge of politeness. Hermes would come back without a scratch, but it definitely didn't go as expected. If at the end both sides find some reasonable compromise, Hermes and s/o most likely would end up seeing each other more often. Maybe because of their duties, maybe because they happen to be in the right place and time. Half the time, they'll have their small banters. Usually Ares is part of them because he overheard something - in his opinion - disrespectful and he tries to backup his brother, but he’s so incompetent that even he realizes it himself. At that point it’s usually too late for prideful man as Ares to call it off so Hermes has to come in a clutch and safe his butt. And no - Ares never learns from his mistakes. The next day he would fall into the same trap again… Sometimes it even leads to situation where everyone is against everyone. Hermes won’t be playing on violin just for s/o, but if she joins him during the play, he won’t mind her presence. In fact, he would like to talk about it afterwards. It works both ways - he won't be pushy either, but he would be kindly interested if she mentions her hobbies and is willing to share. The tension between them builds slowly over time. They both know that the other feels the same, but they don't act on it. I think it would go from like zero to hundred in a moment. Single spark and suddenly they kiss and touch each other without hesitation. It's hard to tell if they would become an official couple. They might as well be in open relationship or just friends with benefit.
NSFW I see him as a switch. He is used to serve Zeus and others so probably feels a need to be in charge and take care of a lover. On other hand, if you insist to be top and just tell him to relax, he’ll accept the offer. He secretly likes being care of but would never admit it. It’s new to him - be able to just empty the mind like that. I think he has a thing for long neat legs. I don’t know why. It’s nice addition, like the icing on the cake. He loves having them around his waist or placed on his arms when he basically fold you in half. Hermes likes to talk during act. He’s one playful guy. Telling you what he’s about to do, a bit of dirty talk here and then, definitely some praises. He has really good voice for that and knows how to use it against you. He’s pretty creative and open to suggestions. As long as you aren’t in pain, Hermes is up to anything. He doesn’t have his routine, just goes with the flow. Sex with him is rare, he’s busy man, that’s why he wants to make the best use of that precious time just between you two. Top notch in aftercare, hands down. That’s like his natural environment. He always makes sure you’re comfortable. Massage, bath, breakfast or any other form of tenderness you can think of.
I was woken up by intense smell and strange, omnipresent wetness. I opened my puffy eyes and once I realized I’m in the water, guided by instincts and fear, rapidly tried to get up. — Shh, calm down — I heard right next to my ear. Someone’s slender hands surrounded me in waist, forcing me to stay in sitting position. I let out a surprised sigh but didn’t oppose. I looked over my shoulder to see Hermes’s calm face. Leaning against his chest, I could feel the warmth radiating from him. — Where-re we… how… — I mumbled not fully awake yet. — You passed out — Hermes explained. Memories of our last ,conversation’ flashed back to me, and then my face exploded with heat. An egg could have been fried on my cheek. I was hoping that Hermes didn’t notice my embarrassment. Pathetic daydream… He knows everything about everyone before others. — Oh… I didn’t have to turn around to see his smile. — Judging by your body language, you didn’t seem bored with our experience. That’s why I took it as a complement. — Hermes pretend to be lost in thoughts, his voice was on the verge of innocence he imitated so well. — Whatever you like. — I gave up. He had upper hand here. — Do I interpret it correctly? Am I sensing submissiveness? — No… — Sulky mood then? — I don’t have strength for that… — That’s not very alike you. — I felt his chin on the top of my head. — Perhaps I should’ve thanked you for all these sweet gifts you gave me. I sighed. Something in his voice awaken me completely. — How much I hate… — I turned to face him. — Yes? — Hermes enticed me. I could see sparkles of joy in his eyes. — … how unbearably witty you are. — I finished angry. The corners of his lips lifted a bit. — Thank you — he said calmly. I just shook my head and came back to old position. We sat in silence. My mind went to previous events that leads me to this situation. I may have started our little tête-à-tête, but he was the one who dragged it to breaking point. I remembered his nimble fingers, smooth voice as he whispers to my ears, gentle and tender gestures, the patience, and finally his steady, firm thrusts as he filled me over and over. I lost track of time, at some point everything stopped when Hermes was playing with my body in so many different ways - from the most ordinary, to extravagant, to promiscuous positions. Being at his mercy was… pleasant. — That was very nice — I whispered. — Yes — he admitted silently, next to my ear. Whether he really thought so, or whether his impeccable manners spoke through him, I will probably never know. Still, I felt absolutely no need to worry about how I fared compared to his other lovers. I was just enjoying the moment.
#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader#ror x reader#record of ragnarok x reader#snv x reader#ror hermes#snv hermes#ror hermes x reader#snv hermes x reader#udj
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HORANGI HEADCANONS
Every single thing i'm gonna write down here is how I personally picture Horangi and, as i said in my pinned, if you don't like it scroll away, bye bye.
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• He is an idiot, not in a bad way, but in a genuine way.
It's not like he is dumb or something, but he goes on with his days by core memory and that only, this leads to something happening every five - ten minutes or so.
• This man is the definition of feral and they send him on the field like he's a wild animal ready to take down anyone.
He has fun, let's be real, he finds it funny when he hit targets and put down enemies even at hands in hands combat, he lives for it, also he's always ready for a fight, both on and off the field, big grin on his face.
• He lives to scare people.
The dark rituals skin? Yeah he asked for it and i picture the red parts to be reflective so they're only visible on certain lights. Tecnically speaking, i picture it to be good when they need backup or snipers looking over them at nigh, practically he walks around the base in the middle of the night with it on just to scare the shit out of whoever cross his way in the dark.
• He knows he's pretty but the mask stay ON.
Let's be real here, the man know how pretty he is, i picture him using his look to go away with things before joining the army, or before they ruined his face. He still thinks he looks good, but part of his brain refuses to take the mask off not because he's scared they cpuld find him in the base, but because he hates to see the looks of pity of the poeple when they see how he is right now.
• Your food? Nop. HIS food.
If you eat something different than what je's eating be ready to say gpodbye to it 'cause he will definitely ask for a bite, and it's never just a bite. Never. He knows how to do the puppy eyes and knows how to use them.
• He never spoke with anyone for a whole year.
I picture him not knowing any english when he joined and, while he was still learning, he never spoke or never answered to anything in a whole year, both because he didn't know how and because he kinda felt bad not being able to speak correctly. When he started tho it was the end, man never shut up.
• He's tiny.
Listen, i get that canonically they did him almost the same height as König, but i can't help to picture him being like 1.75/1.80 max. And compared to others? He is indeed tiny. Once König picked him up like it was nothing and he never recovered from that.
• Bisexual king.
He's way too chaotic not to be a bisexual, idk what else to say about this.
• His ringtone is a nightmare and once Oni fought him to change it.
His ringtone? Ring ding dong by shinee. Not because he actually likes it, but because he knows how mad people gets when it starts ringing and they can't so nothing to shut it down. He even dance on it just to piss the others off even more.
• Other than that? Man lis a metalcore baby.
He loves it, he lives for it, he knows every band on this planet, he just really likes it. Sometimes he even listen to deathcore or heavy/nu metal, but metalcore? You can find him knowing every word of every song possible.
•Feral, but he gets hurt pretty easily.
Listen, he loves to piss people off, but he also keeps reminding them how much that's his love language and how he keeps doing it cause he loves having them around. When they look genuinely pissed off? This hurts him and he goes days without doing anything because he really thinks people actually hates him, he's hurt by it and it took the same person to say out loud that they care about him to stop the bad thoughts he has.
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#ghost call of duty#call of duty headcanons#call of duty x reader#kortac#cod#cod headcanons#cod x reader#horangi#horangi headcanons#horangi x reader#kim horangi hongjin
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💭 Thoughts on Seven - song and MV
Are you looking for someone to react to this with you? Are you wanting to hear someone else’s thoughts so you can organize your own? Here you go! This is gonna be a long one but I have thoughts to share! I’ve broken them down into categories…
The Song
Lo and behold, the horny anons were (a little bit) right! This song is definitely about sex! Lol.
I’m gonna need a few more listens to really solidify my opinion, but first few listen throughs and… I like it! It’s fast, its a little chaotic, but it’s still so melodic and pleasing to listen to, courtesy of Jung Kook’s impeccable vocals, as usual. It’s a lot more explicit than I was expecting, lmao, but we’ve been saying for a while that he’s a grown ass man. No serious person was out here thinking he doesn’t fuck. Is the song somewhat aspirational for him with the “every minute every hour” thing, considering he spends at least 2 hours at a time in the middle of the night making noodles with ARMY? Perhaps. But hey, most of us alosexuals can only dream of getting lucky seven days a week, so I don’t blame him for manifesting that energy. Also, he didn’t write it. So there’s that.
Concept & Video
My condolences to the horny anons for the lack of steamy, sexy scenes in the video (the scenes that the rest of us knew wouldn’t be there, and let’s be real Jung Kook singing about fucking somebody right is already probably the most his fans can take at any one time lmao. I’m sure there were ladies fainting at his GMA performance like they were front row watching Elvis swivel his hips in 1956).
I liked the video! It was fun, and unexpectedly funny; JK playing the part of a boyfriend so obsessed with his toxic relationship that he keeps chasing his poor woman down even after every breakup (and murder?) attempt, through these surreal settings that just show how chaotic and unstable their relationship is. Han So Hee was gorgeous and did a good job despite her character pretty much having the same reaction/feeling in every scene but the last. Jung Kook, as so many pointed out, did a pretty terrible job looking angry or frustrated at any point 🤣 but that wasn’t really the point — the point is his obsession with his partner and willingness to jump off of a literal gurney and right back into the same situation that put him there in the first place.
Which brings me to my one gripe about the concept of the video which is that…. It doesn’t really match the lyrics? It’s not like that’s unusual in the world of MVs and I don’t think videos always have to be a play by play of the song, but it does feel like an excellent execution of a concept that would have fit better with a song about obsessive love, being unable to stop falling into the same toxic patterns, etc. Instead the song is pretty purely about sex and romance. To be honest, a few scenes of them falling into bed together would probably have made a bit more sense, honestly, if that’s supposed to be the reason he can’t stay away from this woman who seems to want almost nothing to do with him, lol.
Overall the video was visually satisfying and interesting, and this moment actually made me laugh out loud, boy was in his goofy element for a moment:
Latto
I’ll start by saying I was very excited when I realized that she would be featuring. I know some people had complaints, others didn’t know who she was, but I very much do know who she is and love her sound, so I was jazzed. My one concern was that… Latto lovers don’t be mad, but in my opinion she doesn’t have a lot of on-screen charisma.
I think it’s because she’s still relatively new. She’s beautiful, but I’m not sure she knows what to do with it yet other than sensually touch herself and minutely dance. It’s reminiscent of Dua Lipa in the early days when she wasn’t really great at dancing but was thrust up in the spotlight surrounded by backup dancers (who lest we forget have typically been training in dance nearly all their lives). For Latto, if she has no interest in dancing, that’s totally fine. I don’t think she HAS to do it or be good at it, but then in that case, I would expect a bit more expressiveness in her face and actions. And maybe you totally disagree with me — feel free to watch the Big Energy video and decide for yourself. To me though, she doesn’t bring enough energy (lol). Basically the opposite of Jung Kook in the GMA performance (which he fucking owned 😩 the 90s boy band vibes, the way he held his own and actually drew my attention the entire time despite the immense talent of his backup dancers. Holy shit that boy is a star.)
And my initial excitement and concern about Latto pretty much held up. Her rap was good, a fun add to the song, and I think she nailed the energy and the rhythm and the vibe (seriously when will male rappers catch up? Women are the only ones I want featuring on pop songs from now on. They’re the only ones who understand how to stay on topic). That being said her feature in the video was… just okay? The funeral scene was one of the better ones because of the above moment I mentioned, so that saved it, but I wish she’d given a little more than just like…touches to her boobs, you know? But to be fair, that was in keeping with the song’s theme.
Overall it’s a job well done for her. I was bummed she couldn’t join him at GMA but baby rapper JK came out of hiding and did a few of her lines, which was fun. He did quite intentionally change out the pronoun from “him” to “her” which brings me to…
Does this song mean he’s announcing he’s straight?!
I feel like I’m going to get a lot of anons about this… or maybe not since their wild predictions of pornographic make out scenes didn’t happen, after all… but I feel like there will be a lot of people calling this his definitive “coming out” as a pussy-loving straight dude. And to that I say…
Maybe? Here are my thoughts on this in no particular order:
We always say to listen to the guys. I didn’t disregard it when he and Jimin chose not to change the pronouns in their cover of “We Don’t Talk Anymore” and I won’t disregard the fact that he did change them in his performance here. For whatever reason, he wanted this song and this performance to be about a woman.
