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[ittybittybumblebee]

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[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Cat on the Prowl

Sometimes Kirishima had to wonder if it was a little much to ask for just one patrol in the twilight evening times to be just a bit more quiet? Oh he was all on board to ensure the safety of the public and all that but it’d be nice to have one night go smooth and peaceful as possible then head home to enjoy a little bit of R&R quality time with his two favourite girls in the world. But such was the life of a pro hero, one way or another especially when Murphy’s Law would come out of nowhere with a Diamond Cutter like the bitch it was. Case in point being his current situation.

Seemed someone had decided to break into a museum of all place and try to pilfer God only knows what was inside it. Given all the art work and artefacts inside that were worth anywhere between six figures to enough to have you set for life, on top of the security? Hey least it wasn’t some dumb ass protestor trying to make some moronic statement by glueing themselves to a painting and try to deface it but I digress. Back with our hardheaded red-head and what was going on with him at this very moment.

That being him currently pursuing the thief in question who was quite the slippery and tricky rascal to say the least they leapt across rooftops in manners that would make professional parkour artists green with envy. Pretty impressive given the no doubt heavy amount of loot they had to be carrying but he was nothing if not determined to see the perpetrator caught. From what could be gleamed of their appearance, they seemed to be a feline person or wearing feline themed suit of sorts, a literal cat burglar? Someone had quite a sense of humour to them.

After minutes of relentless pursuit he saw his elusiva quarry cease running no doubt assuming they'd lost any opposition as they parked on a flat rooftop up on a high rise, the sturdy himbo using his quirk to advantage. Clawed styled fingers piercing the solid concrete as he scaled and climbed up to find his target sitting atop a ventilation shaft duct, no doubt catching their breath and making a quick check and count of their loot. From what he could see of their backside, it was definitely a woman as he carefully made his way towards her to swiftly take her down and subdue her. A slight purr from her throat as she held up a diamond between her fingers, catching his reflection in it as she dropped it back into her bag of stolen goods and stood up turning around to face him.

Suffice to say Kirishima was momentarily stunned to find this literal cat burglar was none other than Selina Kyle, THE one and only infamous CatWoman of Gotham herself. Her toned curvy figure contained within and highlighted by a skintight black and leather latex ensemble that Midnight herself would approve of very much. The sensual mature thief grinning like well, a cat that found herself a little mouse to play as she took her zipper at the top of her collar and slid it down oh so, very slowly. Inches of rich smooth caramel tanned skin and cleavage and a smooth set of abdominals revealed as the front of her outfit became undone and exposed right before his crimson eyes as she sensually licked her lips and reached in with take out her trademark whip.

Catwoman:”Well well, figures I’d run into one of the locals, can’t expect to to anywhere in Japan and not meet a cape and mask type when prowling. Especially a cute slab of meat like you….”*Sensually licking her lips as she began her infamous teasing and flirting routine, wrapping her whip around herself like it was a feather boa. Sensually purring as she radiated a sexual charisma and charm on par with Midnight herself as she eyed Kirishima with a hunger and thirst. She had to say compared to a certain pointy eared on and off gentleman of hers back stateside, the Red Riot wasn’t half bad. Taking delight in the awkwardness he was no doubt feeling at such attention and interest from a mature older woman like herself.* “Come on now handsome, mind looking the other way and letting me walk off with my gains? I’ll make it worth your while…”

Kirishima*Shakes his head to regain focus as he looked at the literal cat burglar with determination, sure she was a tease but he was used to such saucy flirting given his experience especially with a pair of girlfriends like Mina and Maya. He would not be swayed by her admittedly stunning good looks and pornographic body, no sir!!* “can’t do that ma’am, I got take you in or at least take back what you stole!! Now we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way…and we both know it’s obvious you’re going for the hard way!!” *indeed Selina flashed a coy smile as she began lashing out some strikes on the air and ground, making clear that if that’s the way it was to be? Hard way it was as he activated his quirk, the young future pro and infamous thief moved in to clash.*

Selina of course had hoped it would be easy but seems tonight wasn’t her lucky night, pouting adorably as she found herself pinned back flat on the ground. Her whip a few feet from her grasp along with her belt for her tools and equipment as Kirishima had her in her clutches. Just her luck that she had encounter a guy with strength and durability on par with Killer Croc but she had to say, up close like this? Not only was he a looker but god damn those muscles, she coild grind cheese in those abs….it was making her feel turned on.

Selina:*Deciding to play an ace up her sleeve as she began flashing the pull eyes or rsther the kitty eyes, with the pout to match.* “Awww come on tough guy, it’s my first time and offence here in Japan, how about you let me go and you take the loot? Better yet you let me keep half? I’ll make it worth your while….”*She knew it was a long shot but honestly he was rather hoping for something else besides bribing this guy, not that he seemed the type for it, virtue was as distinct as this guy’s gym body. If anything she was going for a nice bit of erotic action, it’d been quite a long dry spell for her to a degree that toys and her own fingers wouldn’t cut it. And she always was a sucker for angelfaces with the musculature of Greek gods.*

Kirishima:*Slight blush on his face aside, he was handling Selina’s flirting and persuasion well as can be.*”Can’t do that ma’am, just wouldn’t sit right with me….”*Selina couldn’t help but feel a giddy tingle with anticipation, the moral compass boyscouts were always a turn on for her. A sensual smile on her face as she found those blood red eyes of his unable to look away from her still exposed torso from having unzipped her suit. Her tits inches away from slipping out to expose themselves as she sensually licked her lips sensing he was getting as turned on as she was, seems her boy scout had a thing for girls like herself, oh if she only knew how right she was.*

Sensing opportunity presenting itself, the seductive thief managed to move her legs out from under him to wrap around them around his waist. Pulling him in close as she freed her arms from his grasp to wrap them around his shoulders and press her lips to his as she ambushed him with a passionate, tongue fuelled French kiss. Taking advantage of his sudden shock and surprise to roll around so that she now laid atop him, straddling his wait as she deepened her liplock. Soon breaking for air with strands of saliva between them as she sat up, looking at him with a sensual gaze as she landed softly, shuddering with delight at the look in his eyes as she began to peel off her suit.

Her luscious, firm tits now flashed before his eyes in all their naked glory as she pried her upper torso out of thst skintight leather and latex, skin glistening with sweat. The feline themed crook caressing his muscles as she traced and memorised those firm cut abs and pecs, oohing and aweing with delight as her ass felt a very distinct bulge bumping against it, seemed this himbo had the package to go along with that physique. Shifting and adjusting her position as she trapped his head between her thighs, she may not have been Mina or Maya or even Mirko but she definitely had some good ones on her as she parked her booty on his face. While she found herself before his crotch, undoing the belt and fly as she was eager to play with the treasure contained within.

But to say she was shocked and surprised was an understatement as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at seeing that exposed erect slab of manhood before her. The absolute length and girth before her leaving the sexy thief at a rare loss for words, switches in her brain being flipped as she found herself grasping and squeezing that cock. Like some primal instincts reached out to her inner feline telling her to go all in on going all the way with this absolute unit of an alpha male as she commenced with performing fellation. Licking and sucking on that cock as inches of his meat filled her mouth, giving her an oral preview of what awaited her pussy.

Speaking of which, Kirishima had figured the con-woman was trying to play him for a sap, using her feminine wiles on what she figured to be some naive cherry virgin boy. As he grasped that leather and latex clad booty, teeth latching onto the fly of her outfit's zipper to bring down lower. Exposing her slit and anal pucker before him as Selina widened her jade green cat-like eyes at suddenly feeling the sturdy himbo return fire with a little oral assault of his own. And she had to say, he sure as hell knew how to eat a pussy out!!

Now Selina was no stranger to sex, mind you and she'd been with her share of men and women alike. But she never imagined she'd find the tables turned on her like this and she had to say, she was liking it a lot!! After an intense, sloppy 69 session, it wasn't long before they were both naked, the seductive tease of a thief's cowl, goggles and boots all she had still on her as she found herself taking it doggy or rather kitty style as this young buck of a man mountain fucked her deep and hard. Arms and legs shaky as her jiggling, slutty ass stuck in the air, shaking with every impact of that shaft and those heavy balls smacking her clit before she found herself flat on the floor as he plowed her prone bone.

It wasn't often the infamous Catwoman found herself dominated sexually but Kirishima was showing himself to be quite a young man full of surprises. The rooftop aloud with the echoes of skin slapping sex and cries of passion and ecstasy as orgasms rocked her world one after another. And did he have stamina to spare, to say nothing of his little quirk trick and could he be assertive and abrasive!! It was a turn-on, that was for sure.

But of course the difference in momentum and skill of course wound up being in Kirishima's favour, as he held Selina's luscious hips while she bounced and rode on his cock cowgirl style, her tits bouncing hypnotically as her usually coy face wore an expression that made it clear her brain was numb with pleasure. Before she went limp as a ragdoll as she and the sturdy chivalrous himbo came together simultaneously, a baker's dozen worth of hot, white baby batter pumping and flooding into her womb. The feline afficianado gently laid down on the cool, smooth rooftop surface, a well fucked and satisfied smile on her face and a belly full of cum as Kirishima decided to call this erotic duel a draw. Taking back and returning her stolen goods, after getting his clothes back on of course while maybe hoping the authorities would find her here and secure her arrest..and maybe maintain her dignity.

Of course the tricky thief managed to elude capture but opted to lay low of course until any heat died down. Not that she minded of course, after a lay like that. Now she had herself a new hobby and boytoy to play with, as Kirishima somehow found his phone getting an unknown number sending him a few lewd texts and pictures not long after that hot rooftop encounter evening. Among them being a nude pic from Selina showing off her dumptruck ass while wearing little more than cat ears, jewellery and some thigh high boots.

