#but damn. i do know for sure that they fucked up carnages character too. and i dont forgive them for that either đ
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If Itâs RightâŚYou Know / Masterlist
plot: they say that if it's right...you know...nothing has ever felt so wrong (so maybe youâll just drunkenly wander the streets until you figure out somewhere to go)
warnings: alcohol consumption, arguments, cigarettes, I frowed up, hurt/comfort
pairings: steve harrington x fem!reader
wc: 2.8k
song inspiration: Hits Different by Taylor Swift (I've listened to this on repeat for like an entire year now)
note: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY to everyone who actually does NOT have a Valentine and would rather read about fictional characters because you're a real one out there.
âCan someone call her a cab?â
âNo!ââ you exclaim, wiping the tears under your eyes. Youâre staring up at the bartender, trying to silently plead him to take pity on you despite how embarrassed you feel.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâll just go.â
He eyes you, shoving his plaid shirtsleeve up to his elbow as he walks over to the small computer. His eyes flicker towards you every few seconds, the buttons on the screen seemingly nothing compared to the state of you. Itâs like youâre a car wreck, isnât it? Just too hard to look away from despite the carnage.
âAre you sure?â he asks as he slaps your receipt down. Youâre starting to scribble a tip with the shitty pen heâs provided when he decides to add, âThis is the third time youâve done this.â
You look back up, mortified. âReally?â
âUh, yeah.â
âOh, god,â you groan, desperately wanting to curl up into a ball and die. âThatâs mortifying. Iâll do better next time.â
âMaybe lay off the booze until you feel better,â he suggests. âOr, you know, you talk to whoever that Steve guy is. Maybe try that.â
Before you can say anything in return, heâs grabbing your receipt, saluting you, and moving on to the next person in line.
And thatâs it.
Tab closed.
Moment gone.
Sighing, you stand and grab your purse and jacket. Dip back whateverâs left of your shitty glass of a Screwdriver, the watered-down vodka tasting like absolutely nothing on your tongue. Suppressing your groan, you push through the growing crowd as you try to escape.
As soon as you emerge from the shitty little dive bar, youâre nearly blinded by the fresh midnight air. It nips at your skin, the September of it all begging for a chance to release its worst. And youâre wearing a short dress with high heels that arenât covering your feet. Itâs your own damn fault for not checking the weather before you came. Now look where you are.
Now itâs time to wander the streets, to try and find somewhere reasonable to go.Â
Because why go back home? Why risk sitting by yourself in the dark, nursing a bottle of wine that certainly wonât mix well with orange juice and vodka before spending the whole night by the toilet?
Why leave when the streets are perfect for a heartbroken woman like you, crowded with the hordes of others experiencing some form, no matter how miniscule, of melancholia?Â
A part of you finds it funny, fucking hilarious, that no one around you knows what youâre feeling. What youâre thinking.Â
If only they knew about the self-loathing, the devouring loneliness. How this is eating at the lining of your stomach, a kind of hunger that feels so different than any that has come to pass.Â
It always happens after a vacation, doesnât it?
See, just a month ago, Steve had taken you on vacation to some beach in California. Said it was to get away from work. To get away from the stress. The late nights. The fuckery that lied in office buildings and smushed cubicles.Â
The beach felt like a perfect fit, thick with the scent of sunscreen and a couple of beers in a melting cooler. The sun itself felt like a form of freedom, cascading through the tie-dye umbrella desperately trying to stay put in the sand.Â
But it just kept slipping, kept trying to escape whenever the breeze rolled in. You sat closest to it, trying to hold it down whenever it popped up.Â
After maybe the fifth, sixth time, Steve had had enough.
âI got it, I got it,â he said with a sigh, trying to push the umbrella further into the sand. But every time he tested its stability, the pole seemed to shoot out of the damn hole.
âFuck!â he exclaimed.
âMaybe we should just call it and put it down,â you suggested.
Steve raised an eyebrow at you. âWhat, and risk getting sunburnt?â
âSo?â
He waved his hand around. âSo, itâll hurt. Like, a lot. And then neither of us will have any fun.â
âI think youâre just overreacting.â
But that was before you got burned.
And then you were the one losing it.
âThis fucking hurts!â you nearly screeched, the sheets of the hotel bed scratching up against your inflamed skin.
âI told you that it was a bad idea.â
âYeah, I know, Steve,â you grumbled. âI got that the first ten times you said it.â
âYouâll be fine.â
âEasy for you to say.â
Steve, the one who had been worried about getting burned, hadnât. In fact, his skin was glowing. Practically radiating with the most perfect tan youâd ever seen. Just a fucking daydream of golden skin and honey hair.
Despite your scowl, Steve seemed to let go, the crease between his eyebrows smoothing out.Â
âCome here,â he whispered, squeezing the green aloe vera gel into his palm. âYou can be grumpy, but youâll have to let me play doctor.â
âDonât you dare,â you nearly seethed.
But you werenât scary enough for Steve. He took a small glob and rubbed it along your shoulder. You yelped at the cold sting, but that was before it settled in and left you at a comfortable ease.
âOh, fuck,â you sighed, letting your head finally rest against the pillow.
âOh, look at that. Iâve already got my license.â
That pulled a giggle out of you, finally, the irritation seeming to dissipate the longer you let it out. Steve joined in with you, probably just happy that you werenât acting like a complete asshole.
The rest of your trip was spent smearing aloe vera over your body and lounging on the balcony. Eating seafood at little restaurants along the coast. Walked the piers at night, taking flashlights to look for little crabs. You even brought home a whole bag of seashells.Â
Despite the pain, you had the best time of your life with Steve.
But that was the heart of summer.
And now itâs coming to a close.
A few more blocks over, your mind starts to stray away from the present, the liquor reaching the corners of your mind that youâd rather leave darkened. The parts that have always been an issue, even when you were secure enough in your relationship.
Whereâs Steve tonight? you wonder. Who is he with?
Because there are so many women out there, so so many, who would lose their minds if they met someone like Steve. Heâs something more than just a man, more than just a pretty face or a quick fuck. No, heâs got something about him that transcends what you have always comprehended about the male species. Something that feels almostâŚmagical.Â
Heâs something of a dreamboat, an absolute firework show with that hair and those eyes and that smile andâÂ
Well.
Heâs not yours right now, is he?
He doesnât have a girlfriend waiting for him anymore. In fact, he could be with some other girl. Some girl with a better smile and a better laugh and a better body and better lips, holding onto his arm as they walk down the cobblestones of a street you used to stroll down. Steve helping her walk in her heels through the cracks, guiding her like a fucking gentleman.
And maybe heâs kissing her right now, whispering to her that sheâs much, much better than his ex, some crazy fucked up mess who doesnât know what sheâs missing. How youâre just too hard to handle, too soft and sensitive for him. How you never gave him any chance at peace. How it was so much better now that youâre gone.Â
What if heâs kissing some other girl right now?
Leaning up against a streetlamp, you canât help it when your stomach makes the decision for you. You canât think properly, can barely see through your tears as you lean over and throw up on the street.
âYou good?â a female voice asks, putting a hand on your shoulder.
You turn to her, registering her hesitance at your appearance most likely, and nod. âYeah, itâs fine. Iâm fine.â
She looks relatively around your age, with a perfect manicure and a cigarette in her fingers, mauve lipstick wrapped around the filter. Her dark chestnut strands waves around her face, eyelids sparkling with pink glitter.
âDo you have anyone with you?â she asks, looking around.
âYeah,â you lie immediately, pointing at the crowded bar across the street. âIâve got some girls waiting for me inside. Just went a little heavy on the liquor tonight.â
âIs this about some guy?â she presses. You canât help but nod. âTake my advice. Lay off the alcohol for a little bit and get yourself some sleep. Youâll wake up and think to yourself, âWow, that random stranger was right. Thank you, random stranger.ââ That makes you chuckle. âIâm sure your friends will understand.â
âYeah,â you say before you slip in a lie. âIâll try to do that.â
âGodspeed, my new friend,â she responds with a smile. She salutes you, pats your shoulder, and walks away.Â
You watch her as she goes, stunned that a mere stranger could see right through you.
Maybe people do know that youâre experiencing heartbreak. Maybe itâs written all over your face, some typical sad woman with smudged mascara and lipstick. A desperate girl stumbling down the street, destined for catastrophic failure. Or maybe youâre just shit at keeping yourself together in public.Â
But youâve come too far now to turn back. Itâs time to keep moving.
You knew you fucked up the moment it was all said and done.Â
See, when you broke up with Steve, you really, really didnât want to. You thought you needed space, that there was shit the two of you needed to figure out. Separately. If your jealousy and his indifference were to collide, well, maybe you shouldnât be together.Â
And maybe it was better if you sabotaged yourself instead of trying to actually work on yourself. Whatâs the point of trying to fix the problem instead of running away and convincing yourself that you werenât supposed to be this happy? That you werenât supposed to be this at ease. That you didnât deserve to be with Steve.
It didnât even really matter the reasoning if you even had one at all. The details were insignificant, the excuses piss poor. All you can hear now is Steveâs voice, all crackly and strained as he asked you question after question.
âI donât understand.â
âSo, what, now youâre just gonna leave? Leave us behind?â
âDo you still love me?â
To that, you had an answer.Â
âYes.â
âSo why are you doing this?â
To that, you had none.
Steve left his spare key that night when your inevitable fight led to an outburst and a slamming of the door. You didnât notice for days, hoping that youâd hear the key turn in the door, and heâd stumble down the hallway with a hug and a promise that youâd fix this.
But he didnât.
And you said nothing.
So, you spent your nights going out to bars for some kind of companionship with the other strangers haunting the sticky, stingy rooms. You became a blubbery fool, desperate for a conversation that you refused to initiate. Desperate to get over Steve. Desperate to let him be like all the rest, insignificant and easy to forget.Â
But Steve is different.Â
And you are really starting to fucking hate these heels.
How did you end up here?
You pause, staring up at the sign above the door.
Penguin & The Whale.
It was, you guessed it, a neon image of a penguin standing in the mouth of a whale.Â
ThisâŚis the bar you and Steve go the most. The one you met in years ago, just two stupid college students without any clue as to what the future held. Him working on some finance presentation and you finding any chance not to read the book you were supposed to.Â
That night started with a âYou go to college around here?â and ended with his number on a scrap of paper that you still keep in your wallet.
And somehowâŚyouâre here after weeks of avoidance.
Staring at that damn penguin.
That damn whale.
Despite your confusion, your aching feet and chilled legs pull you in, using some of the last of your physical energy to push open the door. Youâre hit with the thick smell of tobacco, the whole room seemingly drenched in smoke.
For nearly one in the morning, the place is still relatively crowded. Thereâs college students (mainly frat bros) and two separate bachelorette parties, all congregated along the length of the bar itself. You do your usual shimmy through moving figures, desperate to get to your spot.
God, itâs stuffy and youâre tired and your fucking feet are killing you andâÂ
There at your favorite table, next to your favorite seat, is Steve.
Heâs running his hand through his hair, scribbling something on a napkin. Mouthing along to whatever heâs writing, like heâs still figuring out what heâs trying to say. He strikes through something rapidly before letting out a sigh.
Steve isnât his usual self, you realize. His hair doesnât hold the same volume or shine. Thereâs a bit more acne than usual, all picked at and scabbed. His outfit is more casual than usual, a Hall & Oats t-shirt andâŚwere those a pair of sweatpants?Â
He never goes outside with sweats onâŚ
âSteve?â
He looks up, nearly startled. Like heâs shocked to see you here.
âHey,â he says, standing. Runs a hand through his hair and adjusts his shirt. âWhat, uh, whatâre you doing here?â
You donât miss it when he turns over the napkin.
âJust kinda wound up here,â you say. âWhat are you doing here?â
Steve shrugs. âYeah, well, you know.â He takes a deep breath. âJust kinda wanted to get a quick drink, you know, âcauseâŚâ He stops himself, tapping himself on the head before waving his hand in the air. Puts his hand on his hips. âYeah, uh, forget it. Iâm lying. I was waiting for you. Iâve been waiting here for you for the past week.â
âFor me?â
âYeah,â he responds, nodding. âNot like living here, obviously, âcause that would be insane. But Iâve been trying to figure out what to say to you if you ever came. Oh, and I think the bartender might be sick of me.â You open your mouth to say something, but Steve rattles on. âAnd itâs actually crazy because I started thinking fifteen minutes ago, âYou know, the probability of her showing up is actually quite dismalâ, but here you are, proving myself wrongâ" Â
Without hesitation, you pull him into a hug. Itâs maybe the most tender hug youâve ever had, with his arms wrapping around you immediately. Giving a soft squeeze, running his fingers through your hair. His face is nuzzling into your neck, his breath sending shivers down your back. Heâs melting you, wearing down the shell youâd forced yourself into. For too long youâve been coasting by, letting your pride and jealousy get the best of you. Convincing yourself that heâd walk away and leave you shattered on the floor before running off into the arms of some other girl that only exists in your head.Â
But here Steve is, waiting for you. Choosing you.Â
There never was any competition, was there?
âIâm sorry,â you whisper. âIâm so, so sorry.â
âItâs okay. Youâre okay. Just needed some time, I get it.â
You pull him tighter against you. âI donât want to keep pretending that this isnât the absolute worst thing Iâve ever done in my life.â
âThatâs okay,â he says, pulling back. Wipes some of your smudged lipstick and mascara out of the way. Leaves a peck on the tip of your nose. âHow about we fix that mistake together?â
âYeah, I think Iâd like that.â
âMe, too.â His lips meet your forehead before he dips down to meet your eyes. âWant me to get you a drink?â
âWater.â He raises an eyebrow at you. âI think Iâm going to lay off the booze for a while.â
This gets a laugh out of him, the first youâve heard in weeks.Â
Itâs bliss.
âOkay, hun. Sit down here,â he says as he pulls out your favorite chair, helps to push it in once you sit. âYou look good but, Jesus, your feet must be killing you.â
You smile. And this is your first smile today. The first time youâre feeling a release of every nasty, negative feeling youâve had for the last two weeks.Â
Steve walks towards the bar, fiddling with his hair again and you even see him check his breath.Â
Looking over, you see the napkin resting on the edge of the table.
You glance back over, making sure Steveâs back is still turned before you turn it over.Â
Thereâs just something about you
I just canât stop thinking about you
I donât know.
I fucking miss you!!!!
I love you. Iâm sorry.
Iâm an idiot. This is stupid.
Can we please talk through this?
I canât move on because of you.
Because I love you.
Because itâs you.
#Steve Harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington angst#Steve Harrington fluff#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington fanfiction#just a little something before I upload next week#happy vday bitches
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The Cabin
A Dave York Fan Fic
Happy Dave York Saturday my besties. We good? Well you wonât be⌠Iâve written this & I know itâs good itâs too good. Iâve had moments writing this at points. But I am my main audience so thatâs surely a good thing right. So I hope you adore this pure smut like I do. Also this is part of my autumnal vibe.
Synopsis:- Dave has a cabin where he takes the family for trips, but this weekend itâs all about you & how he is going to enjoy every single second of you.
Word count: 5400
Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK AS ALWAYS COMES WOTH HIS OWN WARNING! Unprotected PIV&A Sex, oral & fingering, cum play, tasing, drinking, swearing, affair & adultery, established pleasure relationships, fuck buddys, talk of masterbating, tie & choking, Dom & controlling vibes for Dave, recording your exploits but just for the two of you. Itâs full on smut. Daddy is used but I only ever write about Dave as Daddy no other Pedro character gets that treatment.
Thanks as always for the read peoples. If this is too much my bad but I had fun writing it. All feed back is welcome. I hope you enjoy it.
As the taxi pulls up the drive, the leaves fall, the rain pours & you slowly realise what you are doing & who the person is that youâve become, as the driver gets your two weekend bags into the cabin. Your own week has been crazy. What you actually could do with is a weekend at home with no distractions. But after the last few weeks of carnage at work you do need 3 days of complete nothing because even at home thereâs still adulting stuff to do. Just loving yourself & your man. His flights already been delayed due to the weather, but you know when he arrives youâll be inseparable & the way he will take you in every room, will be incredible. Thatâs what he promised on Wednesday after an impromptu visit.
The bath is large & so inviting so once youâve unpacked everything into the master bedroom, you throw your bath bomb in & soak. You instant feel it soothe your soul. A large glass of red wine in hand you sip away & slowly feel a little more normal. The bath is you time though, a more personal experience. Time to endulge. He wonât like that you have seen to yourself without him, he likes to watch. He likes it when you put on a show for him, be it your fingers or any toy you have, the way he eyes dilate as he watches you touch yourself, how he licks his lips. That turns you on even more, seeing him beg for you.
Thatâs kind of how Wednesday happened. He FaceTimed you to check your flight details for the weekend & you were getting ready for bed as he called. His âlate shiftâ over. He watched on his phone as you took off your dress & bra & put on your nightdress. How the silk made your nipples hard & the gasp he made when you bent over to take your knickers off afterwards had him begging. He was around in 10minutes. Into your apartment without hesitation. Clothes discarded across the floor, slamming hard into you, he movements relentless as he fucked you like a whore. Your body quivering watching your man be desperate to touch you. The way he took your knickers youâd taken off on the face time & stuffed them in your mouth to keep you quiet so you didnât scream his name.
âYou did that on purpose babyâ he panted. Heâs gripping your wrist hard above your head. âYou knew I couldnât resist, you know Iâd have to scratch my itch. Youâre a brat, but damn you wear it wellâ he growls. His penis thrusting inside you, & the way he nips at your bottom lip.
Buzz Buzz. Your phone goes as you remember wednesday & almost go to touch yourself in the Bath. The noise stops you. There it is in black & white on the phone.
*landed, be with you in 30mins, D is on route
You smile & slowly get out of the bath & dry off. The D could stand for Dick, Desire, Desperation, Daddy, or a Dominant. He knows youâve at least thought about him once with one of those names. But itâs also for Dave & damn that man gets what he wants.
Once dry & in the master bedroom you wonder what to wear for the perfect first impression for the weekend. Should you just be naked laying in bed for him, holding your new vibrator asking him if he wants a show? No thatâs too slutty even for you. You never meant to get into a relationship with a married man, not that heâs happily married, but thereâs just something about Dave & his job that makes it seem alright. You know youâre not the first dalliance, or his last but this has been going on for 6 months now & this is the first time youâve been to the cabin. The one where, he in his office, has picture of his family at thanks givings gone by. But for this 3 day weekend, the kids are at home, his wifeâs not here. Heâs got you & heâs going to enjoy being Dave who gets sex on tap when he wants.
You are in your towel & go to find blankets when you open a draw & realise Dave already has some clothes here. The perfect idea fills your mind, what a fantastic cozy idea you have for your lover. One you hope will turn him on. Provide the desire he needs & take you to the height of pleasure. No one makes you cum like Dave does, not that youâd ever tell him that. Itâs bad enough that you are sleeping with a married man.
Dave arrives. Heâs brought a small backpack. He has a few essentials in there. He told Carol he was On a special job this weekend. One where he wouldnât be able to contact anyone, & heâd be so preoccupied he wouldnât get a time to FaceTime the girls good night, for his own safety. Heâs good at lying itâs his job. Heâs eaten earlier, which youâd both agreed to do. So when heâs arrived at the cabin, & the front door is locked, the bag drops to the floor. He can hear that fire crackle & the soft music coming from the lounge. He doesnât just want to charge in like he did on Wednesday. He enjoyed it on Wednesday, but he knew that was going further than he should do with his affair. Itâs just sex. Thatâs what he always tells himself. Be it hes doing it on a mission or itâs a one night stand to let off steam if carols not around or itâs a fuck buddy like you. He keeps the wedding ring on, to remind you both this isnât forever. He always does that. He hopes that when he sees it, as he fingers or chokes you that it will make him stop, but itâs actually a turn on for him because Dave York always gets exactly what he wants. He takes his shoes off & jacket & then checks himself out in the mirror. He took the tie off on the plane but he knows you like to wear it when you intimate with each other. Itâs even Moss green today, the colour that goes best with your hazel eyes. He then heads into the living room. He stops in the door frame, & leans, & trys not to moan at the sight in front of him.
Youâre on the large family sofa. Feet bare overhanging the edge furthest away from him. Your legs look cleanly shaven, your long luscious pins. He can just about see the grey from his boxers on your thighs, but itâs covered up from his Boston university hoodie which is which is navy. Heâs pretty sure you have no underwear on. Your hair is frizzy & still slightly damp from your bath, your lips pouting as you sip your red wine & read your book. A bowl of m & ms sit on the side, which you lean in to pick up & lick the outer coating off first before sucking the chocolate. Two blankets are in the arm chair which is about a foot away from you, along with the bottle of wine & an empty glass in the table.
You heard a soft gasp but havenât looked up. You want him to suffer to start with because the more Dave is pent up, the more passionate he will be when he fucks you. You rub your knees together & let out a shallow giggle at the book you are reading. Itâs not actually a funny book but you know that always makes his groin twitch. Makes him want to be in between your thighs. Dave stares for a bit too long at the view of you completely in a trance. Your relationship is all about sex & lust it really is an affair for the two of you & if your going to sleep with a married man it may as well be the best sex you ever are going to have in your life.
Eventually Dave slips properly into the room. Already hot & flustered & not just from the fire roaring.
âEveningâ he says & you finally look at him & acknowledge him.
âMr York you made itâ you only call him Dave when you have sex. He kisses your forehead as he leans over the sofa & then picks up the wine & glass from the table & pours himself a large glass but only after he tops yours up. You lick your lips as you watch over the top of your book as he gulps it down. Those crimson lips now a deeper shade & now will taste even more delicious than they already do.
âEvery room?â He asks based on your previous messages.
âDepends how many rooms you have?â You still try to read the book even though youâve been on page 38 for the last 4mins. You push your reading glasses up your nose slightly. The smirk is undeniable from him. He wants you.
âAre we counting the boat house?â
âYou have a boat house?â
âYesâ
âWhat?â You actually give him attention now. âWell letâs start with a more standard room & then work up to more.â You finish your sentence & see Dave undoing the top button of his shirt. âWhen would you like to start?â
âAbout 3mins agoâ Daves firm inâs his answer as he sits down at the other end of the sofa & pulls your feet into his lap.
âOooohâ the feel of those large deadly hands massaging your feet, getting the knots out the balls of your feet, pushing your pressure spots. Ooh it feels good. Those hands were made for more than killing. They can be tender too. You put the book down on the side & take your wine. âWhat a way to start the weekendâ you say admiring his side profile. Heâs freshly shaven for you. Heâs even had a hair cut. Who even is this man?
âEnjoying this?â He asks his eyes dart at you, undressing you in his mind instantly, wondering how wet you already are. If he saw the state of his boxer already at this stage, heâd discover they were a little sticky & moist.
âYesâ
âEnjoying the wineâ
âYesâ
â& the hoodie?â He raises a bratty eyebrow at you knowing that youâre about to do that to him. You giggle.
âIt smelt of you after my bath, & you werenât here yetâ you reply put your wine down on the table & suck on your thumb. Youâre doing that to not cum at just him touching your feet. Youâre completely at peace & so relaxed, but also feral, stupidly feral.
âWell letâs make sure your whole body smells of me, not just some hoodieâ he winks & you rub your legs together again. He holds you by your feet & drags you nearer to him on the sofa now lying down. His boxers go up your arse & give you a wedgie. It feels good.
âThis was what you wanted?â He asks just to make sure.
âDaveâŚâ you whimper as your hand rubs his cheekâwhy would I be here if I didnât want thisâ you bite your bottom lip & see the seductive smirk on his face.
âGood girl, thatâs my good girlâHe leans down & takes your glasses off, putting them on the side. âNow do as I sayâ before you can agree his lips find yours. Your head rises to keep the kiss going. Itâs full of life. Maybe all assassins have to go to a make out school because the way in which Daves kisses make the world stop everytime, is a remarkable feet. His hand has made its way under the hoodie & is already fumbling your breasts. âDoes the bottom match the top?â He asks to make sure you have no underwear on at all. You nod. Your hands are dealing with his buttons on his pale blue shirt. âOooh baby then letâs not waste anymore timeâ his hands reach the bottom of the hoodie. âI have to seeâ.