This might be an unpopular opinion, but him making this single about a woman doesn’t necessarily mean he did it out of an obligatory need to appear straight in order to appease his oppressive government. Maybe he just wanted to make it about a woman. And just in case you forgot…
Liking, being interested in, and/or being sexually attracted to women doesn’t automatically make a man heterosexual. Jimin has been giving off flirty vibes to men AND women his entire career, and he still melts over Jung Kook like a bomb pop on the Fourth of July. You can be a man and like women and also like men and those things can coexist and there’s a word for that. It’s called being bisexual. Hi 👋 there’s lots of us out here, even though we tend to get drowned out and ignored, especially if and when we pursue relationships with the opposite sex. Let’s not do that so much anymore, yeah?
I’ve brought it up before and I’ll continue to; he was in Charlie Puth’s video as a very obvious love interest. Now he has a woman in his video as a love interest. Neither one cancels out the other. Neither one is a definitive confirmation of his sexuality.
Also like… maybe it is that he’s just closeted and doesn’t feel ready to share his sexuality and so he’s going with heteronormativity because it’s easy and less questions will be asked. Idk. It’s not really my business to know.
Regardless, all the holding-hands-with-an-actress-in-a-music video moments in the world can’t cancel out this:
He supported Jimin in all these ways with all this undeniable lovey-dovey energy all this time. I don’t think his feelings for that man have changed one iota, whether it’s a really tight friendship (with… ahem, undertones of longing and desire) or a bona fide relationship. Either way, I think they’re enjoying it. And I hope they have fun exploring New York together.
Oh and I know he didn’t write it but… you gotta appreciate the continuity of “give me a good ride” and “it’s the way that you can ride” 🤭🤭🤭🤭
OKAY I think that’s all my thoughts for now. What are YOUR thoughts??? Please share them. Please share them respectfully, whether you comment or message or send an ask. I’m all ears 😁
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But for real I think we also need to talk about what a chaotic duo Julia and Hoyt would be
I mean Julia can (and will) rush into unknown territory armed only with her spunk (and a handgun) in the name of telling a good story. You're telling me that Hoyt Rawlins, a man who has posed as a stripper and stolen a ranger's truck to get in the good graces of a gun smuggler, would not be 1000% down with her vibes?
Allow me to regale you with a bullet point list of how these two become bffs and drive Cordell insane:
Obviously these two meet and get to know each other while trying to find Cordell in 3x15. Hoyt is his best friend and Julia has Contacts. They're unstoppable.
Julia finds out about Hoyt's unique set of Skills due to being a professional criminal and picks his brain over a few beers for an article she's writing. He'll remain anonymous, of course.
Hoyt finds out about some of the hijinks she's pulled in doing her job and (almost jokingly) offers to be a consultant next time she needs to break in somewhere for a lead. She takes him up on that.
Fast forward a few months and he's going with her on an assignment because "he can offer a unique perspective on this next story" but really it's just Julia's going somewhere very shady to do some research and Hoyt is going as backup because he knows some of the people she's looking into
After that one goes well, Julia offers him a permanent position as her personal assistant. "You're good in a tight spot and you're quick on your feet. That's good in this line of work."
Idk Hoyt likes how she looks at the world and she likes his Give 'em Hell attitude what can I say?
Cordell is just mildly concerned about all of this
"Aren't you glad your friend finally found a legal job?" "Well yeah but I'm not sure what you're doing is completely legal...." "Come on, C-dubs, we haven't been arrested yet!"
#walker#fridged characters weekend#hoyt rawlins#julia johnson#they would've been friends i just know it
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Cass i need to know more about Kayla and Nate. How did they meet? How did they become friends? Your story looks really cool 👀
HI THANK YOU FOR ASKING
so I'm gonna do a character study for Nate first just cause I have another ask in my inbox about Kayla I'll do a character study for her there(this will have the story of them meeting and stories about the two of them I promise)
so you know that post that's like yes I am smart yes I am stupid it's called being flexible? that post was made for Nate. they are the biggest idiot on earth but also the smartest person ever.
(before this gets confusing he goes by he/they)
they are really involved in the conservation of nature and how the people of the land are driving the creatures in the land out (similar to how our environment is slowly being destroyed).
this is how he got to the Summit, through their advocacy work. most of it was about nature but there are also other issues they often work with. he is often chaotic and playful but when it comes to things they care about, he is very serious and attentive.
when he first heard the fae were back, before they understood the situation, he was excited that they were back because the magic creatures in the land have always fascinated them. he had only ever read about the fae. most of the books in the land are very negative towards them, but still the fae intrigued him.
so guess what the dumbass does he goes into the land the fae have captured. without a plan. unsurprisingly, he is taken captive almost immediately.
this would all be a flashback about halfway through the story, and how more information about the fae is learned. we see the fae's world through Nate's eyes. (ask me separately about the lives of the fae, it would be a very long post if i put it in this one) we also learn that Nate is more than just the amusing jokester he is on the surface. they have ✨️emotional trauma✨️
in all seriousness, this takes a very large toll on Nate mentally, as his instincts were wrong, as they so rarely are. they also learn that not everything is as it looks on the outside and how dangerous the world truly is.
backing up a bit, Kayla's town has been forming a defense team to attempt to keep the fae at bay. she joins because her family lives in the town too, and she desperately wants to keep them safe. on this specific day, on her patrol, she notices that the fae have advanced into more of the land. she calls for backup and gets clearance to lead a team into the fae's land to reclaim it.(complete contrast from nate)
the team overwhelmed the small amount of fae in the area and took back the land. Nate had been captured a few days prior, and he had not been taken further into their land, so Kayla was able to save him and about three other people who had been with them.
she could see that they were in bad shape, and being in the fae's world had only made it worse. the fae did not treat their prisoners bad, but they were not treated well either.
Kayla brought Nate home to her family, at first because she needed him to feel good and trust him in order to get information about the fae out of them, but then kept letting them stay because she saw who he was and started thinking of them as a friend. his parents were not fantastic people and certainly not able to help them through this, so Kayla's parents stepped in to help. after a while, he began to warm up to them and sort of recover.
this is how Nate and Kayla became friends. Nate owes their life to Kayla, but he's repaid it over the years. they've both grown since then, and they work together so well at the Summit.
They're simultaneously the chaotic best friends, judging best friends, and the best friends that are constantly yelling at each other. they've worked together for so long that now they work almost seamlessly together. one will start a sentence and won't even have to finish it. they have one of my favorite dynamics and I love them.
bonus: picrew of Nate in their Summit attire
tagging @mentalbreakdownmachine bc I know you also had an ask about them and @fishfinz bc you had a tag asking about them
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Right, well I’m moving here, at least for a bit, time to yell into the void. Here’s a rant/info-dump about D&D and my apparent naming convention. TL;DR at the end if you just want the punny names without the backstory.
Friend of mine invited me to a dnd campaign, my first ever. I’ve seen/listened to some podcasts and shows, plus played BG3, so I get the gist of how the game works (but also knew to temper expectations, not expecting Matt Mercer performances while I can’t even do voices). While I’ve found I’m kinda bad at roleplay (can’t do voices as I just said, and I feel like my characters’ personalities just end up being me without much extra flavor) and therefore am bad at making joke characters, I’ve found my calling by giving every character a punny name.
So my first character was a dragonborn sorcerer. He was a silver/bronze, primarily silver with bronze accents. The silver is almost white, and he got the name Albion. Swap the o and n and you get the idea. (He never got a proper last name, I just never bothered to give him one. in universe he was a bastard child so ehhh maybe that somehow ties in? He’s prob not coming back to the party)
He got swapped out for my current character, an Aarakocra artificer, because A: our warforged needed a healer (potions don’t work on him), and the party needed an off-healer before the cleric joined, B: the party was more chaotic than it made sense for “relatively chill merchant who’s greatest crime was smuggling and tax evasion” (our Dwarf fighter burned down the orphanage that had their son, who was taken from them due to mental instability after their spouse died, and killed a few dozen people including their son. Their reaction in the backstory is “oops”). ANYWAY BACK ON TOPIC: his whole deal is he’s an escaped slave, where he was originally sent into these places called the Burned Lands, sites of probably an ancient war with magical radiation. This is partially an excuse to just give the guy horns because they look cool as shit. Anyway his wings were… “removed” by his captors to prevent escape. At some point as a child, he got injured in an explosion, losing his arm and eye. However, being pretty resourceful by now (and lucky enough to find some Forerunner equipment, the people who probably did the war), replaced both. So now he’s got a robot arm, arcana eyepatch, and at some point he fashioned a glider pack that might eventually upgrade to a jet pack (originally I basically just didn’t want a ranged character with flight because I know that can break some fights and didn’t want to make my dm focus on that, plus extra angst, but kept the wings in the form of a constant slow-fall). Now he’s basically (supposed to be, if I could roleplay better) a sorta Adeptus Mechanicus type, believing in the strength and certainty of steel.
His name is Errk Gearwing. His last name came to me a while after the first, and I’m canonizing that after escaping he found work and when needing a last name, the dwarf doing paperwork came up with it on the spot.
I have a backup character, another Dragonborn, this one a Paladin. I don’t have much backstory for him yet, haven’t even run him by my DM. Basically, he’s gonna be a H U G E dude, with a STR of *19* (I got some stupid good rolls), but a dex of 8. Think im gonna roll with he’s also got prosthetic arms, but while Errk is both surprisingly practiced in medicine and machinery, this guy’s arms are a lot less precise.
His name is Auris. Again, color theme: gold Dragonborn.
TL;DR: so far my DND characters are
1: a white Dragonborn named Albion (Albino rearranged),
2: a bird artificer that replaced his wings with sci-fi fantasy tech with the last name Gearwing,
3: a gold Dragonborn with the name Auris (Au, Aurum, Latin for gold).
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INTRODUCTIONS
You can call me M, and most of the writings here are about one of my LARP characters I've had over the years. (I'll intro them below) There are some things I'm going to have to tweak in a lot of these stories, to separate them slightly from the world they are based in, due to me not owning that world. I'm don't really consider myself much of a fanfic writer, because I don't tend to write stories with non-ocs, and mostly only My OCs and the characters they directly interact with. Hopefully you like what I write, and please feel free to send an ask or leave a comment on anything.
Character Introductions (kinda)
So, now that I’ve posted a bit about each of them, lets give some basic backstory my two main OCs that will be seen in these stories. Both of them were made first as LARP characters, and most/all of the other characters in these stories are either the characters created by my friends for the same LARP, NPCs created by the LARP staff for the story, or background characters I just kinda… made up for narrative convenience.
First we have my miscreant cat, Xane Darastrix. He is a black and silver/grey cat with blue eyes. He loves to dress in bright colors and as little of a shirt as he can get away with. (The cultural group in the LARP that he was from was based on stories and stereotypes about the Romani people, so bright colors, loudly enjoying life, that sort of thing.) (he's actually the picrew that’s the pfp for this blog) Xane himself is an incorrigible flirt, and pretty much omnisexual. With that though, he is surprisingly respectful, doing his best to curb the propositions towards characters that said they weren’t interested nor comfortable with him acting like that. He spent most of his tenure as my main LARP character basically illiterate. He could only read and write about as well as the average 6-7 year old in modern times, and was only really good with making sure anything he had to sign wasn’t getting him scammed. As a fighter, he was a skirmisher, running around the edges of the battlefield with twin daggers and only really putting himself into the middle of things when someone needed help.
The other main character in my stories is Trisara Page, also known as Tris. She is a purple humanoid dragon, with muzzle, wings, tail and all. She was raised in a library, and is (unintentionally) VERY Autistic coded. She is bad with social situations, and she learned much of her etiquette from about 90 year old books designed to teach young ladies how to properly behave. As such, her normal outfit includes a skirt and petticoats, and (given her wings, which are HUGE) since she can’t wear normal shirts, she used aprons that she added fabric to as halter-top style shirts. She is a mage, uses every type of magic available to her, and as a backup carries a massive glaive as a weapon. As she adventured, she ran into a small group of others who kind of… adopted her since she was hopeless out on her own, and almost walked into some very dangerous situations. She ended up dating two of them (who were married to each other as well but yeah SHE didn’t know that for a long ass while) and was very close with the other three. She started out VERY lawful good, which slowly was eroded to neutral/chaotic good behaviors.