Not to mention for some reason, the Catwoman always left a date, time and place, as if leaving hints for when and where she might strike next and where he could find her for a rematch. Naturally Mina and Maya found out and oooh was their teasing and flirting relentless especially when they insisted on wanting to help him out with "dealing" with that hot piece of kitty ass. Yeah once again Kirishima really wondered what it would take to just have a normal, peaceful patrol that didn't wind up with him somehow getting a female crook sexually addicted to him. Then again it wasn't always so bad.....right?

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 31 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 32

Summary: Loki hated being Odin's son but he might just be not.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Mention of torture and psychological trauma, violence, guns, discussion of mental health, Smutty smut, degradation, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

As you awakened your vision seemed blurry. You tried to adjust to your surroundings because your mind felt hazy and then suddenly it came rushing back to you, you were going home with Loki and the car had broke down, he asked you to text Steve and Thor, then he stepped out and you remembered him being shot, your eyes filled with grief at the memory.

What if he was dead? What would you do without him? You looked around and the place reminded you of that den Odin had made at the center, it looked eerily similar. You tried to stand up but your hands were tied together and so were your legs, you tried to scream too but there was a duct tape over your mouth. They had you lying on top of a slab made of rocks.

Looking down you noticed how your clothes were drenched in blood, were you hurt? You couldn't really tell, you didn't feel any pain either, not in the physical sense atleast, you just wanted Loki to be okay and alive, you just wanted to hold him one more time, you wanted to kiss him and you wanted to love him. He can't just be taken away after everything you both have been through, especially not by the hands of those same monsters who had ruined him so badly that he was afraid to even feel love.

"You know whose blood is on your body?" You heard Odin's voice from behind you and froze, you remembered seeing him before you fainted. He circled around you and you wanted to scream out of fear, he laughed as he noticed your shivering form. You winced as he ripped the duct tape off your mouth harshly.

"It belongs to that impotent slave of mine. It's filthy and illegitimate just like his existence" your eyes welled up as he said that. How could he hate his own son? That too someone like Loki, he was the kind of man who would have done anything for his loved ones, he would have sacrificed himself for them if they had given him the love that he truly deserved.

"You're all fucking evil and deserves to rot in hell" you mumbled, anger laced every word you spoke. You heard James, Clint and Odin chuckling.

"Where's loki?" Your voice choked on your tears as you questioned, you were worried sick about him, your heart refused to stay still, you just wanted to see him.

"You know I really wanted to bring him back to Asgard, he was a good slave, though incompetent at times, but then he betrayed me and how. I would never forgive him for that" Odin mumbled nonchalantly.

"He's your son, how could you do this to him?" You weeped as you questioned, your daddy didn't love you but he hated your mommy more and he never hurt you like this, you couldn't understand how Odin was capable of abusing his own son in such a cruel manner.

"My son? Oh no no no…he's not my son, he was the curse, he was the reason why I was banished from my kingdom, it was because of him I ended up here" your eyes widened in shock as he said that. What did he mean?

"What do you mean?" You asked him but he laughed again. He gestured to his men and they dragged Loki in front of you, he was bleeding from the wound on his shoulder and he was unconscious, you feared that he wasn't even alive anymore but then you saw his chest heaving slowly and it made you cry even harder, he was in pain and you couldn't do anything to comfort him.

"Look at him so weak and easy to break, Thor wouldn't even flinch if a bullet was to pierce his heart even, but then he's my own son unlike this swine" Odin menacingly stepped towards Loki and it made you scared so you started to scream.

He turned Loki on his front to step on the gunshot wound and the sheer pain brought him back to consciousness, he seemed confused for a moment before everything came running to him. He seemed paler than usual, he had lost a lot of blood and you feared he wouldn't make it. He turned his head to look at you and his eyes welled up. He was supposed to keep you safe but he failed again.

"Wake up princess, it's time to die" Odin kicked him in the stomach and you saw Loki coughing out blood.

"Stoppp pleasee.. stoppp just stop ..pleasee you can do whatever you want to me ..just dont hurt him pleasssee" you cried and screamed your words out, but your beggings only managed to make them all laugh.

"A woman is going to protect you now huh? If Laufey could see how low his son had fallen, he'd sacrifice you again" Loki looked at him shocked as Odin said that. All those years Frigga told him that he wasn't his father's son but he never really believed it, Frigga and Odin were all he knew for as long as he could remember, he always thought Frigga said it to appease him whenever he felt evil just like Odin.

"Laufey?" He whispered and Odin laughed in response before he spoke again.

"Before you die and are sent to hel ,let me reveal something, you never wondered why I treated you so poorly? It was because you never were my own blood Loki, you belonged to my sworn enemy. You are laufey's son" Odin raised his voice

"Laufey's son" he mumbled to himself and Odin smiled. He squatted down and gripped Loki's hair then he pulled on it as harshly as he could.

Loki knew about the story, the crazy story that Odin had made to justify all this, he always said that the King of Jotunheim Laufey had joined hands with the Norse goddess of witchcraft Freya and she cursed Odin to banish him to midgard. He couldn't go back until or unless he'd fulfill the nine human sacrifices, then only the gates of nine realms will reopen and he'd be taken back to Asgard.

What he didn't know was that in order to put the curse the goddess needed a sacrifice from Laufey himself, she needed his most valued possession, he wanted to get rid of Odin so desperately that he chose to sacrifice his own son. Loki.

"You were just a pawn Loki, for him and for me as well, you were born to cause suffering can't you see? I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you"

Odin spat at him, you just wanted to get out of the binds and crawl to him, you just wanted to hold him and take him back home but it wasn't possible, you didn't think you both would survive or live to see the next day.

"Lolooo" you mumbled as you whimpered so he looked at you, he didn't care whose son he was, it didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered except you. He tried to get up but his puppets came forward and they started to beat him again, he was getting brutally hurt but he didn't make a sound. However your screams did echo through the den.

"Please stoopp please stop..pleaseee let him go" you kept begging them and James stormed towards you to hurt you.

"Master can we fuck her before she's killed, I want a taste" They both sneered in your direction, their lustful eyes made your skin crawl but you knew you'd allow them to do anything as long as they weren't hurting him

"You both absolutely deserve the reward my children but I'll take her first, it's been a loooongggg time since I have fornicated"

You looked at him shocked, he was evil in his pure form, you knew that with certainty but you were still taken aback as he made his intentions clear.

Loki's fists clenched and he watched Odin take his shirt off, he watched the bastard prey towards you and he knew if he wasn't going to get up and fight for you today then everything that he had ever done in his life for you would end up meaning nothing.

Before Odin could put his fingers on you he was grabbed and turned around furiously then he was punched right in the face, Loki grabbed the man by his hair and threw him around like a rag doll. You always knew that he was strong, not just mentally but physically too. You had never seen another man beat him in fights, he was always the stronger one but you couldn't even comprehend how he had such a strength after being shot and after losing all that blood. Unfortunately he was still outnumbered, Odin called for help so his puppets came forward and attacked Loki again.

They were going to shoot him again because James took the gun out and cocked at his head but before he could pull the trigger and destroy your whole world in a second you heard Thor's voice. He was there. He had found you two. Thank God he was there.

"If you need her alive, you're going to back off my brother" Thor yelled, he had Natasha by his side with his own gun pointed at her temples.

"He's not your brother " Odin yelled at him and for a second you watched Thor's eyes flickering with an emotion you couldn't describe but then he was enraged again.

"He's my brother you bastard..now back off or this whore of yours is going to die"

Odin chuckled as Thor threatened him.

"I cannot believe that you're my own, can't even make an excuse for you"

Natasha saw that Thor was distracted so she elbowed him in the stomach and the gun slipped from his hand, she picked it up immediately and pointed it towards Thor. That's not what you all needed, you were all going to die here and you feared nobody would be able to find what even happened to all of you.

"That's my girl, still as feisty as I remember" Odin walked towards her and hugged her, she smiled as she hugged him back but Odin took the gun from her and then he slapped her hard, it didn't shock you though. He was a psychopath that didn't give a shit about anyone.

"Worthless whore, got caught by that moron, you told him about the place didn't you?" she started to cry as he questioned her.

"None of you possess the quality to live in Asgard, none of you" Clint got offended by Odin's words and Loki used the opportunity to twist the gun away from his own head, you heard the gunshot roaring, your heart almost leaped out of your mouth but you had nothing to worry about, the angle of the gun accidentally shot the other minion James.

The havoc was enough for Thor to charge at Odin and Loki had managed to disarm Clint. You saw them hurting those men the way they had hurt them all these years, you didn't even want justice anymore, you all should have gotten it all those years ago but you didn't. Loki and Thor took turns with Odin and Clint, all that anger and frustration, years worth of pain that they have suffered was enough to keep them going.

You flinched as you heard another bullet firing, Loki had managed to shoot Clint while Thor tackled Odin all by himself, Loki walked towards you to get you out of the binds, he untied your hands and legs as quickly as he could.

"Lokii you're bleeding so much" you cried so he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

"Hold on for me baby okay, just hold on" he mumbled softly, he was asking you to hold on even though it was his life in danger here..

"Enoughhhh...just stoppp ..enoughhh" you heard Natasha's voice amidst all the commotion and it made you look in her direction, nobody was watching her and she had gotten the chance to grab the gun that Odin had dropped between the fight. Odin smiled and he was about to walk towards her but she shot him, right in the chest, right where the heart should be. Too bad he didn't have any.

She fell down on her knees as Odin collapsed, his lifeless body made you happier than anything else could have at the moment.

"Why did you do that?" Loki asked her, he was confused by her actions.

"I'm done..I'm done with all of you..I just want to go back to my son, it's done. It's over okayyyy? Okayyy?" She screamed her words as she cried profusely.

"I just want to move onn please"

A few minutes later Steve arrived with a bunch of cops as well as the ambulance, you probably would have rejoiced all of their deaths if it wasn't for Loki who was barely alive himself.