Dave tuts at the state of you. He can see a dampening patch on his Hugo boss boxers from your arousal. He always coos when he sees you topless. You do wonder if he does this with his wife & other partners too. But the way he licks his lips before he latches on to your right nipple is a sight.
âFuck Daveâ you groan. Youâre not sure how youâve not cum yet. Youâre so turned on & aroused. Maybe removing his shirt is whatâs keeping you sane as his mouth moves onto your left breast. âSo good oh fuckâ
â& Iâve not even got going, weâve got 3 days of thisâ his head poped up to say. Your hand is now trailing down his bare back, going inside his trousers & boxers to try & squeeze his arse. He moans at that sensation & then lifts his head up. âYouâve got far too many clothes onâ he whispers before he then does his usually kisses treck.
Forehead, nose, lips, chin, neck, shoulders, both breasts, ribs, belly button, lower tummy. Each kiss a simple peck but youâre squirming at them & when they mean will follow. He doesnât ask permission. His teeth sink into the waist band of his boxers that you are wearing & he drags them off your body. You lock your legs together when youâre free of them, you know what he will want. Your eyes also light up when Dave turns the boxers inside out & he sucks the damp patch, which was very white a sticky.
âThis tastes better than that wineâ he says before he throws them behind him & sits next to your face as youâre still lying down heâs on the floor. He kisses you & then spits what he just licked off into your mouth. The tang instantly recognisable as your own. The number of times youâve cum & sucked Dave off straight afterwards & licked a toy clean, you know what you taste like & the spit, well it just adds to the whole dirty nature of the man. Dave then moves after seeing your swallow stands up & removes his trousers. This is also usually the point where he gets a condom out but you canât see one anywhere. He moves back to the other end of the sofa, palming himself inside his own boxers as he sits down.
âI want you, I want to see youâ you giggle as he says this menacingly. âAll of youâ thatâs your key words. You lower your knees & spread your legs. You use your fingers & he blushes as little but you can see the want in his eyes. Dave York wants you in this state all weekend. A small amount already oozing from your cunt, he also sees that you are trying so hard not to start touching yourself.
âThis is all for you Daveâ
âSo it bloody should beâ He then grabs his phone that he put on the table earlier. âWeâre going to try something this weekend okayâ you nod & coo. âI canât hear youâ his hand is then around your throat.
âYes Daveâ you love it when he chokes you. Thatâs also the exact moment he lets go & slips his tie around your neck, itâs loose to start with.
âYou seeâŚâ Dave says inquisitivelyâI know you can take my three fingers, but your pussy is so tight, Iâm intrigued how.â Dave click the record buttonâ can I record this, I can delete it before we leave but I want to watch it back with you in the morning, I want you to see how feral you make me & how much you gush, & how much of a cum hungry slut you are.â You jaw drops your mouth dry.
âDavidâ you never say his name like that. His eyebrow raises & you try to look shocked but those brown eyes as having you clamping at nothing. âI thought youâd never askâ
âThere she is, my special spoilt bratâ & he moves the phone near your face along with his other hand. âSuckâ your mouth deals with bigger than his fingers so you sloppily suck them. Saliva escaping, you throw in a gagging noise. âLook at you so desperate to make me happy.â The pop the fingers leaving your mouth make is loud. But the squelch as he records them going inside you is louder. Not that you can hear it as you moan Daves name. Heâs starting with 2 while he strokes your clit.
âFuckâ
âFuck in deed girl, you have no idea, How beautiful this looks.â Daves not taken his eyes off his fingers. âTell me, does it feel as good as it looks? Whatâs it like feeling my fat long fingers inside you? Does it make you feral, plead for more? You Want my leaking cock?â Dave loves to get you wound up but youâre sure this is more on purpose that normal for just wearing his clothes & being so seductive without even trying.
âYyyyeeeâŚyeaaaaâ itâs drawn out. Youâre growling slightly. You feel so full as his fingers curl inside you. âI want you, so badâ
âTime babygirl, all in good timeâ the fingers almost draw out of you entirely. The video will show them already damp. He sighs âperfect.â
The third finger has your body convulsing a few minutes later, desperate to let go. To drench your lover, you know he likes it but Daves up to his usual tricks.
âNot until I say so sweetheartâ
âButâŚâ you lift your head & then pause before you really get the sentence out. Heâs no longer using his thumb on your clit. Daves tongue is masterful & his mouth is now taking that ever so sensitive spot & itâs making you go all unnecessary. Wet long stokes flicking away at it. Your quivers & gasp. He is the best lover & his fingers are pumping you like youâve never felt before. Over stimulation is an understatement. & this is only the beginning of the weekend.
âCum baby, let me tasteâŚ.â Dave then feels the change in your body. It tenses so much that every muscle contracts before releasing in pleasure. The added wetness. the new sensation on his mouth. Youâve cum hard, almost feeling your soul leave your cunt.âthatâs my girl, my naughty girlâ he laps away at the slick escaping & starts to suck. Slowly withdrawing his fingers as you come down. He grabs the tie around your neck & pulls it so you jolt up & gasp. âNo rest for the wickedâ he says. He slowly sticks his fingers into your mouth & you suck & lick away as he talks to you. âLook at you, licking my fingers, sucking them clean, wanting more, do you want more, do you want my cock?â Your eyes are wide & you nod. Desperate to be filled. His fingers are good but nothing beats his penis pulsing away, making you flutter.
He pulls the tie a little more your almost sat up. Still panting from your exquisite high you just had. The way he rubs your lips with his thumb once his fingers are freed from your mouth has you wanting to suck that. He looks frenzied.
âYou want to suck more.â
âYes Daveâ he jolts you again with the tie.
âComeâ he says & he takes the 5 or so paces to the fire place. You sit on your knees & look up at him towering over you. God the man is broad buff & handsome. Heâs leaking you can see the stain on his boxers.
âMay I?â Your reach up to his waist band.
âAm I gonna say no?â You shuffle onto the fluffy blue rug & see Dave put his phone which is still recoding on the table. Itâs in line with his groin. His length springs free & you lick your lips.
âItâs always a pleasure DaveâŚâ you say as your hands grip his length & start to stroke it. He kicks away his own boxers. ââŚto suck any part of you.â You donât want him to cum while you give him head, but you want him to no longer cope & fling his penis inside you. Your spit & his precum will be the perfect lube. You gobble him up & you look up at him as you bob on your knees taking him past your reflex point & suck him.
âFuck. Oh fuck fuckâ Daves eyes roll in the back of his head. His hips already finding their own rhythm. âGod girl, you know how to do thisâ looking down at you as you look up at him makes you both go faster. Itâs more than the fire place heat thatâs making you both red. After only a few minutes, he has his hand on your head, pushing himself further into your mouth. You are gagging, saliva trickles out of your mouth. It has no where else to go as he keeps pushing you down on to him. âFuck, balls deep girl, take all meâ heâs almost using the same pace as when he fingered you. Your eyes stream with tears. This is vigorous but damn your aroused. He is using you as an outlet, for everything.
âJesus fucking Christâ he says knowing he likely to cum soon & quickly with draws his cock. You splutter everywhere looking a complete mess. âAll 4sâ he screeches & you turn around drop down as he instructs. He licks his hand to add extra lube to you & then scream yourself.
âFuck Daveâ you were not expecting him to go for your arse, but here you were. Youâre rocking back onto his cock on all fours as he slaps your arse.
âPucker oh fuck oh fucking hell. Itâs tight heavenâ & he withdraws after only about a minute & cums across your arse cheeks. âFuckkkk yessssssâ itâs deep & low as his lashings of cum cover your bum. It doesnât make you cum but damn you feel sexy that your mouth & a few thrusts inside your arse can have such a controlled & meticulous man cumming in seconds. Imagine how good heâs gonna feel inside your pussy.
âWowâ He mumbles as he gets his breath back. â& that⌠thatâ as he reaches for the phone to turn off the recording heâs already got more than he expected. â⌠was just the warm up, now we can have a real private showâ
âYou sure Dave?â You go to turn around but a large hand grabs your shoulder, keeping you facing away.
âOooh im sure, Iâm more than sure. Do you trust me?â He says & you raise a bratty eyebrow over your shoulder. âTake it thatâs a yesâ he leans over your shoulder & kisses you fierily on the lips. Your face a glow form your exploits & the heat from the flames. He trails a hand around your face as his kisses continue. But with Dave there is always an alternative motive. You gasp as he pulls the tie around your neck. âFace the fire, on your knees, spread.â He admires you as you get In this position. Looking at how peachy your naked bum is. How smooth your skin is, how your hair slightly moves. You have a tattoo of a line of stars just above your bum. He can see the base of your feet & he can also see his cum splattered over you. âThe best sight ever is you like thisâ he gulps his words before another tug in the tie.
âDaveâ you moan. You can feel how aroused you are. Your thighs & flaps are sticky & moist desperate for Dave to fully take you. Your hand starts to trail down your body. Your skin already shiny from the exploits so far.
âYea I know babyâ he sees where you hand is moving. âDid you have pleasure in the Bath earlierâ you shake your head but thereâs no auditable answer as your breath is already shallow. A quick jolt of the tie again has you whimpering & replying.
âNoâ
âYou sure?â
âI thought about it & then you told me you were on your wayâ
âWow such self restraintâ Dave says. â if I had as soft a pleasure, Iâd be rubbing that clit furiously all the time. Iâd have naughty panties that would increase pleasure. Itâs almost a shame that you canât do that all the timeâ his hand grabs yours & moves it to your clit. âPlay baby, get all worked up, drip & then Iâll see to youâ & so he takes your hand & looks down as he makes you touch yourself. Friction quickly starts to build & you whines echo more.
âDave⌠fuck oh yes yes yesssssâ your head rolls into his thatâs resting on your shoulder as he looks down & removes his hand from yours. You continue stroking.
âThatâs it baby, my girl, being all slutty, happy to touch herself just for meâ his damp hand thatâs not clutching the tie leisurely strokes his length, before he slides it through your slick. âOooh this is gonna be good⌠ahhhhhâ his sigh & your gasp combine as he fills you in a slow thrust. Opening you up. Filling you as always. You feel exquisite.
âDaveâ
âBabyâ
He sees you lean forward a bit so takes the length of the tie & pulls it behind you to make sure you stay up right.âletâs get this moving babyâ
Every kiss as he thrusts deeper inside you has you wishing for more than this. Yes itâs an affair but when it feels this good, as you furiously rub your clit, & his hand grips your hip, you canât help but wonder. Does his wife get this or are you his outlet of passion? Is he a different man at home? Maybe domestic Dave isnât a man youâd like. Maybe keeping him as sex on tap is exactly what you both need. But as you grind around his cock, clamping, each movement having you feel so full you donât care that youâre a home wrecker. He is large, he might show well but heâs also a grower & the girth is always a pinch as it rubs against you. It amazes you how he fits inside you every time. & he is always so complimentary of your body especially your cunt.
âKeep going girl, look at you taking me allâ heâs purring.â You like the feel donât you, youâre so tight yet Damn, you take me so wellâ heâs into dirty mode now heâs going to get all derogatory as he pulls the tie. âWhat would your parents say huh?â Heâs tugging on the tie every few thrusts what has you m gasping as it gets tighter âimagine you going home, your parents knowing exactly what you spend your spare time doing. Fucking a married man. Letting him fuck your arse. The gagging noises you make. Yea imagine If your father knew how his sweet & innocent little girl turned out. Heâd be so disappointed.â Heâs ramped up the pace as you whimper no longer in control of your hips they rock & roll around him. âWell Iâm your daddy now girl, you answer to me.â
âDaveâŚâ he tugs hard, itâs almost completely tight now the tieâDaddyâ
âSay it againâ he growls & thrusts & pulls harder.
âDaddyâ
âLouderâ
âDaddy oooh daddyâ
âGod it sounds erotic as you moan itâ you look Dave straight in the eye as you turn your head.
âOooh fuck me Daddy oooh fuckkkkkâ You really moan it & your lips engulf each others. Tongues exploring where they want. Your hand in his hair keeping him in place as your bodyâs move in sync. Your sweet spot is being pummelled & it wonât be soon before this rug is covered in your slick. The sweat from the vigorous sex & the warmth of the fire is oozing from your naked bodies which are fucking away at each other. If anyone walked in on you, it would be the most sensual sexual erotic sight. Two people full of lust & desire, fucking each other to oblivion. A sexy sweaty mess which is so perfect. Your freshly washed hair sticking to your face. You donât care. Youâre in paradise & Dave knows heâs gonna cum as well soon.
âNo need to wait baby, let go if you have to, all permission is out of the window.â He whispers before he once again finds your tonsils with his tongue. He slowly let his grip on the tie slide, one hand now flicking your nipple, the other is attending your clit as you grasp his thigh behind you & hold his mouth in place.
âMmmmmmmâ
âDonât be shy babyâ
âDaveâ
âYesâ
âOooh fuck Dave fuck fuck oh fuckâ itâs like a grenade has just gone off. You experience such an intense high as you clamp & gush around his penis. You bite his bottom lip & pur & he needs no more encouragement.
âFucking fuck oh shitâ always amazed with the size of him thereâs enough room for his cum to spill inside you. He licks the side of your face as he pants desperate for air in this hot & sticky room. His eyes close in euphoria, as yours flutter open. You love looking at Daveâs blissed our face when he cums. His neck always so long. That little dimple appears. How his lips pout. Itâs enough to get you ready for another round. Looking at your lover, seeing him experience such a high which you helped happen. Itâs the perfect come down for you.
The tie slides off your neck as you turn to face Dave, slowly removing his still hard cock from inside you. He throws his arms around you before you do with him.
âIncredibleâ he whispers in your ear.
âPhenomenalâ you reply & smile. That little cute smile he adores. He kisses your nose & you rest your foreheads together as you hold each other close & smile. Small pecks helping you calm down.
âSoâŚâ
âSoâŚâ
âEvery room huh?â Daves still asking you from earlier.
âHave you got the stamina babyâ you ask Dave as your hand caresses his chest.
âWell not to do it all tonightâŚâ heâs smirking âbut considering what we just did we can definitely do each room in the cabinâ he winks.
You lie in bed the next morning. Your body aches but itâs one you enjoy. Dave had continued to fuck you in front of the fire last night until you were both exhausted. You are guessing one of you extinguished it before making your way to bed. As you stretch your arms up with a big yawn you hear Dave.
âOuchâ he says rubbing his face from where you caught him. Heâs sat in the bed straight looking at his phone.âmorning beautifulâa small kiss finds your lips. âWell rested?â
âYes Mr Yorkâ your sit up & wrap your arms around him & sigh. Your eyes then widen. Dave is watching you back from last night. Heâs at the point where youâre just about to cum on his fingers & mouth. You turn bright red & go to look away & then you hear the noise you make & that turns you on. Dave can see the glint in your eyes. His hand is under the sheets pumping away at your exploits.
âSee you look good, baby, so sexyâ he kisses your forehead.
âI guess I doâ
â& weâre not even upto the point where I fuck your arse.â You then hit pause on the video & look up at Dave.
âI donât need to watch that, I want to experience that againâŚâ you bite your bottom lipâ⌠right nowâ
âYou sure?â You nod in reply
âyes daddyâ
âWell who am I to deny such a pretty innocent girlâ he smiles & put his phone down. âEspecially when you pucker & moan so wellâ
âOooh Daddyâ itâs a deep moan you make as your lips collide before he slowly turns you over for the next round of passion. This Cabin weekend will be one you both always remember.
#fanfic#pedro pascal#my fics#smutt#no minors#over18#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal cinematic universe#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fandom#pedro pascal fan fic#dave york f reader#dave york fan fiction#dave york angst#dave york x f!reader#dave york pit#dave york fanfic#dave york fanfiction#dave york fic#dave york smut#dave york#dave york x reader#equalizer 2
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Emma and the Curious Case of Silvio's XXXXXX
a fancy fanfic (đ§đ°đł đ§đ˘đŻđ¤đş đąđŚđ°đąđđŚ)
TRULY TRULY CURSED SMUTTY CRACK . NSFW . MDNI
T'was but an ordinary dawning upon the coastal abode of the Benitoitian Royal Family. Dolphins procreated with great merriment and vigor in the champagne-like waters surrounding the palace. Fishermen who'd been tossed overboard by neighborhood pirates swam to shore in various stages of amnesia. Crabs slinking out of tide-pools did silly little dances.
But soft, now! For our heroine approaches. Emma shuts the door with a loud jangle after entering, and then skips all Disney-like toward her lover.
The ritzy prince pacing his seaside bedroom stops in his tracks. The distressing sound of dolphins in their erotic busywork echoes off the walls. And as Emma approaches, he turns and says:
"Woman, I have an itch in my balls."
And what an itch it is. A cold sweat clings to the prince, even with the weather approaching rectal temperatures. The itch that possessed his testicles this day could not be assuaged by his hand alone.
Asking Emma to handle it would be too much for him, so he had a ball-scratcher (gilded) prepared for her to use instead of her hand. The handle was ten feet long, because the metal-smiths were too limited by current technology to produce twenty feet of rod. If this was the sort of half-arsed craftsmanship Silvio's investment went toward, he was better off using his coins as tiny coasters for his condoms. A foolish idea, perhaps, but they said the same thing of all visionaries.
Emma clears her throat. "Are you thinking about your condom coasters again?"
"It's a damn good idea," barks Silvio. "Now come here. Not that close. Pick up that rod."
Emma tries to lift 10 feet of gold to little success. She topples under the weight and lands like an anime character at a perfect 180-degree angle.
Fuck, thinks Silvio, fuckishly, as his heart lurches at the thought of injury befalling his precious pearl. He hadn't taken into account Emma's scrawny lady limbs. He'd have to put her to work on one of his ships to build up muscle mass so that she can eventually wield the ball-scratcher and save Silvio from his agony.
Except he doesn't have that kind of time, dammit!
His gaze darts around the room. Surely there is something else she can use toâaha!
"Woman." He appraises her. "Are you okay?"
"I think my arm's broken butâ"
"Perfect. Grab that bed post."
"It's attached to your bed."
"You'll never know unless you try."
Emma makes a ??? expression before Disney-ing over to his bed. "How do you want me to do this?"
Silvio opera-singer-moans as the itch crests into a firey inferno in his pants. "I don't care how you do it, just do it."
Emma stares blankly. "That doesn't really help."
"Shuddup. And hurry. Before it's too late!" He falls to his knees and stares up at the ceiling with glassy eyes. "Hurry."
Emma rolls her eyes. "Drama Queen. Why don't you take the bed post off yourself?"
Silvio points at himself emphatically without looking away from the ceiling. "Do I look to be in any shape to do that?"
Finally Emma sighs and walks over to stand above him. "Hump my leg."
Silvio nearly snaps his neck with how fast he turns to look at her. "What?"
"Hump my leg until the itch goes away." Emma's eyes are dark with conviction and a little something else.
"I ain't a fucking dog!"
"Aren't you tho?"
Silvio growls, and it sounds very dog-like. "Do you think you can handle it?"
"I can handle your regular thrusts just fine. I don't see how this would be anything different." Oh, but the way her lashes flutter around her salacious gaze. If only those dolphins outside would stop with their coital carnage so Silvio can enjoy this moment. If only his balls would cease their torment.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." And before Emma can react, he takes her in his arms, straddles her thigh, shoves his tongue down her throat, and begins heartily, yo-ho-ho-ily rocking his hips so as to erase the entire concept of an itch from the surface of his sperm-repositories.
"Oh my... Oh my god... Si... Sil..." Emma can barely get a word out between the excavation being conducted inside her mouth and the fire-starting friction upon her thigh.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, breath ragged. He wants to say it again, parts his lips as if he might, but he's not the type of man who can say it more than once. Instead his lips devour her again and again as she wraps one arm around his neck. And the other around his back to soothe him despite the violent motions of his body.
At some point the itch turns into that sacred, sinful need for release. The warm pumping sensation in his groin builds to a height he's never once experienced before this. And all because he's humping his woman like a dog.
Oh for the love of--is there any way to turn those goddamn dolphins off!?
Unable to cross the edge into rapture, Silvio slowly eases himself to a stop and drops limp and annoyed onto his bed, Emma still wrapped in his arms.
Emma's breathing is hot and chaotic in his ears, but at least he can't hear those nasty ocean bastards anymore. Damn, she must be just as frustrated as he is. The least he can do is help her out, right?
He turns his face and to his surprise Emma kisses him first. Then pulls away just as quick. "Sorry."
"Idiot." Silvio grabs the back of her head and crushes their faces together again. His other hand searches her out between her legs. As her wetness coats his fingers, he finds himself overcome with a strange kind of peace. The kind that could spur any man into poetry.
Silvio tries.
Roses are red My color is blue Condoms need coasters It's so fucking true
Genius.
Emma whimpers into his wet kisses. "Are you... thinking... about those... stupid... coasters right... now!?"
Silvio smiles. "I'm always thinking about those coasters."
The end.
Am I allowed to say that xxsycamore's brilliant fic inspired me? Because it did? But also this started off as a crack fic about Emma being obsessed with Silvio's pubes. It's late. I should go to sleep.
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ok fuck it im gonna Post My Opinion Onlineâ˘ď¸ again bc i gotta rant about this fucking movie
venom 2 had so much potential as a romance movie, and i tried literally SO fucking hard to listen to everyones view points (even viewpoints of straight people!!) but still cant agree/see it that way. the director stated it was about their relationship as host/symbiote, and i honestly believe him. and im mad it turned out that way after all the buildup from the first movie.
lets start with act 1. the 'lovers quarrel' as everyone puts it. yes, i agree they use typical tropes like 'take youre stuff and leave!' and all that, but for something to be even considered a lovers quarrel, it has to be classified as a relationship before hand. all the scenes leading up to that was about how they cant get along and cant see eye to eye (no, venom making eddie breakfast in an attempt to prove his worth to him is not an excuse for romance. i might have to watch again to confirm the exact motive, but im pretty sure love wasnt it).
rewind to the first movie, which shows a perfect example of how a quarrel should be formatted. they meet eachother, they start to bond, they have a small fight, they change their percpectives, reunite with a stronger relationship ('what made you change your mind?' 'you, eddie.') and ends with them getting along better than before.
but, since the second movie starts with the quarrel, the implication doesnt work. the pattern for the trope to be successful isnt there. what SHOULDVE happened was for them to be at the same level they ended the previous movie with, THEN end act 1 with the quarrel, which at that point can now be classified as closer to a 'lovers'. and what would continue to make it a lovers, would be the outcome of the quarrel. the first movies quarrel made them realize theyre closer than just host and symbiote, and so logically, this next one would end in them realizing theyre more than just friends.
now, how this ties into eddies arc + the apology scene. imo eddies arc went nowhere in the entire movie. the movie established in the beginning that hes not good with honesty and putting his thoughts/concerns into words (scene with anne). then, during the apology scene later, instead of having actually change and learn to properly speak his mind, he simply repeats the exact words he used against venom in their fight and apologizes for it, rather than thinking up something geniune. (again, how tf is this good romance writing? or romantic at all?)
venoms arc didnt change much either, not that he really had one. what im trying to say is that i think they both ended the movie the exact same as they were when it began.
ideally, eddie would have an arc about trust and honesty, that hes not a 'cancer' to others and just needs to learn how to adapt to the needs of the ones hes close to. venom would have a similar arc, coming to terms with human rules for living and the reasons why eddie cant just do whatever he wants all the time, and that theyre not both losers if they continue to work together. the overall main arc for them would be realizing they both actually have a lot in common, both connecting as kicked-out outcasts, but are different enough to know how to heal the others faults. their strengths and weaknesses fit together like puzzle pieces, and only together can they help the other thrive. not just in terms of staying alive, but in an emotional way. a human romantic relationship kind of way. a soulbond kind of way.
because eddie isnt exactly the most normal human, venom has a lot more human traits than the average symbiote, and they both have a lot of problems that the other has the potential to fix. thats what the movie shouldve been about.
final note!!!! im really tired.