I started out both my characters with little to no trauma. The closest thing was Tris never knew her actual parents, just the librarians who adopted her. And Xane was addicted to a drug called kinnip (think catnip, but it relaxed him). So yeah, any trauma that they come out with is from their current story, not backstory.
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You know, when Ladybug was giving Miraculous temporarily to people, no one made comments such as “She should consult Chat Noir beforehand”. Though we did got “Chat Noir should be giving Miraculous to people too!” while in canon, what CN did mind was to be left completely in the dark about what was going on, not the fact he couldn’t partake in the decisions nor the selection of potential candidates. Because the powers and the people LB selects are part of LB’s plan to defeat the Akumatized villains.
But when Ladybug decides to give the Fox Miraculous permanently to Alya so she can be Marinette’s backup ressource, there are people upset she didn’t meet with Chat Noir and discuss about that decision with him?
Like what changed?
I do agree we are heading toward an episode similar to Syren if Ladybug still keeps Chat Noir too much in the dark again that makes him feel useless or question his presence in the team. But that people get mad on Chat Noir stead for not being “consulted” on a decision that has always been up to LB? Especially that she is now the official Guardian and Chat Noir respects and follows her lead and convulated plans?
Even when, during Miraculer, when CN saw that Chloé was still lighting her Bee Signal and realized that LB didn’t yet take the time to tell Chloé the truth, Chat Noir just reminder LB to go talk to Chloé instead of offering to go in LB’s place. Why? Because it is LB’s role.
Even when, during Furious Fu, Chat Noir tells Ladybug he will accept to give back his Miraculous if only Ladybug decided so because she is the only Guardian in his eyes? Because he trusts her?
I mean, Chat Noir isn’t oblivious either. He notices things too. He has his own point of view and LB usually listens to him. And Chat is usually open to express himself unless he has been hurt. That’s when he shuts down. But otherwise? He supports LB however he can contribute.
All that to say that at the end of Optigami, when CN asked LB how she knew there was a sentimonster hidden inside the Miraculous, LB answered him:
“Thanks to my Lucky Charm, Kitty. It always shows me the right way, but this time, I was shortly led astray”.
And you see his reaction.
He gets serious. He doesn’t say anything yet, but mentally seems to take notes.
That day, Chat Noir wasn’t able to be much by her side or so he thinks, but that doesn’t mean he cannot be the support LB needs. If Chat Noir sees Ladybug be led astray again during one of their missions, Chat Noir will remind her and raise a flag.
Because he has the knowledge and power to do so. He has the objectivity precisely because he isn’t personally involved. Because he knows they need a focused Ladybug to succeed. Whereas all the temporary Holders are “sidekicks” who follow LB’s lead and authority. Including Alya. Heck she has tried to take some initiative and regretted it because it almost lead the Bad Guys to know Ladybug’s secret identity. So chances are very high Rena will just stick to LB’s plans because she doesn’t want to put her best friend in danger again. Whereas Chat Noir is more at ease to propose things and work with and around LB’s plan so she can succeed.
Anyway, even if Chat Noir knew about the whole Ladybug and Rena Rouge ordeal at this point, even if Ladybug did ask him what he thinks about it, I wonder if really Chat Noir’s opinion would have mattered in the balance. I assume it would have ended like how LB didn’t understood what her Lucky Charm was trying to warn her about until the very last minute.
It was fitting Ladybug was fused into Lady Bee for this episode. Because the Bee Miraculous is used by someone who can defy authority. And that was what Lady Bee was doing. Defying the omniscient guidance of her Lucky Charm. It is only when Ladybug was back as herself that she questions why her Lucky Charm didn’t have any use to defeat the supervillain this time around.
Anyway, is Marinette making the wrong decision by permanently giving Alya the Fox Miraculous? I think Trixx did point out the issue.
“See? I am right, even if I am not”.
Marinette knows who to trust, however like any human, her biases, her emotions and traumas can cloud her decisions. We want to believe every character and person will react logically to a situation they are personally living. Spoilers alert, unless they are a machine or from a race that has no emotion, they won’t. And Marinette is mentally recovering from a severe breakdown. And who ended up being her life raft during that difficult period? Alya.
Marinette does have a point. She needs someone who can be her backup when she is unable to transform. She cannot always count on the Kwamis since their respective power comes with a chaotic aftermath. She can be in a position where she thinks it isn’t safe to transform.
She has Chat Noir who can stall the villain and buy time but it is only if he manages to be there on time too. And after witnessing the Chat Blanc timeline, Ladybug is avoiding as much as she can to trigger it back. Adrien discovering her secret identity was one piece, but there was another piece concerning Chat Noir and her and that is was she is afraid of and that concerned their secret identity that was later found out and used by Hawk Moth to akumatize Chat Noir.
And then, there is Alya to whom Marinette revealed herself when she was at her lowest and who have been nothing but helpful ever since. Alya is now so much involved with Marinette either as a superhero or a civilian. And Marinette relies on Alya. And now, it looks Marinette is starting to depend on her maybe too much that it will affect Alya in a way she is unprepared for. I’ll keep an eye on Alya’s relationship with Nino. It sure did shake her to find out she had been fooled by SM and that she didn’t realized the being in front of her wasn’t the real Nino.
Alya is a good and trustworthy ally. She does learn from her mistake and works to do better, but I agree Marinette didn’t seem to have made the most enlightened decision there and Chat Noir’s opinion would probably have changed nothing.
By wanting to be relieved and have someone to back her up, I think Marinette is not clearly seeing the burden she is imposing on Alya.
Btw, I am personally presuming that even if Alya could transform at any given opportunity now, it doesn’t mean Rena Rouge will be present all the time on the team during patrols or Akuma attacks. Rena Rouge would still be on-call when the power or Illusion is needed. Like how she had access to the Miracle Box, but still waited for Marinette’s instructions.
Still, i wonder how much time it will take for Chat Noir to point out LB is maybe relying too much on Rena Rouge and putting her in danger more than necessary.
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NCT Dream Reaction: You getting your wisdom teeth removed
Mark:
underestimates you majorly
thinks to himself that he got this, i mean he can handle the dreamies, and there is no way you could be more chaotic than them right?
but
he kind of forgets that he actually has absolutely no control over the dreamies
and has a horrible realisation when you prove to be MUCH more chaotic than them
getting you into the car was one of the hardest things mark swears he has ever had to do
literally, johnny had driven him and it took johnny literally lifted you up and placing you in the back seat
mark then watched as you began to slap his arms and ask him how he knew superman
as confused and worried for you he is, he can’t help laughing slightly
cause you just look so cute with your big cheeks and wide eyes while you mutter about your boyfriend being friends with superman
mark literally just wants to get you back to yours but has no idea how you’re going to act when you get there
wishes you would fall asleep but you don’t
and when you get back you spend the time asking mark to bring superman back and almost crying when mark said no
but he refuses to leave you to someone else for a second because you’re his baby and he’s going to look after you no matter how difficult you are
Renjun:
he was with you for a few hours and in those hours renjun aged about 50 years
in about five minutes he’s already done
you pinch his cheeks as soon as he arrives and just stare at him
you then proceed to gently cup his face and whisper
“so precious”
and renjun turns to the nurse like “bitch wtf have you done to my y/n?”
and then he realises you’re essentially high as a kite right now and have no idea what you’re doing
asks the nurse what to do and sets his goal as getting you rested
it took renjun over three hours to get you in the car, back home and into bed
something that normally takes 20 minutes max
but you had to stop because the music wasn’t right and you couldn’t be in a moving car with the wrong music
and because your face was puffed up and you couldn’t remember why and you thought you were dying
you weren’t but renjun was beginning to think he was
and a lot of other reason that renjun has blocked out of his memory
just stares at you at the end of the day while you’re sleeping whispering
“how are you this cute but that annoying? you’re lucky i love you”
but he knows, no matter how annoying you are, you’re always going to be his favourite
Jeno:
basically finds himself trying to stop you from doing EVERYTHING you want to
mainly because everything you want to do will get you hurt
and then has to deal with you crying every time he says no to you climbing the eiffel tower
“WHY NOT THOUGH???”
“because we’re in korea... and that’s in france...”
ends up with you in tears on him complaining about how the eiffel tower must be lonely because you can’t go and visit it
and he finds himself promising to take you one day
he has never felt as strong of a feeling of relief as he did when you finally started to become tired
this boy has patience for days and he used ALL of it with you
like you move closer to him and just plop down on his shoulder
first he’s worried you’ve passed out or something
but when he realises you’re sleeping jeno swears he could have cried in that moment he was so happy
but as he watches you sleep he can’t help but place a soft kiss on your forehead
stares at you with MASSIVE heart eyes and just admits that he’s whipped as hell
but he’s also exhausted as hell and falls asleep on the sofa immediately after you
Hyuck:
initially he vibed with this
found it the funniest thing on the planet like
entertained all your screaming by screaming back and probably encouraged you to do every stupid idea that came to your mind plus he definitely recorded a lot of it
“i’m gonna sit on the roof of the car on the way home...”
“ok baby you do that”
but when he watches you actually attempting to climb onto the roof he panics and pulls you back down
“but you said i could sit there...” *you giving him the puppy dog eyes”
and he is NOT PREPARED for you to start crying
runs up to you immediately and wipes them away while asking you if you’ll get in the car
relieved af when you say yes
and then freaks out again when you start crying halfway back because there’s a spot on the window that looks different to yesterday
and starts to realise why doyoung was laughing at his when he mentioned this was happening
he literally bangs his head on the wheel out of frustration
“well i’ve learnt today that i am NOT cut out to be a parent”
and yet he will still look after you for as long as you need him to
Jaemin:
ok *cracks knuckles*
the motherly instincts kick in
he thinks he’s got this in the bag
just give you cuddles and reassurance and all should be fine
he learns pretty quickly that that is NOT the case
and adapts cause he’s superhuman when it comes to looking after you
does literally everything you ask
you want some fruit
nana’s got it
you want a hug
nana’s got it
you get the picture
the only thing that really throws jaemin is when you cry for no reason
like how is he supposed to comfort you when you think the planet pluto is lonely because it was shunned and cast out for being too small
tries to reassure you but when you ask how he knows jaemin almost just gives up and says he doesn’t
but he uses all his self control and stays calm, gently stroking your head and saying it’s okay
almost can’t believe his luck when he feels you begin to fall asleep
refuses to move you in case you wake up, so instead just keeps giving you kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear
Chenle:
is not prepared at all
goes to pick you up from your appointment and bring you back to his so he can look after you
yet was not expecting you to literally scream at him when he walked in the door
“CHENLE!!! LOOK NURSE IT’S MY BOYFRIEND! ISN’T HE PRETTY?”
ok yes that makes him smile but he’s also incredibly embarrassed
tries to get you out of there as soon as possible
practically drags you towards the car and puts you in
gets worried when you’re staring back at the dentist’s office because he’s starting to panic that he’s forgotten something
but you’re silent so he keeps going
then suddenly
“CHENLE!!!!” *you scream* *chenle almost crashes the car*
“what are you okay?!?!”
“I LEFT IT BEHIND!!! MY TOOTH I LEFT IT BEHIND!!”
he tries telling you that you were meant to but you keep crying
“i’ll buy you a new one!” at this point chenle would buy you anything to make you stop talking
looks over and sees you staring at him happily and his heart melts
nah he knows he would buy you anything cause he’s whipped for you
Jisung:
yeah he calls for help
he thought he would be fine like he could handle whatever it was
but when he watched you pick a banana and then burst into tears because it wasn’t the one you wanted
he knew he would need backup
so he calls jaemin and renjun over
but they’re busy at work so he’s alone
he kind of just gently takes the bananas out of your hand and tries to pick he “right” one for you
and then finds himself with you snuggling up to him murmuring about how he knows you too well and he always gets it right
then you grab the banana and begin to dance around happily and he doesn’t know if he should put music on and join you or stop you
he just has no idea what the best way of handling this is
so he just goes with his instinct and makes it up as he goes along
his main priority is making sure you don’t hurt yourself
so he puts anything he thinks could be dangerous on the highest shelf
and just watches you constantly
is basically very tense and in a constant state of panic the whole time
but by the next day
he promises to NEVER take your normal calmer self for granted again
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8 JUICY DETAILS WE'VE LEARNED (SO FAR) FROM THE "GOSSIP GIRL" PODCAST "XOXO WITH JESSICA SZOHR"!