"There's a child drugged and tied up deep into the cave, get her out ..pleasee" Loki informed Steve before they laid him down on the stretcher to take him to the hospital.

"Keep talking to me okay..please keep looking at me" you whispered softly as you sat by his side, they were taking him to the nearest hospital but it was still far, Odin had taken you both so far out of the city.

"I love you sweet buttons, you know i love you right? I'll always…love you ..even if I'm not here ..I'll continue to love you" his voice came out so weak but his tone held the tenderness you had felt in the last few months, you cried as you heard him, life was getting better, you both were getting better with each other, especially him, he was finally getting the acceptance he craved all his life but those monsters couldn't let him have it.

"Stop talking like that please..please don't do th…I can't ..I can't do this without you"

"You can baby, you're the strongest girl, my best girl, I'm so proud of you..and I'm so sorry i failed again" you shook your head as he apologized, he was trying to say everything as if this was the last time he was talking to you. Thor started to sob like a child and that made you feel even worse.

"Heyyyy ..you fucking oaf, you're going to take care of her okay? Take care of yourself too while you're at it" he forced a chuckle as he spoke to Thor

"Shutup lokkkkiii, you'll be fine, stop being dramatic" Loki smiled as Thor said that then he turned to look at you again, you had his hand in yours and you felt him squeeze it tightly, as tightly as he could, he was starting to lose consciousness.

"Do the doc..umentary, tell them all about you…and do tell them about us yeah??" He whispered softly

"Please don't talk like that..Lolo please" you placed your head down on his chest and his eyes never stopped dripping.

He thought you were strong but you knew he was the only reason why you were still here, why you were able to move on with your life after your mother died, he was your hope for all those years when you didn't have him because you knew you'd get to see him someday but all of that will be gone if he would die today. Without him you'd never see the world the same way, you'd never see the light that only his presence could bring in your life.

"No matter what happens..it's going to be me and you for life okay? Never forget that, never forget meee sweet..heart"

That was the last thing you heard from him before he shut down completely, his grip on your hand loosened. His heart had finally stopped beating and so did yours, because he had your heart with him. It didn't even belong to you, it never really did. You watched Thor breaking down as the doctor tried to revive him but you couldn't even cry or react to his lifeless body, you felt numb.

He had your heart, he took it so you didn't know how you were supposed to go on without your heart. How does one do that?

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[ohtobeleah]

ToE

Jake Seresin drives an old 1992 Holden Rodeo when he’s in Aus with Amilia. It barely starts, it rattles like fuck and the gears get stuck more often than not when he shifts from first to second.

There a huntsman the size of his palm that lives in the passenger side sun visor but he knows well enough by now to leave it alone. He’s not hurting anyone. He doesn’t tell you it’s there.

The cab is rusted and the floor needs a good clean from the red clay that’s been stomped into the rubber floor mats but again he’s not fussed.

“Do you even know how to drive this thing!?” It may be the last thing you ever do, agreeing to go on a beer run to the local bottlo. Jake’s grinning ear to ear as he watched you clutch onto the roof handle for dear life as he swings around the roundabout. “Jake—!”

“Relax Fe, she’ll be right.” He can afford a better ute, but he doesn’t want one. It sits in the shed for three month stints when he’s back in San Diego.

“I can see why Amilia gave me that look of horror when I said I’d come with you—you drive like a maniac.” Jake chuckled at that, out of the two of them it’s Amilia who can’t drive to save herself. Jake usually drives when they’re together—he values his life and the life of others on the road.

“Took me a while to get the hang of the right side steering too.” You can’t help but to role your eyes as Jake pulls into the car park of the liquor land. “Alright we need a case of Great Northern, a six pack of Corona for Roo and a bottle of Gin for Oz.”

Jake Seresin is just so different when he’s in Australia than he is when he’s back in the states. It doesn’t matter where he is in the world though so long as his wife is by his side—so long as Amilia is around Jake is home. Home is where his heart is.

“Hey mate, how are ya?” You can hear the slight Aussie twang in his voice as he asked the eighteen year old kid staking shelves how he’s going. He loves Australia, he loves the culture and the laid back nature.

“Good man—this the sister you were talking about the other day?” Jake nods, watching as Sam stands from where he’d been crouched stacking the bottom shelf. “Nice to meet you, you’re brother here’s become a little bit of a local.” You shake the kids hands. “I’m Sam.”

“It’s nice to meet you Sam.” You smile softly. “And so I’ve heard.” You heard it from the older guys at the pub on Friday night. You’d heard it from the sweet old lady at the newsagents and the guy at the bakery who wouldn’t shut up about how Jake was just the best guy around. “I’m glad he’s made a home here for himself.”

“How’d you go in the rust bucket?” Sam asked with an all-knowing smirk smeared across his face as he looked over your shoulder and saw Jakes Rodeo in the car park. “That things held together by hopes and dreams.”

“And a few rolls of duct tape.” Jake adds as he rounds the corner with the slab of Great Northern on his shoulder. “She’s a walk in rego mate, as long as it still starts I’m gonna keep it around.” Sam scoffs in response and Jake tussles his hair. “You’re mother know you’re working late?”

“Sure does—“ Sam lived next door the the Fisher-Seresin household. He was a good kid. He confided in Jake a lot about things in life.

“She change your diper before you left the house too?”

“Yeah and your wife was there to kiss my ass when I didn’t kick up a fuss.” You couldn’t help but to laugh at the interaction, Jake would’ve been a good dad. The thought was forever in the back of your mind. He should have been a dad. Amilia should have been a mum.

“Speaking of my lovely wife, get me a bottle of Gordon’s and we’ll be outta here.”

You and Jake don’t stick around for much longer, he pays and tells Sam if he does end up needed a lift to call. Back in the car you can’t help but to ask.

“How come you and Amilia never ended up going through with that adoption?” Jakes too focused on shifting from first the second without grinding the gears as he drives with his knee and clips his seatbelt in to answer right away. But he answers. “You would’ve been a really good dad.”

“We didn’t get approved—“ It’s a hard topic but it’s the truth. “Fly in fly out work didn’t meet the criteria for stable living conditions.” Jake just kept driving, kept looking straight ahead. “But we’re fine with it, we weren’t meant to be parents Fe.” He shakes his head to will the idea from his mind. “Besides, we’ve got two beautiful nieces and two feral nephews that we’d die for.”

You leave it at that and decide that the suns far too bright for your liking. Jake can’t get the words out fast enough to stop you reaching up and out for the sun visor.

“Y/n Don’t—“ You feel your soul leave your body at the sight of it. It’s the biggest spider you’ve ever seen.

“Pull over before I jump out—“

***~***~***~***~***~***

Jakes Rodeo

[calamityardman]

i’m gonna gush about dead space remake for a second, i love the level of detail here, this ship is an OSHA nightmare and I’m so happy to be re-experiencing it.

there’s no story spoilers for the cut but i am gonna post environmental screenshots and yammer about the ship itself so

One of the things i adored about the original was the grunge, the rust, the reality of 62 years of continuous service, maintenance, and the usual level of corporate willingness to cut corners. Even before all hell breaks loose on the ship, this level of rust has been here for decades, at least.

This is from a fan grate, multiple slabs of steel to prevent people from walking into/something coming out of the gigantic-ass fan behind it, but it’s well engineered so that it’ll stay up. The fans themselves groan and creek while in operation and if you turn Isaac away sometimes you can hear the screech of overworked metal as your camera gets close to the fan.

like here, you can see rust on the fan rotor itself through the bars. The Ishimura’s maintenance logs show that things that are damaged and not working get dealt with, while things like routine maintenance seem to fall to the wayside as more and more big things start to fall apart. But the big things falling apart are 60 years old!! They were designed to last, built with a sturdiness that boomers speak out reverently when they say ‘they ain’t build em like they used to’.

But that level of good infrastructure design cuts corners still, with designs that clearly don’t care for people being near it. there’s an element of the Ishimura that is already pre-baked hostile to people because ultimately in Dead Space, people aren’t valued as much as the machines around them.

that’s a natural gas line that just goes into a fucking circuit board?? WITH A ‘HOT METAL’ warning?!

three still-kicking electrical switchboards stacked like fucking dominos? The ducts leaving to and from this insane electrical frankenstein’s monster are neatly spaced, curled to exact specifications, and neatly find their place within the steel walls of the Ishimura.

by contrast, the places where people walk are usually grates, cluttered with boxes of materials, and generally more cramped then even the space-saving efforts to place electrical infrastructure.

also while taking this screenshot the light flickered and just beautifully plunged the hall into darkness for me

Ducts just lay rolled out on the floor, crates of shit pushed into space where it can be found, further cramping the space people have to walk freely. The Ishimura feels like the carcass of a great whale, hollowed out to serve as equal parts home, workplace, and tomb but with enough infrastructure designed around the bones that it hides the fact.

i’m gonna keep gushing because i love dead space and this remake so maybe expect another of these

[the-whumpening]

The Caged Tiger | Part 2

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CW: violence, forced nudity, minor character “death,” dehumanization, medical whump, noncon bathing, blood, restraints, humiliation

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Sweat drips from Ash's brow, burning as it glides down his eyelids and into his tear ducts. His breath is staggered and rough; he stumbles to his hands and knees, a dribble of saliva and blood trailing out of his mouth. Owen's torn, limp body lays before him, sword still in hand.

"You're still holding back, aren't you?" Ozmund asks as he enters the dingy pit. With an easy wave of his hand, Owen's wounds stitch together, and he gasps back to life. Ash, too, is healed of his injuries; he can feel his energy and strength returning in an instant.

“Man!” Owen groans, “That never stops hurting! How many more times do we have to do this today, Oz? Personally, I think three deaths in one day is a lot.”