#venom#venom 2#symbrock#Authors Note: im gay im queer im mlm and im a monsterfucker. no i did not like venom 2. we are not the same đđ#ghost talk.txt#i plan on watching it again sometime in the future to figure out if it was just bad first impressions#but damn. i do know for sure that they fucked up carnages character too. and i dont forgive them for that either đ#they gave the guy like 5 lines and NONE OF THEM were witty one liners HOW DO U FUCK UP THIS BADDD#i wont make another venom 2 rant essay dw about it dw
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don't mind me requesting stuff
so what if there was a y/n character who was super surprised when anyone initiated physical contact because who would want to touch anyone like them? (their words)
and so donnie doesn't like physical contact, but the first hug after nearly dying just sends reader into a fucking chopping board. they are stiff as a brick and have their hands awkwardly at their side cause, again, why would anyone (especially someone as amazing as donnie) want to make any contact with them?
(gn!reader please)
You Survived! Now Have Emotions
rottmnt!donnie x gn!reader
summary: wow. explosions sure do just mess up your day, donât they? oh well, you survived. you kind of have to explain your issues with touch to donnie now, though.
word count: 1609
warnings for maybe slightly ooc?? itâs 12:45 at night i donât know how good it is okay
a/n: thanks for requesting! sorry this took so ridiculously long. good luck to everyone it applies to on thanksgiving family reunion hell!
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How were you not dead right now?
Hell, you werenât even just not dead, you only had minor injuries. That was a lot better than you had hoped in the moment. You had plenty of scratches and bruises, but nothing was broken, you were sure of that much. You tested moving cautiously, moving one limb at a time before standing up. The worst damage was taken by your right leg. Sprained, maybe. Not bad enough to not be able towalk, though, thank god. You limped a bit, but hey, that still counted as walking.
There was one catch, though. When the battle was over, and you had fully assessed your injuries, you were alone. Completely, horribly alone. So, you set out, stumbling a bit on your bad leg, in search of your friends.
You called out each of their names, one at a time.
âApril!â Youâd been closest to her in the fight, towards the back. Why hadnât she been knocked the same direction you had?
âMikey!â Heâd been the farthest from the explosion, you were pretty sure. If you were fine, surely heâd be uninjured.
âLeo?â Had you even seen him? Last you remembered, he had ported off somewhere, probably with some kind of idea that came too late.
âRaph?â If anyone would be hurt, it would be him, he was closest to the blast. God, you hoped he was fine. Heâs tough, he wouldnât beâŚ? Right?
âDonnieâŚ?â You didnât even want to think about him, as your thoughts grew steadily darker. You were fine. You were fine. Why wouldnât everyone else be?
You didnât know what youâd do without him.
How far could that damn explosion have thrown you? Pretty far, apparently. You werenât even entirely sure what had caused it. You mustâve been near something flammable, and not noticed in the heat of the fight.
For a moment, you considered that you might be going in the wrong direction, but that couldnât be right. You could see clear signs of destruction, getting steadily more obvious as you made your way along.
âGuysâŚ?â The longer you spent in your head, the more pessimistic your thoughts got. Your final call was pathetically weak. Your ankle hurt more the farther you walked. You had finally reached the scene of the carnage again. Surely an explosion like that would make any villain flee.
At first, your call wasnât answered. You shut your eyes, exhausted. You might as well collapse, wait for the others to find you. Or the police, if they showed up soon.
â(Y/N)!â
So much for collapsing.
You turned towards the voice, searching desperately for its source. You found it, all right, right in the middle of this stupid battle site. You felt your energy immediately restore itself. âDonnie!â
He was standing on a pile of debris, right where the explosion had gone off. He didnât seem to have taken any more damage than you had. You watched as Donnie scrambled down from his perch atop the rubble (which, you would later learn, had been an attempt at a lookout) and began running to greet you.
You smiled a rather tired, albeit relieved, smile, and raised a hand in greeting. You unfortunately were not expecting for Donnie to practically slam into you, pulling you into quite possibly the tightest hug youâd ever been in.
Your brain reacted not unlike a computer crashing. You went entirely stiff, not knowing how else you were meant to react. Time almost slowed down as several facts went through your head all at once.
Fact one: people touching you was not a normal occurrence. Why would it be? You werenât the kind of person people would usually want to hug, or anything like that.
Fact two: Donnie was just about the least touchy-feely person you knew. You only ever saw him hug people in⌠well, in situations like this, you guessed.
Fact three: even if Donnie wasnât so against touch most of the time, you wouldnât expect something like this anyways. He was so great in almost every way, and you didnât think you were anywhere near his level.
So, you shut down, with no understanding of what to do. Thankfully soon, Donnie let go of you, though you noticed his hands stayed hovering by your shoulders. â(Y/N), are you okay?â
And you found yourself back in reality, even as your thoughts stayed confusing each other. You felt something wet roll down your face. Oh, god, you were crying. You were crying.
Donnie was never exactly the go-to guy for feelings, so needless to say, neither of you were having a great time figuring out what was going on. âOh, crap crap crap, please donât cry-â
Thatâs the moment someone else chose to make an appearance. More specifically, April and Mikey. They were jogging up from the street opposite of where youâd come from. You werenât sure whether to be relieved or terrified. On the one hand, they were alive! On the other hand, that was two more people to see you crying. Who likes people watching them crying?
So, you turned your face away, wiping away tears with your hands and trying to hold your sobs in, as they ran your way. They were both yelling, though you were having some trouble filtering it through your head. You hoped it wasnât something important.
The next hour or so was a blur. Raph was okay. Well, he was alive and not in a coma, at least. He was definitely still worse for wear, though, which wasnât all that surprise considering you found him heavily dazed in the same pile of rubble Donnie had climbed. At some point, Leo had ported back, yelling something about a solution to the problem which had already vanished. At least he was useful for getting everyone back to the lair without having to climb through the sewers.
That was where you sat now, on the edge of the bigger group. Everyone was treating each otherâs injuries, and Mikey was explaining what had happened to Splinter alongside occasional amendments by the others. You had determined that your ankle was, in fact, sprained, and treated it best you could. You werenât sure how youâd explain what happened to your parents, but you were sure youâd figure it out.
Every so often, youâd catch Donnie glancing at you, which you had only noticed due to you doing the same thing.
As everyone was caught up in stories and follow-up plans, Donnie got up from the first aid kit to sit next to you. The air around you just felt a little uncomfortable, and neither of you spoke for several moments.
âIs everything alright?â Donnie was the one to break the silence. He spoke in a low voice, so as not to draw attention from the others.
âJust peachy. I love getting into near death experiences.â Though phrased as a joke, your voice was flat. He tried setting a hand on your shoulder, only for you to flinch away. âWhy are you doing that? And why did you hug me?â
âWell, I was worried about you.â He looked somewhat confused. âAnd I was happy that you were okay. And I thought that people liked to be touched, usually, so⌠(Y/N), did I do something wrong?â
âWell, yeah⌠no? I donât know. Iâm just⌠well, youâre so cool. And all that. I guess I just⌠donât think I deserve it?â
âExcuse me?â If you thought Donnie was confused before, you hadnât seen anything yet. He looked almost offended. âDeserve it? Iâm sorry, who hurt you? Of course you deserve it.â
He continued in what was almost a whisper, as his brothers made some dramatic explosion noise (you think? None of them are great at explosion noises.)
âLook, (Y/N), I know that I donât usually⌠you know, touch people, but if anyone deserves it, itâs you. Youâre awesome, okay?â
You bit your tongue and turned away from him. You were not going to cry again, especially not now in a place where everyone would most definitely notice.
âDonnie!â Leo cut in. âDid I or did I not specifically say, âoh hey, I bet that thingâs going to blow upâ?â
Your conversation was marked as ended (or at the very least, put off) as his brothers dragged him into bickering over the details of the dayâs events. April rolled her eyes and came to sit with you two, so you resolved to pull yourself together for the time being. The rest of your time in the lair was spent talking things over with April, laying down your cover story to your families.
The incident wouldnât be brought up again until a week later in the lab, where you thankfully didnât need to worry about everyone watching you. You talked it over, and you explained your mindset more to Donnie.
After that, things continued as normal. If you were fine with it, Donnie would make a point to make some kind of contact every so often. Usually not full on hugs unless he was in a particularly good mood, but heâd try to have a hand on your shoulder, or maybe holding your own hand.
It didnât go entirely unnoticed by the others. Every so often, one of his brothers (usually Leo) would make a remark about your special treatment, but that was it. You didnât feel like talking about it with much anyone else, anyways.
Neither of you were great at touch. That was simply a given of life. But you tried your best, and maybe that was enough. You just hoped youâd never have to go through that again.
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i really have never seen anything quite like the power of fandom continuing to show up and make excuses for absolute pos male characters because theyâre objectively ~~attractive.
ohhhhh poor nick goode !! so pressured by his familyâs expectations !!! if you read between the lines deep down he obviously still loved ziggy !!!
likeâŚ. my god. i shipped them too in 1978, but that was before we found out that he and his entire family knowingly lived off a deal their ancestor made that continuously sacrificed people year after year from the âwrong side of townâ, all in the name of keeping sunnyvale the quintessential seat of wealth and prosperity.
that abundance was built off the literal blood sacrifice of people who unwillingly lost their lives all because the greed of one bloodline. because solomon goode wanted more.
nick was 110% content to let things continue on as they were- dooming hundreds of ordinary citizens to lifetimes of bad luck and misery and tragedy, all so his own family could selfishly continue to prosper like they had for years. ziggy probably lived for years with what had happened at camp nightwing weighing on her. the paranoia, the drinking, the obsessiveness- all signs of major PTSD. you donât let someone you love live like that. ziggy saw her sister die in front of her, sacrificing herself because cindy thought she could stop the curse and give her sister a good life- a life of freedom from the âcurseâ they all believed sara fier put on shadyside. he brought her back to life, he wanted her. wanted her with a kind of selfishness that let her live in a nightmare long after the ambulance drove her out of camp nightwing. because she told him it was the curse, and was probably so hurt when nothing came of it. when everyone just assumed tommy went crazy, killed his girlfriend and a bunch of others. she probably felt broken and betrayed and a thousand other things, on top of living with the memory of the flashes of knowledge she received when her blood dripped onto sarahâs hand bone- stuff she didnât even fully understand. nick couldâve validated her. nick couldâve supported her, backed her up. but nick said absolutely nothing. nick did nothing. NICK CHOSE TO SAY AND DO NOTHING, because in reality, he knew it was all realer than real- knew that his own ancestor was the originator of the curse, that the goode family kept it going from solomon up until then and even beyond that afterwards.
in 1978, ziggy said to him, âdo you believe me?â. and he looked her right in the eye, while fellow campers, innocent people were being murdered and said âyesâ, knowing FULL WELL HIS FAMILY WAS THE REASON THOSE CHILDREN WERE BEING SLAUGHTERED. just because they were deemed a necessary sacrifice to continue the unceasing prosperity of sunnyvale, and had the bad luck of being from the shadyside. while she was covered in blood and begging him to believe her, he already knew what was happening and why.
maybe some part of nick faltered at the sheer violence and carnage his family wreaked over time. maybe he had times where he doubted everything that was happening- but the fact is, people died because of him and his family. cindy died. but ziggy made it. becuause ziggy was pretty, because he liked her, because he thought she was different than the other people from shadyside, the ones he and his family deemed as expendable for their own gain.
but itâs like the widow said- making a deal with the devil is a CHOICE.
nick lived in the wealth his bloodline provided him. nothing that was earned, just built off the literal blood sacrifice of others. nick CHOSE to continue that. he wasnât asking probing questions to deena, sam, simon, kate, and josh because he wanted to get down to the truth of what really happened- BECAUSE HE ALREADY KNEW. he just wanted to know how close they were to the truth. the truth of how much blood was on his and his familyâs hands.
he called deena a d*ke, wouldâve ended ziggy no matter how much of a crush he had on her, just to continue the whole frickinâ thing. to keep it going. he was just as selfish and greedy as solomon was.
nick goode was evil, but he had a pretty face, right? so viewers will keep searching for a reason for even a modicum of good in him. young nick and ziggy were adorable, so people canât accept that he CHOSE to hurt her. like ziggy would ever fucking be okay with this man getting away with it all- she may have liked nick, but she LOVED her sister.
stop doing ziggy a disservice by trying to find some sort of overly multidimensional spin on nick. iâll admit, i had a moment after i finished all 3 movies where i was like, damn, it sucks ziggy and nick didnât make it, they had chemistry. and then i wanted to slap my hand on my forehead, because i was completely missing the point. fear street has an unexpected beauty to it because of the love characters have for each other- deena and josh, cindy and ziggy, sara and hannah, etc. itâs unselfish and pure and stubborn and all encompassing, it drives them and those characters would do so much for the ones they love.
nickâs âloveâ for ziggy, if you can even call it that, was not that type of life. it was selfish, and it was based on lies. even though she had a prickly exterior, ziggy obviously cared for others- hell, sheila strung her up and burned her and she still went back and risked her life to help her. nick presented as if he was also that way, as well as an outsider in his own life, someone who didnât fit in. and maybe nick didnât. maybe nick really struggled deep down with the curse. but in the end, nick made choices. just like solomon made the choice to deal with the devil, nick chose to let ziggy live in self-doubt and fear. nick chose to be selfish, to protect his familyâs own interests.
you can still have chemistry with people who suck, thatâs the catch of life. monsters can have attractive faces too. but to try to dive deep into nickâs character like he was eternally stuck as the conflicted teenage boy who wasnât sure if he wanted to follow in his fatherâs footsteps, even when he held a gun to ziggyâs head⌠ugh.
stop making excuses for the fucked up shit male characters do. they may look good, they may have been possible love interests, but why on godâs earth would you blatantly ignore the fact that someone like nick CHOOSE to continue the cycle solomon started so many years ago??
why is it so important to find reasons to explain away nickâs abhorrent behaviour? because teen nick and ziggy were cute? you can acknowledge that but still be able to point out nickâs deceit, his selfishness.
idk man this phenomenon is⌠troubling to say the least.
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afterdeath | lucas
title: afterdeath pairing: vampire!lucas x fairy!reader genre: angst, forbidden romance, fantasy, vampire!au request: May I request a Vampire!Lucas with a fairy!s/o (Forbidden romance perhaps?) word count: 8.6k warnings: descriptions of death and sickness, mentions of a funeral, viewing, and funerary preparations, major character death (but...with a slight twist), mentions of blood and drinking blood, smoking cigarettes, arguments/conflict, mentions of physical violence, some romeo and juliet elements? a/n:Â hmm this fic probably couldâve been more detailed but i was trying to avoid triggering my own damn self with so much talk of death...ha...not sure why i went this route but i wanted a forbidden romance with an actual decent ending for both characters and this was the first idea i had recommended songs: OLLA - jhenĂŠ aiko
Year 1508
âWeâve felled the demon!â
âIndeed, we have!â
Cheers ring through the dawn as a large group of fairies dance around an immense bonfire, raising their shouts of celebration to the sky. Within the fire burns the body of the Primitiva Vampire, the One and Only Pureblood, haphazardly thrown over the wood pile and relieved of her headâwhich sits near the bottom of the burning mass of wood, her face still twisted in a mien of anger.
As the sky begins turning lighter with the onset of sunrise, the fairies continue their celebration, staying close to the fire all the while. They carry large flaming torches to guard against any of the Primitiva Vampireâs followers who might try to sneak upon them and strike in that sliver of space where the sun has yet to rise.
The Primitiva Vampire had a long reign of terrorizing fairies and turning humans and other supernatural creatures into vampires. Each transformed being became a terrible revenant, one which viciously hunted villages and stole into peopleâs homes for more blood, more death, and more unwilling adherents to the vampiric cult.
Mass numbers of fairies had been decimated once the vampires first tasted their blood and took a unique liking to it. For over 200 years, the carnage continued on at the hand of the Primitiva Vampire, who had one day blinked into existence in a way that could never really be explained by any conceivable means, either human or magic. And without ever giving a hint to her strange conception, she tore across cities and towns, converting others into night creatures like herself and building a loyal following of half-bedeviled beings.
When fairy populations had dwindled to nearly extinction-level quantities, they were left no other choiceâfight back or be wiped completely from the universeâs ledger. So they took up arms, honed their magic skills, and did just that.
And now, all their efforts culminate in this blood-stained morning. It marks a much-anticipated moment of revelry before they have to return to their posts to watch for the night creatures inevitably waiting on the other side of the sunset, ready to avenge their slain Goddess.
Present Day
âYou probably shouldnât be here right now.â
âI wanted to come,â Lucas replies, taking your hand is his large one. âI wanted to see you.â
âI can figure that.â You laugh quietly, a little afraid to let your voice rise higher in case it carries too far. âBut that doesnât mean you shouldâve come.â
Lucas holds your hand tightly. His skin is cold against yours due to his slow blood, and colder still from the chill permeating the air. Itâs only one of many vampiric traits that the other fairies would think of as strange or barbaric, but you donât see it that way. The chilliness just reminds you solely of him.
âWell, I missed you. And Iâm here now, so youâll just have to deal with me.â
The building youâre standing behind is damp, old, and dilapidated, and itâs not even one of your pre-designated meeting places. In front of you is a rusted chain link fence, which barricades a field of tall and unkempt grass. More aged and crumbling buildings scatter themselves across the distance, taken over by grass and climbing vines.
You donât know whatâs out here. This is one place within your district you havenât been to before. It was Lucasâs idea to come here, after your last meeting place had nearly been discovered and he found it too risky to keep going there.
The entire city of Beijing is split up into different districts, each belonging to a different faction of supernatural beings. Some nonhuman races have close ties with each other and allow frequent cross-district mingling; others are sworn enemies, forbidden to fraternize with each other under pain of death. In these latter cases, crossing into anotherâs territory without express permissionâor in rare situations, ties to a powerful ally (or allies) on the other sideâis asking to get arrested, injured, or worse.
Lucas would be your tie to the vampire side and you his tie to the fairy side if your species werenât centuries-long enemies. Instead, youâre relegated to having him sneak in and out of your district and hide what he is with blood-scent blockers and eye contacts to make the trickery easier to get away with. Thereâs only so much you can do to disguise your fae nature; stepping into vampire territory would turn you into a shining beacon.
âHmmâŚâ you sigh, shaking your head with a small smile on your face. You grasp Lucasâs hand so youâre now holding it with both of yours. âHow long do you think we can keep this up? Going from place to place like this. Hiding like criminals.â
Lucas gives a lopsided grinâone that cannot morph into a full smile because of the sadness coloring it. âI donât know. Forever, if weâre lucky.â He chuckles.
You stare at your intertwined hands, unaware of the sheer intensity of the longing expression on your face, though Lucas sees it clearly. It threatens to burn his heart to ash. âUnfortunately, fae donât live forever like you do, so maybe not. Besides, your people would probably find out and come after me before we could even settle into a âforever.ââ
He shakes his head fretfully at your words, squeezing your hand. âDo we have to talk about all that now? You know we donât have much time together. Letâs just enjoy it for what it is.â Lucas pulls you into him, tucking your head into his shoulder.
âThatâs fine by me,â you say, and resist the urge to make some dark joke about how scandalous it is for a fairy to have their neck so close to a vampireâs mouthâor a vampireâs anything.
You both stay together in that dingy and old spot for a while, talking in the dark until he tells you he has to go. He follows you the whole way back home to ensure youâre safe, keeping to the shadows until he sees you disappear past your front door. Then, he slips away again to head back to the familiar manor in his own district.
Itâs nearly morning when Lucas gets back to the large house he shares with the other six men. By this time of day, he knows they will either be in bed or getting ready to turn in.
âStill visiting that fairy, I see.â
The unexpected voice doesnât scare Lucas, but it does make his body tense up a bit in irritation and a slight sense of anticipation. He sighs and stops in his tracks on the way to his room, though he doesnât face the clan leader just yet.
âIs that a problem? Because you know Iâm not going to stop.â
Kun makes a noise of disbelief. âOf course it is. You know what the consequences are if anyone outside of us finds out.â Lucas turns to him slightly, and the look on Kunâs face is more disappointmentâmaybe even slight fear?âthan anger. âI clearly canât stop you from doing what you want to, but I canât help you if the Association gets involved.â
Lucas rocks back on his heels and sighs, rolling his eyes at the mention of the vampire organization. âFuck the Association. Theyâre nothing but a bunch of old ass hags who have no purpose in their lives other than ruling over every other vampire in the world.â
Kun looks weary at his words. âYou really donât care, do you, Xuxi. Theyâd have your heart on a stake if they ever heard that.â He pauses and rolls his eyes. âTheyâre also not that much older than me, so I wonder who youâre calling an âold ass hagâ...â
âIsnât it a good thing that they wonât hear it, then?â Lucas laughs, but itâs not an entirely humorous sound, and he gives Kun a searching look as his chuckles die off.
âDonât look at me like that. I have no interest in telling them anything, mostly because I also have no interest in our whole clan being wiped out.â
Lucas nods, reaffirming his somewhat shaky but still present trust in Kun, needing the regular reassurances for his own calm. He stretches his arms above his head and takes a few steps like heâll go to his room, though he doesnât move to leave just yet. âJust donât see what the big deal about all this is. All this over some ancient bloodsucker who died like 500 years ago...who cares.â
Kun winces again, though he doesnât bother with reprimanding Lucas this time; he only shakes his head and sighs heavily like itâs already a lost cause. âA vampire and a fairy together is more than blasphemyâitâs ridiculous. Itâs illogical. They all think weâre bloodsucking demons hellbent on killing them.â
âTo be fair, thereâs definitely a sect of vampire zealots or two who are trying to do exactly that despite the laws.â
Kun sighs. Lucas is right; what can he say to argue that? âXuxiâŚâ
âIâm telling you Iâll be fine, Kun-ge. You donât need to worry about me and Y/N. Things have been going fine for this long.â Lucas nods, then heads off to his room for real this time. Kun watches him leave, feeling a lot less reassured than the younger man.
Ten takes Xiaojun and Lucas on one of their weekly outings to a blood lounge. Blood lounges are an easy and accessible way for vampires to get blood, though the legalities of this practice are a little muddy. Before getting with you, Lucas didnât mind drinking straight from the sourceâgoing to one of the back rooms and sucking some willing, vulnerable being just to the point of deathâbut now, it feels like a type of transgression. Drinking someone elseâs blood can be an intensely intimate act, on the same level as sex depending on the context, and he doesnât want to do anything to make you think heâd be unfaithful.
To his fortune, there is no club rule about having to feed off other beings; many vampires take their blood in fancy champagne glasses, just like drinks in a human club. He does that now as the three men sit in a darkly lit booth.
Their conversation is unexciting for a while, with Lucas keeping careful not to mention you or any of his recent visits to your district to avoid any prying ears in the lounge. However, things soon get interesting. âWe all know how Renjun got taken off the Associationâs Registry a year ago, right?â Ten asks suddenly.
âYes, of course.â Xiaojun answers like heâs already bored of this turn in the conversation. âThatâs what happens whenever a vampire dies.â
Ten nods, but his eyes are wide like he has a secret heâs itching to tell. âBut I donât think he actually died.â
Lucasâs ears perk up at that.
âWhy?â Xiaojun asks.
âHe was seeing that human before he supposedly died, you knowââ
âThe one who lost it and drove the stake in his heart? We all know how it happenedââ
âCan you let me finish? Anyway, Iâve heard some...suggestions that he faked his deathâthat maybe he got a magic user to set the whole crime scene up and make it look like it was real. Illusory magic, or something like that.â
Xiaojun sits forward. âA magic user. As in a fairy? Or a witch? Who?â
âI donât know, just someone who uses magic. People are starting to think he and the human faked it all and ran away to Tianjin. I heard someone even claimed they saw somebody who resembled him when they went to Tianjin recently, though I donât know how true that isâŚâ
Xiaojunâs interest is thoroughly engaged now. âThink the Association will go looking for him, if it's true?â
âI donât know if theyâd care enough to hunt down an unregistered vampire whoâs laying low and not creating chaos with other citizens. We all know Tianjin is way more relaxed about inter-species relationships, too. But the Association doesnât like looking stupid. And that kind of trick definitely makes them look stupid.â
Lucas sits back, taking all of this information in. He is uncharacteristically quiet, but he doesnât know what to make of that situation or why Ten is telling them about it. He thinks he can guess why, though, by the way Tenâs gaze lingers on him, and that scares him a little. The way this rumor piques a forbidden interest in him scares him. Lucas lifts the glass of blood to his lips and drinks from it, trying to distract himself from the current conversation.