1. Ed Westick Almost Didn’t Play Chuck Bass
We can’t imagine "Gossip Girl" without Ed Westick; Chuck Bass simply would not be Chuck Bass without Ed! I mean, come on, can you imagine anyone else in that role? Well, neither could showrunner Josh Schwartz, who told Szohr that they were not sure if the British Ed was going to get a visa to work in the United States. The network was trying to make Josh pick a backup actor in case the visa did not come in, but Schwartz refused and kept putting it off because Ed was the only one he could see as Chuck. Luckily, Ed’s visa got approved the day before filming started. The story of how he got his visa is super chaotic, but don’t worry, we won’t spoil it so you can hear for yourself!
2. Taylor Momsen Was the First Actor Cast
Who knew Little J was the first to be cast out of all the characters?! "Gossip Girls" casting director David Rapaport shared with Szohr that Taylor Momsen, who played Jenny Humphrey, was the first they cast for the show.
3. The Network Didn’t Think Blake Lively Would Fit for Serena
David Rapaport went in depth with Szohr about the casting process and how, at first, the network thought Blake Lively was too "West Coast" to play an East Sider. However, Rapaport always saw Lively as the perfect Serena, which she was! And eventually the network did too!
4. Prior to "GG", Sebastian Stan and Chace Crawford Were Friends
Who knew that these two were besties before their time on "Gossip Girl"?! Chace Crawford, who played Nate Archibald, opened up to Szohr about his friendship with Sebastian Stan, who played Carter Baizen, from working together previously. Chace even went up to Josh Schwartz on set letting him know his buddy was coming out to audition.
5. Jessica Szohr Got The Role Because of a Pool Party
Jessica Szohr got the role of Vanessa thanks to a pool party she attended with Adam Brody. As we know, Adam Brody played the iconic Seth Cohen on "The OC", which was also created by "GG" showrunners Josh and Stephanie. Josh threw a pool party and Stephanie was there, when Adam dropped in with Jessica, and the two of them instantly knew she was Vanessa. What Jessica didn’t know is that she was basically auditioning for them the whole party. But can you imagine if she didn’t go to that party? Who would have played Vanessa?!
6. Chace and Ed Were Roommates
We have touched on this before, but it will just never get old! Chace and Ed were roommates for a few years at the beginning of the show. Chace recalls a funny story of going apartment hunting in New York with his mom, realizing how expensive everything was, then calling Ed up and asking if he wanted to live together. A roommate match made in heaven!
7. Nina Dobrev Auditioned to Play Young Lily Van Der Woodsen
What some might not know is that there was supposed to be a "Gossip Girl" spinoff focusing on a young Lily Van Der Woodsen and her sister Carol’s adventures in L.A. Season 2 Episode 24 “Valley Girls��� served as an unofficial pilot episode where Brittany Snow played young Lily. But David Rapaport recalls being blown away by Nina Dobrev’s audition for the part. The only problem was, Dobrev didn’t look anything like Kelly Rutherford, who played Lily Van Der Woodsen. Soon after that, though, Dobrev scored the role of Elena Gilbert on "The Vampire Diaries", so no harm no foul.
8. To Audition, Kelly Rutherford Needed an Assistant to Hold Her Baby
Talk about a working mom! Kelly Rutherford showed up to her audition for "Gossip Girl" with her baby, and while she was in the room, an assistant for the show had to hold her baby. We bet that was a nice break for the assistant, though -- who doesn’t love to hold babies? Another thing you might not have known is, she was pregnant for part of Season 1 and gave birth in between Season 1 and 2. She told Szohr that being a mom in real like and coming on set and playing a mom was very special for her.
These are just a few of the behind-the-scenes secrets shared on Szohr’s podcast. To hear they rest, you will have to listen for yourself! "XOXO with Jessica Szohr" is now available on iHeartRadio, Apple Podcasts, and Spotify.
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Sassy Girl
Pairing: L!Joker x Fem!Reader
Summary: J finally took you to a meeting with his men. After seeing you agitated, he decides to confront you about it once you leave.
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Sir kink, spanking, dom/sub, vaginal sex, nipple play, degradation, rough kissing, slightly exhibitionism, dirty talk, breath play (nothing too serious), sassy reader, swearing
Word Count: 3,3k
A/N: soo me and @harlequinjoke were role-playing about L!Joker and Harley Quinn, and I really liked the idea, so I decided to write something about it <3 It's my first time writing about J (internally shaking). I got inspired by the incredible, unique and talented @jokerslilhyena, so I hope I get more comfortable with time writing him, because I REALLY love that chaotic bastard 💜💚
Gif Credits: @antonija89
You and J had an uncommon relationship: you weren't considered his girlfriend and vice-versa, however you were together. It was a totally different experience dating someone so chaotic as him, someone so dangerous and unpredictable. In the beggining, you actually were scared that he would hurt you, however he has proved the opposite: whenever you argued, he would break the first thing he found, scream or even leave for a long time... but he never would lay a hand on you and would always come back, eventually. However, he never apologized, not directly. He was extremely aggressive and reckless towards others, but with you... he wasn’t any of that. Of course he was very proud, would still throw tantrums here and there and sometimes he seemed indifferent, especially when the subject was about affection. Nevertheless, he loves you in a way that, even if it’s strange and unreal to others, he still shows you that he cares for you, that he doesn’t want to make you feel bad and he does anything to protect you from the rude and injustice world you live in. For you, it’s his "special" way to love and honestly, you are fine with it, since he always comes back to you and keeps you alive and safe.
Sometimes you wondered how did you get where you were, having a "relationship" with the one and only prince of crime, the one that everyone fears with all their being. But you, you were unordinary and different from others... and that's what caught his attention. You knew you wouldn't be judge by him, wether it was physically or mentally.
You always had a thing for villains, J being the most dangerous and strategically intelligent of them all: you saw J as someone who doesn't care about other's opinions, someone courageous enough to prove and make the world wrong, someone who isn't afraid to express himself and be the way he was meant to be... the way life made him. You deeply admire all those features about him: his confidence, his intelligence, his insight...
Today was an unexpected day: you wanted to see how J worked, how he organized and "planned" his ideas, how the "bad guy" life was. J, of course, didn't let you go... at first. He said that it didn't make sense for you to join him and he didn't want to get distracted by you, but you knew that was not the whole truth. J didn't want to show his only weakness to others, especially to dangerous people. As intelligent and practical he could be, he was just one man, so he avoided dealing with even more problems, mainly because you were the one who would be in danger. Nevertheless, you insisted, telling him that he didn't need to present you as someone he was having a case with, just a girl who wants to be apart of his "plan".
J knew you would bother him about that until he accept it, so today he finally gave you the answer you were dying for to hear.
"Oh... really? You won't argue with me about this anymore?" you were surprised for him letting you go.
"What do ya want me to do, huh? You were pressuring me all the time about it, so this is the only way to ah... end this." he was obviously annoyed, but he wanted to do that favor to you too. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought, and it would be one time only, so it was not a big deal.
"Thanks, J! I knew you wouldn't be such a daddy, it means a lot to me!" he smirked before you hugged him by the neck, something he was not expecting. He just tapped your back with his gloved hand in response, a gesture meaning you were welcome.
"Come on bunny, I can't be late. The boss have always to show up before his ah... employees." he joked, earning a laugh from you. You quickly put some comfortable shorts and a top that slightly showed your cleavage.
"I'm ready, time to go!" you said excitedly. J noticed that your outfit wasn't the most appropriate, but he didn't have time to tell you to change into something that wouldn't show too much skin. He thinks that you should cover the first piece of your neck's skin, to the tip of your toe. J was a possessive man to that extent... and you were a teasing to that extent too.
When you entered J's stolen car, you noticed how the back seats were spacious... immediately your dirty thoughts signaled their arrival, which made you unconsciously bit your lip slowly. Your clown didn't miss it, being as observant as he was, and instantly thought this wasn't a good idea... at all.
"Ya better stop doing that with your ah... lip, doll. Ya better behave or I will make ya be sorry later." he said in a serious tone. The sexual tension between you two was always evident, something that both of you loved and needed: J could have his way with you, respecting your limits obviously, and you would just enjoy the sex as much as he did, since no other man could dominate and have his way with you the way he did... you were his little masochist, his strong woman that simultaneously was so easy to break. He was obcessed with you: you were his drug, his only weakness, his vicious, his significant other... you just completed him, even though he never told you that, he definitely proved it to you everyday.
You usually have an answer for everything he says, but now you remained quite to not make things worse for both of you. You had to keep that fire inside your core hidden from his men or there would be consequences... after all, he is a man of his word.
You finally arrived to the place where the meeting would occur: it was an abandoned building as expected; around it, was nothing more than grit and some old and rotten cars; the sky was almost black, the stars and moon being the only ones lightning the establishment; there were two men located at the front door of the same big building, and surely there were others in the rear entrance. You couldn’t deny you were feeling nervous. As much as sometimes you wished, you couldn't be completely fearless like J.
"Don't worry doll, ya don't need to be afraid. If something goes wrong, we ah... always have a backup." he confidently said, showing you the inside of his coat covered in bombs and grenades. You laughed once again.
"Sure you do, J. You wouldn't be you if you didn't have it." you said while winking at him. He smirked before getting out of the car.
You knew from now on, until the meeting is over, he would act differently: he couldn't have the reputation of being a murderous clown with a soft spot for his little bunny. No one would take him seriously once that was revealed, and you understood it perfectly.
Once you arrived at the front door, where the two men were, they looked strangely at you and then at J.
"Will ya stay there looking at me like the ah... dick heads you are, or ya will let me pass already, huh?" J was expecting this reaction from them, yet his acknowledge didn't prevent him from being annoyed: he wasn't in the mood to give explanations to anyone, mainly to his temporarily needed men. The two men looked at each other, before nodding towards their boss and letting you both pass the tall, rigid door.
The moment you entered the room, you saw all of his men in their seats, already prepared for their meeting with their boss... and his company.
"Who's that?" a man asked boldly.
"She's our ah... tonight's special guest. She will help us with our mission by dealing with the ah... cops." he lied, successfully convencing them. He knew they wouldn't be suspicious about it, since that was his task. You sitted right next to him, noticing the side glances from some men.
While time passed and J talked about his "plan", you deeply admired how attractive he looked: he was so confident, fearless, so right about what he was saying and doing... it made you think how is it possible for a single man to be so strategic and dominant with others... and when J was with you, it was impossible not getting completely horny, feeling hot as hell and being completely at his mercy, gladly. He obviously noticed your long glances in his direction and felt how your legs would rub shamelessly against each other under the table, where only he could catch your signals, since you were almost glued to each other.
"Any questions about what I just said?" he asked after explaining everything that should be done. His men just nodded in return. "Good. Tomorrow morning, 9:30 am. I will be ah... extremely upset if any of you arrive late. And trust me, gentlemen, you wouldn't like to see me mad." he then got up, grabbing your arm and pulling you in front of him while you were walking, which surprised you. Once you approached the car, he opened the back door and pushed you roughly into the back seat, making you lay down with him above you after removing his long purple coat covered in grenades into the passenger seat.
"Now, now... would ya explain me what you were ah... doing back there, huh? Ya seemed very... restless during the reunion, don't ya think... bunny?" he whispered one of your favorite nicknames given by him into your ear, being so close that you could see every little and precise detail on his face: you could feel his hot breath against your skin and see his pupils dilating more and more by every passed second. J decided to confront you about it, wanting you to admit everything you did back there right in front of his face... and you would be the best liar if you said he didn't give you chills all over your body, especially making your core dripping from excitement and eagerness.
"I-I wasn't doing anything, I was just listening to y-"
"Ata-tada, ya don't wanna go that way, doll. You ah... know very well that I don't like when people lie on my face, especially you... not-one-bit." he madly said, pressing firmly the last words with his skilled tongue. Oh, how you loved seeing your psychotic clown having his way with you...
"What do you want me to say J, huh?? That yes, I was feeling horny like a goddamm whore just from seeing you leading those assholes, that I couldn't stop looking and admiring you?? That I couldn't even countain myself from touching myself like a fucking needy virgin?!" you couldn't take it anymore, so you spelled it out so he could make a move as soon as possible... because you knew very well: if you aren't honest with him and don't tell him what you desire, he will tease until you cry and beg desperately for him to touch you... and when that happens, J won't do anything until you admit it. That's how provocative and bastardous he was... but you loved it. J seemed pleased with your answer, since he grabbed you hardly by your hair and pushed you for a clumsily and rough kiss. You wanted to test his limits a little further, so when you felt his tongue against your lower lip, you didn't give him the permission to explore your mouth like he wished. By this, he bit your lower lip hard enough to draw some blood, showing how you couldn't be in control. If you even tried, you would suffer the consequences. You groaned while you tasted your own blood, seeing his face lighten once he saw and tasted the blood himself. His eyes were totally dark now, just like his soul and heart: you knew how much he loved pain and blood, something that was fully attached to his being.