Although Ash is no stranger to death, killing Owen again and again, watching him being revived each time, is unnerving in ways he never imagined. Necromancy never sat quite right with him to begin with, but this . . . He can feel it in himself already—a hollowness that grows each time he’s healed and set upon his prey once more. It isn’t a cold detachment, blind to the pain they both experience, but rather a desolate ache. Something gets left behind, though he’s not quite sure what.

Ozmund glares at Owen, then consults the notebook he always carries with him. Snapping it shut, he sighs, “I suppose this will work for a baseline. Fine. Make yourself useful and start some tea, then. I’ll be in the lab for a while. Oh, and send down Faye—I’ll need her assistance.”

A shimmer of magic binds Ash’s hands, and an invisible force holds the chain around his neck, leading him like a dog behind Ozmund. He silently follows the winding halls, his head hung low and hair still matted with sweat. Each quiet fall of his bare feet thuds in his ears and keeps rhythm with his racing pulse.

Entering the lab, Ash is ushered against a wall, where his chain is latched to a ring mounted high in the stone. Unable to sit, he continues to stare holes into the floor, pulling his shoulders into himself as if to hide from view. Meanwhile, he can hear Ozmund bustling around the room, inspecting cabinets and drawers to pull out a few tools and arrange them on a stone slab table. Ash's anxiety builds as each piece is carefully lined up along the rest; his mind races wondering what Ozmund is planning.

He flinches as a timid knock on the door shatters the silence.

"Enter," Ozmund calls, still engrossed in his preparations.

Ash hesitantly glances up, finding a small, delicate elf carrying a tin wash basin filled with cleaning supplies. Although his pulse slows slightly seeing she's not a threat, a wave of humiliation takes its place as he realizes why she's there.

"Clean him up, please, Faye," Oz orders absently as he flips through pages in his notes. "Then we'll get measurements and vitals—the usual."

"Right away, sir," Faye replies. She smiles warmly at Ash, and he drops his gaze in response, his cheeks burning fiercely. Does she not know what he's up to? Does she just not care? Or maybe, Ash wonders as he notes the oak leaf pendant around her neck, she doesn't have a choice.

With deft efficiency, she empties her supplies from the tub and swiftly removes Ash's soiled clothes. His face reddens—even the tips of his ears flush bright pink. A distant instinct wants to cover himself with his tail, but he remembers with mounting shame that it's no longer there. Faye places the basin at his feet, and he steps in.

He could have lived with the humiliation of being stripped and bathed by a stranger, naked and shivering in the dungeon-like laboratory—embarrassed, certainly, but he could have dealt with that indignity. But to his dismay, Ozmund looks up from his notes at just that moment. Hot stinging tears burn at the corners of Ash's eyes; he tucks his chin deep in his shoulder to hide his face as Ozmund steps closer, arms folded, to observe.

“So,” Ozmund’s voice, clinical and clear, echoes through the room. Ash grits his teeth. “It seems a lot has changed since we last met. No stripes, no tail, no cat ears—I’d hardly call you a tiger at all. That eye is new as well.”

The creature dwelling behind Ash’s eye stirs, watching Ozmund with intense curiosity and whispering indecipherably. You’re still here? Ash reaches out mentally. Although it doesn’t reply, he can feel a kind of confirmation. Somehow, Hsa’s presence makes him feel a little less alone.

Impatient, Ozmund huffs. “Pardon the phrasing—that was a question. How exactly did this happen?”

Ash says nothing.

“Some magical transaction? Or is this a part of your life cycle?”

Still, Ash remains silent, his lips pressed in a tight line.

“Not that you’d understand, but this is important data,” Ozmund snipes. “Your dear sister and brother both exhibited transformations like this. It’s truly a shame I haven’t been able to study your eldest brother . . . yet, anyway. Still, three out of four isn’t bad.”

His stomach churns and bile rises in his throat—he’s done this to Kitara and Nino as well? I remembered her mentioning something about him, but . . . He’s grateful at the moment for Faye, who stands on a stool to clean his face and hair, blocking Ozmund’s view. An errant tear slips out of his eye, and she gives a pitying smile as she wipes it away. His shivering muscles feel suddenly on fire, shaking from white-hot rage. He clenches his jaw even tighter against the bitter, acidic taste on his tongue; don’t do this—don’t let him get to you.

“Fine, then. I’ll find out one way or another.” He wanders to the table, grabbing his book and supplies. “I like you better silent, anyway.”

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 14:

"Feed me poison, fill me 'till I drown."

Flare | water inhalation | "Just hold on." 

Fandom: Owl House

Prompts used: All

This once again is in the 'who the frick knows' timeline. Where I move things to fit my needs. It's before the day of Unity Fight, but Hunter gets on their side earlier on… yeah idk. :) I kinda wanted to parallel the battle they had in the human realm in season 3, cause ya know *°•☆trauma☆•°*

TW for drowning

…

Luz pretends she's an open book. She smiles and laughs and puts herself out there like the heart on her sleeve is more than just an illusion. She can pretend everything is fine, that nothing happened ever-

Until she cant.

She stares at the chaos around her, wonders what she should have changed to fix it. Her feet feel numb while the rest of her tingles unpleasantly, she wonders if it will ever fade back to normal or if it's a side effect of being turned to stone. She thinks of Eda, and how that had almost been her fate once, she wonders where she is now. 

A shout reaches her ears before someone crashes into her, when she opens her eyes again she's across the room, a pile of rubble where she once stood.

"What are you doing!? We need to get out of here!" 

"Hunter? Where's everyone else?" Luz duct tapes her spiraling mind together, she's fine.

"They're getting everyone else to safety. I don't know what you've been doing, but we need to get out of here before Belos finds us!" Hunter tugs her along, FlapJack sitting himself on Luz's head. 

Luz can't let Belos see Hunter, she needed to get him out of here, Belos was crazy. She stumbles over her legs but pushes on, they needed to-

"Oh Luzura, we weren't finished yet." That irritating, spine tingling, voice echoes across the space. 

"Miércoles." Luz mutters, pushing Hunter out of the way of a stabby slimy limb. 

"Maybe we should invite your friends-" 

"You won't touch them!" Luz stands in front of Hunter's fallen form, the former Golden Guard still staring at the hole where he'd once stood.

"Oh but they are in my way, why should I spare the traitors?" Belos floats closer, golden robes fluttering behind him, mask still chipped from her hit in their earlier fight. 

"You can feed me poison, fill me 'till I drown in it, but if you hurt my friends, it's over." Luz knows she can't beat him, knows that she helped him get to where he is, but she won't stand by and let something happen to her friends.

"I see. Well, I'm afraid we'll have to revisit this at a later date then Human. When youre more… mallable to my cause. Im sure you'll see things my way then." Its the only warning they get before he slams his spikes into the ground in front of them, the slab theyre on flinging them into the air. 

Luz chokes on her scream as she reaches for Hunter. FlapJack reaches him first, much to her relief, Hunter able to cling to the palisman turned staff and orient himself. Luz watches him shrink above her, looking over her shoulder to see what her demise might be. The foggy waters of a lake are steadily getting closer, she wonders if its swampy/bog water or boiling like the seas, and which would be worse. She wonders if its even deep enough to keep her from splattering apart and joining the liquid. Or maybe its not even a liquid or water, its the Boiling Isles, it could be anything.

She looks back up, seeing Hunter making his way towards her, arm outstretched. Even with Flaps teleportation magic, Luz is falling too fast. She braces herself the best someone falling to what could be there doom can, squeezes her eyes closed and takes a deep breath- 

Like getting slammed into solid concrete by a truck. The breath is forced from her lungs, tingling sensations run down her spine all the way to her toes in waves of numbness to pain, shes surrounded slowly by the lake water unable to get her body to cooperate as her head spins on a stiff neck. She stares through murky water as the light fades away, limp limbs swaying above her. Her lungs ache in a way shes never had, like the thought of her diaphram contracting is the silliest thing its ever heard and would much rather stay a deflated bloom, but dang does she need air- 

A short breath, she chokes as thick liquid invades her nose and mouth, small contractions of the muscles still willing to work as she fights to remove the water and find air. But she is no fish… soon she will be nothing at all. Her eyes slip closed. 

Hunter curses every single thing he can think of as he pushes FlapJack as fast as he'll go. He was utterly useless in that fight, one look at Belos and he'd frozen up, how was he supposed to protect these people if he couldnt even- he plunges into the water without a second thought, eyes squinted as he follows the bubbles down to Luz's limp form. He wraps a careful arm around her back, pulling them all to the surface. 

"Luz, Luz wake up," he sputters water and wipes his eyes clear as he frazzedly looks over Luz's unmoving form. "Come on, just hold on, y-youre gonna be okay!" He quickly searches her jacket, pulling out soaked glyphs, quick to do what he remembers her doing. 

A fireball to the sky, exploding in brilliant light, a fire made nearbye for warmth, carefully rolling Luz onto her back he braces himself before pushing down on her abdomen, right below her sternum. He cant say he knows what he's doing, but this is the section of the body you push on to help someone whos choking, if it doesn't work-

After only a few pushes shes convulsing and he quickly pushes her onto her side as water- and whatever else- is expelled. He cant help the choked sound of relief he makes, holding her steady as she disolves into a fit of coughs. 

"Oh thank the Titan." FlapJack tweets his agreement pecking at the humans hand. 

She either doesnt notice or doesnt care, soaked hair curling into her face and hiding it from Hunters view, her coughing has finally died down, shivers wracking her form as she slumps into Hunters hold. 

"Luz?" 

"'M'okay." She looks up at Hunter, eyes wet and lip wobbling.

Something hits Hunter then, a passing thought solidifing before his eyes. 

For all of Luz's joking and poking and prodding, she is still a kid. A kid who apparently just faced Hunters worst nightmare, and probably almost died at least twice. Not to mention every other thing she'd faced since stepping into this world shes now stranded in. 

"We'll get through this." He says it with as much determination as he can muster, just as shadows fall over them from the sky. 