âAll this for a damn human. Only an idiot would try something like that,â Xiaojun says, shaking his head.
âMaybe a smart one. It did get him off the Registry.â
âHow can you be a smart idiot?!â Ten and Xiaojun start arguing over the semantics of the term, and Lucas watches them in amusement, though his mind remains in two different places for the rest of their time in the blood lounge.
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Later that night when they are back at the manor, Lucas pulls Ten aside, just like the older man expected him to.
âWhatâs wrong?â Ten asks, though his expression shows he already knows exactly whatâs the matter.
âYou...the stuff you said about Renjun earlier. IâŚâ Lucas doesnât know how to start or break his idea to him softly, so he decides to just say it. âIs it really possible?â
âI think itâs possible. It wouldnât be the first time someone tried to get off the RegistryâŚthough many other attempts were way less successful.â Then Ten hesitates before saying, âYou could try it.â
âAre you serious?â
âI am.â Tenâs expression softens a little. âI know you and Y/N love each other a lot, but thereâs no way the Association will ever let you stay together if they find out. Y/Nâs life could actually be in danger. Both of you are, every moment you spend together while living in these districts. If you really want to stay with Y/N, thenâŚâ
â...But I wouldnât be able to see any of you again.â You and Lucas have become so entwined with one another that he can hardly imagine a life without you, but he also finds it difficult to picture his existence without his brothers. Theyâve become like blood family to him over the last couple centuries.
âYeah.â Ten sighs deeply, and although his reply is short, Lucas knows that one word is carrying the weight of all of his stress and sorrow about the idea. âMaybe we could find a way to visit you sometimes. Get the fairies or witches to do some of their magicky shit.â Ten laughs quietly. âBut...itâs still just an idea. You donât have to do it.â
Lucas shakes his head slowly. He wants to put the idea to bed and try to continue on with his life, managing his clandestine visits to your district when he can. But now that he knows of an alternative way, no matter how unreasonable or unbelievable it is, he doesnât think heâll be able to forget about it. âKun-ge is going to kill you once he finds out this was your suggestion. You know that, right?â
Ten shrugs, and the sadness lifts momentarily in the curve of his lips. âHe can try.â
The next time you and Lucas meet up, itâs in yet another different place under an ancient and mostly abandoned bridge. As a precaution, you stand together underneath the darkness of the bridge and stay out of sight, though there are few chances of anyone being around to see you in the first place.
He has to muster up the courage to tell you of his idea, unsure of how youâll react or what youâll think of it. Itâs a lot to ask of you. Your kinships and friendships are not as extensive as his, only having a brother and two cousins left in the world, but he doesnât know if he could ever ask you to leave them behind like this. Or if he could shake off the guilt that would remain from it.
âThere might be a way for us to change thingsâŚâ Lucas starts, skipping the build-up because he knows it would take him forever to think of something appropriate to say. âBut I donât know if youâll like it.â
âChange things?â You glance at him curiously. You wish you could see the deep red of his irises, but they are hidden behind his brown contacts. âAs in, with us?â
âYes. So that maybe we wouldnât have to sneak around anymore. Or at least...not sneak around as much as we do now.â
âWhat is it?â you ask. Despite yourself, your wings flutter against your back as wonder and excitement rise in your chest. You and Lucas have waxed poetic many times before about how you wish things could be different; and neither of you have ever been able to come up with a workable plan. But now, his claim that maybe something is possible has you dangerously curious.
âTaking myself off the Registry. I could basically just...disappear. The Association canât harm what technically no longer exists.â
You stare at him in confusion. âBut you canât do that, right? Only under special circumstancesâŚâ
Lucas sees the question in your eyes and nods. âRight. Like if I dieâŚâ You flinch, shaking your head immediately. â...or pretend Iâve died.â This makes you pause, not expecting to hear something like that come from him.
âPretend...youâve died. Faking your own death?â
âI know it sounds crazy, but...thereâs another vampire who we think has done it before. And...it worked. Supposedly.â
You shake your head again, but you turn the idea over in your mind. âHow would you even do that? Someone would have to know youâre not really dead. That canât be as easy as it sounds...â
Lucas swallows hard. âI know, it doesnât, but maybe if we plan it right...I think we could pull this off. Some of the others...already know about it.â Only Ten, really, but thatâll inevitably change soon.
Your heart is hammering in your chest just thinking about this planâthe small, undefined plan that it isâand youâre unsure how to approach it. âIf we leave under those circumstances, we canât come back here to Beijing. Which means we wonât see anyone else again, our families and friends...â
âYou understand that.â Lucasâs voice comes out strained.
You sigh, wringing your hands. âI do.â
Lucas hangs his head, closing his eyes tightly. âItâs too much to ask of you. We can just forget about this, really. I know sneaking around has been difficult, and I justââ
âI never said I wouldnât agree to it,â you say softly, interrupting him before he can begin deriding himself about the idea.
Lucasâs head perks up again, and you both look at each other for a long moment. A cold night breeze flows through your clothes and rustles your wings, which remain tucked close against your back.
âJust think of it as leaving the nest, I guess,â you say, though there are tears welling in your eyes. âGrowing up and making a life for ourselves. We can do that...right?â
Lucas bites his lip and closes his eyelids to stave off the tears trying to form in his own eyes. âYeah. We can do that. Even if itâs a bit...unconventional.â
You nod hurriedly, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands before any more tears can make their way out. âIf you really want to do this, then we need to visit my brother.â
â
Your brother is predictably not thrilled about the idea. He likes Lucas well enough, but heâs never been very good at hiding his skepticism about your relationship. Though he would never say this to you directly, he never expected your relationship to make it past a few months; and yet itâs been a year and a half since you and Lucas started seeing each other. Maybe heâd be glad about your relationshipâs stability if your partner was anyone other than a vampire. Alas, he instead spends all his time stressing over whether either of you will be found out at any momentâs notice.
âYouâre playing with fire,â your brother says as he sits down at his desk within his apothecary office. He shakes his head the entire time, but he rifles through his collection of books on magic anyway. If there is anyone who knows a potion or spell that could work for this scheme and would actually be willing to keep it all secret, itâs your brother.
âI know that, Aldriel.â You cross your arms, sighing impatiently at your brotherâs continuous reprimands since youâve stepped through his door. âThatâs why we came to you. Youâre one of the best magic wielders and potionists around.â
âOh, Iâm well aware. No need to blow smoke up my ass,â Aldriel replies, never one to let a moment to brag slip away. He continues flipping through his book fast enough to make the words on the pages blur, his brow creased with focus. He is paying attention to the words and pictures on the pages, though you also know him well enough to realize this is him trying to distract himself from the many thoughts that must be crowding his brain.
âDonât be so worried about it,â you say, trying to speak against the lump thatâs suddenly forming in your throat. âYouâve always complained about wanting me out of your hair, anyway.â
Aldriel pauses in flipping through his spell book to look directly at you now, his brows creased even further and his face creating a visage of bitter desperation. âNot like this.â
Sighing, you turn away from him and let him go back to his textbook, knowing youâd probably start to cry if you look at him any longer. And who knows what will happen once that begins.
You go back to Lucas, who is sitting in the other room with his face turned to the window. It is nighttime and the blinds are closed, so you know heâs not looking at anything in particular. His mind must be similarly preoccupied.
âYou okay?â you ask, touching his arm.
âFine,â he answers, though he doesnât turn to you. He just grasps your hand where it slides down to his own, gripping your fingers tightly. âAs fine as I can be in this situation, I guess.â
You sit down in front of Lucas on the floorâs intricately decorated rug, resting your head against his knee. âItâll be okay.â You arenât sure of the words when they leave your lips, but you have to believe in them or else all will be lost.
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You both spend a few hours at Aldrielâs place. At one point, you try to prod Lucas into going back to his clan to avoid raising suspicions for being gone too longâyou can just get the potion to him some other dayâbut he insists itâll be easier for him to stay and receive the potion now.
Finally, in the hour before dawn, your brotherâs door opens and he steps through. âItâs ready.â
Both you and Lucas come alert at that, and you step back into Aldrielâs apothecary to see what heâs developed.
âThis is an advanced death glamor potion,â your brother says, holding up a small glass bottle. âIt contains a magic incantation that will leave you dead for a week and only a week. Seven days. Your body will remain in perfect stasis, so thereâs no risk of the regular side effects that come with death.â
âA week?â you repeat, nervousness coursing through your body. Lucas looks equally apprehensive, and he squeezes your hand tighter.
Aldriel nods, pushing his glasses further up his nose. âThat should be enough time to take care of the funeral arrangements and make everyone else think youâve passed.â He says the last bit while gesturing to Lucas. âIâm not super clear on how vampire funerary customs work, though, soââ
Lucas nods. âNo, itâll work. Thatâs enough time.â
Your brotherâs mouth creases into a thin line. âGood.â He passes the vial to Lucas, makes an expression like he might say something else, and then shakes his head, glancing to you instead. âYou plan to go to Tianjin, right?â
âThatâs right,â you say quietly.
âYouâll need to find a place to stay, then, until you can get one of your own. And I think we both know exactly where that will be.â
The potion works just as Aldriel said it would. Itâs hard to know whether to be dismayed or relieved about this, though the former emotion quickly wins out with everyone.
Lucas takes it a week after meeting with your brother and procuring all the necessary fake documents, claiming itâs best not to wait any longer for it. You feel apprehensive about doing it so soon; or maybe you just want to stall for a little while longer. By now the other five men in his clan all know, each with varying reactions to it but ultimately unable to do anything to change his mindânot even Kun.
On the night Lucas uses the potion, Kun makes one last ditch attempt at reasoning.
âYou donât need to go to this extreme,â the older man insists. Though his voice is cold and sharp and deceptively calm, his entire face is a picture of perfect anger. Everyone had already had their turns talking to Lucas alone and telling him what they needed him to hearâand now itâs just Kun left.
âItâs my decision,â Lucas says, keeping his voice steadier than he feels. âI want to be with Y/N. There is no other way.â
âYouâre endangering the entire clan with this. Youâd throw us all away for one person?â Kunâs eyes are red-rimmed, but not just from the rage; Lucas knows heâs been crying. Lucas shuts his own eyes, his forehead creasing as he presses the pads of his fingers to his temples.
âDonât say it like that.â
âThatâs exactly what it is.â
âYou wouldnât understand.â Lucas shakes his head, knowing he is treading on very dangerous waters with what heâs about to say. As if the situation werenât already contentious enough. âYou closed yourself off to love a long time ago. After Jingyi died. You just wouldnât know.â
The vivid red hue of anger bleeds into Kunâs irises at the mention of his late human lover, and he has to make a very concentrated effort not to reach for the youngerâs neck. âHow dare you speak of her.â
Lucas opens his eyes again and looks directly at his elder now. âYouâve let the Association run your life too much,â he says, though the words come out sounding a bit defeated. Heâs not even sure why he invokes Kunâs lover now; maybe he is trying to make the split easier by provoking the other man into hating him. âYouâve let them beat it into you that love is not worth trying for. What did you gain from that, in the end? But more loneliness.â
Lucas gets the breath knocked from him when Kun slams him up against the wall, and the unpleasant sound of wood splintering strikes against his eardrums. A long vertical crack forms in the wood behind Lucas, but not wide enough to make the wall separate completely. Not using his full strength, then, Lucas thinks to himself.
Kun looks for all the world like he might kill Lucas then and there without the younger man ever needing to take a potionâjust bite his heart right out. He crumples Lucasâs shirt in his hands, fisting the fabric tightly enough to create small rips in it. His irises are the color of newly spilled arterial blood, and alongside the red rimming of his eyes from his earlier crying, it makes for an agonizing sightâone that sears itself into the back of Lucasâs mind. Itâs made even worse by the new tears spilling down the older manâs face.
He chokes out through the tears, âYou cannot do this. I raised you. You would have me destroyed twice?â
Lucas wishes he could shut every one of his senses off right now, but he can only manage to shut his eyes, once again, against the pain in the other manâs gaze. âIâm sorry, Kun-ge.â
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After that, Lucas goes back to his own room and sits on the bed for a long time, replaying the events in his head and growing colder with the realization of what heâs about to do. He stares at the small vial on his dresser until he canât stare at it anymore, and then he downs it all at once. He looks at the vial with renewed interest as it actually disappears once the fluid is gone, the glass evaporating away in the palm of his hand like water droplets under the sun. No evidence.
Lying on his side, he stares at the wall across from his bed and waits for the spell to begin working. He doesnât know how much time passes, but eventually his vision begins to blur, almost so imperceptibly that itâs difficult to realize until he notices everything in his field of view is doubled, objects bleeding out of their lines like pictures drawn by a drunken artistâthereâs a strange ringing in his ears too, a sound on the edge of his hearing but still present, and he doesnât know what any of it means, or if this is how other beings feel when they are on the brink of deathâitâs frightening, and he feels a momentary pang of sympathy for other nonhumans and humans alike who have no choice but to experience this terrible ordeal at the closing of their livesâ
Itâs harder to keep his eyes open now, so he closes them and lets all sounds and sensations fade out of his hearingâhe only holds one last memory of you in his mind, of the soft and filmy texture of your wings underneath his fingertips, of you laughing whole-heartedly at something silly heâd said, and he joins his hands together in the universal symbol of prayer even as they grow weaker, hoping and praying even to his cursed vampire ancestor that this wonât be the very last memory of youâ
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âYes, he has...most certainly departed from this world.âÂ
An Association council member known as Belial announces this to the room of men after doing a thorough check of Lucasâs body. His voice is distant and saddened. The texture of it is almost tangible, dragging everyone down with it like a physical thingâakin to a rock being dropped into a thin sheet. âSuch a fledgling, too. Truly tragic and strange circumstances.â Belial stands beside the bed, shaking his head and looking down at the still form of the younger man as if he might discover an answer if he stares for long enough. âWas there no indicationâŚ?â
âHe was probably exposed to bad blood,â Ten replies, his voice tense and quiet. Though Kun is clan leader, he doesnât say anything at all, leaving all the dirty work of explaining the lie to Ten.
Belialâs gaze turns to Ten. He shifts his head slightly to turn his ear towards him, as if he didnât understand what the other man said. âBad...blood? As in death by blood weakness?â
The room feels like itâs been sucked of air once these words are spoken, and the younger men shift uncomfortably. Sicheng never lifts his gaze to look at Belial, though Yangyangâs eyes keep darting between Belial and Lucas on the bed like heâs waiting for something to happen. Hendery is just as anxious beside Yangyang, both of them passing uneasy energy between each other. Xiaojunâs face is still fixed into the same permanent frown it had been in since Lucas first told them of the plan. His eyes remain downcast and fixed on Lucas, silently asking Why did you have to be the idiot this time?
âYes, blood weakness. He hadnât drank as much blood as usual in the last few days...maybe he seemed a little restless...but we didnât think it was unusual. He...didnât seem sick.â
âWhere would he have gotten bad blood from? We vampires always take such careâŚâ Belialâs tone turns condescending, as if he could expect no better from a young vampireâsomeone not even wise enough to tell bad blood from uninfected blood. How could one let themselves be taken out of this world by such a fundamental, basic mistake? Kun curls his fingers into a fist at his side, though he quickly remembers himself and tries to let them relax.
âThe blood lounge,â Hendery blurts out. Every eye turns to him now, and Tenâs mouth thins into an agitated line. This isnât what they agreed on. âM-maybe it was spoiled blood from the blood lounge. It had to be. Heâs more careful than thatâŚâ
Belialâs eyes are whirling with so many emotions that itâs hard to pin any singular one down. âServing bad blood, with or without knowledge of it, is an incredible offense within any vampire district. In that case, the establishment must be shut downâafter an exhaustive investigation, of course.â This statement causes more discomfort among the gathered men, almost too much of it to be properly concealed.
âI think that wonât be necessary,â Kun interjects quietly. Belial looks at him with an expression that reeks of offense, and Kun returns the stare, glaring straight into the elder vampireâs eyes. âHe died of blood weakness, most likely from drinking from some disease-ridden human. Even though he used the blood lounge and blood bags, he was in the habit of getting outside blood on occasion. It was a moment of poor judgment that cost him his life...and nothing more than that.â
A tense silence stretches over the room, and Belialâs eyes still donât leave Kunâs. The other men remain statue-still, waiting to see what will happenâif it will workâuntil Belial says, âYes. Of course. Iâll file his passing with the Keepers of the Registry, as protocol states.â
The other men stay quiet and motionless until Belial departs from their house.
âYou used your compulsion on a council member,â says Yangyang, and even his voice is trembling when he speaks.
âI didnât think that was possible,â Xiaojun notes, though his tone is more irritated than awed. âTheyâre all so much more advanced.â
That action obviously didnât come for free, though, because Kun is holding his head like it hurts, turning away from the rest of them. âSuch recklessness is not my style. Primitiva help us all. Weâre all dead if weâre found out.â
âWhy did you say that,â Sicheng deadpans, his words directed to Hendery. Even though Sicheng hasnât said or done anything since stepping into the room, he looks thoroughly exhausted. âYou almost gave us away.â
Hendery holds himself up on the bed as if heâll collapse, his body bent with all the weight of their lies. He makes a motion like he might sit on the bed before remembering itâs where Lucasâs body is resting, and he straightens himself with some effort. âI...but he was thinking badly of Lucas. Like it was his fault.â
âIt was,â Kun says faintly.
âYou canât let your emotions get the best of you right now. Just let me handle the talking.â Tenâs expression is stressed, and for a moment he starts to wonder if he shouldâve ever said anything to Lucas at all.
Xiaojun shakes his head. âFor now, there is a lot more we need to do than just talking.â
Vampire funerary procedures are much different from what many other supernatural races are used toâeven blasphemous to some. Everything is handled at the home of the deceased instead of a funeral home or mortuary, in keeping with the tradition of honoring oneâs vampire ancestorsâand ultimately, the Primitiva Vampire. After the Primitivaâs gruesome death hundreds of years ago, all that had been left was her ashes once the fire burned out, but her followers still gave the remains a proper processing and burial.
The men dress Lucas in one of his nicest suits and perform all the necessary actions that would be involved at a funerary home, including preparing the casket. All of them help throughout this process as tradition dictates, though it is more difficult than any of them expected it to be. (No one even makes a dark joke about youâll have to do this for me when Iâm gone, which speaks to their inner turmoil.)
The viewing is equally challenging to get through, if not more.
Many of their vampire friends and acquaintances attend, including various members of the Association. Everyone seems to buy the blood weakness lie perfectly, which means Kunâs compulsion worked as it should have. That knowledge does very little to relax any of them in the grand scheme of things, though.
Though they know Lucas is not really gone, the sight of him lying there in that dark coffin with other vampires looking sadly down at his still face and dabbing their tears away is deeply frightening.
The night of the viewing goes by at a glacial pace, and every other night after that up until the funeral passes even more slowly, like time itself has dropped its speed to prolong the torment.
When the last few straggling visitors for the viewing are gone, the men go their separate ways to try to deal with the not-so-small trauma of the dayâs events. Kun goes up to one of the manorâs several wide balconies, one that theyâve all used as a familiar hangout spot or simply a place to unwind over the years. The sun will not rise for another forty-five minutes or so, giving him enough time to sit and think before it becomes unsafe. He is not very surprised when he finds Ten already there, though he decides not to leave.
âYou stopped smoking three decades ago,â Kun comments, waving his hand in a pitiful attempt to clear out the smell of smoke filling the air. Thereâs no hint of teasing or personality in his voice, only hollowness and exhaustion. He sits beside the other man in one of the chairs sat outside. âWhere did you even get cigarettes from?â
âDonât worry about me. This is just for the nerves.â
âWhy would I worry, itâs not like you canââ Kun pauses before saying the word they both know, realizing it hits far too close to home right now. Silence falls between them until Kun asks, âDo you actually believe this will be worth it?â
âIt will. Weâve worked too hard for it not to be.â Ten takes a drag from his cigarette. âWeâre giving them a second chance. Isnât that something to feel good about?â
âA second chance. How interesting.â
âEveryone deserves one.â Ten glances at Kun from the corners of his eyes and doesnât say anything more, but Kun already knows what heâs vaguely implying.
âAnd yet everyone doesnât get one.â
âAll the more reason to take the opportunity when it becomes possible.â
Kun doesnât reply to that. Ten places a hand on his shoulder, but the older man meets this with little regard as he rises from his seat and walks away at a sluggish pace.
You stand in the train station ready to buy a ticket, clutching documents falsifying your identity and feeling more terrified than you possibly ever have. Today marks the seventh day, and you donât even know if Lucas is alive right now. It was too risky to have any of the other clan members contact youânot until you and Lucas meet up in the designated place. You know Aldriel is an excellent potion master, and if he says the spell will work as intended then it will, but thereâs always that seed of doubt.
Your parting with Aldriel had been typical of your relationship with himâyou crumbling before him and him pretending like he was fine, lending enough strength for the both of you to survive on, though you knew he was also bleeding from the heart.
âYou better not forget about me,â youâd told him, smushing your face into the sleeve of his shirt to hide your tears, though there was no stopping the flow. It was staining his shirt sleeve right through.
Heâd scoffed at you, though it was a watery sound. âI couldnât if I wanted to.â Heâd held your head closer against his shoulder, the both of you glued together in whichever way seemed fit when youâd walked through his door one last time to say goodbye. âWeâll see each other again. Donât worry.â
Youâd lifted your head from his shoulder then, looking at him with an aggrieved expression. âYou shouldnât make promises you canât keep.â
Aldriel put his hand on top of your head, petting you like a small puppy. It was a thing youâd disliked since you were both children, but which only made your heart hurt even more now. âHave more faith in me than that, dear sister. Youâll see.â
When itâs your turn to get a ticket, you step up to the counter and hand over your information, trying to keep the shaking in your hands to a minimum. The teller behind the counter is also a fairy, their wings tucked against the back of their uniform but peeking out at the sides. You childishly try to take some solace in that, hoping there will be some solidarity between you two. Maybe theyâll be less critical of your legitimacy than any other being might be.
The process is scarily easier than youâd thought it would be, though you are sweating the entire time. A fake name and birth date, and no one suspected anything. All of this would have to be your new identity now if you were to live with Lucas in Tianjin without being discovered.
Getting on the train when it comes is only part of the long journey ahead. It doesnât provide you with much relief, but you are at least thankful to have one segment of that journey complete.
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It takes another cab to get to your destination once youâre off the train, but you soon arrive at the house of one of Aldrielâs friends and his similar-name twinâRaziel. Raziel was Aldrielâs most trusted and oldest friend, their woven history extending back to childhood. The three of you had grown up together, and youâd even been quite familiar with Raziel until they left for Tianjin some years ago. Now, youâre back in front of each other again under circumstances that you never couldâve guessed.
âYouâre here. Good.â Raziel welcomes you into their house with open arms, tugging you into a jittery hug that you anxiously return.
âHave...you heard anything?â you ask, though you know itâs futile. Raziel wouldnât have gotten any more information than you have, not until Lucas was standing right on their doorstep. They shake their head and give you a sympathetic look, patting your hands.
âHeâll be alright. Everything will go well. I believe it.â Raziel guides you further into their house, presumably towards the room youâll be staying in while youâre there. âItâs all so romantic, thoughâeven if it doesnât feel like it right now. I hope you know youâre doing a good thing, in the end.â
You force your facial muscles into a smile, though it is a ghostly and fleeting one. âThank you.â
Either way, you will have to wait until nighttime to know if Razielâs words come true or not; the sun is still high in the sky. Itâs only midday. Youâve never before hated the sunlight, but right now you curse the sunâs rays that elongate the time between you and your lover.
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âYou all, give him some damn space,â Ten says, trying to pull the younger vampires away so they wonât crowd around the coffin. âHe doesnât need the scare of his life looking at all your faces when he wakes up.â Despite trying his best to be the voice of reason, Ten also has to refuse the urge to station himself beside the coffin and watch for the slightest movement of eyelids, the tiniest twitch of the lips. His hands shake from the frayed nerves of a week of nothing but death and gloom, and even though he doesnât need to sleep, he thinks he will be out for at least two days after all of this is over.