"Ya really know how to make me crazy, Y/n. And ya know as well that has ah... price to pay, dontcha?" you simply nodded, wanting to feel the little pleasure he was giving to you. Suddenly you felt your neck being forcely grabbed by a gloved hand. "I want a strict answer." he said with a deep and low tone, making goosebumps all over your skin.
"Y-yes..." you moaned quietly.
"I couldn't hear ya. Yes what?" he asked even more serious now, pressing harder into your neck, but not enough to cut your air completely. The car door was still open, so if you spoke or moaned too loud, his men would hear you.
"Y-yes Sir!!" you shamelessly spoke loudly. J didn't closed the door for some reason, so why would you care?
"Hmm that's what I like to hear, my good little obedient girl..." he then rubbed his hips hardly into yours, moving his lips towards your neck while sucking and biting until it was red and purple. "You look amazing with those painted on ya, doll. The purple ah... suits you perfectly." he praised you, slowly moving to your already harden nipples. J grabbed your top and ripped it off, but you couldn't care less about it. Luckily, it wasn't your favorite. You didn't own a bra, grabbing his attention immediately. "Hmm someone hasn't been behaving like they should. Ya know what happens to ah... naughty and miss-behaving girls, dontcha doll? Huh?" he dangerously spoke, while pinching your nipples hard enough to give you immense pleasure and the right amount of pain.
"N-no sir, I don't..." you eagerly answered, afraid and excited at the same time about what it would happen next. He smirked at you, his yellow teeth now red from your blood, a view that would give nightmares to anyone, but it only made you wetter. J slowly approached you, whispering dangerously into your hear.
"They get punished." the only thing you knew was being brutally turned over, making your ass being exposed after he ripped your shorts as well.
"No, p-please sir!! I promise I will be a good girl..." you cried, which didn't affect him at all.
"Too late for apologies now, sweet cheeks." suddenly you felt a hard spank into your right ass cheek. "Count until five to me, doll. If ya don't, I will start over... you already know the rules." you knew you had to endure your punishment or it would be much worse. Obviously he was doing this because he knew you liked it as much as he did: if not, you would never be in the position you were right now. You didn't have a choice but to count every spank he gave you, involuntary missing on the fourth, which meant he would have to do everything over again.
"Five!!" you screamed, your ass now painted in red and some shades of purple. You felt the burning sensation so intensely, you could swear your butt was actually on fire. Yet you wouldn't complain, since you loved the feeling of burnt skin after his spankings. "P-please sir, just fuck me, I'm begging you!! I-I will do anything to please you, anything!!" you cried harder, both of you knowing those tears were nothing but a reaction of the pleasure you were feeling and wanted to feel. J thought for a moment if he should make you beg for him a little more, or have mercy. After all, he was just eager was you were, yet he loves to play with you first more than anything.
He suddenly pressed his cock against your dripping entrance, without give you time to adjust to him. It wasn't too much hard to take him, since you were so wet, he could slide inside you extremely easily. But that didn't prevent you from feeling the pain right after, when he grabbed your hips harder than ever and fucked you faster than the light itself. His nails were breaking your skin with each deep thrust he did, more blood flooding down your thighs. J thought in taking his knife to cut you, but he preferred to do it when the two of you were in your house by yourselves, where he had the whole time he needed to really play with you.
"F-fuck!! Please J, don't stop!!" he loved how easily it was to make you cum. You once told him in your first times it would take time for you to cum, because you were shy and insecure at the beginning. But ohh, how that changed... for better, surely. And you know he was the responsible for making you feel comfortable about it: J is the only man who gives you pure pleasure, without making you feel ashamed. After all, he is not a monster like everyone, incluinding batman, thinks. He's just... a man ahead of the curve.
He grabbed your hair forcely with his left gloved hand, while his right one came directly to rub your clit hard.
"Cum for me, you fucking slut. Show me how such a needy whore you are, let me feel ya squeeze my cock hard while I fuck ya until you can't fucking walk tomorrow." he groaned into your hear, his tone much lower than before. That was enough to make you cum right there, even if he wouldn't touch you at all.
"Ohh f-fuck, I'm gonna cum J!!" you moaned loudly before cumming hard on his thick, merciless cock. You felt his dick twisting inside you, while his pace became sloppy, faster and harder, a sign that he was about to cum.
"I'm going to fill that fucking tight pussy and you will keep my cum inside of ya, do ya hear me?!" he loudly demanded, wanting to hear your response before he cums.
"Y-yes sir!! I-I will keep every last drop of you inside me, please just cum inside me, please... I'm begging you!" and that was it. J came deeply inside you while groaning like a wild animal.
The two of you laid there to get some air, him being on top of you, supporting some of his height with his elbows to not crush you. You gently massaged his back in a comforting way, your code to let him know you enjoyed your moment and were okay, that he didn't hurt you badly.
"Wow, that was... amazing. I should come to your meetings more often." he laughed at this, finally looking into your eyes.
"Ya really aren't innocent as ya seem to be doll, and I really like to see that ah... sassy side of yours. We should discuss that after our... second round when we get back home, huh? I mean, if ya can be able to speak after that." you playfully punched him on his arm while laughing, already feeling excited again.
"We will see about that, then. Let's just get home now, can't wait for that promised second round." you winked at him, earning a big smirk from clown.
"I'm sure they know now that ya aren't just some ah... chick apart of the mission."
"Well, at least they know now that they don't have a chance with me, even if they tried." after hearing that, he kissed you passionately in his own way, grabbing your ass in the process, before moving to the front seat so he could drive home to where both of you will continue your so promised round two.
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ladies and gentlemen this is ask dump no. 5
aw scrap here we go again!
answered asks include body modification as the opposite of empurata, Mutacons making bandages out of kibble, kibble used as furniture, numbers of Sweeps, a DILF alligator, RID15 Tidal Wave, a BIG infodump on dealing with the circus that is Iacon’s media, Cybertronian muppets, a WIP of Elita Infin1te (or rather her sword), and the many secret sufferings of Alpha Trion.
yea, sorta! body modification in SNAP is more limited than in canon. you can’t simply switch out your body like the total frame reformats of IDW or TFP, and losing a limb can be permanent if not healed in time. for the most part, the frame you have is the frame you’re stuck with, and those frames fall within specific parameters.
HOWEVER-
some modification and upgrades do exist! the most prominent here would be a prosthetic helm like Lugnut. if the processor is left intact and attached after a helm injury, a new helm can be sculpted, with extra optics to make up for the lower quality of artificial optics, and as visibly different as possible to differentiate from empurata. other replacements and prosthetics are common after debilitating injury where the original body part cannot be saved. whether or not the prosthetic is as good as the original depends on the individual and the specific injury. there are also functional medical upgrades, like thicker armor attachments, alt mode additions, etc. almost every upgrade is for the express purpose of improving one’s frame for their function, and there’s definitely a limit to them. you can’t give yourself new limbs if you only had four to begin with. a grounder cannot become a flier. the spark can only power so much mass in the frame, and some people have adverse reactions that mean the upgrades don’t take and must be removed.
this sort of relates to the next point here-
yes, with some caveats.
Cybertronians are a segmentary species, so they can detach some body parts for a bit without negative consequences, as long as that body part is reattached for revitalization and repair. many folks can do this without any medical assistance for the less integral kibble. for instance, Kup uses his tow arm as a walking stick, but he has to reattach it whenever he wants to go into alt mode, and if he doesn’t transform he still needs to reattach it for a couple hours every day at minimum. so if a Mutacon were to create a makeshift splint out of kibble and detach it, it would likely be fine, as long as they got that kibble back. otherwise, they’ve lost a whole chunk of their body that they can’t just regenerate.
for shifting armor to cover a wound without detaching it, that depends on the nature of the wound. if it’s ragged, large, or in areas with a lot of joints or movement, it might be difficult to shuffle around plating to cover it. a more superficial injury in a less delicate area would be easier
sort of! it’ll depend on the individual’s kibble, of course! double checking SNAP Bulkhead, i don’t think he could, because his kibble isn’t large enough. but Scylla could probably use her alt mode arms as a chair, Wreck-Gar has a built in backpack and belly bag, and of course the Necrobot uses his wingcloak as hands. different kibble with different bonus uses
the ideal number of Sweeps is seven, since less than that means they don’t have enough collective processing power to function optimally. more than seven, however, puts a strain on that collective processing power to smoothly operate so many at once. so there’s usually packs of as close to seven as they can get.
as to how many can just exist at the same time, it’s limited only by how many Scourge is willing to forge. he first invents them in s1e06 A Use for Army-building! An Upgrade to Sweeps. by the next episode they figure out that having dozens of them running around is... well it’s about as chaotic as having dozens of flying puppies with hands and weapons would be. in large numbers they’re very difficult to control. good thing Galvatron is excellent at commanding his new army!
(the post this is referring to) @oldboyjensenhinglemeier thanks Dilf Waitress, i can always rely on you
(the post this is referring to) i think that’s fantastic, i’d love to see a Cybertronian whale. imagine the size of the holding cell you’d have to have for him!
oooohohoho what a sticky subject. here’s a quick rundown on faction ideology to give you some context for how they operate and thus deal with the media. the heroes aren’t referred to as heroes, but rather as vigilantes at best and violent gangs in a turf war at worst. Froid has remotely diagnosed them with pathological dissent. at the same time, some folks have jumped on the market to make hero merch, and it becomes a very lucrative business for some. public opinion is constantly torn between fear and anger at how they do whatever they’d like and gratitude and admiration for how they throw themselves in harms way to prevent disaster and save people. it’s really a giant mess all the time that changes by the day.
there is of course the whole snafu surrounding the media’s portrayal of the Elite Guard as a backup team for the Autobots, and Elita 1 as Optimus’ sidekick. and Elita 1 is Not Happy about that. Elita 2 is startlingly good at winding the reporters around her little finger and always seems to know just what to say, whereas Elita 3 just grumbles at the cameras, even sometimes demanding they respect boundaries or be locked in the nearest building with the use of her powers. Elita 4 barely notices them unless she’s in the mood to prank someone, and Elita 5 just avoids them, as they tend to dramatize her size and thus her danger. given their excellent teamwork and how they’re (mostly) in favor of reform instead of anarchy, the Elite Guard would actually have a good shot at getting along with the news, except they bow to precisely no one, including the people wanting to interview them, so instead they come across as a standoffish and self-serving clique with dangerous habits
the Decepticons are in the bad-boy limelight and they love it. well, at least Galvatron, Hellscream, and Thunderblast do. Galvatron takes advantage of every opportunity to pontificate on the evils of society and the right to rise up for freedom. broadcasters have learned to cut the cameras as soon as he starts speaking so his ideas don’t get the chance to spread too far. Hellscream cares less about principles and more about scaring the living daylights out of every reporter he sees, often leaving them with cracked equipment and ringing audials from the sheer destructive power of his voice. Thunderblast just wants to preen in all the attention and boy does she get it. Cyclonus actively avoids most gawkers, Scourge talks too long and complicated to make good news, Drift either ignores them or sends them away with some lofty spiritual advice, and Triptych is dangerously unpredictable so most reporters have learned to stay away from him.
the Predacons came into existence in a negative light, and they were grimly prepared for it. after all, Sixshot used to be a Decepticon, and their falling-out and defection caused quite a stir. when Abominus first appeared, the fearful reaction of the public to such an ‘abomination’ is actually how he chose his name in the first place. Airachnid loves tormenting reporters with nuclear-grade sarcasm and subtle threats, but if anyone makes her truly mad she’ll string them up in her web cabling and leave them hanging. she also flaunts that cabling by using her darts to knit nets, shawls, and other decorations, despite the fact that getting cabling tangled up in seams and joints can lead to something called entrapment protocols, mentioned in the seventh ask here. Enforcers use capture equipment designed to trigger entrapment protocols, so her mimicry of that as nothing more than a casual accessory is a big ‘frag you’.