They both tense automatically, Luz's trembling hand already drawing a circle in the mud forming beneath their soaked forms, and Hunters hand outstretched for FlapJack. 

"Luz! Hunter!" Several voices reach their ears, familiar and concerned and the two relax. 

For the secrets the two share, they forget sometimes that they are not alone. It may just take a minute for them to learn what sharing burdens actually meant.

[the-river-is-right-there-chopper]

DIY Hovercraft debrief

- Hardware: A-

Even with basic skirt design, performance is okay on concrete. By moving the entire rear propeller to steer instead of having a rudder, the hovercraft demonstrates great agility. Reusing the same electronic speed controller, brushless DC motor and propeller models for both thrust and skirt inflation modules simplifies the build process. Based on an expanded polistyrene slab, with trash bag skirt, motors mounted on 2x4 wood planks, (the rear one bolted to a steel angle glued directly to the servo horn), and with a cardboard duct to direct air towards the front propeller, with the front mounted (for balance) battery the hovercraft has the smallest number of parts necessary to function

(additionally matching wood and cardboard colors along with yellowish foam/blue skirt proves a simple but eye pleasing color scheme)

- Software: F

This thing does what it wants and, since I didn't try implementing an AI driver, this is NOT a good thing

[wanderingpen]

Okay, so there's a few posts around tumblr about how Dabi's vision probably sucks ass because his tear ducts are burnt shut and his big Rei eyes are all squinty now. So I propose Hori gives him glasses at the end of the manga. (And probably a shit ton of other disability aids because he's probably going to need them if he gets outta this alive)

I'm imagining that Fuyumi notices first, because she has glasses and probably recognizes her brother's behaviors as "oh he can't see shit", so she recommends he get a vision test done.

Dabi's not too keen on more people poking and prodding him, but Natsuo and Sako say they'll go with him and kill stop anyone who tries anything, if only for his anxiety. The eye Doctor that's there when they go is in for a very interesting day.

So Dabi finds out that yes, he is nearsighted and needs glasses. Okay, that's easy enough to get with his Dad's money, but Dabi doesn't realize just how little he can actually see until he puts them on. He can see his brother all grown up and his father figure properly for the first time and something in him just snaps and he bursts into bloody tears.

The doctor decides at that moment that maaaybe Dabi needs more than an eye exam, and goes through a whole process of showing Dabi some options like moisture chamber glasses or silicone plugs, but they eventually figure out that Dabi literally cannot create tears, so those would be useless.

And Dabi can see. He can see the League for the first time, see the pattern of Shuichi's scales and the little flecks of gold in Toga's eyes and the texture of Tenko's skin and his little mole. He can see his own scar texture too, without it being a blurry purple slab. He can see the way Shouto has pieces of red hair in the white and vise-versa, he can see the way his staples dig into his skin, he can see the slight off-colored white in Natsuo's hair from where he bleaches the red away.

He forgets his glasses a lot in the beginning, breaking them or melting them accidently or just leaving them by his bed. They annoy him sometimes too, when they don't work with his staples or when they leave a mark on his nose or get caught in his ear piercings. But Fuyumi helps him come up with a design that he likes, that doesn't get caught anywhere and has little blue flames along the side just for fun because it's his power and haha Shouto had a field day with that.

Of course, his vision still isn't perfect even with the glasses, because his eyes are a little too screwed up, but Aizawa recommends some good eye drop brands that he uses and that makes them itch a little less, if nothing else.

But Dabi's okay with his vision being a little screwed up. He can see both of his family's, he can see the world, and that's enough for him.

[fruitzbat]

the first thing I bought for this house was my current desk, which charmed me due to its roll top and its cheerful pine finish that would match the wooden floors and door in my office perfectly. what charmed me less was that i discovered that the man I bought it from had "restored" the tambour with...duct tape, so of course once I unwrapped it and he was halfway home I reached back to roll the top down and was like "tape must be stuck to the back from when he packaged it!" and freed her and, of course, half of the beautiful slats fell out.

no matter, said I; I'll put my laptop up on the platform over her lovely arched cover. but I am quite short, and it seems that my laptop is a little too high in that setup.

and it's a great slab of wood up top that's borderline impossible to find in a shop and I would HATE to buy a second desk just to use half of it; I'm thinking about asking a carpenter to just...remove the rolltop element and lower the platform that my laptop was sitting on, so it'd just be a pedestal desk with some moderate shelving on the back.

the desk in question (seller's pictures. long story but my office currently looks like it exploded):

[crimson--corvid]

Three and a half months ago...

The cold, bitter air of the night by the sea pierced its skin, not that the chill could sink its teeth into the Beast's undead flesh. Blackened, talon like fingers gripped the concrete slab facade of the Seaside Casino, Elysium to Kindred and home to Prince Novak of New Jersey. Its sole target. Its mind could think of nothing more than finding him, dethroning him, and ending him.

Somewhere inside of it, something small cried for it all to end. The thoughts of Zsasz's compelled face mixed with the lifeless and bloody Leo, both ghouls he had lost his control around. Guilt pressed at the bars of the mental cage he was locked within, but did little to free him from the clutches of his own beastiality.

Things were different this time, as it crawled its way up the side of the building, out of sight from the guards and ghouls patrolling the large casino grounds. His Beast had been calculating, conniving, unruly, and authoritarian in his previous bouts of frenzy, but since the diablerie of Knight Commander Cooper, his mind had...changed. He had taken in parts of the wicked hunter's soul, as well as his Strigoi powers, and now, his Beast was wicked and cruel -- vicious and unpredictable. He was hopeless in controlling it this time, despite the decades of experience he'd accrued in his unlife.

It followed the air ducts along the rooftop of the casino, remembering the layout of the building from the inside. Novak's suite and office was located at the upper back of the post-modern architecture, with full-length windows overlooking the bay leading into Gotham City. A rather risky layout, given his deathly allergy to sunlight.

It navigated through the venting, slipping past the last barricade of trained staff and Kindred. Peering through the ventilation grates, it spotted guards touching their ear pieces, then walking away from their posts. Its hearing picked up on Novak's voice through the small, ear-sized speakers.

With the guards gone, it dropped down onto the floor in front of the double doors leading into the suite. It was ready to burst through the doors by force, but found them unlocked.

Novak waited inside, smile wide and flanked on either side by a ghoul, both freshly drained and in stupors. "Ruru!" Novak greeted with excitement in his voice, standing up and opening his arms wide. "I knew you'd be by. Say, you look a little different." He put a curled finger to his lips, which had curved into an impish smirk. "Have you been working out?"

"Novak..." it growled, voice guttural and rough."You stripped me of my right to fight my enemies." Teeth and fangs were bared as it continued, "You locked me away. HUMILIATED ME..." Every single moment of insult and injury to Ruairí's pride and family replayed in its thoughts, lacquered with a tinge of bitterness. All the destruction, all the death at its hands -- Novak was at the root of it.

The ghouls both roused from their stupefaction, blinking the bleariness from their eyes and looking in its direction. As soon as they saw its claws and fangs, they began to scoot away from Novak in caution.

Novak's expression persisted, unwavering in its taunting confidence. "Guilty as charged, but all with the best intentions." He clasped his hands together in a feigned pose of innocence.

It struggled against the sudden push of Ruairí's stubborn curiosity, relenting and asking, "Why?"

"Tell me, all this chaos you've wrought... Doesn't it just make you feel...alive again? You can sense it... The horizons are opening up into new futures. This much fury, boiling you away inside, and with such new power! I couldn't look away even if I wanted to!" His eyes widened with elation and joy as he gestured widely in Ruairí's direction. "I mean, look at you! Isn't this enlightening? Getting to look at your putrid soul from the outside in? I'm eating it up! You can't believe how bored I was before you came along."

It growled out a bellowing roar of discontent, "Rrrrrrrghhh you did this...out of boredom...?"

Novak looked somewhat disappointed that it hadn't caught on sooner. "My, my. You hadn't guessed? Yes! I want a return to the good old days!" He tossed his arms out again, taking a few steps backward and toward the full length window behind him. "I want war. I want the blood of kindred and kine alike pooling in the streets! Think of it! Reshaping New Jersey again and again and again! Never a dull moment!" He tipped his head down into a devilish grin, yellow eyes peering at the Beast before him. "So come on, let's get this started. Or do you need me to go further? I could kill a ghoul or two. Or perhaps even track down that fling in Bristol."

The rage and fury of insult sank into its mind, clouding all else behind a wall of red, unbridled monstrosity. It tucked down into a crouch, ready to pounce, but he fought from within to try and stop it. It would give in. It would give Novak exactly what he wanted. It would start a war.

"Come on, Red Raven... Live up to your tales..." Novak said lowly, enticing and taunting. After a second more, he repeated, shouting out, "COME ON."

Feet pushed off the ground in a single, huge leap, and it tackled Novak at the waist. The two ghouls dove away, their screams merely distant echoes in its furious mind. Novak's back crashed through the glass of the windows, and the two of them burst out into the August night air, plummeting down into the waters below.

As they fell, lights of the night reflecting off the shards of glass all around them like stars, his mind began to clear, and he was at the forefront again. A memory came to mind. A note, written on a piece of paper and tucked against his chest for travel to the states from Bristol.

"You have a lovely soul, Ruairí Byrne. Try not to lose it..."

Present Day...

Two men emerged from a black coupe parked by the Gotham riverbank, dressed in nice suits and wearing sunglasses in the already dark night. "Damn. Never thought we'd be doin' Tony," the one in blue said with a scoff.

"Right?" replied the one in maroon, "Seemed like he'd fit right in. But no one steals from the Black Mask." He popped the trunk, where a lumpy rolled up rug had been bound with nylon rope and stuffed.

"Good riddance."

They each took a hold of one end of the rug, waddling their way to the edge of the water. "The current's shit tonight!" Maroon grumbled out in exertion.