There is no set time, no designated signal for whenâor the dreaded ifâLucas will awaken. The waiting game feels longer than it really is, especially with the hours until the funeral commences steadily counting down. However, it is not very long before thereâs a big sucking breath coming from the coffin, the sudden sound of lungs being filled after a week of complete stillness. Everyone rushes back to the bier when this happens, peering wildly inside the coffin.
Lucasâs eyelids flutter for an eternity before shooting open. He immediately seems distressed upon waking, sitting up out of the coffin so quick that it stutters on its stand, and the others have to steady it before it tips over.
âXuxi...are you okay?â Sicheng asks, voice hushed with nervousness. Despite his unending anger and distress about the situation, Kun has also crowded in to witness Lucasâs awakening, and he visibly sags with relief to see the younger man is at last awake.
The look in Lucasâs eyes is wild. They are momentarily afraid that maybe something has gone wrong with the potionâmaybe it has affected his mind somehow and he doesnât remember any of themâ but then he says,
âY/N. Is Y/N okay?â
âWe donât know,â Sicheng replies. âI mean, hopefully. But it was safer to not have so much cross-communication going onâyouâll have to go to the meeting spot to find outâŚâ
Though the reasons for this make sense, this does not provide consolation. Lucas fumbles his way out of the coffin with the menâs help. Itâs clear heâs still disoriented, which makes them even more nervous, if thatâs possible at this point.
âYou should drink some blood before you leave,â Hendery suggests, and everyone else agrees. Lucas wonât argue that, so he downs one of the blood bags they have stored until he feels a little more like himself.
âYou have to go soon, the funeral is set to start in another hourâweâll have to leaveââ Yangyang warns him, though the words fade at the end of his sentence. He doesnât know how to continue his thought or how to even begin saying goodbye.
Lucas fills that gap by steeling himself and saying his farewells to each of them in turn, though his eyes are troubled and his chin crumples like he might cry at any moment.
âDonât say I never helped you out with anything,â Ten says, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. Being separated is painful, but itâll ultimately serve its purpose of giving Lucas a chance at having a love that none of them could. After seeing Kun suffer the way he did after losing Jingyi, Ten wants to spare another one of his mates from dealing with the same fate.
When Lucas gets to Kun, there is a slight awkward silence and a swift exchange of glancesâLucasâs soft gaze butting up against Kunâs more solid one, which is simultaneously pleading to him and rebuking him for his actions. Still, Kun embraces him tightly enough that their bodies could join together.
âXuxiâŚâ Kun starts, âI donâtâŚâ And then his words break, leaving an unspoken thought between them.
âOne day, youâll forgive me for this,â Lucas whispers to the older man. Kun gives him an endlessly hurt look in return, silently asking him how he could even conceive those words. When they separate from each other, itâs with much reluctance. Lucas looks at them all and nods once, his mouth tight with grief.
âRight. Time to go, then.â
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You awake in the middle of the night to cool fingers on the side of your face, which startles you completely out of your sleep. Opening your eyes to an unfamiliar room scares you even more, and it takes you a moment to remember why your surroundings have changed. The knowledge comes back to you quickly when a large palm slips against your own, long fingers twining with yours.
âXuxi,â you whisper quietly, the sound of his name hanging in the air like a prayer. One of the last few times youâll be able to freely call him that, except in private.
You canât see his figure well with all the lights turned out, but he had no problem navigating through the dark to reach your bedside. Wanting desperately to see his face, you fumble around for the bedside lamp switch before turning it on.
âY/NâŚâ Lucasâs face is suddenly illuminated to you in all its golden glory, a myriad of emotions flickering over his features.
âI didnât even hear you come in,â you say breathlessly. Youâre somewhat sad and wish you couldâve met him at the door, embraced him after his long trip, but it doesnât much matter anymore because heâs here now.
âPoor Y/N. My baby mustâve been so tired.â Lucas bumps his forehead against yours, his whole body drooping with relief as he practically sinks into you, and you giggle a little as you complain about having to hold his weight up. There is a tingle behind your eyes that threatens to turn into a sudden burst of tears, but you try to hold them at bay for a while longer.
âAre we safe?â he whispers, needing your confirmation. âRaziel said so. But...are we really safe?â
âThatâs frightening to even think about,â you reply quietly. âWe canât stay here too long, but for nowâŚI think we will be.â Lucas nods without a word, still holding your hand. His blood-scent is completely absent, as it usually is when heâs around you, and you know heâs used the blockers. Soon, with the ability to go out together and not be arrested or threatened for it, that will not be necessary to disguise his vampirism anymore. âIt...wonât be easy.â
âNo, but the things we want out of life usually arenât.â
You squeeze his hand. âRaziel will help take care of things for us. It wonât all be trials and tribulations. I hope.â More hesitantly, you ask him, âWhat was it like? Being dead?â You know that vampires, being once human, still have souls and an afterlife to go to like most other living beings.
The look on his face is worrying. He doesnât meet your eyes; he only shakes his head and stares at your joined hands. âIt was cold without you.â His lips pull into a weak and chapped smile, if only to quiet your worrying, but that doesnât work as intended. You decide to leave it for now, figuring there will be more time to talk about it when he feels ready.
Turning the light back off, you both press your bodies together as close as they can physically get, Lucasâs head on your chest and his long legs all jumbled together with yours. You fall asleep before he does, lulled away by his comforting and safe presence. He stays awake for a while longer, staring into the dark and the dark staring back into him, before everything else falls away.
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hmmm. my review that nobody asked for.
all in all. i think its safe to say. majorrrr disappointment on literally every single front. except like, robin and vickie i guess.
bloodbath? carnage? gonna sit and stare for a while after finishing? baby. none of that is true. actors are professional liars. everything that happened this season felt like a whole lotta nothing. the russia plotline dragged onnn and onnn and the cali gang were totally sidelined and stancy? in 2022? there goes steves arc. so many relationships juuuust down the drain.
i hate that its eddie who died. i liked eddie, yeah, but gaaaah i cant get OVER it if youre gonna go around saying its time to kill off some of the main cast just DO THE DAMN THING!!!! people have been waiting for steve to die since like season 1 man. kill him. commit to killing max. commit to killing hopper. kill nancy! jonathan! i dont care who just dont create another side character just to kill him. im pretty sure they split s4 into 2 volumes one for the money slash hype two it was a way to like. make people get attached to eddie. so him dying would feel like a main cast character dying. there were so many good opportunities to kill steve. i dont want steve to die, im just saying. PLUS eddies death is not mentioned at ALL after the fact with any of the gang, like ???? i get max is in the hospital but he was mike and lucas and dustins friend and everyone bonded with him youd think theyd show a little bit of mourning rather than just.ignoring it. focusing on max. ?????
and the wayyyy he died like they could have hopped back to hawkins and if the bats started to leave just fall in lure them back hop right out. eddie running to the bats makes no sense especially because as he was being killed the people he was trying to protect are being strangled by vines. so. completely pointless. this final battle was incredibly lame and his death was just so anticlimactic.
im upset abt byler bc, while i didnt think it would actually happen, i thought, idk, will would have some importance? mikes not that stupid. hes a dumb dumb idiot (affectionate) but heâs not blind and it really makes no sense to craft the byler narrative like this UNLESS theres an Actual Good Scene in s5 of will like coming out and mike being a good friend.
and like i get that steves relationship with dustin is special but come on heâs friends with the other kids too and that is just so consistently ignored. he and robin and nancy and jonathan know all these kids and have for a Long Time and its just always dustin with the older guys and. where is my steve and lucas or steve and max or robin and max or hell even robin and mike dynamic. they hang out i know they do. show it to us. and dont show us stancy. dont show us steve wanting six kids and an apple pie life with nancy of all people. like i get long time yearning, i am a big fan of that actually, but with stancy... especially the way their relationship ended!! you cant retcon that. nobody wants it.
quick side note too like steve was just... okay? after being choked twice and having his insides eaten? never mentioned again? theyre so weird with physical injuries. dustin got his stupid little limp but steve is never shown to be hospitalized or even checked out and his choking bruise rash is just. gone. after two days. yeah, no, i dont buy that. its just him being ignored and forgotten in the narrative.
ANDÂ THEN we spend all season watching incredibly stretched out narratives with all the separate groups. and we dont even see them all together. only some of them. i get that season 5 is supposed to pick up immediately after (? it has to, right?) but where was that moment of everyone coming together with one piece of the puzzle to make things make sense. the different plotlines didnt connect. if youre gonna make the story focus on the plotlines and not the characters then at least try and make the plot cooler, you know? it just felt. weak. like marvel movies feel. oh goody another fucking monologue.
and now im just being nitpicky but eye personally am not a fan of the jokes abt hopper being skinnier slash not fat. i needed to lose weight or im not fat anymore (to el) or you shrunk like no shit he lost weight. he was in a RUSSIAN PRISON being fed moldy bread for EIGHT MONTHS. that just what this show needed. jokes abt starving making someone look better slash healthier. they dont outright say he looks better, iâll give them that, but it is 1000% implied that its a good thing he lost weight, mostly brushing over the STARVING IN A RUSSIAN PRISON aspect of it.
and even more nitpicky the one good thing of robin and vickie? yay another skinny white girl. more skinny white lesbians. hoo ray. wheres that bechdel comic abt why dont they show anyone like us?
vecna looked stupid. there was too much for shock value. where was argyle in the last scene? abandoned in the woods? murray? like its full on 7 am right now and i am. i knew id be disappointed. i knew i would. and i am! this show has lived long enough to see itself become the villain.
however. mike is my baby. steve is my baby girl. i love robin and i love lucas and i love jonathan and argyle and joyce <3 and mike again hes really just my idiot baby boy i love the characters and i am looking forward to seeing the, frankly, much better alternatives other people come up with. duffers :( stop trying to outdo yourselves. you cant. you dont want to. sigh.
#mine#stranger things 4#i am going to SLEEEP#that was so long#i havent read over this sorry. i dont care.#stranger things is feeling very. supernatural.#theres potential that will never be tapped into.#but we watch bc we must. and these characters sure are in situations.
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Of Gorgons And Gardens
Fandom(s) : The Mandalorian and Prospect [2018]
Pairing: The Mandalorian [Din Djarin]/Reader/Ezra
Rating: Holy shit uh. Explicit.
AN: That's right. I've done it. It's time for the sex pollen. This is a standalone that's not involved with either of my previous tales related to these fine boys, so we have a Death Watch-raised Mando that takes the Creed incredibly seriously and an Ezra that's well armed. Also I apologize for the constant viewpoint switches. Enjoy!
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[!TRIGGER WARNING!: For obligatory dubious consent due to sex pollen, as well as threesome activities, breeding kink and gratuitous bodily fluids. Stay safe!]
The quarry was named Ezra. Not that their name mattered, the chain code was freshly generated. The strangest part was that there had been no image attached to the puck.Â
Din had tipped his helmet to the side, narrowing his eyes and tapping the bounty puck curiously. "Somethin' wrong with this?"
Karga shook his head. "No, he's just too slick for us to have any holorecords on him. Somebody from Bakhroma wants him alive."
Undocumented quarry was exceptionally rare, and not usually something that one requested a Mandalorian for. It indicated green prey, a first-time offender. "Bakhroma, huh? Pretty far out." He wasn't an idiot. There had to be a reason why Karga had offered him this one specifically.
"Guy apparently walked off with a majority of someone's aurelac pull. Typical floater squabble, but one of them ponied up the mining points for credits and asked for a certified, card-carryin' Mando." Karga had leaned back in the booth. "How's the kid?"
Din had just grunted noncommittally in reply, gloved fingers scooping the puck off the table. "I have to get back to the Crest."
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"The target has been on Bakhroma relatively recently. Not sure if he was in the Green or not, but either way he'll probably be a walking biohazard." Mando muttered, turning his head towards you. "So you're staying put."
"Until something happens to you and I have to pull you out of the fire again." You retorted with a smirk.Â
"Hey, that was one time." You knew he was narrowing his eyes, though you weren't quite sure how you knew. Something about the way he tilted his head ever so slightly to the right clued you in.
"You were full of nexu quills."
"One. Time." The Mandalorian growled. "I even said thank you."
"You sure did," You replied, laughing. "Right before you passed out!"
He palmed over the side of your head roughly. "Brat." His grumble was fond, softening the edge of the insult. "Promise me you'll stay on the Crest, Senaar, otherwise I'll ask Omera to take you and the kid for an extended sleepover."
"Fine, I promise." You relented, huffing in annoyance.
He tinkered with his charts for a moment, then tilted his head again. "Where did you go earlier? I got done with Karga hours ago. Couldn't find you."
You stiffened, abruptly absorbed in checking the fuel levels. "Oh you know. Around." You said breezily.Â
"Well in the future, when you feel like going around, at least let me know so I don't think you've been abducted." Mando grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.Â
"Aw, you're cute when you care!" You cooed, making him scoff and return to his control panel.Â
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In hindsight, he wasn't sure what he was more pissed off about. The fact that this Ezra character had led him on a wild fucking chase over half of a suspiciously verdant moon, or the fact that his brain had apparently decided to shift into overdrive regarding you. He couldn't get you offâŚ
Get you off his mind, that is. Stars, he was so confused.Â
He felt like he had been walking in circles for hours, the only noise the steady beep of the tracker. He was too hot. Thirsty. His armor was chafing like it never had before; it was less like an extension of his body and more like a too-tight skin he needed to shed. Din finally bent over, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.Â
"You look like shit," drawled an unfamiliar voice while a set of knuckles rapped on the back of his helmet. Djarin jerked upright and immediately staggered, fumbling to grip a tree trunk for support. His vision swam uncertainly, and he blinked several times in an effort to clear it.Â
The man in front of him was clad in a utilitarian suit that bore an unfamiliar logo, maybe a mining corporation. No duraplast or durasteel visible, no unnecessary frills, old-fashioned rubber gaskets to seal where glove met sleeve. Din's gaze traveled upwards, past the man's chest to his large domed helmet. He kept his motions deliberate. He had been caught off-guard by this man, but he wouldn't--
What?!
"I'll assume you're encroaching upon my solitude to haul my undesirable personage back into civilized spaces?" The man inquired after Din had taken several long seconds to try and understand what he was seeing. "For monetary compensation, if I had to hazard a guess. There are few lures that tempt a man so far out into the uncharted."
Why does he have my face? Sure, the scars were different. Different facial hair, different hairstyle, and a wild little tuft of blond sprang from amidst the dark locks at his hairline. But it was him. Same brown eyes, same nose, same mouth curving into an infuriatingly benign smirk. Djarin was struck with the sudden urge to punch him, his belly writhing.
"I take it the dust has you firm in its grip. A real pity, that. I'd love to sympathize, but regrettably I am at an advanced state of the same condition." The quarry gestured at his right arm, where a bloodstain blooming on the fabric of his suit indicated a loss of the integrity of said suit. "I'm Ezra, though I'm certain you're already well aware. And you?"
"Irrelevant." Din grated out, clumsy fingers fumbling to get his binders off his belt.Â
"A man of action, excellent! I shall acquiesce, but only because being removed from this Centaurian mass is infinitely better than being confined to it." Ezra replied with a sage nod, extending his wrists. "Whither to, my recalcitrant steerforth?"Â
"Be quiet." The Mandalorian grunted, his mind still reeling. How does he have my face? Then, a new, far more troubling thought occurred to him.
If he turned Ezra in, people would inadvertently know what he looked like. They wouldn't know, but they would know. What would that mean for him? For his dedication to the Creed? Did things like that count against him? Had something like this ever happened before?
"Tell me you, at the bare minimum, have functional transport?" Ezra asked after Din had relieved him of his blaster, sounding hopeful. It was so strange hearing his own voice with such an odd, imprecise cadence to it. The Mandalorian had worked for years to improve his Basic so that anyone and everyone would be able to understand him through the coarse modulator, though he still ended up sounding hitchy or curt most of the time.Â
"How else would I have gotten here?" Din snapped, gesturing the other man forward with the encouragement of his own weapon.
At least now he knew how to get back to the Crest, thank the Maker for his helmet and the tracking protocols he had. Now, observing his previous path of forward motion, he realized with a jolt how much it wound back and forth. He had been walking in circles.
Since when did he lose his sense of direction? Even in unknown territory, he usually had a damn good idea of which end was up. That concerned him.
And on top of everything else, Ezra wouldn't shut the hell up.
"Be quiet." Din muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time. How long had they been walking? Probably his own fault. With how much his head was spinning, he didn't dare deviate from the winding trail he had left. Even if a straight path would have been miles quicker.
Ezra continued to drone, "a toilsome marathon of carnage, I assure-"
"I said, be fucking quiet."Â
The target huffed out a breath, but obliged Djarin's terse demand for the moment. Din's head was pounding, his already short fuse shrinking with every word out of the talkative man's mouth. Was this the Maker's hysterically ironic way of compensating for how little a solitary Mandalorian would speak? Making a doppelganger that was ceaselessly chatty?
Din talked a lot more these days, between you and the kid. Maker, you. His head swam again and a low, guilty heat throbbed in his belly. You talking to him, the way your mouth moved around your words-
No. No, stop, he told himself sternly, two fingers sliding idly between the gasket and gorget at his throat just so he could breathe a little easier. This planet's air felt thick, like breathing through tar.Â
"I would not indulge that craving, were I you." Ezra spoke up, the man obviously watching him claw at his neck. "The less exposure you have, the better."Â
Din wanted to snap at him because honestly how many times do I have to say shut the fuck up-
But then he stopped. Since when did he even do things like breach the seal of his own fucking helmet on an unfamiliar planet?! He flinched, tearing his hand away and hating the low, wry chuckle that issued from the quarry. The other man mused, "It's already too late for me, you know. I imagine I'll have an hour, perhaps two."
"What the hell are you talking about now."
"The dust, my armored associate. It permeates. Sludges the mental processes." Ezra shrugged with only one shoulder. "Among other things."
"How do you know so much about it?" Din gritted his teeth against the buzzing pain in his stomach. "Seems pretty stupid of you to hide out here." Especially if you know the flora is deadly.
"There is naught to do on a freighter slingback aside from read." Ezra's eyes narrowed. "And I could hardly pick and choose which moon my pod decided to give out on, you monosyllabic knuckle-dragger."
"Watch your mouth before I break it." Din snarled.
"Lo and behold, he comprehends! I assumed all you knew how to say was a stagnant variation on the theme of be fucking quiet." Ezra retorted with enraging cheer.Â
Din's gloves creaked with the tension of his fists and he barely kept from slamming them into his temples. They were almost to the Crest. Almost. Once they got there, he would throw this mouthy nerf herder into the carbonite andâŚ
And what? And turn him over? And inadvertently compromise his whole identity, possibly destroy decades of loyally obeying the Creed?Â
All the deprivation, the loneliness, the weakness of his own heart...
"Be fucking quiet." The Mandalorian muttered, knowing full well that the other man hadn't said anything. Be fucking quiet. Be fucking quiet quiet quiet just fucking be quiet--Â
Din ground the heels of his palms against the curve of his helmet at his forehead, praying for some kind of relief.
Carbonite, he reminded himself.
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Ezra grudgingly held his tongue, which even he had to admit was a rarity. Unlike the other floaters that had approached him before and met their swift demise, this particular bounty hunter was heavily kitted. The gleaming plate he sported didn't seem to hinder his motion in the slightest.Â
Interesting.
Ezra knew when he had been outplayed, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't banking on the other man having a functional ship even before he decided to go peacefully.Â
The hunter (mentally dubbed Steerforth, he rudely had not introduced himself) obviously had no idea about the pollen, for all his outward preparedness. Clearly Serpentia was not as well known as Ezra had wished.Â
Regrettable.Â
He could hope that the bounty hunter hadn't been exposed, he mused. After all, the man was wearing that positively arresting helmet, and his suit seemed of a sturdy (if unfamiliar) weave. Here was an individual that Ezra would have to tread carefully around, if he wished to escape with his life.Â
His faith waned a bit as he recalled watching the man 'track' him, winding back and forth through the trees like a drunken mule until Ezra had taken pity on him and turned himself in.Â
The hunter was terse in his speech, likely weary from the chase. Ezra could sympathize, he was weary from running. It had almost been a relief when that last hunter had attacked him and forced him to crash the pod on this moon. Though his relief had quickly turned to dismay when Ezra had done a full turn outside his pod and realized just what was making all the pollen in the air.
Serpentia, Serpent's Tongue. He had never encountered the plant in the proverbial flesh, but once upon a time he had been accidentally doused with the extract when a holding tank had burst while he was on a job site.
His skin crawled as he remembered the torment that followed during his solitary confinement. He had been nigh-certain he would not recover, clawing free of the haze that had gripped him with the barest vestiges of his mental faculties.Â
This moon's Serpentia population seemed infinitely kinder than the concentrate he had encountered, if only for its soft, creeping approach. It lapped at the base of his brain, dulled the edge of his panic until he was nearly comfortable with the ache that licked hot in his groin.Â
But thank Kevva for this bounty hunter lumbering through the brush! With a little luck, Ezra would be able to persuade him to accept a few pearls of aurelac in lieu of dragging him back to face that greatly-exaggerated justice.
...
According to the limited information from the Crest's scans, the air on this moon was perfectly safe to breathe.Â
And if what Mando had said was right, he probably would need the ship to himself for a little while to decontaminate. So you had posted up beside the ramp once he had departed, occasionally wiping the sweat off your brow. The atmosphere was humid and you watched as breezes too delicate for you to even feel nudged the thick pollen in the air this way and that.Â
The moon was liberally coated with lush vegetation; just finding a place to safely land the Razor Crest had been a Herculean effort. You wondered vaguely if there was a lake or spring nearby that you would be able to cool off in. The ship's fresher was functional, of course, but its water had been sitting in the holding tank for a few cycles now and it smelled rusty.Â
The pollen covered everything, orange-red substance sticking to your already-damp skin. You grimaced, wondering if maybe you should have put on your suit. But no, the atmosphere was safe. The scans had said so, and you already spent so much of your time in your thick suitâŚ
The sunshine felt wonderful after all the hyperspace travel, like a warm embrace from a friend. You caught yourself wondering what Mando's hug might feel like. Probably uncomfortable, what with all the beskar. You scoffed at your thoughts. You really needed to stop thinking about him like that, he was technically your boss even if he called you his partner. So what if he had passed out on top of you? That had been an infection thing.
It wasn't as if he had stroked your cheek before he dropped, his voice breaking when he called you Senaar...Â
So what if you had solicited not one, but two Mandalorians during your last stop on Nevarro?Â
It wasn't as if he noticed anything that you did, aside from when it had inconvenienced him. It wasn't as if you couldn't handle your little infatuation with him, even if it did result in you seeking out Mandos that would give you attention.
You propped your chin up on your hand, your eyes half-focusing on the dust floating in the air. It was nice to just relax for once, though there was a little guilty sensation in your stomach. Because Mando was out there working, while you...were lounging around, soaking up the sunlight.
You weren't sure how long you sat there, but you finally got up with a groan and a stretch that felt heavenly. You would investigate the surrounding area, you decided, maybe you could rustle up something fresh. If you couldn't be active on the hunt for the quarry, you could at least restock the larders.
After what only felt like a few steps, you quickly stumbled across thick vines that bore an unfamiliar, violet-hued fruit. The fruit was the size of your fist, and the skin had slight give to it. Light-colored flowers dotted the vine here and there, their tiny stamens crested with heavy crowns of thick pollen. Clearly you had located one of the many sources of the dust that choked the air.Â
You picked one of the fruits and propped it up on a flat rock, using your trusty field knife to slice it open. It had orange pulp inside it, and a small hollow in the middle filled with pinkish fluid. The whole fruit reminded you of a sunset. Dimly, you thought that you probably shouldn't be touching this fruit with your bare skin, on the off chance that it might be caustic or toxic. But it looked delicious.Â
Surely just a little taste wouldn't hurt?
The pinkish fluid was almost overwhelmingly sweet, and sticky. It dribbled down your chin when you tipped the fruit to slurp it up. You laughed at yourself, tugging your tunic to scrub at your face.Â
Mando will love these.