Soundwave.... is a category of his own. he only comes into being in the fourth season, but the media soon learns to quake at the thought of encountering Soundwave, and his minicons are little better. there’s at least one instance where he Rosanna-rolls the entirety of Iacon.
the Autobots keep wavering between ‘the only true good ones of all these vigilantes’ and ‘the worst possible people in the world, hide the children, lock the doors’ in the eyes of the media. Optimus does his best to treat everyone fairly, and the Mistress usually has something encouraging to share. much like Galvatron but for completely opposite reasons, broadcasters have learned to cut cameras when Ultra Magnus starts talking, because his encyclopedic knowledge of law means he regularly lists every instance of malpractice, abuse, illegality, and disrespect that he sees in the average reporter, Enforcer, or politician, which is not the kind of upbraiding that would serve the propaganda machine. however, it does get him the attention of Tyrest, who leverages legality and public opinion to try and draw Ultra Magnus into an agreement during s3e03- A Councilmember’s Boon! An Upgrade to Legality. Rodimus is a chaos beast who has been known to snatch cameras for selfies. it’s kind of a tossup as to whether Cheetor will be going slow enough to show up in the footage or not.
now, i can’t talk about the media without mentioning the feral force of nature that is Rewind. the best of the best, he’s the only one willing to brave the battlefields for an up-close look, constantly endangering himself in order to get the freshest scoop. he might not always hold opinions in line with the mandated propaganda about these vigilantes, but the media lets him get away with it, since he’s the most successful at getting them more news. this has caused him to be targeted at least once, unfortunately.
love this question. love it. you know those lil remote controlled robot dogs, or things to that effect? i’m imagining that’s what Cybertronian muppets are like, since they can create robotics and animatronics with a lot more finesse and ease than we can. in fact, making fabric is probably harder for them than robotics, since they don’t have the same materials as we do to work with. but anyway, these muppets wouldn’t be limited by what a hand can do to puppet them around, being instead remote controlled from off stage, so i don’t know if they’d have that kind of visual gag. maybe instead there would be fourth-wall breaking where one muppet snatches the remote of another?
the painful thing about this answer is that i have a design i’m happy with EXCEPT FOR THE HELM i have sketched and resketched a dozen different ideas ugh. the body looks fine, all five of them combined in a way that makes sense to me, but i just CANNOT get the helm right i’m so angry. anyway here’s the Cyber Caliber, all of their swords combined into one massive weapon
the more accurate question is, what hasn’t happened to him. he’s been through a lot, the poor mech. but i’ll list some things for you:
that one time he had a sibling be erased from reality
that one time he had to murder another sibling because they decided evil was fun
that one time a fragging beachball stole his work
the fact he doesn’t know if his twin is alive or not
that one time he was a junker running for his life
that one time he was too late to save the Terminus Blade, and it was stolen
that one time his pride and joy, the Athenaum Sanctorum, was destroyed, and everything archived there was lost
that other time the same fragging beachball stole his work
that other time he was a junker hiding for his life
the fact that the theft of his diary started a whole new branch of religion and he has to read his own words as if they’re sacred
the fact that the title of Trion was in fact derived from his diary, and the sheer painful irony of being given the title of Trion.
that one time he had to rip off some fingers to fit in
that one time Trypticon showed up, awhile before the JAAT was founded, and he had to take it on alone
that other time Trypticon showed up when the JAAT opened and he had to hand out some precious relics to children to protect the school
aaaaand his current reason for drinking! the fact that of all twenty-something heroes running around, he only knows who THREE of them are because he only gave out THREE RELICS! and relics just keep disappearing from the collection he’s guarding
someone help him he is not having a good time. and it’s only going to get worse...
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Like her - Bucky Barnes
Hello!! I did a thing... I big oops... I have no idea where this is going but honestly... gosh, Bucky is finally given the spotlight! Yes, I am talking about that trailer. So, I guess bear with me? From what I feel, this is going to be ... quite the journey. Spoilers, if I accidentally am on to something? MASTERLIST Word Count~ 2k. If you want to be tagged or you have an idea about this, please let me know! Love you all!
Nothing made sense anymore. The world seemed to be upside down and he couldn’t find an anchor to hold on to. A thousand thoughts on his mind, past and future blurred into a chaotic present. He had found a still moment in the universe, after his best friend retired and that was the only way he could cope with the ever-changing situation.
He had believed that a new beginning was all that he needed; but before he could begin, he had to be free of his past and that he simply could not do. Working with Wilson was not his cup of tea, either. He was searching for meaning but maybe fulfillment wasn’t about what he had already done, maybe it was about the things he hadn’t and that was worse. It was simple mission; keep an eye on a questionable individual. Well, at least, that was what the files told him. Girl, early twenties, not a very interesting life – to him, at least, he thought. She might have loved studying and serving coffee to people she didn’t know just so she could earn her living. And a clue that linked her to an old enemy – Zemo. No one knew what their relationship was, or even if there was any. They had been able to pick up a single message sent from her phone to an unknown number that it was later identified as Zemo’s. He was standing outside the coffee shop she was working, not knowing if he would be able to identify her; they only had a blurry picture of her – another clue that she was onto something as she was avoiding to be seen. Not that he could blame her for that. If she was working with the man that put him trough all of that a couple of years ago, he didn’t know if he would hand her over or… He walked inside, trying to appear as relaxed and nonchalant as possible, knowing that he would be awkward anyway. Sam could have done this, he thought, rolling his eyes at that. It was quite busy, actually, and the atmosphere was cozier than what he had expected. And so, he found the table that furthest away but had a good angle-view to keep an eye on the personnel and sat down. He scanned the place but there was no trace of the girl from the picture. He was pretending to read the menu so no one would come soon to take his order. He was about to stand up and leave, having spent almost half an hour being a jerk and not ordering a thing, when a soft tornado rushed through the front door. He was left gawking at her for a moment and then quickly shook it off. She murmured an apology to her colleagues but they just smiled at her, as if they knew why she was late. He was able to distinct two words: application, problems. He cleared his throat and not a moment later, there she was. “Hello! What can I get you?” she politely asked him, ready to take his order, not exactly looking at him. Whatever she was previously doing, affected her still. He was caught by surprise, because he actually never looked at the menu. “An americano and um, what do you suggest?” he had to act normal, he thought again. Maybe channel his inner long-lost self. She finally looked at him, with a questioning smile on her face. The picture they had was old and did not do her any justice. “Our sour lemon bars are amazing” she informed him after a second of brainstorming. Sour, huh? He noticed her body language – she truly didn’t know who he was. Then again, without his long hair and a visible metal arm, not many people could recognize him. He nodded in agreement and she left. She was in a pretty bad mood. The application she had sent to the university was still not accepted, her computer broke down, she was barely making it by and she was tired having had zero sleep the night before, tormented by nightmares. She handed the order to Jackie and sat down, behind the bar. While Jackie was preparing everything, she was making herself a cup of coffee. “He is cute” she heard – and so did he, thanks to his enhanced senses. He was not used to being called cute or anything like that. Maybe an older version of him was pretty good with women – this one, not so much. He wasn’t bad, unlike Steve, but … something wasn’t there anymore. She looked at him, for a split second before gulping her coffee down. “Better you than me” she whispered. The other girl was shocked. “What happened?” she asked her, a ton of concern laced her voice and that captured his attention. “I don’t know what to do” she said, almost desperate. As his lemon bars were being transferred to a beautiful plate, Jackie asked the one-million-dollar question. “What about that guy? Helmut?”. That was all Bucky needed to add her to his suspect list – well, to cross off everyone else but her, really. “Hasn’t delivered and I am running out of time” she murmured in fear of being heard. She was right to be afraid of that, he did eavesdrop. Bucky hoped that she would be the one to bring his coffee but unfortunately, another waiter came. For the better part of an hour, he tried to catch anything of importance, having already informed Sam. But there was nothing. She just did her job. Deciding that it was better to leave in order not to attract any kind of unwanted attention, he left the money on the table and walked out of the place, faster than he would have liked. Who was she?
It had been pretty hard for her, lately. That roughly translated into more than ten years. She was used to being treated badly by life but she was standing right on the edge and she had nothing to grab onto to stop her fall. As long as she could remember, she was alone. The first person she had met was a grim old lady, telling her to stop crying otherwise the Sinnerman was going to eat her. Once she was at an age, she could understand what was happening, she was made aware she had no family – that wanted her, anyway – and that was why she had ended up there. It more of a torture-place than an orphanage. By the age of fifteen, she had achieved an early high school graduation, and her caretakers saw that she didn’t have the potentials to become the next prodigy, no matter the hard work. Being fifteen and on the streets was something she wished on nobody. She was smart, though – she got a job and soon was able to afford her own place. It was small but it was all she needed. A roof over her head, a bed and a shower. Lately, things were just not easy. She hadn’t been paid for at least four months and she had no cushion of money to fall onto. Her landlord would kick her out any minute now, and she had no backup plan. Her study application hadn’t panned out yet and when a stranger reached her, promising her a ton of cash and a name, she didn’t think twice. When she agreed to hack into a couple of databases, she had no idea who that person was. Only that he knew her parents and was willing to pay. That was all she needed, really. Little did she know, she was helping a criminal to get out of a life-long sentence. She tried to back away, but a single threat was more than enough to persuade her. She wasn’t used to knives being that close to her neck. She had done her part, even though she regretted it, but he had still to deliver and she had no other option. She would stay awake, thinking why her? Out of all the hackers in the world, why her? “Don’t worry! They’ll choose you, they would be stupid not to” Jackie told her, as she was ready to leave. She laughed at that. “I am not gonna pay them, I am the one asking them for a fund. They would be stupid if they did choose me!” she explained again, waving her goodbye. She was closing up the place today. She didn’t mind. The later she got back to her place, the smaller the chances to meet her landlord. She liked working alone, being alone. That was why she had it easier than the other girls back in the day. They struggled keeping up with the classes, the training, the killing. She did her job, and got on with her life. Well, at least until she was kicked out. Placing the last cups back on their self, she heard the door opening and closing – footsteps were approaching her. “I’m sorry, we’re closed” she chimed, as she turned around. That guy again. Yeah, alright, he was cute but her mind was warning her. He smiled – but it was forced and she saw it. Something wasn’t right. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see any sign” he said and it was true, she hadn’t put on the closed sign. He knew that she knew – but instead of making a run for it, she played along. Sam was waiting outside, car ready. “Oh, yeah, that’s my bad” she calmly informed him, letting her towel down and picking up the sing to hang, moving slowly through the space. He recognized her moves but it couldn’t be. Her moves were familiar but not fully known. He was closing in. After a rather long eye-contact, she threw the metal sign at him, aiming his exposed neck, almost cutting him. She was strong. All it took was two steps and they were engaged in a full-blown combat. He threw up his forearms like an offensive lineman blocking a defensive back, but she slipped to the side, pushed his elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the floor. Not even a second later, Bucky threw her off of him and was on his feet, watching her rush toward him in slow motion. He reached under his shirt even as he pushed past the tables. She did not try to stop the gun; she rolled his hand under his wrist, drove his arm over and back, and pulled him backward and down. She had the gun before he slammed into the floor, and was pointing it at him. She wasn’t afraid to use it, and he was almost scared by the look on her face. He had seen that look before. He tackled her, grabbed her wrist with his right hand and held the gun hand against her chest, while he placed his left arm tightly around her neck. She headbutted him but neither flinched. Before she could do anything, Sam placed a cloth on her mouth and nose and knocked her out. “Took you long enough” he mused at an annoyed Bucky. He rolled his eyes at him, still very much confused as to why she knew those moves. “I think she was trained for the Black Widow program” he let on, as he picked her up while Sam made everything to look as if nothing had happened. He even closed up the place. Bucky placed her on the backseat of the car. She wasn’t a Black Widow, yet her fighting style… “Who is she?” Sam asked as they were driving away.
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Inside TMI Gang's diaries part 5 2/3
Clary: Dear diary, I ran away with Jace, mom won't be happy, but I have to save my Jace. Simon is covering for me, although that won't last long and mom may go mama bear on him, I do love him though and I'll owe him one. So far things have been weird, seeing Jace get along with Sebastian is strange and I don't like it, and Sebastian is as evil as ever, i miss Jace so much, this Jace isn't my Jace. And Sebastian doesn't trust me I know this for a fact, but I don't trust him either and you better watch your back Sebastian.
*Later*
So Jace's room is the same as it always is, so clean not a mess, everything is neat, but he isn't Jace. We went on a date, Sebastian let us cause Jace would be with me, Jace cam speak italian and hates ducks, I'll have to mention this stuff when he is my Jace again, we stole a boat but that's nothing new from what we usually do, the date was nice but I felt guilty for enjoying it, when we came back Sebastian was occupied and creepy, anyway, we had a talk when I woke up later and he is starting to confuse me, but that's what he wants. I went back to bed and got up again, also Jace can make eggs, I don't like them but can't tell him that, also I wonder if he can cook other things, need to make a list of things to ask him when he's back to normal Jace. We also read a copy of his ancestor's book.