"Well it's a good thing no one's around. Tide'll grab him by mornin. Hurry up!" They swung the carpet like a long, heavy length of rope, then tossed it into the waters with an unceremonious sploosh. "Goodnight, ya son of a bitch." Blue panted, resting his hands against his knees. "Why'd he have to be such a fat fuck, ey Pau--" As he stood and looked to where Maroon had been, there was nothing but a loafer in the mud. "... Pauly?"

Two sets of black talons gripped around Blue's face, pulling him back into the shrubs with a scream that cut abruptly off into silence.

Two fresh meals, now nearly empty and unconscious at his feet. It seemed as though the night welcomed him back with open arms.

ᴇ ɴ ᴅ.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Royal Diaries - Chapter 6

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Pairings: Boba Fett x OC (Cinderella), Din Djarin x OC (Snow White)

Rating: T

Warnings:  Being electrocuted, whipped, duel, implied killings, I think that’s it. If I miss any please let me know

Word count: 5,902

Authors’ Note: Hello lovelies,

Man it’s so awesome to be back and writing, I am sooooo sorry I wasn’t able to upload anything in October, but it was a really rough month for me. I had a migraine practically everyday, and I still had to go to work. It got so bad that at one point I had to go to the ER because none of my meds were doing anything. I’ve missed you all and love oo.

I am currently working on SOTF (Sins of the Father) and hoping to upload in two weeks, this is the longest I’ve going without updating any of my stories without being on hiatus and it’s killing me. Thank you for bearing with me in the meantime. Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being an amazing writing partner. LOVE OO.

Drawing done by @imabeautifulbutterfly

Cinderella’s eyes focused on the carbonite, her sister’s face was still as beautiful as she remembered. She couldn’t see the full hall below from her vantage point, one thing was definitely sure, they were outnumbered at least ten to one.

“How many guards do you guys figure?”

Din leaned over trying to get an estimate, he could see the outline of a further five tables each looked packed, “Well if the tables I’m seeing are as big as the ones in view right now, I’m thinking at least 80 maybe 95 Crimson Dawners down there.”

“I would think more” Boba interjected, “Those are the ones that can be seen, what about those that can’t. I’m going to say at least 50.”

“Either way, we’re outnumbered” Cinderella’s eyes took in every aspect before she settled herself down against the barrier, “We’ll have to plan this out carefully, otherwise it could mean the end for all of us.”

Diary of Cinderella D’arbav of Mandalore

If I had known those words would’ve led us to the predicament we now found ourselves in, I would’ve kept my mouth shut. As wonderful as Boba is, and as astonishing as Mand’alor Djarin is, neither of them expected for things to go so wrong. Our plan was to wait till the partying had died down, and most went to their sleep cycle. With most off-duty, moving about the compound should have been easier.

The three of us split up, I hid myself in the air ducts, using them to move me closer towards Snow’s slab, while Din and Boba moved through the hallways, sticking to the shadows. Our goal was to limit the body count as much as possible, keeping our presence as close to invisible as possible.

Everything was going great, and yet in a moment that I live over and over again in my head, someone tripped an alarm. Who it was? Where it was tripped from? I hadn’t the foggiest ideas. All I could do was wait and watch from my spot, there was nothing I could do as twenty guards took Boba into custody after mowing down thirteen of their own guards, and Din had another fifteen guards escorting him after he took down fifteen of their own men.

Great! Now what do I do? Either way I needed to make a decision, either I continue on the original plan to retrieve Snow or I do what I can to save Boba and Din. Do I stay or do I go?

As much as Cinderella wanted to go after Boba and Din at that very moment, truth of the matter was, she only had a limited time to rescue Snow before the rest of the guards came looking for her. Although, Cinderella knew those two would’ve rather endured torture before giving away her position.

She finally made it to the dining hall, where Qi’ra’s throne was; it had been emptied. At that moment, it struck her, she hadn’t seen a guard for a good twenty minutes; although she didn’t see anyone she lowered herself down from the air duct careful of every noise and movement around her.

It wasn’t long before she was standing in front of Snow’s carbonite form, she was dismayed yet relieved to see her sister’s face, she looked calm, peaceful even. Her helmet held carefully in her hands, despite it being covered in the dark grey carbonite, Cinderella could still see her famous blue, red and golden design, her sister spent days planning and painting. She could even see spots where Snow’s armour peering out amongst the cold carbonite. 

Cinderella looked at the vitals on the display readout on the side of the carbonite, everything was still in the green. Snow’s heartbeat, pulse, brain function, everything was normal. Cinder’s eyes focused on the readout that stated duration in carbonite, it read 6 years, 9 months, 23 days. She closed her eyes, knowing this hellish prison Snow was trapped in for so long was no one else’s fault but Cinderella’s own. The guilt she felt began to overwhelm, and it would’ve caused her to shut down, had it not been for the realization she still need to get her out of there, she quickly rested her head against the side of the carbonite thanking the maker she had finally found Snow.

Cinderella moved methodically and efficiently as she examined every inch of the carbonite, making sure there was no trigger or booby-trap set to alert anyone if she removed Snow from her perch. It took her longer than she wanted but pretty soon she was able to lower Snow and get the carbonite’s hover system operational.

She wanted to wake her up right there and then however there were a number of issues with that idea. First, Snow’s health when she came out of carbonite. She wouldn’t be able to guarantee her sister would make it, and she didn’t want to risk her health any more than absolutely necessary. Second, between transporting Snow and finding the other two twiddle dees, she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Snow to the degree she wished. She needed to store her sister somewhere safe first, she could hide her on Boba’s ship, unfortunately, at the present time it was surrounded by Crimson Dawners.

Her only option would be to hide her somewhere, she wouldn’t be easily discovered. Cinderella, remembered Din mentioning he had passed a storage room that contained empty carbonite containers, she always remembered her father used to say, ‘Nothing works as well as hiding beskar amongst polished durasteel, only the wise can find the true treasure.’

She inched her way along the corridor, the lack of guards was really starting to concern her. It was one thing to see the occasional guards here and there, but to see no guards, not even the hint of a guard, could only mean Boba and Din were in danger. Cinderella worked quickly to make sure Snow was properly stored away and hidden. As much as she didn’t want to leave her sister, she needed to get back to the two dummies who had somehow managed to get themselves captured.

Leave it to Mandalorians to hold a duel just as soon as they have a moment to deal with their intruders. Diary I’m sure you would’ve been just as shocked as I was, when I came upon an arena filled to the brim with observers, all chanting in one voice ‘Long Live Lady Qi’ra,’ followed in quick succession with ‘Rise New Mand’alor’, I guess if you have a chance at the darksaber, you take any opportunity that’s presented, regardless of how impractical it could be. 

Cinderella climbed higher to get a better vantage point, hoping to truly see who was down there with Qi’ra.

The petite woman may have appeared sweet and innocent, but in truth she was more skilled and vicious than any viper. There were rumours about her previous masters and the training she received. Watching her fight in the arena, clearly showed the rumours surrounding her train were accurate, her training leaked through with every thrust of her sword, every parry, every time she blocked one of the darksaber's attacks. She was aggressive, defiant, and brilliant display of fury and beauty.

Cinderella watched as Qi’ra’s and Djarin’s swords clashed again and again, each time they met their swords whistled and sang adding to the noise from the spectators. The growing pandemonium began to shake the very foundation of the arena, yet no one seemed alarmed.

Unable to do anything, she watched as Din avoided Qi’ra’s attacks relentlessly, he looked as though every movement was a struggle, as if the darksaber grew heavier with each swing he took. In a moment, where Din seemed exhausted, Qi’ra managed to land a blow against the darksaber, the impact clearly took a toll on the Mand’alor. Yet, he found his footing and regained his strength.

Cinder’s eyes shifted from Din and found the familiar green Mandalorian armour she had grown to love in the past month and a half. Her eyes locked on his visor, although he couldn’t see her, she could see how much he hated watching Djarin in the ring with Qi’ra. Boba’s hands clenched against his arms, if his fists tightened anymore, his gloves would easily tear. She wanted to comfort him, to be there holding his hands, but now was not the time.

Watching Djarin standing his ground made me respect him a little more, even if it showed that he really didn’t know what he was doing with that sword. It looked like the sabre was fighting against him with each step he took and clearly he was losing against the darksaber. The times I’d seen Snow practice with the sabre she was smooth, it appeared as an extension of her body, never once did it seem that she had to fight it to obey her. Maybe the issue was Din and not the sword itself, the only one who could help him was stuck in carbonite, no doubt when Snow wakes up, she’d be willing to help the bumbling idiot understand how to use the sword as it was meant to … well maybe. 

Din was getting more and more annoyed at Qi’ra, she was smaller and quicker on her feet than he had expected, it almost felt she was trained by several different masters, yet she masterfully combined their teachings into her own style. If it wasn’t throwing him off, he would’ve been impressed with her skills, yet there was something odd about her sword that made her strikes harder than it should’ve been. 

Cinderella watched from the rafters, keeping her eyes on Qi’ra, she noticed every so often her thumb and forefinger seemed to move over her hilt, tapping in certain spots. She focused on the hilt of her sword, when she realized there was some sort of battery pack attached to it, what it did was anyone’s guess.

Feeling utterly helpless and useless, Cinderella watched as Qi’ra made one final move thrusting her sword into Djarin’s side. She could feel her breath leave her as he dodged Qi’ra’s strike just in time, knocking her sword out of her hand.

Judging by the silence filling the arena, the crowd clearly weren’t expecting to see their leader defeated. However, she wasn’t giving up so easily. Cinderella watched in horror as three guards came up behind Djarin, a vibro-whip came unfurling out from beside each of them, without warning all three electrocuted him while his back was towards them.