You weren't sure where the thought came from, but obviously it was true. The idea of Mando being alone, slipping off his helmet to eat...the juice from the fruit glistening on his mouthâŚ
Your breathing had quickened. You carefully harvested more of the round fruit, tucking the ripe produce into the makeshift cradle of your tunic. Once you decided you had enough, you turned on your heel and went to make your way back to the Crest.Â
...
No.
No no no no no-
Din stared at the partially-ajar ramp on the Crest and he wanted to yell.Â
"Oh dear." Ezra murmured faintly. "What a predicament." He had been getting quieter and quieter the closer they drew to the ship, so hearing him talk again sent a jolt down Din's spine. "You left your egress open? How careless of you."
"I didn't." Din snarled, wrapping his fingers around the binders on Ezra's wrists. You. The throbbing in his stomach lurched.
Ezra's eyes widened and he abruptly planted his feet. Din hadn't realized just how off-kilter he was, normally something like a shift in weight wouldn't be enough to make him stagger. But he almost toppled, barely getting his balance back in time. "Is there someone else on that ship?" Ezra asked sharply.Â
"Of course." Din didn't even think to lie. "Partner."
"Would they have wandered? Exposed themselves?" The prospector-thief-quarry continued to quiz him and Din resented it just a little.Â
"Be quiet," He grunted, tapping at his gauntlet to open the ramp, "and get in the fucking hold."
Ezra abruptly drew himself up to his full height. "I do not believe you actually want me to do that." He intoned with difficulty, his teeth gritted. "Putting myself, yourself and the potential of one more infected person into an enclosed space is a veryâŚ" His words faltered. "Oh."
Din whirled, visor traveling up the ramp into the dim hold. And just barely visible at the edge of the ramp, a small pile of what looked like fruit--was that your leg?! He lunged forward, his blaster ready.Â
"I would not advise you to approach them!" Ezra barked.
"Fuck you!" Din snapped, striding up the ramp to kneel alongside your body. He crushed one of the fruits beneath his knee, lurid pink juice erupting to soak into his suit. The color was high in your cheeks, your body blotchy with flush. Pollen encrusted your neck and shoulders, drifted through your hair; something pink and shiny coated your lips like a strange gloss.
Din caught himself leaning in and jerked back at the urgency in Ezra's voice when the prospector called, "Do they breathe, man?"
"Be quiet!" Djarin roared. Why hadn't he checked that first? What was wrong with him? He shoved his vambrace against your mouth, his chest clenching in relief when your breath fogged the metal. Stars.Â
"I'm afraid this complicates things quite significantly." Ezra said loudly, fidgeting at the base of the ramp. "I was unaware you had a partner of the...other biological persuasion. Had it just been you and I, two masculine-presenting bipeds, things would have been miles simpler."
"What the hell are you saying now?" Din was getting tired of this shit, tired of listening to the other man talk.Â
"This plant is...shall we say, heteronormative." Ezra drawled, waving his bound hands in the air to illustrate the cloying pollen. Din cocked his head in confusion. "You know, masculine and feminine? Male and female? Different. Hetero."
Djarin scoffed derisively. "My people don't care about that shit."Â
"A noble practice to be certain, very forward-thinking."
"This is the Way." The Mandalorian replied.Â
Ezra soldiered on, "Unfortunately, the plant that infests this planet does indeed differentiate. Fruit for the female, pollen for the male." He added hurriedly, "in the biological sense, of course! I will not make any assumptions about your partner. The fruit is a...a catalyst. Are you familiar with the old-Earth religious writings, the ones that mention the Garden? Or perhaps the Greek pantheon may have been more your style?" When Djarin shook his head, Ezra sighed. "The genus name in Basic is slippin' my mind. But this particular iteration is known as Serpent's Tongue, Serpentia. It is Medusine in nature and it inspires feelings ofâŚ" Ezra paused, licking his lips nervously. "Heat." Â
"Heat." Din repeated blankly, knowing that he must be missing something.Â
Ezra ducked his head, breaking eye contact. "As in, being in heat." The man clarified after a moment.Â
"Excuse me?"Â
"I'm-"
"Excuse me?" Din snarled, running his fingers through the juices that coated his knee. It was thick, sticky like syrup, why was it warm--He bolted to his feet and stalked back down the ramp. Ezra took a step back, and then another, the quarry obviously wary of him. Good. The satisfied feeling took some of the edge off his frustrated panic. "So what the hell is wrong with my partner?" Din grated out.
"Er, to couch it in layman's termsâŚ" Ezra hesitated, clearing his throat. "They are aroused."
Aroused. Aroused. Aroused. "Sexually?" Din hated the way the word came out, all breathy like he was a youngling that had just learned about the wonders of copulation.Â
Ezra nodded, grimacing. "From the sound of your tone, I would hazard a guess that the two of you have not been intimate."
"Why would we have been?" Din retorted bluntly.
Ezra raised an eyebrow, seeming as if he was avoiding looking at you. Good. Mine. Din had no idea where the hell that thought came from. "Oh of course, I was foolish to assume so blatantly." The prospector muttered. "That does complicate your own matters further, however. Were you previously sexually intertwined, this would have been much more simple." He suddenly doubled over at the waist, a loud grunt forced from his mouth and a low exclamation of, "fuck, fuck-"
The curse sent a hot flicker down Din's spine and it took him a second to realize that you had made a noise in reply. You sounded dazed, scared. He whirled on the ramp and knelt again, taking your hand. "Senaar, you coming around?" Your eyes looked...wrong, blinking open slowly; your pupils were blown like you'd been spiced.Â
You stared up at him for several long seconds before your mouth opened. "Wanted to make lunch." You managed to say. "I don't feel good."Â
"Well, you don't look so great either." Din said gruffly.Â
"Bastard." You groaned at him, trying to sit up. "Maker, I feel so hot, I...oh! Oh no, you smushed one." You appeared to have noticed the remains of the sticky fruit currently seeping into his knee. "I wanted you to try it. Tastes...tastes...it's so sweet Mando, s'like candy." You saying his name (even if it wasn't his actual name, shit) was like a lightning bolt to his groin. You dragged your hand over his knee, gathering up the remnants of the fruit and then sliding your fingers into your mouth.Â
You brought him food. His lungs felt too full and not full enough. Stars, the idea of you feeding him that, smearing it all over his mouth with those pretty little fingers-
No, the helmet. The helmet. He couldn't take off the helmet. The Creed.
He jerked his head up, looking to Ezra. The other man was still doubled over, holding his midsection as best as he could with his hands bound.Â
A dark, uncharacteristically evil thought wound its way into Din's mind, sweet and smokey like a good ne'tra gal. "Get in the ship." He grunted. Ezra glanced up and Din was a little startled by the level of emotion he displayed. He wasn't used to seeing expressions play out on his own face. The other man seemed wildly uncomfortable and Din found that grounding, for whatever reason.Â
"I do not dare to." Ezra panted finally. "Just being this close is...immensely troubling. I am not the master of my own body at this moment, Steerforth."
"Is this the target?" You asked softly. Din nodded and he could almost feel your eyes raking over the other man. "What happened? He's hurt."
Shit, he had nearly forgotten. Ezra was still bleeding from his arm. The quarry had obviously forgotten as well, clearly dealing with a much more pressing matter.Â
You beckoned to the other man and Din had to rein in the knee-jerk reaction to grab his blaster as Ezra reluctantly approached. He had never been territorial about you before, what the hell was the matter with him?Â
Ezra halted a good five feet away from you, keeping his head down. "I am Ezra. I apologize in advance for my untoward behavior." He muttered, his voice gone so low and gravelly he actually did sound like Din. The Mandalorian's stomach pitched uncertainly. "I am not myself at this point in time."
"What happened to your arm?" Your tone was warm, concerned. Din's fists clenched. "Did Mando do that?"
"Oh, no! Of course not. Your compatriot has been nothing if not a complete gentleman." Ezra replied wryly. "I sustained this injury during a previous floater's quarrel."
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You hummed and you saw Mando stiffen up out of the corner of your eye. What was wrong with him? One second he had been leaning over you, all worry and hand holding. The next, he was barking at the quarry.Â
And the quarry was hurt. Ezra, Ezra, his slow drawl making your head swim and your chest tingle. Never mind Mando, what was wrong with you? You felt so strange, like you were hyper-fixated.Â
Maker, maybe you shouldn't have eaten that fruit. "I'm sorry." You apologized to Mando, your lower lip beginning to quiver. "I just wanted to give-"
"Be quiet." He ordered, his voice startlingly gentle. A gloved thumb pressed to your lower lip and you stared up at him, opening your mouth automatically even though you knew he was just wiping the juice away. You were startled when he slid his thumb into your mouth, but you obligingly cleaned the juice from the leather with your tongue. Shouldn't this be strange? But Mando just did it, like it was normal. Maybe it was normal.Â
Your mind flew back to your sultry encounter on Nevarro, how you had occupied yourself while Mando wrapped up his business with the Guild, and warmth lanced through your stomach as you recalled greedy gloved hands grasping and caressing your bare skin-
"Steerforth, if you are to carry on in that heated demonstration I must plead for the carbonite treatment that you were so hellbent on throwing myself into earlier." Ezra sounded like he was in pain. "I have only endured this once before and it was a torment that threatened my already-tenuous sanity. Have fucking mercy man, I implore-"
"Be quiet." Mando snapped, "we have to treat your arm, right?"
"Fuck." Ezra swore again, the sound writhing through your belly. "Hurry then."
"Get in the ship. I'll turn on the filters."
"Do not leave me alone with them, I implore you!" Ezra cried, that domed helmet finally tilting enough for you to catch a glimpse of his face. "I am not the master of my own body, Steerforth."Â
His eyes were dark, impossibly dark, and frantic as he argued with Mando. His skin seemed tanned or olive through the sun-struck dome of his suit's helmet. Short brown hair was plastered flat to his forehead with sweat, and the lower half of his face was coated in a somewhat unkempt mess of facial scruff. Too long to be five o'clock shadow, but too bedraggled to be dubbed anything else.
Roguish, you decided, wanting to laugh at yourself. He looks roguish. What a ridiculous thought to have! Not obviously dangerous like Mando, but still dangerous. Was that your heartbeat throbbing in your ears? You sighed softly, taking a step towards the other man without meaning to.Â
Mando's hand was suddenly on your arm. "Hold it. Treatment. We have to treat his wound." He said gruffly.Â
You nodded. Of course. Who knew what he had been exposed to through the breach in his suit? "I was going to help him walk?"
Mando shook his head. "You get the kit. You've got no gear on. He's contaminated." He reasoned. "Get me the kit and then seal yourself into the cockpit so we can filter the hold." You nodded again and his hand found your cheek, gloved fingers grazing your neck before he jerked back. "S...Sorry." he apologized.
"It's okay." You whispered.
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Ezra, helmet discarded and suit stripped to the waist, flinched away from Din's touch yet again. "Stop. This is a bad wound. It'll get infected if I do this wrong." Din snapped. He rarely encountered blaster wounds that didn't self-cauterize, even though that tended to come with its own set of problems.
"I do not mean to tear free." Ezra protested. "Blood flow has increased. I amâŚ" He paused, biting his lower lip. "Sensitive. Surely you have a handheld? One of the burners? Just burn it shut man, Kevva, I cannot even endure the graze of your fingers."Â
"If I give you a burner patch, it'll seal in the infection." Din reasoned, flushing the wound again. "Focus on something else."
"I cannot." Ezra said sharply. "There is only one matter my brain currently wishes to focus on, and it is not the dire straits of my wounded arm."Â
"Them?" Din asked, keeping his voice low.Â
Ezra shot him a guilty look from beneath his sweat-matted fringe of brown hair, finally nodding. "It is ludicrous, but I feel as though I can taste them." He confessed. "Gods, I wish I had never landed on this accursed moon. I wish I had never encountered the Serpentia."
"What will happen?" Din did his best to maintain his vocal level as he bandaged the other man's wound.
"Arousal. Sheer, unadulterated arousal. You ache, like the worst fever you've ever had. I've heard it is even more excruciatin' for those of the other human biological persuasion, due to their genitals being internal. Though it is Medusine in nature, so it has a...failsafe, of sorts. You are seized with the primal instinct to mate, conquer, claim. It does not stop until you have buried your...until you have sheathed yourself in an orifice." Ezra was gasping for air. Obviously just talking about it was enough to cause him distress, either that or Djarin was being rougher than he thought. "Steerforth please, I-"
"This will cause them pain?" Din asked slowly.Â
Ezra nodded jerkily. "I have been told it's like a sickly, stabbing heat. Fingers are not enough toâŚer, extinguish the flames." His cheeks flushed. "The tongue soothes, but not overlong. Internals require certain length, and...rigidity." Din didn't miss the way his eyes flickered down to the beskar that covered his upper thighs. "When last I encountered this damned flora, I suffered the effects alone and I felt as if I would go mad."
Tongue. Fingers. Rigidity. Din's mind reeled. "Specifics." He gritted out, his body awash with heat in his armor when Ezra made a pitiful noise.
"Kevva, have mercy on me Steerforth."
"I said. Specifics." Din fisted a glove in the other man's hair, tilting his head back and forcing him to look up. Ezra moved, albeit reluctantly, the Adam's apple of his throat bobbing when he swallowed. "Specifics." Din repeated himself, a little softer this time.
Ezra shuddered all over. "They will seek you out. To be fucked." He said, cringing a bit as if he disliked using the word. "You must open them up with your tongue first, dissolve the Medusine barrier with saliva. That's the failsafe, you see, an individual of that biological persuasion who is suffering cannot be penetrated without tender effort. Ease into it and perhaps they will not loathe you when this madness has run its course-"
"I can't." Din interrupted.Â
"What?" Ezra gawked at him.Â
"I can't. T-Tongue. Not allowed. Forbidden." Din felt like he was drunk. "Helmet."
The other man's brow furrowed. "You can, I presume, take off other portions of your plate?"
Din shook his head, wishing that he could explain it better. "Technically yes, but it's frowned upon. Exceptions happen. And under no circumstances can I take the helmet off."Â
"How in the Fringe have you ever-"
"I...inspire feelings in people." That was probably the most delicate way he could have said I cater exclusively to bipeds with a predator/prey fetish. Din grimaced. "I'm large and imposing. Usually that's...enough. No need for warm up." He said awkwardly. "Armor stays on."
"What a bewildering existence!" Ezra tilted his head in disbelief. "So you have never removed�"
Din shook his head. "Not in the presence of others. The Creed forbids it."
"Your dedication is admirable, but unfortunately it leaves your partner twisting in the wind." The quarry pointed out. "I would offer my services, but I am an unknown and-"
"Yes." Din gritted out, that dark thought slithering back through his mind.Â
"Yes?"
"Your services." Din took a deep breath. He didn't bargain with quarry, but this man had his face. He couldn't turn him in without jeopardizing everything he had sworn his life to. "In exchange, when this is...when they no longer require your services, I'll let you go."
Ezra's eyebrows bunched together. "I'm afraid I don't follow, Steerforth."
"I don't want them to be in pain." Din's voice grated in his throat and he watched Ezra's eyes widen in comprehension. "I don't want them to hurt."
"You...this is not just the Serpentia. You have a prior attachment to them."
"It doesn't matter what I do or don't have." Djarin muttered dismissively. "Because of the Creed, I...I can't. But you can."
"You can't give them your mouth, certainly, but there are-"
"If it's what makes it possible, you have to do it!" Din interjected sharply. "I don't want them to hurt."
"I need you to comprehend what you're askin' of me!" Ezra shot back, his bound fists clenched tight enough to whiten his knuckles. "They don't know me from Job, and you're all but demanding I violate their trust-"
"I don't want them to hurt!" Din roared, startling himself with his own furious reaction. Whatever else he was about to say was cut off by your staggering descent on the ladder. You looked unwell. Ezra skittered back a few steps, falling on his ass with a muffled swear.Â
"Mando?" Your voice wavered and you swayed at the ladder. Din lurched forward, tucking you into his arms as you sniffled, "I don't feel so good. I think I'm sick." You were radiating heat that he could feel even through his suit. Your tunic was soaked with sweat.
"Osi'kyr." Din cursed under his breath after he swapped to his infrared and saw just how brilliant your signature was. "Listen to me, alright Senaar?" He murmured, simultaneously loving and hating the way you nodded in a docile manner. "We know what can fix this. But it's notâŚ" he paused, searching for the right term.Â
"Appropriate." Ezra supplied loudly.Â
"I feel awful." Your whimper made Din's stomach ache. His cock rubbed against the confines of his compression leggings.Â
Ignore it.
"I know you do." Din pressed his palm to your forehead. "Listen to me. We can fix this. You trust me, right?" Your nod was immediate and Din barely stifled his groan. "Ezra knows what's wrong. Ezra can help."
"He can help?" You echoed blearily, looking past Din. "Okay. He said something about the fruit before, right? I shouldn't have eaten it. M'sorry. Was it poison?"
"Poison may have been simpler to endure." Ezra muttered. "It is an aphrodisiac. Do not blame yourself. The fruit is visually appealing for a reason, otherwise the plant would not be able to propagate."
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Aphrodisiac. Your mouth was flooded with that sweet taste at the sound of Ezra's drawling voice, the groan that followed burrowing into your blood.Â
You had never felt this way before. Your body ached and twisted, arousal pooling uncomfortably in your pelvis. Everything felt like it was trapped, your tunic sticking to your skin with sweat. Aphrodisiac.Â
"Please pay attention." Ezra sighed. "I understand this is incredibly distracting, but I have a limited window of coherence." He was trembling slightly, still avoiding your eyes. "Your partner has requested I aid you where he cannot. I will not harm you." He said with gravity. "This is a situation which bodes exceptionally poorly and I am...I am truly sorry for dragging you into this mess."
"Oh, it's okay. Mando gets me into messes all the time." You brushed off his apology and Ezra choked out a bitter laugh.Â
"I fear you may change your tune once the pain truly starts." He remarked.
"He says it'll hurt." Mando murmured. "Like stabbing."
You knew your eyes widened with fear because Mando was quick to envelope you in his arms again. He had never been this touchy before. It was...strangely nice. The coolness of his armor felt wonderful on your skin and you moaned in relief. Mando went stiff at your noise, his gloved fingers clutching the nape of your neck. Up until this point, you had just felt some minor throbbing. Distracting, but negligible.
This was different.
...
Your breath hitched in your throat and your fists curled into his suit, knees buckling as a low, wavering cry left your lips. Din jerked at the sound. He had never heard you make that kind of noise before, not even when you had been shot--
Oh he was fucked. He was so fucked. Was he excited or terrified? "Easy, you're okay, you're okay," he soothed, clumsily brushing the hair back from your face. Who was he even trying to convince?!Â
"Make your choice expediently, Steerforth. Am I to be thrown in carbonite or put to work?" Ezra queried through gritted teeth.Â
"You know I would never do anything to hurt you." Din said to you, ignoring the other man for the moment. "I won't let anything happen to you. I need you to trust me for right now, alright? We can fix this."
Your grip on him tightened even further. "I don't like how this feels." You whispered.Â
Din closed his eyes in a futile attempt to ward off his own self-loathing, pressing your cheek against his breastplate. "I know, Senaar. I'll be right here with you. I just...can't give you what you'll need." He stuttered, offering on a desperate whim, "I-I can hold you, if you want." You nodded frantically into his armor.Â
"If you have a...a blanket. A sheet. Something for the floor, we are going to make a mess and I am uncertain if we will be able to protect your partner's modesty." Ezra muttered, his bound hands resting surreptitiously over his groin. "They may be more enthusiastic than one would anticipate."
Din patted your elbow, trying to gentle his voice. "Go get your pillow."Â
"O-Okay." You gulped.Â
Din tore into one of his many lockers once you released him, the armored man frantically digging around for his extra bedding. Ezra staggered to his feet, moving in close to Din. So that you wouldn't hear him speak, no doubt.Â
"There is still time for you to freeze me, Steerforth. I am not a man without morality, tattered though it may be." He murmured, and Din noticed that his weary brown eyes were surrounded by the same deep lines and cracks that Djarin's own face sported. The Mandalorian hadn't ever paid much mind to just how many expressions he still made beneath the helmet, probably because he knew no one would see them.
Din grabbed the other man's shoulder, searching those eyes. Ezra stared at his impenetrable visor, probably confused by his silence. "I need your help." Din rasped seriously. He didn't trust this guy as far as he could throw him, but he could live with the uneasy truce if it wouldâŚif it meant that he couldâŚ
Stars, this was all so damn wrong.Â
Ezra finally nodded. "I will do my best to assist with the...emotional aftermath. This is not your fault, or theirs. This is merely an unfortunate side effect of a hazardous occupation."
"Thank you."
Ezra's eyebrows shot up, but other than that he gave no indication of his surprise. Din elbowed him to the side, unfolding the thick blanket and spreading it out carefully on the floor of the hold.
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This was certainly an odd predicament.Â
Ezra could not say he had ever been in such a charged scenario, despite his checkered history. His jaw worked thoughtfully as he watched the armored man devote an obscene amount of care to smoothing the wrinkles out of his blanket.Â
Arousal swirled around him like the thick pollen outside, but it was tempered by the terrible memory of that singular past experience where he had rubbed himself bloody on the inside of his suit. He knew he was worse off than Steerforth. No, what had you called him? Mando.Â
Curious.Â
A Creed that prevented the devout from showing the world their face.
Curious. And familiar, somehow. Ezra spooled his mind back, trying to recall why it was familiar. He couldn't focus however, his own breathing becoming too distracting.Â
Mando hadn't gotten nearly as much of the pollen as him. The other man seemed unbearably, impossibly calm in the light of what was about to occur. Maybe it was an illusion afforded by that unreadable helm, or brought about by his lack of prior experience.
Ezra was wildly jealous all the same. "What is their name?" He asked softly.Â
Mando fixed him with a look and Kevva, that helmet was indeed imposing. "I call them Senaar. It...it means bird." He sounded reluctant, like he didn't even want to give up that much. "Names are sacred in the Creed. I couldn't give them mine so they didn't give me theirs, but I had to call them something."
"No names in the Creed, either?" Ezra asked incredulously.Â
The armored man shook his head. "To outsiders we are all Mando. To us, we are Mando'ade. This is the Way."
"A veritable legion of nameless, featureless warriors." Ezra muttered, mainly to himself. He rattled his restraints after a moment. "Am I to remain bound during this frotfest, Steerforth?"
"I'm not stupid enough to give you free range. Be grateful I didn't secure them behind your back instead." Mando snarked.
"I will not harm your little bird." Ezra protested.
"I know." Mando leaned in slightly, broad shoulders made even more intimidating by the blue-steel pauldrons that graced them. "I would kill you before you got the chance."
Oh, such confidence! Ezra wished he was in his right mind, he would obliterate this smug cretin--
His breath caught in his throat as you returned from your excursion. Gods, he had nearly forgotten what he was being called to do. He warred with the obscene urge that dragged his gaze to the crux of your thighs. "A divine sight." He murmured, not lying for once. This entire day had been remarkably truthful.Â
You actually gave him a ribald wink, and that eased his conscience slightly. Perhaps you were not the unsullied, blushing virgin he had feared you might be. Obviously you had used the time you took to grab your pillow wisely, maybe even given yourself a bit of a pep talk.Â
"Have you done this before?" Ezra asked, half-joking. He heard Mando audibly gulp in that damn bucket when you nodded, a pained smile curving your lips. "Not under the effects of such altering substances, I pray?"Â
"Nah, nothing like that." You replied, shaking your head. "It was back on Nevarro, I-"
"Nevarro?" Mando hissed. "You disappeared on me for hours. That's what you were up to?!"
You shrugged weakly. "It doesn't really matter but...there were two Mandalorians, and I wanted, um, something that seemed familiar, I guess." You admitted, your tone remarkably cool for the subject matter.Â
Ezra hid his grin. He was hardly immune to the allure of saucy gossip, and there was nothing quite like gossip that had no particular bearing on him. "Two?!" The armored man's voice squeaked even through the thick modulation and Ezra burst out laughing, the binders knocking his jaw when he tried to stifle his mirth.Â
"I meant more whether you had engaged in copulation in general, but I suppose that would have been a pertinent question as well." He mused once he got himself under control, the low buzz in his stomach blossoming into an excited thrum. "How fortunate that you would be so generous when it comes to your partners, little bird."