*Later later*
Me, Jace and Sebastian, went on a mission kind of thing, Simon calls us team Evil, we fought a demon, and I actually kicked a demons butt, Sebastian took us to a kinda night club, me and Jace got high, Sebastian told me I have a dark heart and like bitch whatever. Me and Jace made out in the club and uh things kinda got outta control, I am not proud, ok, I thought I saw dead people and passed out, I woke up to Sebastian leaving and followed him, demons almost killed me and he saved me, what is he doing? I lost my ring and can't get in contact with Simon, everything is bad and maybe this is all hopeless, no, I just need coffee, sweet sweet coffee, I need a coffee high *coffee/knife/serious emoji*
Possessed Jace: Dear diary, things are good, Sebastian keeps giving me weird looks when I am with Clary though, Sebastian we are still cool though don't worry. Clary is here and it's nice, I want her to be happy and her to have whatever she wants, I am gonna be so romantic but cool about *sunglasses emoji* I am Jace Lightwood, and extremely smooth and she loves me.
*Later*
I took Clary on a date and I nailed it *sunglasses emoji* we went back home after that and I read to her and we went to sleep, after that we went on a mission, my fire goddess kicked ass, and Sebastian took us to a night club place to take care of evil stuff, me and Clary got high and we did some things at the night club. In the morning I made her eggs, I'll make her eggs all the time, Sebastian wants to discuss evil plans now.
Trapped Jace: *sharpening knives* just wait you little shit, keep looking at Clary like that and I'll stab you, I am gonna beat you up, you shall know my wrath, and I will bring it upon you. *Knife/murderous emoji*
Sebastian: Dear evil diary, what can I say, the fruit of evil is ripe, I have evil plans, I have Jace under my finger, I have Clary now too, and soon she'll understand. Jace will do anything I say and Clary will do anything for him, love truly does make one weak. And I wi burn shit. Also maybe I'll play with stuff as well. *Devil emoji*
*Later*
We got into a fight and Clary can kick ass, maybe I underestimated her a tiny little bit. We went to a night club and I talk to Meliorn and I do believe the fair folk will stand with me, and after all I do have something with the queen, and I know what you are going to say what about Jace? Well you see Jace is my backup plan he has no idea ;)
Alec: Dear diary, still sneaking around, Jace is still gone, Clary is gone now too, Jocelyn is angry and I know why she scares Jace now, Izzy and Simon are something, Idk but my big brother instincts are kicking in. Jocelyn and Izzy went to the Iron Sisters and found out there isn't a weapon to separate Jace from Sebastian, unless it is of heaven itself or something. *Shrug emoji*
*Later* so we summoned a demon, and then a greater demon, what have we become? I'll do whatever it takes to save Jace, but like when did we start summoning demons and greater demons like it's not a big deal? I think we've lost our minds, and we are also now apparently going to summon Raziel, what are we doing, but it's for Jace. Also Magnus does look good in his outfit today but there is stuff between us. When did life get so complicated? *shrug emoji*
Magnus: Dear diary, welcome back to the crazy chaotic would of Shadowhunters, I may have lost Clary, but it's not my fault she can make portals, I see an angry Jocelyn in my future. Alec is kinda weird lately but it's probably nothing, Isabelle and Jocelyn were going to the Iron Sisters to see if there is a weapon that can separate Jace and Sebastian, blondie needs to come back so all this Shadowhunter drama will calm down.
*Later*
We summoned a demon and after that we summoned the greater demon Azazel, the little shit almost told Alec who my father is, and I swear what have I gotten myself into? Oh! Also apparently we are gonna summon an Angel now, I have a feeling we'll all be dead by the end of this, it's a miracle we haven't died already, I have to do research and stuff, also Sheldon saved my cat so I am thankful for that, Isabelle and Simon have something going on, Jocelyn is gone, and I want to drink and drink, cause Magnus is done bitches. But also Alec is looking beautiful today. *throws glitter* *sunglasses emoji*
Izzy: Dear diary, Simon came to me like I asked him to, and he told me about starwars or something, I don't remember the plot exactly but I think they had something called lifesavers???? Or something, also they are apparently in space which is cool, and the good guys win. Also me and Jocelyn went to the Iron Sisters and they said I would make a good one but like bish ya girl needs her heels, idk what has gotten into me lately, but when I think about Simon I feel happy and I get this feeling and I want to spend time with him and hear him talk endlessly about starwars cause he is so passionate about it. *Confused emoji*
*Later*
We may have kinda summoned a demon, and then a greater demon, and now we may kinda be getting ready to summon an angel we are on our way to Luke's farm so yeah. . . But yeah, Simon may die and idk what to do... *Blank emoji*
Simon: Dear diary, life just doesn't seem to be letting up, first Clary ran off to do reckless shit, Jace is literally possessed by her evil Brother and is like a puppet, Jocelyn is mad I didn't stop Clary, but honestly who can stop Clary?!?! — Izzy went off to the Iron sister earlier with Jocelyn before she found out Clary was gone and apparently they can't make a weapon to separate Jace and Sebastian without killing them both, this is the part where that intense action yet hopeless music would start playing. *Nerd emoji*
*Later* I told Izzy the plot of Starwars and she listened and laughed and said it was neat, she said It was neat and even though it is so much more than neat for some reason her just listening to me talk about it made me so happy, she may become a fan *Shooketh emoji* but also we summoned a demon, and then a greater demon and now we are going to summon an angel to try and get the angel Michael's sword called glorious cause it's apparently the only weapon that will work, but I may die so rip, but also please let everything be alright but also I do have the mark of cain it's just a matter of if it works. *Worried emoji*
Church: Dear Cat diary, I come to you with the heavy weight of the most fucking done I have ever been, Jem is still hasn't come and saved me, Herondale is still possessed and honestly I am done, fire ball ran away, archer boy is off doing shit, Izzy is falling in love now too and I thought she would be the one who wouldn't like girl love drama? And Simon is probably contributing to whatever chaotic plan fire ball has. evil shit is probably off doing evil shit, where's that sweet little boy? Gone! Because an ass had to be an ass. Sorry I need to control my emotions, I just miss Jem so much, and these kids are driving me crazy, also Magnus you are contributing as well now,Jem Jem Jem pls. Anyway I am gonna go sharpen my claws and eat tuna and drown my sorrows in tuna. *Cat/tuna/murderous emoji*
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Ferocious I Darth Maul x Reader
Chapter 10: Trust
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ao3
warnings: nudity, mildly suggestive language
words: 4000+
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note: For… reasons, this is an alternate universe in which space ships have actual showers with water, not just sonic showers. Also, Maul’s cybernetics are waterproof. I don’t make the rules... wait- I do. Also, make sure to read the end notes today :)
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Stars, you hate it here.
Everything, from the endless nights to the lack of clean water and the ever-looming prospect of going to prison increases your motivation to somehow fix the communicator yourself and run off before Kenobi can take you with him, leaving him stranded on the planet.
For exactly a decade, just to be even.
“It should work,” Kenobi remarks with very apparent annoyance. “Everything is connected and the power source is on.”
“Well, it’s obviously not working.”
“Thank you for your observation.” He drops his hands into his lap, looking quite defeated. And tired.
While you’ve been keeping some structure in your days, he’s been working tirelessly on repairing that communicator. Until he did tire out, occasionally.
Now was one of these occasions.
“I’m losing focus and I can hardly see anything. It’ll be best to continue when the sun comes back up again.”
Which is precisely what you were hoping he’d say, but you still force yourself to make another snide comment. “Maybe it’ll fix itself while you’re resting and we are magically transported off this planet.”
He pays you no mind and heads to what’s become his sleeping spot over the past days - or has it been over a week already?
“I trust you’ll keep watch?”
You just huff, but don’t refuse his request. It is an agreement you’ve come to quite early on when you both realized that the death of one would make the other’s survival significantly less likely. So while he sleeps, you make sure no animals sneak up and attack him, which, apart from the “dinner” incident a few days ago, only happened once, but still rattled him enough to make him remind you of your duty evry time he went to sleep.
Except tonight, you plan on shifting your attention to something completely different.
You have not, in fact, come to terms with the probable reality that you’ll spend the rest of your days in a prison of the Republic. Instead, you’ve been observing what exactly Kenobi is doing to repair the life-saving device and despite your lack of aptitude in such things, you, too, see that the communicator should - in theory - work. Kenobi is overworked and agitated; it would only be natural for him to miss something.
Something you might be able to catch and use to your advantage.
You remain still where you are until you hear his quiet breaths evening out, indicating he has fallen asleep.
“Kenobi?” You whisper into the silence, a last test to check if he is still conscious.
No response.
Your heart beats fast in your chest, all too aware of how pressing time is. For some reason, this man rarely sleeps more than two hours at a time, which could be partially blamed on you for always nagging at him when he isn’t trying to fix the communicator. But then again, you have the feeling that he usually doesn’t have very different habits.
With the kind of stealth only someone who has been trained in these arts could bring up, you sneak across the clearing to where the source of all your troubles and hope lies on the ground.
The device has been taken out of the starfighters cockpit and thus looks pretty out of place and… unfinished. But you know better, having watched the Jedi dismantle and reassemble every little piece.
The metal glints in the shine of your flashlight as you crouch to be on eye-level with the device. At first glance everything seems to be in order, just like the Jedi remarked, but that is not acceptable. Fixing the cursed thing before Kenobi is your only way to freedom and you will not allow your own incompetence to stand in your way.
So you look again. And again.
You shine light into every little corner, every port, under every wire and in between each panel. Time is passing too quickly, you are aware, and your chances are dwindling.
But then you see it.
Tiny and inconspicuous, something organic - a seed maybe - is blocking one of the loose wires from connecting with its respective port.
You bite your lip to suppress a victorious exclamation, looking over your shoulder to check if Kenobi is still fast asleep.
Heart thrumming in your ears, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves and steady your hand for the task ahead. Cautiously, you lift some of the metal paneling to give you access to the section, fingers weaving through the wires with extra care since many of them are not firmly in place due to the crash and were only pinned to their receptors by Kenobi.
At last, your fingertips graze the disruptive piece of forest that has made it so far into the technology. Slowly, you remove it from its spot, moving the wire back to where it was supposed to connect.
Now let’s try this.
You turn the power on, holding your breath and praying to whatever force there is out there that it won’t make any noise.
A quiet whir is the only indication that the power is flowing, causing a small smile to creep over your hidden features. The display comes to life, faintly glowing blue. You throw looks over your shoulder every few seconds, hastily pressing the buttons to type in the private comm information Maul and all his commanding warriors kept as a backup for emergencies. You have no idea how many emergencies must have occurred in these past weeks, but you hope your message won’t be drowned out by others. This is the only shot you get.
You pick some coordinates that, if your knowledge of space navigation isn’t misleading you, should be a few miles north of your current location, then sign the message with ‘ -S ’ .
You stare at the numbers, forcing your mind to absorb them, then you hit send and a series of green lights tells you it at least went out successfully, meaning all you can do now is to hope that it will be received the same way.
Kenobi is still fast asleep, chest rising and falling steadily. You almost feel sorry for what you’re about to do, but there really aren’t many alternatives.
You take out a small vial from a pocket in your belt, filling a syringe with it. It’s been a while since you last used it, but you made sure you always have some tranquilizers on you, and now you’re thankful for that.
On your tiptoes, you sneak to Kenobi’s sleeping form, narrowing your eyes to make out the exposed skin on his neck.
The needle is buried in his neck in a matter of seconds and his eyes shoot open in shock and confusion while his hands fly to his neck.
“Why-”
“Nothing personal,” you assure him when his eyelids droop and his words lose coherence.
Normally, this should knock a person out for at least three hours, but you don’t know how a force sensitivity might influence that. One way or another, you should take off now and get as big a headstart as you can. But first, one more thing.
You give the heap of beige robes that is the Jedi knight one more almost regretful look, then you crush the communicator beneath your heel. Can’t risk him calling for Republic forces while you’re still in the area after all, and you’d have no way of taking the device with you, since it’s hooked up to the ship wreckage.
Why you spare his life, you don’t know, and you’d rather not spend too much time thinking about it. Perhaps you should kill him, after all he’s done to Maul, and why your conscience decides to pipe up now of all times will remain a mystery. You have killed people in less honorable ways, but…
“Ugh,” you grunt, finally turning your back on the Jedi and starting your journey north.
*
“Maul! Maul, come here!”
He jerks up, briefly having fallen asleep leaned against the wall. For a second, he fully expects to see your gleaming eyes staring back at him, that’s how familiar the voice is. It takes him a moment to understand that it’s not you, but Loa calling him.