Din got the wind knocked out of him as he felt thousands of volts coursing through his body, he fell to his knees without hesitation, his strength and endurance evaporated when he saw Qi’ra’s sword fly out of her hand. His chest tightened as he tried to regulate his breathing, his heart was pounding in his ears as the blood coursed through faster and faster, he felt his nerves jittering and jumping from the electricity still flowing through his body. Just as he was about to regain his strength he felt a sharp sting along his side, across the back of his legs, with each sting the tightness in his heart and the pounding in his ear increased. Before long he started seeing black spots, until his visioned darkened completely.

Boba watched from the side lines, his hands clenched against his sides as he saw the Mand’alor being cheated and treated disrespectfully. He won the duel fair and square but that wasn’t good enough for the likes of these so called Mandalorians. He watched helplessly from the side as they continued to whip Djarin, even though all indications were he was unconscious. Boba had a great deal of respect for the Mand’alor. In fact, he viewed him as his brother; a more legitimate brother than all those clones, who’d call each other vod pretending to form some form of familial sentiment.

The burning anger within him, made him want to rush out there and deal with those guards. Yet, he knew, if he did it would mean certain death for the both of them. Right now, they needed to endure until they could get away. There wasn’t much for Boba to do, except watch as Qi’ra stood from where she fell, wiping off the dust in the most nonchalant way possible as she strolled over to the unconscious Din, slowly lowering herself as she yanked the darksaber from his clutched hand. Her actions were contradictory in every sense of the word, she exuded charm and lady-like behaviour, yet her mannerisms were crude and rough.

She examined it carefully, slowly raising till she stood tall and proud. Watching the spectators carefully for their reaction, she thrusted her hand in the air displaying the sword as some would-be victor. The crowd roared and stomped their feet against the ground, causing a gigantic uproarious cheer of support to the woman who cheated in order to achieve the mantle of Mand’alor.

I was absolutely and utterly disgusted by this low act of Lady Qi’ra, a true Mandalorian, a true ruler of Mandalore would honour the act of defeat. To lose in battle to an opponent that is stronger, wiser, faster than you is an honour all Mandalorians hold dear. However, she betrayed that loss and took it upon herself to betray the duel and claim the darksaber for herself as though she was the true victor. Although, I may not fully be on board with Djarin being Mand’alor, he won the darksaber fair and square. He has more than earned the right to be the Mand’alor, I vow, I’ll make sure to retrieve the darksaber for him, for the true ruler of Mandalore.

Cinder watched as the spectators all headed towards their quarters, while Lady Qi’ra headed towards a lift that took her away from everyone, she lived in the highest tower, no doubt a penthouse filled to the brim with security measures and personnel.

She focused her attention back on Boba and Din, watching as they dragged the unconscious Din away, followed by the well guarded Boba. His hands still clenched by his side, Cinderella wanted to reach out and hold his hand, help him relax, him to realize that they weren’t out of options. Watching them being taken away made her stomach tighten, that was her family. She was going to get them back.

Cinder debated for a second who to go to first, Lady Qi’ra to retrieve the darksaber or to her travelling companions; before she even realized her mind had made a decision, her feet were guiding her to where she needed to go. She was light on her feet, as she made down the corridor taking out any guard who happened to pass her path and disposing of their body in a storage closet nearby, hoping to keep things quiet for as long as possible, the time for diplomacy was over, they dared to touch her family and she was going to make them pay.

“Djarin, you awake?” Boba called over to the younger Mandalorian, they needed to find a way out of there, the sooner the better. Despite how much pain he was probably in, and how much he didn’t want to exasperate his injuries what they need … what Boba needed was for Djarin to wake up, so they could find his little one as soon as possible.

Thankfully, it seemed the guards were completely unaware of Cinderella, that knowledge was the only thing that was giving him peace of mind.

Regardless of their circumstances, they still needed to find a way to get out of their cells, find Cinder, get the carbonite back to his ship and then get the hell out of Crimson Dawns territory.

“Din, answer me” his patience was running out, he felt like a trapped animal losing his mind with each passing second. Boba heard a barely audible whimper. “Djarin, can you hear me?” There was a sound of another painful whine, before Boba heard a shift.

“Hey! Mand’alor, need you to wake up vod. Come on”

“Hmmm” Din mumbled an answer, as his head screamed in pain from the massive migraine he was suffering from; it felt as though his brain was being pressed against his skull, as the throbbing reared him back into consciousness.

“Djarin. Jaha. Laam.” (Wake up)

“Mmm-yeahhhh”

“Aya’yida!” (Call to attention)

“Yeah” he groaned out, “I’m here.” His whole body was now screaming in pain, there were parts of his back, his sides and even his lower legs that seemed to be particularly in a lot of pain. All he could want at that moment was a tank of bacta, just to rest and recuperate, however the concrete ceiling reminded him this wasn’t the place to let his guard down.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I was beaten within an inch of my life”

“That’s how it looked like” silence filled the two cells, there wasn’t much else they could do. Boba didn’t have any bacta on him, that was confiscated along with their vambraces and weapons, even their jet packs were taken. After a moment of pure silence, he thought he heard the sounds of snoring coming from Din’s cell. “HEY! WAKE UP!”

“I’m up … just groggy.”

“Well stand up, get to your feet. It’ll help.”

“You really know how to show compassion don’t you” Din groaned out as he shifted in his spot.

“Finally, I get a real response from you.”

“I apologize that my unconsciousness seemed to have put a damper on your boredom.”

“Listen here, we wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for your poorly executed attempt to quell the merc that was on my ship.”

“Excuse me, I did that to save your companion”

“My companion would’ve been able to deal with that man in a lot more efficient way compared to you.”

“Hold up, I didn’t kill that man, because the agreement was zero body count, it was only a matter of time before he woke up and stumbled his way to the interior of the compound for some help.”

“Fine, but you could have tied him up. Could have dumped his body in the hidden cargo hold.”

Din huffed out an irritated sigh as he slowly stood, attempting to find his footing underneath, “There wouldn’t have been a need to deal with that man if your companion learned how to tread more softly”

“She would’ve treaded more softly if someone hadn’t felt the need to fix up his armour before heading into battle and then not cleaning up his tools.”

“Well if she hadn’t been pestering me for the better part of a week and a half about how my armour needed tweaking, I wouldn’t have pulled out those tools to fix my armour.”

“If you had managed to actually maintain your armour, she wouldn’t have complained about it.”

“The only reason they found us and captured the both of us is because you led them right to me.”

“I did no such thing, you led them to me. I had managed to escape their notice, if you didn’t run into me, and get me captured along with you.”

“You know I did this as a favour to you! I don’t need to be here, fighting my way through pirates, and Jawas, and dealing with freaking Crimson Dawn. I could be at home with my son, instead of leaving his care to my aide.”

“Okay first of all, neither of us knew that he would take a ship back by himself from the Jedi; and need I remind you that we both offered to get you a transport back, so you could be with your son.”

“Oh yeah, a transport, that’s a lot of fun. Having to make sure all my weaponry is intact and not missing when I arrive. Not to mention all the people you have to be squeezed in with. Thanks, but no thanks.

“Well then get your di’kutla head out of your sheb and deal with it.”

“You know the words you’re saying are truly touching, and just reach my heart oh so much…” Din wanted to bust through the door and punch Boba in the nose, if he really wasn’t angry more with himself for staying with them and not going immediately back to Tatooine to be with Grogu. Not to mention losing the sabre. And getting knocked out by two guards, because that no good cheating Qi’ra couldn’t handle losing, when that modulated voice cut through their bantering, “Now, are you two done?”

Both Djarin and Fett rushed to the tiny window provided for their cells, they could see a small figure sitting in a chair, they didn’t need to second guess who it was, it was as clear to them as anything.

“Took you long enough, little one” Boba’s heart jumped a little, he felt a cold rush of nerves run through his hands, his chest tightened, a cold sweat broke out down his spine, she was safe. He was grateful to not only hear her but see her as well.

“You going to get us out of here, Cindy” Din was glad to see she was alive, and appeared to be unharmed, but more than anything he was mostly irritated she was sitting there, her shoulders shaking, no doubt from laughing at their ridiculous banter.

“I don’t know” Cinder tapped the lip of her helmet, “I mean, it is quite enjoyable to see a couple work out their frustrations, and from what I heard it seems that you two were almost at the point, when we could really dive into what seems to be the problem.”

“Exactly how much time did you spend with Hondo, little one?” If Fett didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn it was Hondo sitting there mocking them and not Cinderella.

“Oh come on, cyare, you know I’m kidding.” She stood from her seat brushing off the imaginary dust, well maybe not necessarily imaginary considering all the ducts she was crawling through. “Well … do you want to get out of here, or just enjoy the vacation the two of you seem to be revelling in?”

“Cyar’ika you play a dangerous game” Boba wanted out of that hell hole so he could feel Cinderella in his arms, and reaffirm she was fine.

“Well then can you at least tell me who tripped the alarm, and how you guys ended up in here?”

“Oh cyar’ika, first let me explain that the Mand’alor here didn’t bother tying up the man he took down in the ship, which then led to him finding help. Not to mention if it wasn’t for the excellent sense of direction, Djarin over there has, we wouldn’t have even been caught.”

“Wait …” Cinderella smirked at the thought, “Are you telling me you are not to blame for this in any sense?”

“I’m not the one who couldn’t keep his eyes on his work”

“What are you saying over there Fett?” Djarin was about ready to bust the door down.

“Come on you know you were keeping your eyes on Snow more than on what you were doing”

“I was not!”

“And where were your eyes cyare?” Cinderella teased.

“I think you know exactly where my eyes were, cyar’ika”

“If you two are done flirting, I would like to get out of here” Din propped his raised hand out of the window, hoping to get Cinder’s attention. When all of a sudden he heard a familiar hum as the outline of the darksabre came between the door and wall, he stepped back watching as it sliced through the locks like it was butter. Before he even realized it, the door slid open.