"What do you mean, familiar?" Mando carried on over him, obviously agitated by the fresh knowledge that his partner may or may not have some...tendencies. Ezra almost wanted to laugh again; you were nothing if not painfully transparent. Seeking out others like the armored man to have their way with you? Clearly you harbored some sort of affection, kept secret and safe by the walls that humans build around themselves.
But Serpentia had a funny way of sliding that dastardly pink slick through all defenses, leaving the body raw and exposed.
"I mean familiar." You replied, your pillow like a shield between yourself and Mando. Ezra settled back to watch the show, well aware that his smirk was probably insufferable. "I have needs, you know." You continued primly.Â
Mando's fists clenched on his thighs before he pointedly flattened them back out, fingers dragging over the plates. "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't...I'm sorry." He mumbled, patting his leg.Â
You wavered again and nearly fell. The armored man caught you, settling you down with a cautious tenderness that fired a thrower shot of arousal directly into Ezra's gut. He had always been a weak fool for chivalry, though he was able to display precious little of it in his own life. Oh, this was the best kind of story.Â
...
Your face burned with embarrassment; why had you told him about your rendezvous with two other members of his Creed? It was like the words just fell out of your mouth, like your brain itself was against you.Â
You could still remember the way the larger one had pressed his forehead to your own and then encouraged you down his chest to his groin, the way his helmet had tipped back--
A new flood of warmth swept into your cunt and you bit down on your hand to stifle your noise at the pain that followed. Mando paused, then laid your pillow between his open legs. "Lay down on your back." He muttered, patting his leg again. "This way you can see me. I'll be right here."
"I'm-"
"Don't apologize, please." Mando cut you off. "Once this is over, once everything is...over, I...listen, we'll operate as a sealed unit. This maneuver is scrubbed from the start. I never found the quarry. Nothing that we say or do here will ever be mentioned again. Understood?"
Your breath caught in your throat. He was giving you an out. Or himself, you were uncertain. You nodded slowly and his shoulders drooped a little, but whether he was relieved or disappointedâŚ
Well, some secrets were meant to stay that way.Â
Ezra nodded his own agreement. "It is best to have certain protocol already in place when engaging in uncharted waters." He muttered. "Decidedly militant, but I must surmise your Creed taught you that."
"This is the Way." Mando said firmly.Â
"If we are operating under burner infantry orders, then I must voice my trepidation about this engagement," Ezra confessed to you. "I have endured this crisis once before and it was not a pleasant experience. I do not envy the pain I am certain you feel at this moment, but I also know that you are in a...compromised and sensitive position. I...if any advance is unwanted, I trust you will inform me. And if I do not respond, if I am too far gone, please have your associate rescind my invitation." He gestured at Mando with his bound hands.Â
"Wh-What are you going to do to me?" You asked, your voice high in your ears even as you let Mando maneuver you down to the blanket.
"I am going to do for you what your companion cannot, little bird." Ezra's tongue dampened his lips nervously. "And only that, if I understand the situation correctly."
"What heâŚ" you trailed off as a thought occurred to you. Ezra hummed quietly as if to confirm and the sound reverberated through your core, making you whine and squirm restlessly. "Oh, what, stars, you mean-"
"My mouth, little bird." He had a tiny section of blond hair on the right side of his head, the tuft residing rakishly just at his hairline. You hadn't noticed until now, but the whimsical little patch seemed to soften his stern features. "You will need the saliva, regrettably. I am certain that the idea of the mouth of a lowly aurelac harvester on you is a repulsive one, but it is the only way to get the proverbial ball rolling."Â
"Wait, you have to eat me out?" You asked in confusion, trying to get back up. "Hang on, I should shower, I'll-" Agony raked down your spine and you spasmed, a breathy sound of pain forcing itself past your lips.
Ezra's incredulous chuckle soothed the sensation back down to a manageable level. "What an unexpected offer, little bird! I cannot recall the last time someone bathed specifically for me. You will wholly ensnare me if you continue such considerate behavior."Â
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Din's body felt like it was on fire in his armor.Â
You had gone looking for people like him.Â
You had gone looking for Mandos because you wanted familiarity. The idea of you sussing out more of his brothers or sisters because you had needs-
Din wasn't sure if he would survive this particular encounter. He was gripping his cuisses so tightly that the leather of his gloves burned against his fingertips. Mandalorians weren't celibate by any stretch of the imagination, but the Creed could make things...more difficult than they needed to be for a variety of species.
Ezra, despite his hands being bound, was remarkably capable. The man had coached you through the pain when you had tried to move, his voice obviously helping you somehow. Djarin wasn't sure if he was jealous or grateful. Maybe both.
The fact that this was causing you to suffer had him loathing how stiff his cock was in his compression leggings, even though from what he had gathered he couldn't actually help that particular reaction.Â
"I must beg your assistance in disrobing." Ezra was saying softly, tugging at the overly-knotted waistband of your loose pants. "Please, little bird."
"Right, yeah, of course." You mumbled and Djarin could hear the pain in your voice, could feel the twitchy little flinches as you tried to follow Ezra's directions.Â
Hesitantly, the Mandalorian moved his hands up until they rested on your shoulders. You exhaled a breathy little moan, nuzzling your cheek against his glove in what he had to assume was thanks.
"Better." You gasped, seeming more sure as you struggled to undo the sash at your waist.Â
"Well done, Steerforth." Ezra praised, causing something warm and wet to pour into Din's abdomen. The armored man's breathing stuttered, was this what Ezra had been feeling the entire time they had been walking? Stars, how had he even managed-
His cock lurched against the tight hold of his leggings, precome dampening his stomach. Without meaning to, Din's fingers tightened on your shoulders and he grunted quietly.Â
Your eyes shot up, locking with his visor. He knew you couldn't actually see him, but at that moment he felt exposed. "You alright?" You asked quietly, your breath hiccuping when Ezra brushed the stubble of his jaw against your naked thigh. Din ached to do that himself, Maker he wished-
"I'm fine." He choked, like he wasn't roasting alive from the double-edged heat of artificial arousal and jealousy. His left hand slid down, resting at the hollow of your throat. It soothed his ego a little to see that your eyes were still on him, despite what the quarry was about to do.Â
Ezra, he reminded himself. This man wasn't prey anymore, for all that he was keeping the binders on. Din at least needed that level of control. He needed the stability.
That recurrent devious thought surged forward again, dark and heady. Utilizing Ezra, he could indulge vicariously in the hazy desires he had fought for cycles. The wish to bury his face between your legs and eat you out until you cried, like in the raunchy imagecasts he picked up on rare occasion. Putting his bare hands on you, stars-
Din Djarin was a man of extreme self-control. So far, he hadn't overstepped or shamed the Creed, unless you counted the time he was loaded out of his mind with bacteria-laden quills. He hadn't realized just how many of them were embedded in his back until his vision started getting blurry as he was standing over the nexu's dead body. Served him right for letting the feline get the drop on him before he put his backplate on.
You had been so worried when he returned. You were patched into his coms so you obviously heard the struggle he had dispatching the creature. Heard how ragged his breath got and how hard he had to actually fight.Â
Din vaguely remembered flopping down on his belly with you hovering over him, pliers in one hand and bacta shot already buried in the meat of his shoulder. Stars, it was great to have a partner sometimes. If he had come back to just the kid like that, he'd probably be dead from an infection. You didn't even make him take off his suit, you just worked around it.Â
You ended up removing thirty-seven quills of various lengths, most of them bearing nasty hooked barbs. The pain had hit different because of the infection, leaving Djarin trembling boneless and silent on the floor of the hold while you wriggled quills out of his back. He had never felt more helpless, more vulnerable, beskar be damned.Â
"It's alright. I'm glad you made it back." You had said calmly. "I'm not letting you go alone next time, though."
"Thank you, SenaarâŚ"
Din's face flushed when he recalled how badly his voice had cracked when saying the name he called you by, less speech and more a plaintive cry. The way his glove had slipped over the skin of your cheek, and how he had longed to remove that glove...
Maker, he sullied the Creed with his inability to reconcile over lack of touch. The hunger for skin-to-skin contact that reared its ugly head every time you were out of your heavy exosuit and durasteel served as a painful reminder, one much more poignant than the simple weight of his helm, that he was a Mandalorian.
But this doppelganger loophole was a gift to be thoroughly exploited and he wasn't about to waste that opportunity.Â
Ezra buried his face between your legs and Din felt the way your entire body coiled up in anticipation, another trembling cry leaving your lips and your hands twisting frantically into the blanket beneath you. "Mando-!"
His name, his name, you were saying his name even with another man's mouth giving you pleasure. Djarin couldn't help the satisfied little growl that left his lips and made its way through his modulator. He heard Ezra chuckle, the other man pausing to shoot him a sly wink over the length of your body. Din nearly laughed.
"Ezra," He said instead, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. "Make them cry."
He stopped caring about how wrong it was.
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You gasped at Mando's words, already inches from bursting into tears. Ezra's mouth was slowly coaxing you open, the stubble on his cheeks and jaw rubbing your thighs. Every pass of his tongue, every gentle press and suckle sought to untangle the knotted ball of heat in your belly, but you were certain you would lose your mind before you managed to disperse the agonizing feeling.
You were too full, almost too aroused to handle Ezra's mouth on your cunt but you were positive if he stopped licking at you, you would die. Heat felt like it was sloshing in your belly, there was so much of it...
Ezra placed a series of delicate kisses on your clit, each one lighter than the last. His hands, still secure in their binders, clutched your right thigh for purchase when he pulled back to gulp air. His expression was dazed, eyes managing to focus on the armored man that loomed over you after several long seconds. "Will you not indulge, Steerforth?" He sounded like he was almost begging Mando, voicing what you couldn't bring yourself to say. "They ask for you, how can you sit there so damned impassive?"
Your breath caught in your throat when you heard Mando exhale raggedly, the bounty hunter muttering, "M' not impassive. There's nothing I-"
"Touch them, for fuck's sake!" Ezra cried, pointedly rattling his cuffs. "I cannot do both. We must work together!"
The Mandalorian lurched suddenly up onto his knees, then sprawled over your body, slamming one hand down to support his weight before wrapping his fingers in the neck of Ezra's tattered thermal shirt. "You don't call the shots here, quarry." He snarled in That Voice, the one that he reserved for his bounties.
Your hands crept up to his hips, hyper aware of the sweet taste in your mouth and how good this would feel.Â
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Ezra stared at the pitch-black visor inches from his nose. Felt the strength in the gloved hand that threatened to do much more than stretch his shirt.
The prospector took a mental inventory of his body at this juncture, a bit surprised and entertained to find that he was thoroughly invested in this new direction the encounter had taken. Mando was no doubt glaring at him from the safety of that impregnable helm, the other man's hackles obviously raised by the jab from the prospector.
It mattered very little at this point in time, however, as Ezra heard a zipper fly open. Mando flinched so hard Ezra felt it in his back, and the sound you made was enough to get the devil to start sweating. "Seems that you may be outnumbered, Steerforth."
"Target rich--environment-" The armored man snarled. "Senaar, y-your--mouth, fuck-"
He stuttered. He stuttered. Ezra latched onto that weakness with a filthy grin, easily twisting out of the other man's grip to duck his head back down and taste you. Mando's other hand hit the blanket as you undulated your hips up to meet Ezra's mouth. Ezra could only imagine the noises you were making around the other man's cock. He knew you were making them by the way Mando's arms quivered. And wasn't that a sight, a man in full armor rendered helpless by the power of a warm, eager mouth on his cock.Â
"Watch me now, Steerforth." Ezra crooned, tilting his face up to make presumed eye contact. "This is how you make them weep with pleasure." He was sure that his chin was dripping pink at this point and he knew, even without seeing the other man's face, that Mando was barely hanging on. He had to salute the armored man's dedication. A less devout individual would have given out before they made it to the floor.
The Medusine barrier that the Serpentia formed was slowly weakening under the gentle assault of his mouth, Ezra was pleased to notice. Of course, he wasn't exactly rushing, simply going at a steady pace to keep your pain to a bare minimum. You had begun to leak around the barrier, your arousal even warmer than he had expected. Ezra couldn't tell whether it was because he was under the effects of the pollen or whether it was reality that you tasted immaculate, but he reasoned that it didn't particularly matter.Â
He was hungry enough to cope with either happenstance.Â
"Little bird, fuck my face, won't you?" He requested sweetly, chuckling at your enthusiastic response. "Grind yourself to completion on my tongue, break the barrier so that your associate can sheathe himself balls deep in this delectable pussy and give you respite."Â
...
"Fuck." Din rasped, his eyes wide behind the visor of his helmet. The way that Ezra spoke was like fucking music, the man wrapping filthy words in flowery, incomprehensible syntax.Â
The Mandalorian's fingers tangled resolutely in the blanket, the armored man panting as you urged his aching dick even further down your throat. Your hands grappled with his thighs, shoving them wider and then taking two hungry handfuls of his rear to encourage him.
"Senaar-" he started to warn you off, but stopped dead when you moaned around him. Stars, he wondered how you could even breathe--Â
You pulled back, coughing and gasping. "You're doing so well, little bird." Ezra murmured from between your legs. Your only reply was to take Din's cock back into your mouth and oh fuck you weren't stopping-
Your hand found Djarin's in the blankets and you tugged on it, forcing him to try and figure out how to redistribute his weight so you could have the appendage. He managed it of course, he was a fucking Mandalorian after all, but there was a moment where he nearly lost his balance.
You guided his hand to your neck and Din couldn't fight back the groan he let out when he felt his cock bulging through your throat. Fuck, no one had ever been able to take this much of him into their mouth before, halfway was usually the stopping point.Â
Djarin grunted and tilted his head down to watch you struggle, finally wrapping a hand around his cock and easing it back out of your mouth. Strands of saliva connected the engorged head of his dick to your lips. Din sighed stupidly at the sight, fisting his dick and coating his glove with your spit. "You're good at this, Senaar." He said gruffly, knowing that it wasn't really praise, not like how Ezra said it. But words had never been his forte.Â
"Keep speaking to them Steerforth, they leak at every word out of your mouth." Ezra encouraged from between your legs. "That's right little bird, just a bit moreâŚ"
Din was startled, to say the least. You liked when he talked? "IâŚ" he hesitated, then his brow furrowed. "Can't wait to fuck you, Senaar." You whimpered, your hips shuddering. "Fuck you until you don't remember your own fucking name." Din growled. "Breed you like a good Mando should, pump you full of my come just like my Creed-siblings did, right?"
You nodded against his thigh, your sweat seeping through his flight suit to meet his own liberal perspiration. He was so hot, his armor had never been this hot--
"Kevva, that's a kink I didn't anticipate." Ezra panted, pink slick smeared all over his nose and chin. "They certainly like it though, if I understand correctly."
Din could smell you, smell the sweet scent of that fruit mixed with your own arousal. His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of Ezra's neck and he nearly headbutted him on reflex, barely reining the power back in time. Ezra seemed confused at first, the other man obviously dazed with heat and just sort of allowing Djarin to shove his face against his helmet.Â
âŚ
The helm was so cool, Ezra couldn't restrain a relieved sigh when he made contact. Mando appeared to be rubbing your essence all over his helmet, utilizing Ezra's face as a paintbrush. Unorthodox, but effective.
"Oh," Ezra realized, "you've got some sort of olfactory sensors in there, don't you. You lewd creature you!" He teased breathlessly. "If you think they smell sumptuous, I regret to inform you that their taste utterly puts that to shame." Words were heavy in his mouth, the prospector having to work harder and harder to put sentences together. It wouldn't be long before his senses wholly abandoned him, he was certain. "Release me, Steerforth, I mustâŚI must carry out my end of the bargain." He groaned, struggling free. "We are almost at their climax."
Mando was nearly vibrating with anticipation, gloved fingers clawing at Ezra's hair. "Careful," was all the armored man said hoarsely.Â
Ezra nodded, once again touched by the bounty hunter's surprising display of consideration for his partner. "When the barrier breaks, they will need your cock immediately, Steerforth. I will...not be coherent for much longer." He mumbled against your cunt, giving up on speech after Mando nodded.
With one last sweep of his tongue, the barrier dissolved. You sobbed out, your voice breaking as you writhed beneath your large companion and bucked your hips up against Ezra's eager mouth. Slick fairly poured out of you, leaking down your thighs and soaking the blanket beneath you.Â
Ezra didn't remember wriggling his bound hands beneath your rear, simply returning to his senses with your legs over his shoulders and his lungs burning for air but you tasted so good, he felt raw with hunger.Â
Mando's gloved hand covered nearly the entirety of his face, easing him back from his feast. Ezra watched the other man's chest heave in a daze until he suddenly remembered what he was doing. "I apologize, I...I am too far gone." He murmured in contrition, lowering your hips back to the floor.Â
"Ask nicely to fuck their mouth." Mando ordered, his blunt words digging into Ezra's groin. "You said it hurt you last time because you were alone. You helped them not to hurt. If they don't want to let you to fuck their mouth though, I'llâŚ" he hesitated, "I'll figure something else out. Nobody has to hurt."
"'Something else'?" Ezra repeated, stunned. What on earth could this armored man possibly be offering? Those gloves were remarkably soft, the leather worn smooth from a lifetime of use, no doubt- "Oh."
âŚ
The pain had eased, only to be replaced by a searing emptiness. You squirmed beneath Mando, tangentially aware that he was engaged in a discussion with Ezra. Your hand flew to your pussy, the drenched area making an embarrassingly loud noise when you thrust two fingers into yourself in an effort to quell the ache.Â
"Maker, please, please, Mando!" you begged, barely aware of what you were saying. The heat concentrated in your pelvis was burning you alive, desperate tears pouring down your face.
Mando stood to his full height, towering over you, just watching you quiver while you pleaded deliriously. He fairly ambled around your body, moving until he stood between your spread legs. His boot shoved your ankle, opening you even further, exposing every inch of you and the mess that covered the blanket under you. "Senaar." The low burr of modulation made you rock your hips up, whimpering and nodding when he stroked his cock like he was showing off.
Somewhere, deep in your soul, you prayed that he liked what he saw even without the strange pollen instigating.Â
He knelt, gloved fingers curling beneath your chin to pull your eyes up from his thick, perfect cock and the puddle of precome it was currently weeping onto your pubic mound. His touch sent flickering trails of electricity through your body, and you could barely focus on what he was asking.
"Ezra...mouth?"Â
You nodded rapidly, making Mando bark out what could have been a laugh. He cupped your jaw again, and then his hand stroked your hair in a way that was almost tender.Â
"I'll make you feel better." He promised. Ezra was a mess, he looked like you felt. The quarry simply let Mando shove him down onto his knees, his eyes half-lidded. "Undo your suit." Mando ordered and Ezra shakily attempted to obey. He was having a difficult time with his hands still in the binders so you reached out, batting his hands away impatiently to unzip the lower portion of his exosuit.
His thermal leggings were threadbare like his shirt, the waffle-weave fabric soaked through. His cock visibly twitched when you exhaled sharply. "Do not tease me, little bird, I feel as if I am on death's doorstep." The man pleaded through his teeth, "I am raw and agony gnaws at my skin; please take me in your mouth."Â
"I have to get your pants off." You tried to explain, fumbling with the article of clothing. The noise of despair he made had you frantically clawing at the pants, finally dragging them down low enough that his cock was freed. It slapped against his belly and he moaned, bound hands digging helplessly into your hair.Â
"May I please have your mouth?" He requested raggedly. "I will not take it if you do not give it freely but please, little bird."Â
After he had worked so hard to get you to come? You were nodding hurriedly before he finished speaking, and his deep, drawn-out groan of relief was like music to your ears when you swallowed him down.Â
âŚ
You were radiating warmth, your hips twitching and shifting restlessly even as you tried to get Ezra's dick out of his suit. Din had to hand it to the other man, he did ask nicely.Â
But there were much more pressing matters to attend to. Mainly, your neglected cunt that was currently leaking all over the underside of his cock. Djarin took a steadying breath, and then slowly sank himself into your waiting heat.
Your cry of relief was fucking primal, a hungry, feral snarl that slithered hot and seething in his stomach under the beskar plate. Din was wholly, entirely lost, finding himself mentally shattered at the first stroke into your body. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips and then your legs fell open, like you didn't have the strength to hold them up.Â
Shit, he knew he should say something, he knew he should be reluctant about this, but it was like every cell of his body needed you to fucking survive.Â
Maybe he always had.Â
Din bared his teeth and growled back at you, his attention divided between watching you eagerly suck Ezra's cock and watching the way his own dick split you open. His passage was eased by the strange pink fluid that continued to ooze out of you, stars it was so hot-
Ezra's fingers tangled in your hair after a moment, the prospector cradling your head to his groin in a manner that could have almost been described as gentle.
"Is this how my Creed-siblings f-ucked you, Senaar?" Din's voice grated in his chest, the armored man barely aware of the heated words tumbling out of his mouth. "Filling you, claiming you, fucking your throat and pussy?"
"Kevva." Ezra breathed. "Your peculiar voice working in tandem with your cock appears to be the thing that turns them into a voracious harlot. I do not know if I have ever-" His sentence broke momentarily, "oh, fuck, very well little bird, take the whole of it then." He grunted, raking his fingers through your hair as you deepthroated him. "You are absolutely magnificent at that, you know." The other man praised shakily.Â
Your cunt fluttered around Djarin's cock and he felt your arousal soak through his suit, hot fluid sliding down to coat his balls. "Stars, did you just come?" He groaned, unable to stop the filthy noise he made when you whined around Ezra's dick and nodded as best as you could. His fingers gripped your thigh, digging into the skin as he began to rut against you. The Mandalorian threw his head back, panting, "Feel so fucking--good around me, fuck, Senaar, so good-"
âŚ
You felt like you were falling apart again and again. The taste, the sensations, the curling knot of heat in your belly that released inch by inch. Mando's hand on your thigh and Ezra's grip on your head were the things that allowed you to hold on to your sanity, but only just.
Mando was conquering you utterly, his dick driving into you with enough force that you knew you would be aching later, but in the moment you never wanted him to stop. You had craved him, wished for him for so long, to finally have him was total bliss.Â
And Ezra, Ezra, his silky voice caressing your body as his bound hands carded through your hair. His cock choked you again and again and every time you had to pull back off of him for breath he praised you, talked about how good you were, how no one had ever taken him as deep as youâŚ
You were in heaven.Â
Ezra abruptly retreated, his cock smearing more precome across your lips. "If you continue on in this manner I will be undone, little bird." He muttered. "Your one-sided assault, while inescapably delicious, is rendering me wholly base. You wish for me to spill my seed on your face?" His hips twitched. "Or shall I fuck my come down your throat, request that you swallow every drop?"Â
"Fuck it into them." Mando rasped before you could say anything in reply, a gloved hand grabbing your chin. "Fuck your load i-into that sweet little mouth of theirs. Give them what they fucking need, quarry." He demanded, and you nearly came again from how unhinged he sounded.Â
"Well, little bird?" Ezra asked softly, his eyes dark with want. "Shall I take my pleasure from your lewd little mouth and let your beautiful throat milk me dry?"
"Please!" You begged, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to encourage him.Â
Ezra sighed blissfully at the sight, lacing his fingers through your hair and encouraging you to take his cock until your nose rested against his groin. "Fuc-king gods, you are positively celestial." He groaned, "Relegating yourself to a singular partner would be doing you a disservice, little bird. I highly encourage you to weaponize your talents in whatever field you wish."
Come flooded your mouth, his cock twitching heavily against your tongue. Your eyes rolled back, your lungs burning for air and you dimly heard Mando snarl, dropping his helm to rest on your sternum. The metal was blessedly cool even through your tunic, helping to anchor you to reality.Â
"Fucking touch me, please." Mando's voice shook even with the modulator, his words buzzing through your body. "Senaar please, fuck, pl-please, touch me, fucking--"
Your palms crashed into his shoulders, hips bucking upwards to meet his next thrust and you came again. Mando made a noise that you could only liken to a roar, the armored man grappling at your hips and grinding himself against your dripping cunt.Â
"Senaar, Senaar, Senaar--" The name he had given you punctuated every thrust, his rasping tone making your belly drop out. You weren't sure if you would ever stop coming, grasping blindly at Mando and Ezra while your cunt gripped down on Mando's cock.