Which is supremely peculiar, because the young woman rarely ever addresses him, let alone command him.
He is out of the room, your room, in a flash, looking over Loa’s shoulder at the message displayed a second later.
Both of his hearts seem to skip a beat.
The message consists of nothing but a set of coordinates, the only indication of its origin the ‘ -S ’ with which it is signed.
S as in… Spectress?
It must be you. There is no one else with access to this line of communication who would send this kind of message.
Loa gapes at the writing.
“It’s… It’s her, isn’t it? It’s gotta be her, I’m…”
“Set course,” is his only response, sitting down in the copilot’s seat, several scenarios already running through his mind.
“Looks like some type of… forest moon,” She remarks, readying the ship for hyperspace with outstanding speed and routine. You weren’t exaggerating at all when you said she had become a good pilot.
He ponders for a minute. If you are somehow stranded there, they won’t need reinforcement, with their forces stretched thin as it is. But if any threats lurk nearby and he puts your little sister in danger…
He will die by your hand, then. Or his own.
“How long?”
“Estimate of four hours.”
“Very well. I will try to find out what to expect when we arrive there.”
According to his sources, there has been no Republic activity in the system in question over the past month - that’s what he found out after two hours of vehement research. Really, he already knew that after thirty minutes, but you being so close yet so far from him drove him to bury himself in databanks and records by his spies.
His thoughts travel to a darker place.
He doesn’t know what state you’ll be in when he finds you - if he finds you. And even if you’re fine, everything else is far from fine. Mandalore, the crime syndicate and most of all, Savage…
Something on the dresser that takes up most of the cramped space clatters to the floor when he loses control of the chaotic force inside him and he flinches, immediately worrying he broke something of importance to you. After all, he has taken up residence in what used to be your small quarters on your ship, before everything happened, before you joined the Death Watch, before you saw him again.
When you were still living relatively safe, off the Republic’s radars.
Out of Master’s reach.
It’s been torturing him every waking moment to think that you might meet the same end that Savage did. The speculation of what could have been if he hadn’t reentered your life has become a constant in his mind. Because if he ever has to see the life fade out of your eyes, the way he saw the nightsister magick leave Savage when he exhaled his last breath, he isn’t sure he could forgive the galaxy. He vows to himself, already vowed to himself few days after he first laid eyes on you, that he will do anything to keep that fiery soul safe.
His fingers run over the cold piece of metal that has fallen, curiously examining it. No, not normal metal, beskar . There are letters forged into it, but they look like traditional Mando’a scripture, which he is still unpracticed in reading.
He contemplates putting it into the uppermost drawer, lest it get lost during more daring flight maneuvers, but he hesitates. He’s never opened any of the drawers, despite the very persistent curiosity he felt. The last he’d want is to invade your privacy; you hadn’t even consented to him sleeping in your private space (although he doubts you would mind after he has literally slept with you).
Maul makes up his mind and pulls the drawer open, not intending to even look, but his gaze still gets caught.
He expected to find clothes, maybe, or, knowing you, weapons. What he finds instead is a collection of… trinkets.
It’s not new to him that you have a tendency to collect items, sometimes out of sentiment, sometimes as a trophy. He didn’t realize you kept them so meticulously stored.
It’s quite endearing, he thinks.
Some of the items he recalls you talking about, but others seem entirely random. His eyes linger on a piece of flimsiplast that looks like a child has drawn on it.
He is tempted to take it out and hold it into the light, but quickly realizes that it would go against his original decision not to pry.
There is so much personal history collected in that small space. Dozens of untold stories, so many parts of your life that he missed.
He won’t rest until he knows you’ll still be able to tell them.
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Oddly enough, you miss Kenobi. More precisely, you miss his ability to sense danger before it has reached you.
Every little noise startles you, every swish of wind making your heart stop and you increase your speed a little.
By now, you’re nearly running through the woods, less than half a mile away from the coordinates you chose.
Chances are, he has woken up by now. And you’re not stupid; you know it’ll be easy for him to track you down when there is no civilization around. From what your understanding of the force is, he should be able to sense your force signature from a larger distance when there is nothing else to disrupt it. That also means that he will be hot on your tail, so whoever shows up to rescue you better hurry .
With a heavy heart, you turn off your flashlight and lean against a tree while you remove your mask for better air supply and allow your eyes to adjust. It still takes so kriffing long, you wonder if that’ll ever change.
If Kenobi finds you first, it won’t make much of a difference.
You get moving again, slower but also less of a beacon in the dark.
The trees start coming in more sparsely now, until you can actually see farther than twenty feet without trees blocking your view. This allows you to pick up speed again and thus make up for the darkness that is slowing you down, until the landscape is so open that you’re actually running now.
And that’s when you hear them.
Branches cracking somewhere behind you.
Probably just the wind. Keep going.
The dull thud of feet hitting the ground makes your breath catch in your throat.
So maybe he did wake up earlier than anticipated.
You whirl around, seeing nothing but his black silhouette and desperately wishing for a lightsaber, which you - unwisely - have sworn off after the Naboo incident. That, and running around wielding a lightsaber wasn’t exactly the level of subtlety you were going for at the time.
But now, you could really use it.
“I spared your life!” You yell.
“And destroyed my only way away from here,” he responds, sounding almost hurt as he makes slow steps towards you. You take just as many backwards.
Something in the sky beyond him catches your eye and suddenly, the situation looks different.
“I’ve got to look out for myself first,” you argue. “Surely, you understand that.”
“You know I can’t let you go.”
“I do,” you say serenely, taking a deep breath, then whirling around to make a run for it.
You don’t need to look over your shoulder to know he is following you and, even worse, gaining on you.
The small headstart you got, combined with the distance between you two in the first place isn’t nearly enough, even though you are in great shape and a truly fast runner.
The ship you spotted earlier now flies over your head, approaching the ground and you could laugh and cry at the same time. It’s not just any ship, it’s your ship. Your home, and aboard, you hope, your family.
It doesn’t touch the ground, but it flies low enough to be accessible from the ground while slowing to a speed that should allow for you to jump on, if you could only run a little faster.
Damn, ten years ago this would have been easier.
The blast door in the back, only about twenty feet away from you, slides open, revealing a figure that even in the dark you can make out to be…
Maul.
He extends his hand and you instantly know what he wants you to do.
So, you take a deep breath and jump .
The moment your feet leave the ground you feel the tug of the force pulling you to the zabrak while your own hand reaches forward and you fly through the air, until your hand finally reaches Maul’s.
You are not safe yet, still hanging from the edge of the ship when you suddenly feel a different pull on one of your ankles. Your eyes widen in shock and you try to tell Maul that it’s Kenobi, he is pulling you back, but all that you manage is a terrified shriek when your hand almost slips out of his at a particularly strong pull backwards.
Not this time, Kenobi.
Your determination sets in and you look down to see Kenobi standing still, arms extended to manipulate the force. With your one free hand, you reach for your blaster, aiming and-
The hold on your ankle abruptly loosens and you are yanked on board at once, the blast door sliding shut immediately, drowning out the deafening sound of wind.
You are panting, sprawled out on the floor, not even realizing that you did it .
“Hyperspace, as soon as possible,” you distantly hear Maul say, but the thrumming of your heart is too loud to properly hear his voice, until he somehow sits you up and…
Embraces you.
Warm fingers run through your messy hair, soft murmurs that you can’t quite understand coming from right next to your ear.
“I’m filthy,” you protest weakly, half-heartedly trying to free yourself from his hold but he only holds on tighter and at last you melt into the affection, burying your face in his neck.
“Is Loa…?”
“In the cockpit,” he instantly calms your worries and you sigh happily. For a moment, everything is alright.
“What did I miss?” You eventually muster up the courage to ask.
His grip tightens so much you can feel his fingertips dig into your hip and you immediately know something bad happened.
“It was… Master. He killed Savage.”
Your heart sinks, the previous relief replaced by a dark type of sadness. There is anger and, most dominantly, fear.
The Sith lord doesn’t intend on letting Maul off, which by extension also means there is a target on everyone he surrounds himself with.
You can’t even find words to console him, only taking in a shaky breath against his skin and whispering, "I'm sorry."
"He's free now."
Eventually, you find the strength to get up, tiredly patting over to the cockpit.
“Hey.” Loa presses a few last buttons, then jumps up and crushes you in a tight hug.
“I thought I would never see you again.”
“You know me better than that,” you retort mildly.
“I suppose so,” she sighs, holding you at an arm’s length. “You need a shower,” she assesses, plucking a leaf from your hair.
Self-consciously you run a hand through the tangles, then look down at your muddy clothes.
“I agree.”
Maul waits for you when you leave the cockpit, immediately taking your hand as if to reassure himself that you are truly there.
“Missed me?” You joke half-heartedly, doing nothing to hide the way the tension seems to melt from your body at the touch.
“Every minute,” he answers earnestly, not a hint of a joke in his voice.
“Come with me, then,” you offer, making your way to the refresher and pulling him along. As expected, he follows you all too willingly, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand.
You don’t even bother undressing all the way before getting under the water stream, suddenly realizing how much you’ve been longing for it. While your clothes soak, the water pooling around your feet turns a muddy brown as the dirt from the forest is finally washed off.
Maul steps in the small shower behind you, holding a hand into the falling water.
“That’s cold,” he states.
“Not for me, it’s not.” You eye his frown. “But we can turn the temperature up.”
The heat does feel good, and not much later you finally attempt to peel off the remaining layers of clothing. Red tattooed hands come to your aid fast and within seconds, your skin is completely exposed, the stress of the past weeks running down the drain along with the dirt and… blood?
You bring a hand up to touch your forehead at the same time that a scowl makes its way on Maul’s face.
“Kenobi,” he growls, but you shake your head.
“That’s from when I crashed the starfighter.” You examine your bloodied fingers with moderate interest. “I think it’s healed already, that’s just dried blood coming off.”
He huffs, lightly running a finger over the area on your face.
“Any other injuries?” His eyes roam your body, not in a sexual, but in a concerned manner.
“None I can think of,” you sigh as he gathers soap in his hands, closing your eyes for a moment as the warm water runs over your face. When you don’t hear another noise from Maul, you open your eyes again, only to find him staring at you with something like bewilderment in his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
He responds by crashing his lips into yours, expressing so many emotions through his actions that he otherwise can’t find the words for. You very nearly fall at the suddenness of it, but his arms are wrapped around you in a heartbeat, pressing you into his chest and giving you the skin-to-skin contact you’ve been missing so terribly.
Your eyes water as emotions overcome you, the relief, the sorrow, the uncertainty and… guilt.
When you break apart, his are shining in a similar way.
You lean against the weapons locker, facing the ceiling while you let the details of your situation soak in. The havoc that was wreaked on Mandalore by the resistant Mandalorians, the coming and going of the crime families, and the looming threat of Sidious’ grand plan finally coming together.
“I have a suggestion,” you begin slowly. “But you’re not going to like it.”
“Go on.”
“The Jedi are not our main enemy anymore, if what you foresee comes true.” You recall him talking about the envisioned destruction of the Jedi order, something that Sidious has been plotting for a long time. “If we give them the right tools to do so, it’ll be them who need to fight him, not you. Not any of us.” Your eyes dart to the cockpit where your sister is holed up.
“Tools, such as… knowledge?” He touches his chin the way he always does when he mulls over an idea.
“Sidious is but one man. He only thrives on secrecy, so if we-”
“A Jedi will never cooperate with a Sith .” He snarls. “Their self-righteousness wouldn’t allow it.”
“Maybe not.” You sigh with exhaustion. “All I know is that the better equipped the Jedi, the higher the chance of them actually defeating Sidious before it’s too late. And that’s why I have another proposition.”
“What is it?”
“We make a small transmission to the Republic fleet, sending them the same coordinates I sent you.”
“You’re trying to save Kenobi?” He doesn’t sound angered, he sounds… surprised.
“As much as I dislike him, he is one of their more capable knights, and it’s become pretty obvious he and his padawan are quite invested in uncovering Sidious’ identity.”
You are astounded he even considers the idea.
“Also, helping him could be interpreted as a show of good faith. Might get them off our back for some time, until we figure out who to fight,” you add.
For a minute, he remains silent. Then, his arm is wrapped around your waist and his lips brush over your temple.
“I trust your judgment,” he mumbles. “Do what you believe is right.”
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SOOO, after a two week delay, I have elected to post once more... my bad. In the next 2-4 weeks I’d like to edit and improve the older chapters because I’m not 100% happy with the writing in them anymore, so because of that there won’t be another update during that time. Don’t worry though, I’m not done yet, the story will go on - just after a short break :,)
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