Boba was standing there beside Cinderella, his helmet was in his hand a smirk on his face, he looked at Din’s confused stance as his visor focused on the darksaber that was in Cinderella’s hand. She couldn’t help grin under her helmet, “If you keep staring at her Djarin, you and I are going to have words” Boba’s voice came through loud and clear through his modulator.

“Don’t worry love, I’m sure he’s just wondering about this” she held up the darksaber as nonchalantly as possible, “We should probably get out of here though first.”

“We need to figure out how to get that carbonite out of here” Din spoke up, ignoring the mocking tone coming from the both of them.

“It’s okay Djarin, I already took care of her, we just need to get her to the ship and get out of here. Then you can stare at her all you want.”

“Shut up”

“I have an idea” Boba interjected, “however, first we need our weapons and vambraces, they also took my knee braces.”

“Pretty sure they’re over there” Cinderella motioned with her head to a hallway off to the left, “When I was trying to find you guys, I came across a room that had caches, more than likely that’s where they’ll be.”

No one said anything as they followed Boba towards the storage room, just as she estimated everything they were looking for was there, waiting to be returned to their owners. Within minutes all of them were back in full armour and heading towards the room Cinder had hid Snow. This time they were being ever more cautious taking there time to make sure they didn’t wind up back in that cell or having to face that woman.

“How did you get the sabre back?” Although they agreed to discuss this later, Din’s curiosity was getting the better of him.

“It wasn’t easy” Cinderella mumbled back as they neared the carbonite storage room.

“Care to expand on that, little one?”

She let out a sigh, clearly neither of them were going to let it go, “Let’s just say I saw an opportunity and I took it.” She moved forward making sure to keep them to the shadows, “This is the room, I’ll get her slab, you guys keep watch.”

“Yes, General” Boba saluted, as he watched Cinder go inside taking the lead, it made him warm all over seeing her take her rightful role. He glanced over to Din, he was still sluggish, and he’d been quite solemn since they left the cells, “You okay, vod?”

“Yeah”

“Wounds not hurting too much?”

“Ignoring it for now. I’ll take care of it when we’re back on the ship”

“Are you upset losing the sabre?”

“Never wanted it in the first place”

“But…”

“I don’t know … it’s just …” how could he explain clearly he felt like he let Snow down, he had never felt he deserved or even really knew how to be Mand’alor. However, having lost the sabre in the manner in which he did, really bothered him. He allowed them to get the best of him, to sneak up behind him and knock him out before they whipped him according to Boba and Cinder.

Before he could truly express what he felt, Cinderella came out with the carbonite slab hovering in front of her, “Alright boys, let’s go.”

Everything was going well, that was until they reached the garage, it seemed everyone and their cousin was guarding Boba’s ship. The three of them shifted over to several abandoned crates, well they appeared abandoned according to the amount of dirt piled on them. Cinderella righted the carbonite slowly and carefully making sure not to cause any noise and not to alert anyone to their position.

Din’s eyes kept focusing on Snow’s face, the pictures he had seen, the holovids, none of it did her justice by any shape or form. Her delicate features could be seen even through the carbon, she looked peaceful, serene, an angel frozen in time. He felt his heart skip a beat, as his eyes held on to her face for just a moment longer, hoping to keep that image in his mind.

“Hey!” Cinderella knocked Djarin’s helmet, “Focus!”

“She’s right, Djarin. We need you here.”

“I’m here” he focused his attention back to the garage, “I’m counting at least 30, maybe 45 guards”

“Not to mention the 20 that were in the break room over there” Cinderella motioned towards a door that slid close, “We’ll need to lock that room”

“Any way to get some of the guards into that room” Boba eyed the garage in front of them, determining where the greater security risk was, who would be the most dangerous guard to take out.

“I have an idea” Din offered, “However …” he turned his attention to Cinderella, “Do you think you can draw their attention?”

“Depending on the kind of attention you mean?”

“Get them to think their receiving a gift from Lady Qi’ra”

“Excuse me?” Boba’s tense voice spoke up before she had a chance to react, “Exactly what are you thinking?”

“We paint her armour, and get her to get all of them to go to the break room thinking they’re waiting for a gift from Lady Qi’ra, why? What were you thinking?”

“I’m not thinking anything”

“That’s clearly evident”

“Oh we’re going to start this again” Boba’s fist clenched by his side.

“Boys. Boys. Let us remember we can only stay here for so long before we’re found out. I don’t think we’ll have enough time for me to get their attention, but what if we used the PA system.”

“You think they have a PA system here?” Boba tilted his head at her.

“Or what if we capture one of them, and use their comms to trick them”

“That works, there’s a guard coming this way” Din’s visor focused on the smaller guard who seemed to be on edge, he nodded towards the other two indicating he would take the guard out. He shifted into position, readying himself when an alarm reached their ears.

It wasn’t a warning alarm, rather, some sort of reminder, they remained still, watching as half the crew exited the garage, leaving about 20 in the garage.

Diary,

I thought for sure we were cooked, but when the alarm sounded, and most of the guards exited the garage it was as though a breath of fresh air wafted through. It finally felt we could breathe, it didn’t take us long to make our escape, getting rid of those who stood in our way. We boarded the ship and exited Crimson Dawns territory, as quickly as Boba was able to input the hyperspace code.

“Cinder, can I offer a suggestion?”

She turned to look at Din, his armour was off and his movements were slow, clearly the injuries he had were affecting him now that the adrenaline had crashed.

“Before you make a suggestion” she focused back on Snow’s slab, “Did you apply any bacta on your wounds?”

Din was shocked by the concern, “What? You actually care?”

Cinderella made one final check on Snow, before turning her full attention to Din, “You helped me get my sister back, of course I care. Also …” she stepped closer to him, reaching behind her, pulling out the darksabre, holding out the handle to Din, “This actually belongs to you.”

“I lost it”

“It was stolen”

“During combat”

“After you had already won. Look, she cheated, got her goons to electrocute you, and then whip you, none of that says that she won it in fair combat. If anything it says she’s a petty pathetic woman who does not deserve to have all those people following her. You are it’s rightful owner, and the rightful ruler of Mand’alor.”

She took his hand placing the saber gently in it, closing his hands around the familiar handle. Once it was in his hand she took a step back, “I know I’ve teased, mocked and sometimes … okay I was downright rude to you, but truth of the matter is, I’ve been watching and observing you. You have a restraint that is needed in a leader. You stay true to your word. You are …” she cleared her throat, “You are a Mand’alor my sister would be proud of, and I know she’d want you to have this back.”

Din squeezed his hand around the handle, “Thank you” his eyes focused on the sabre that hadn’t been something he wanted, and yet now having it back made him realize how much he truly missed it. What it meant for him to have won it in the first place. He let out a huff, before focusing on Cinderella’s helmet, “You ever going to tell me how you got it back”

She shifted her head from side to side, “I will … eventually, but seeing how flustered you get not knowing just …” she laughed as she shifted from side to side, “oh it just fills me with joy.” She laughed once more as she turned her attention back to Snow, “Anyways, you came down here because you had a suggestion?”

“I was going to suggest to wait to wake her until we get to Tatooine”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Boba said that he would have the best doctor he knows there, along with extra bacta for the tank.” Cinderella stopped what she was doing to look at her sister’s sleeping face, “You know for six years I’ve dreamt of this moment, and now that we’re here I keep expecting to wake up.”

“Well little one” Boba’s voice filled the cargo hold, “It’s not a dream” he strode up to the two … well three of them, he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “It’s not a dream, cyar’ika. You found her and soon, she’ll be awake and by your side. We’re on our way to Tatooine, we should be landing within a day and a half.”

He shifted a little, despite how easy everything seemed, things were not exactly sitting well with him, “Does anyone else feel that was way too easy?”

“I think you’re being paranoid, let’s not forget we did make a significant dent in their gang.”

“Frankly, I didn’t see how anything we did was easy” Din let out an exasperated sigh as a new wave of pain hit him.

“You are in pain, just sit and relax vod”

Cinderella shifted and leaned against Snow’s slab, “Listen even if it was easy, we got out of there and we’re in hyperspace, we can just jump out a few hyperspace links ahead, do a sweep of the ship, make sure there are no trackers. Right?”

“Yeah, I just don’t … something just doesn’t feel right.”

“I know” She rubbed his arm, now that he had mentioned an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.

Boba glanced over to Din, he turned on the comms between the two of them “Soon you’ll actually get to meet her vod and get to know her as a real live person and not some holoimage. Then hopefully, you can fall in love with the person and not the idea of who she is.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about vod”

“Yes, you do. From what Cinder’s told me, she’s perfect for you.”

“Ahem!” They both turned to look at Cinderella who was leaning against Snow’s slab her body shaking from her silent laughter, “You both do realize I can hear you, right?”

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I work around/with Bethesda lore cause idk in one of those people that tries to keep with the source material as much as possible. I add to stuff rather than replace it but that’s still fair

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i hate whoever built this house and went "yeah, the attic should only be accessible via this 18inch by 18inch hole in the ceiling of this bedroom's weirdly shaped closet" then they went "oh fuck, what about a door, and some sort of mechanism allowing access to this space?? Hmm. Well, let's just put this 3foot by 3 foot slab of wood on top of the hole and hope whoever lives here has a ladder they can climb up- not that they have the space in this closet to open the ladder to it's safe operation stance, no, they'll just have to lean it, folded, against the wall, climb up, and put the wood slab up with the top of their head, then somehow twist their body around so they cab both maneuver their ass over the threshold of the hole and maneuver the wood slab outta the way. The slab will block the switch for the tiny, horror movie light bulb, so that'll be an extra fun challenge to figure out while their feet are dangling outta the hole. Then, once in the attic, let's make it impossible to see where the safe to walk on wood beams are! And that area over there, where the ceiling of the porch is? Punch some fucking air holes in it so wasps can convene in the attic and create a mound of nests that looks like piles of shedded snake skin! The wasps will love it up here and they will love making their terrifying wasp noises in the air ducts!"