âŚ
If Ezra still had any doubts about being a blatant proxy for the armored man, that was obliterated in his post-orgasm daze.Â
A gloved hand slid to the back of his neck and tugged him down to your mouth. Ezra went clumsily but willingly, the prospector humming when he tasted himself and the cloying sweetness of the Serpentia on your tongue. You sobbed against his lips and Ezra soothed you with his mouth, accepting all of your hungry whimpers and whines as he stroked your hair back off your forehead.Â
"Little bird, little bird, you will want for nothing with this individual pummeling you so mercilessly." He breathed, relishing the soft cry that quivered against the skin of his neck. "I imagine you can feel every inch of that prodigious girth, burning like unquenchable quicksilver, threatening to breach your very womb." He moved his bound hands down, resting them on your stomach. "Steerforth, I trust you are punishin' their cervix with every thrust?" He queried, chuckling darkly when Mando just snarled in reply.
You threw your head back, hands fisted in the fabric between Mando's pauldrons and gorget. "Mando-!" You pleaded, "fuck!"Â
Mando's hands dug beneath the small of your back and he canted your hips upwards, sheathing his cock in the cradle of your body over and over. Ezra envied the armored man's stamina, grunting when he felt his member trying to rise again. Whether he could blame the pollen for that, he was unsure, but the lovely company certainly did nothing to dissuade his arousal. Watching this large, almost knightly figure rail into you, your face still a mess of tears from when Ezra had fucked your mouthâŚ
Kevva, he could not recall a time where he had been so content to simply play voyeur, pressing the occasional kiss to your lips at Mando's behest. "Such tenderness, what a dichotomous sensation for you," the prospector mused, "the contrast between armor and flesh." His mouth brushed against your ear when he continued, "However, I believe you're beginning to realize that there is an untapped wellspring of man beneath all that metal, am I correct little bird?"
...
You squeezed your eyes shut and Din's hand reached up, the bounty hunter unable to keep from cradling your cheek. "I always knew." You said, your voice barely audible. "I-I always...I always-"
"Be quiet." Din grunted. "Y-You...don't have to say it." His heart slamming in his chest had nothing to do with his current exertion. You knew. Shame reached him dimly through the haze of arousal. All the times he ached to touch you, all the times he battled with himself over his desire for contactâŚ
Your hand gripped the back of his helmet and he flinched sharply. He hadn't noticed you move and you could pull his helmet off, shit, he was so stupid for doing this! His eyes flew to yours, even though he knew you couldn't see through his visor.
After a moment of him fighting back his panic, you just shook your head. "S-Sealed unit, ri-ght?" You asked, your words hitching with his thrusts. Djarin nodded warily. Your eyes half-lidded and you knocked your forehead into his helmet, the gesture unmistakable to a Mandalorian.
A kiss.Â
Was his heart breaking, or just fucking giving out under the assault of this insane pollen? Was he overloaded? Was this all just some wild hallucination?
Din frantically shoved his helmet against your face, pinning your head back to the pillow. Shit, he needed to be careful, you didn't have armor. "Senaar, I--" Basic had always been so damn heavy on his tongue. Mando'a flowed, but it was secret. Sacred. Djarin hesitated and you reached up again, cradling the indents on his helmet.
"Always. Even with this." You whispered.Â
His brain had short-circuited. The roaring in his ears was deafening and he knew he was making some kind of ugly, wounded noise, but he couldn't actually do anything about it.Â
Always. Always.Â
His heart must have blown, he reasoned desperately. That was the only explanation for what he was feeling right now.
âŚ
The sound that Mando made after you assured him was heartwrenching, a guttural sob that seemed like a mixture of agony and ecstasy. He clawed at the blanket beneath you, gasping for breath as he all but broke you in half, his dick ripping yet another orgasm from your hungry cunt.Â
You were lightheaded from his prolonged fucking, your pussy in spasm around his thick cock, but you refused to give out yet. "Did you feel me come, Mando?" You whimpered against the side of his helmet, wringing more feral noises out of him. "Is it good?"
"Fuck, incredible, s-so--" Mando gripped your thigh, hitching it up over his hip and then dragging his fingers hungrily through the pink slick that had pooled in the crease of your hip. "Never want to leave, fuck, m'sorry, I know I'm t-taking--forever-"Â
"Only a fool apologizes for his length in the bedroom." Ezra remarked dryly, dipping down to kiss you when you laughed. "How do you fare, little bird?"
"So good." You sighed, feeling half-drunk on your orgasm high. The knot in your belly had finally gone slack, leaving you weak and trembling beneath Mando as he chased his own completion. You hummed and Ezra rumbled back, his touch remarkably careful when he cupped your chin.Â
"You have done so well." Ezra murmured. "Serpentia is no simple storm to weather, yet you have endured." Mando wordlessly bumped his helmet against Ezra's temple, the metal rubbing over the blond tuft of hair the quarry sported. "You are most welcome, Steerforth." Ezra chuckled. "One is glad to be of service, but please. You threatened to fill them, didn't you?"
Mando's hips faltered in their rhythm and the armored man finally came with a shattered moan of relief. Stars, you weren't sure if you had the Serpentia to blame for the sheer volume that he came; you could feel it frothing out of you around his cock as he continued to shudder and writhe through his orgasm.Â
"Holy shit, Mando." You said incredulously, unable to fight back the urge to slip a hand down between your bodies. "You told me Mandalorians were rare."
"We--are." Mando panted raggedly, his cock still twitching inside you.
"If you come like this, how?" You asked, your combined fluids soaking your questing fingers. Mando just stared at you for a moment, shoulders heaving while he struggled to catch his breath.
And then he started laughing, which was...not nearly as terrifying as you had expected, honestly. "Stars, you--" He wheezed, his helm thudding gently against your forehead. "Fuck you, Senaar." You could hear him grinning, his voice still warm with laughter.Â
"Odd method of displaying affection. I take it your Creed is of a fraternitous bent?" Ezra commented, a quiet noise of surprise escaping him when you tugged him down for a kiss.
"Thank you." You mumbled drowsily into his mouth.Â
"Hardly. I ought to thank you. When last I endured the Serpent's grasp, I was incarcerated and driven to gratify myself to ribbons on the inside of my gear." Ezra informed you, his tone nonchalant. "This experience was a rare moment of hedonistic bliss in my life. Believe me when I say I shall cherish it."
He straightened up before you could say anything in reply, extending his bound wrists to Mando.
"Whither to, my recalcitrant steerforth?"
Mando ignored him for another moment, stroking your forehead tenderly. He appeared to have noticed your weariness, because he sounded softer when he spoke. "Sleep, Senaar. It's over."
âŚ
"I'll cut you loose on Sorgan."Â
Ezra swiveled in the co-pilot chair, knowing that his expression must border on the befuddled. When the armored man had left you to sleep, hauled Ezra into the cockpit and secured his binders to the chair, the prospector had assumed that whatever agreement they struck previously was rendered null and void. "I would be...wholeheartedly grateful to you, Steerforth." He breathed.
"I never found you. Your pod malfunctioned and you burned alive in the atmosphere." Mando instructed him in that level, modulated voice. "Stop stealing shit and I won't have to hunt you down again."
"Those men stole from me!" Ezra retorted hotly, knocking his elbow down into the white case that hung off his hip. "I worked alone for stands and they came along right at the most opportune juncture, put a thrower to my head and robbed me! I simply reclaimed-"
Mando waved a hand, interrupting his self-righteous tirade. "You and I both know that it doesn't matter. I'm forfeiting the credits this time, but next timeâŚ" he trailed off pointedly. "Don't get caught again. If someone else from my Guild chapter picks up your bounty, Mandalorian or otherwise, they will catch you."Â
Mando leaned in close, his elbows resting on his knees and helmet propped up on his folded hands. Ezra felt for all the world like a specimen underneath a microscope, barely suppressing the urge to squirm nervously.Â
"The bounty specified that you be captured warm." The armored man said after a beat. "No promise of half-payment upon cold delivery or even proof of demise. So whoever you got into a pissing match with wants to be the one to put that last slug into your brain. You already heard my advice. For your own good, I suggest you lay low and be fucking quiet." He gestured out the cockpit viewport at the green sphere that hovered in the distance. "There's good people on that planet. Good people that I care about. If you bring hunters to their doorstep, I will find out. And then I will find you."
Kevva have mercy, this man was no joke. Ezra was having a difficult time just mustering up the breath to give him an affirmation! Was this truly the same Lancelot he had watched engage in lotus-eating debauchery with his Guinevere not two hours hence? Ezra's belly roiled uncertainly, arousal and fear a potent combination. This must be how the bounty hunter indulged himself without divesting his plate, the prospector reasoned dimly. Fear was a remarkably stimulating thing. "Of course." He finally answered, his voice a little reedy. "Your mercy is...unexpectedly generous, but no less appreciated for its spontaneity."
Mando grunted, seeming satisfied with his response. The armored man returned to the control panel after a moment, flipping a few switches. The entire ship appeared to be miles above what Ezra was used to. Even the Testin had a dog-eared manual that hung from a chain by the central dash, and the craft was such a rattling nightmare that she needed three bodies just to keep her straight. But this man, this...Mandalorian, he operated the whole blasted vessel with a fluid ease.Â
His next words were so quiet Ezra nearly missed them. "Thank you."
"Pardon?" Ezra queried blankly.
Mando heaved a sigh that made his pauldrons visibly dip. "I said, thank you." He growled awkwardly. "I don't know what...I don't know if I would have hurt them because of--because of how I am."Â
"It will do no good to ruminate on such dour subjects." Ezra hesitated, then continued, "but your Creed...would you have broken it for them, had you known about the requirements of the Medusine barrier?"
"IâŚ" Mando tightened his hold on the directionals, those gloves creaking with his tension. "I'm not sure." He admitted, lapsing into silence afterwards.
"Your ship is marvelously responsive." Ezra murmured by way of changing the subject. "It reminds me of a diminutive Screamer-class that I endured a few stands on, oh, nearly fifteen cycles ago-"
"Be quiet."
âŚ
Din watched Ezra until he vanished between the large trunks of Sorgan's conifers, the Mandalorian then dropping back into the pilot's seat with a groan. Maker, he hoped he was doing the right thing. Hoped he hadn't just unleashed some mass-murdering psychopath on the unsuspecting populace.
Djarin tilted his helmet back against the headrest of the seat, aimlessly staring up at the fuselage.Â
What the hell was he going to say when you woke up?Â
Din's heart sank. He knew that he couldn't believe anything that had come out of your mouth while you had been under the effects of that fruit. Serpent's Tongue. He chewed his lower lip meditatively.Â
He could lie.Â
He fucking cringed at the thought, then shook his head at himself. You would be embarrassed at best, but at worstâŚ
Shit, he didn't want to lose you, even if you didn't feel the same way about him. And then there was the kid to worry about. No, a lie would be better.Â
You had sought out other Mandos. His stomach lurched as he recalled that little fact. Fuck, fuck, was it hope that beat so insistently in his throat?
A sealed unit, he had said.
He just wouldn't bring it up. He was the one who had insisted that this whole maneuver was struck from the proverbial records in the first place, right? He just wouldn't mention it. Easy enough. If you said something, that was fine, but otherwiseâŚ
Din nodded firmly. This is the Way.
Part Two
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Heavenly River
Category: Friendship Fluff
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo
Hey, everyone! Itâs my pleasure to share my story for Written in the Stars: A BKDK Tanabata zine!
Izuku held his hand flat over his brows as he stepped outside, shielding his eyes from the intensity of the sun burning in the azure sky. It was a cloudless day, so there was no solace from the bright sun rays spearing down from the heavens. However, there was a pleasant breeze to cool the hot, humid July air; it ruffled Izukuâs tousled pine-green hair and the fabric of his dark seaweed-colored yukata. He adjusted the emerald-hued sash around his waist, more to fidget than to actually fix it, and then pulled out his cell phone to check his notifications. He brightened when he saw a text from Katsuki, who had agreed to come with him to this yearâs Tanabata festival.Â
Almost there, loser. Youâd better be ready, or Iâm leaving without you.Â
Izuku chuckled under his breath before shooting his friend a quick text to confirm that he was indeed ready and waiting for his friend to arrive, then stowed his phone back in his pocket. He slid his hands in the pockets of his yukata as he stood on the landing of his motherâs apartment complex. She had hung kuzukago on either side of the door; the white basket-like arrangements of paper strips swayed gently in the breeze, beseeching the winds for blessings of tidiness and thriftiness.Â
The neighbor to the right had hung kinchaku patterned with pretty floral paper; theyâd fallen under hard times since the husband had been laid off from his job. Izuku whispered out a quick prayer on their behalf, wishing them improved fortunes and good luck. Their other neighbor had hung several chains of paper cranes in their windows, as their grandmother had recently fallen ill with pneumonia. Izuku had recently heard she was on the mend, and he hoped that this information was still true. She was a lovely lady who always brought Izukuâs mother homemade cookies when she visited, so Izuku hoped she would recover and be discharged from the hospital soon. Along the underside of the balcony, fukinagashi streamers swayed in the breeze with their colorful tails ruffling along the wind like Orihimeâs fabled weavings.Â
People need wishes more than ever, Izuku thought as he leaned against the metal railing framing the walkway and looked out to the street below. Though All for One and Tomura Shigaraki had finally been defeated, the scars of their reign of carnage were still evident even months later. Across the street, they were still rebuilding the apartment complex that had been utterly destroyed in a fire; bits and pieces of the charred shell were piled in the brown grass to be collected by the garbage trucks later. Hope was still fragile in the community, so this Tanabata festival could hopefully restore faith and positivity in people.Â
âOiiiii! Nerd! Stop starinâ off into space and get the fuck down here!âÂ
Izuku glanced down to see Katsuki standing on the sidewalk. He was wearing that scowl Izuku had come to know as an odd symbol of affection, and his hands were buried into the pockets of his maroon yukata. Izuku called down to him in greeting and then took off in a trot, hopping down the steps and rounding the corner to join him on the sidewalk. Katsukiâs vermilion eyes burned in the harsh summer sun, but they were still less fierce than Izuku had known them a little over a year ago.Â
âYer mom ainât cominâ?â Katsuki questioned as they set off in a leisurely walk down the sidewalk, subconsciously matching each otherâs strides.
âNo,â Izuku confirmed with a shake of his head. âShe went the other day, so sheâs spending the day making yakitori and takoyaki for dinner! If your family doesnât have plans, Kacchan, youâre more than welcome to come by after and eat with us!âÂ
Katsuki tilted his head to the side, an expression of consideration on his face.Â
âMy folks somehow got roped into workinâ today, so I might take you up on that. Sure as hell beats cookinâ for myself.âÂ
Izuku couldnât help the happy smile that appeared on his lips; they hadnât hung out for summer vacation very much due to their respective training regimens, so Izuku was delighted that he would not only be able to attend the last day of the festival with Katsuki but also have him over for dinner. âWait, though, they arenât doing the paper boat ceremony until midnight.âÂ
âThatâs right! I was thinking that we would spend the day enjoying the festival, go home for dinner, and then go back to do the paper boat ceremony. I know thatâs a little past your bedtime, though, Kacchan,â he grinned teasingly and elbowed his friend in the ribs. âWill you be able to handle it?âÂ
âWho the hell do ya think youâre talkinâ to?â Katsuki cried indignantly, jostling Izukuâs shoulder with his own. âOâcourse I can handle it! Damn nerd, where do ya get off thinkinâ you can insult me like that?âÂ
Izuku laughed as Katsuki flung his muscular arm around his shoulders and jerked him against his side to grind his fist into the top of Izukuâs head. It was a good thing that his hair had always been unruly anyway, because Katsuki couldnât muss it up too much. Izuku laughed airily when Katsuki shoved him away. The blond buried his hands back into his pockets with a snort, looking away at the large fukinagashi the city had suspended from the light poles. The large ball of yellow, orange, and white flowers hung from the streetlamps, the sunlight catching on the rustling streamers to cast playful shadows along the ground as the pieces curled and fluttered.Â
âDo you know what youâre going to wish for?â Katsuki asked him after several minutes of silent walking. This caught Izuku by surprise, and he turned to blink at him with wide emerald eyes. Katsuki was still staring out at the road, eyes lidded as he watched the cars trundle by.Â
âActually, no,â he said and rubbed the back of his neck while he looked up at the clear blue sky. My goal is to be the number-one hero, but⌠for some reason, I donât feel like wishing for that, he thought with a small frown. Heâd been wrestling with it leading up to the event, and here it was the first day of the festivalâ he had to make a decision at some point. âIâll figure it out when I get there!â He laughed nonchalantly and then looked back at Katsuki. âWhat about you?âÂ
âI donât know either.â Katsukiâs voice was flat, and Izuku could tell that he was thinking hard about it. I guess he wants his wish to be important⌠After all they had been through, Izuku could understand that. Theyâd endured so much together and grown up so fast. Smiling wanly, Izuku gently bumped his shoulder with Katsukiâs, prompting the blond to look at him with raised eyebrows.Â
âDonât worry, Kacchan. Weâll figure it out!âÂ
Katsuki blinked at him, then turned away with a small âtch.â However, Izuku could see that the minute tension had left his shoulders and the stoniness had eased out of his expression.Â
It was a short walk to the shrine where the festival was held. The street leading up to the shrine was laden with the handcrafted paper ornaments strung from the oak trees that framed the path. On either side of the cobblestone walkway, local vendors had set up their wares; the savory scent of yakisoba floated on the air, making Izukuâs mouth water though heâd just eaten breakfast not too long ago. There were vendors selling handmade ornaments, the pair of them walking past the hairpin maker who came every year, their stall a huge hit with the local girls. Izuku spotted several of them already decorating the ornate updos some of the festival goers chose to wear that night, the hair pins adding just that much more to the look. In the corner, a small troupe of stage actors were recounting the story of Orihime and Hikoboshi for an enthralled crowd.Â
âWow, look at the crowdâ and everyone looks so happy, too,â Izuku marveled. It seemed that the fair bit of hope the festival offered had drawn many people out of their homes, and he was relieved to see most of them wearing genuine smiles.Â
âWell, itâs been a shitty few months,â Katsuki shrugged. âTheyâre gonna latch onto anything positive that comes their way.â Izuku supposed that was true, but it still made him happy for the civilians. Theyâd all endured a lotâ they deserved to celebrate a festival, to wish for mundane things instead of seeing tomorrow.Â
What did he want to wish for, though?
They walked to the end of the small street, where long fronds of bamboo framed the entrance to the shrine. Paper strips hung from their dainty branches, colored rectangles that swayed among the bright green leaves. The wishes of hundreds were imbued in those simple tanzakuâ everything from pleas for academic success to wishes for love to grand hopes for world peace. Beneath the sprawling bamboo were small circular tables, where the colorful bits of paper sat beneath glass paperweights. They waited in a short line to walk up to the table; when Izuku picked up the pen and grabbed a blue strip of paper, he hesitated a moment while he debated what to write on the strip.Â
Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see Katsuki silently debating as well. It was strange, their mental debate. After everything theyâd done, everything theyâd seen, did they feel invincible? Is that why they had nothing to wish for? Or perhaps there was so much they wanted to see the world become and so much they wanted to do themselves, there were infinite possibilities to wish for now. Izuku smiled wanly and looked down at the blank rectangular strip of paper, the canvas to paint a wish of goodwill. He twirled the pen around in his hand, trying to think of what he wanted to wish for most in the world right now.Â
Finally, it dawned on him. He hunched down over the table to neatly scrawl on the tanzaku: A world where peopleâs wishes can come true.Â
Katsuki was still writing as Izuku stepped aside and walked to the bamboo fronds. He stood on his tiptoes to use the small loops of string to tie it on an empty bit of the plant, suspending it among hundreds of other wishes. He stepped back to admire the bit of blue fluttering among the rainbow of colors, while Katsuki passed by him to hang his wish beside his.Â
âWhat did you wish for, Kacchan?âÂ
âIdiot,â Katsuki huffed as he turned around to walk back. âIf you say it out loud, it wonât come true! Iâll tell ya after midnight, maybe.â Izuku blushed sheepishly at that; heâd quite forgotten that bit of superstition. He didnât know if Katsuki actually believed it or was simply giving him a hard time, but it really didnât matter.Â
They enjoyed the small festival for the rest of the afternoon, starting with the play, since it was starting over as they came out from the depths of the path. They sat with their legs tucked underneath them on comfy cushions (among a bunch of little kids, Katsuki was eager to grouse about) and watched the rendition of the love story. Izuku had always found it kind of sad that Orihime and Hikoboshi were only permitted to meet one day out of every year, but he also marveled that there was a love so strong that not even three hundred and sixty-four days of separation could lessen it. At the end of the play, they joined the actors in singing the traditional songâ well, Izuku did. Katsuki would rather drop dead than sing, especially in front of a bunch of elementary-schoolers.Â
After the play, they stopped at the yakisoba stand for lunch. Izuku swirled the fried noodles around with his chopsticks to scoop bits of pork and cabbage, then spooned them into his mouth. As he slurped up the noodles, Katsuki glanced at him out of his peripheral vision.Â
âItâs almost strange,â he remarked. Izuku raised an eyebrow at him, and Katsuki looked down into his half-eaten yakisoba with pinkening cheeks. âGoing back to normal after, you know⌠everything.â Izuku swallowed his noodles, looking at Katsuki with widening eyes. Though they were better friends now, heâd never grow used to these melancholic moods Katsuki drifted into. Katsukiâs red eyes were lidded while he pushed the noodles around his plate, pulsing with a serious sadness so unlike his usual explosive personality.Â
âYeah,â Izuku agreed quietly. He found his own appetite waning, so he pushed the plate of noodles away and leaned his arms on the counter. âBut⌠You canât hang onto the past forever. At some point, you have to let the darkness fall behind you and walk toward the sun.âÂ
âTch. What are you, a fucking poet?â Katsuki snorted, but as always, his words were in direct contradiction to the small smile curling over his lips. Katsuki gathered up a large chunk of the yakisoba and then continued contemplatively with his mouth full, âTowards the sun, huh?âÂ
Izuku smiled, then pulled his plate back toward him to finish it. He wouldnât want to insult the chef that made the delicious meal, after all.Â
After finishing lunch, the two of them headed to Izukuâs house. They joined his mother in the kitchen to help her prepare dinner. Katsuki worked on dicing chicken breast into small cubes to skewer, while Izuku prepared the batter for the takoyaki. While they worked, his mother regaled Katsuki with stories of Tanabata festivals pastâ particularly her favorite tale of Izuku wishing to be like All Might every single year leading up to his acceptance at U.A. Izuku hid his bright red face in the refrigerator while pretending to look for the octopus tentacles, while Katsuki just guffawed about what a groupie he was.Â
The scent of frying batter and grilling chicken filled the kitchen as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. Izukuâs mother had begun singing the song, and Izuku had taken it up as well, annoying Katsuki with their repeated trills of the tune:
âThe bamboo leaves rustle, shaking away in the eaves.
The stars twinkle on the gold and silver grains of sand.
The five-color paper strips I have written.
The stars twinkle, they watch us from heaven.â
Katsukiâs lips couldnât curl into a deeper scowl as Izuku waltzed around him, poking him in the cheek with a leftover octopus tentacle. Katsuki snatched it away and slapped him lightly across the cheek with it, leaving a slimy mark on Izukuâs skin.Â
âOi! You sing that song one more goddamn time, Iâm gonna fry you into a takoyaki ball!â Katsuki threatened while gesturing wildly with the floppy tentacle. Izuku and his mother just laughed, quite used to Katsukiâs angry outbursts. Katsuki nursed his irritation with a melon soda, clenching the can in one hand while flipping the chicken grilling in the skillet with the other.Â
It was about seven in the evening by the time the three of them gathered around the kĹtatsu table with the spread of food. His mother turned on the television to watch the annual specialsâ which were just more dramatizations of the traditional storyâ while the two boys tore into the food with relish. Katsuki had always praised Inkoâs cooking skills like the foodie he was, and though heâd probably never admit it aloud, he loved her takoyaki. He plucked ball after ball from the plate to pile them into his mouth until his cheeks bulged like a chipmunkâs.Â
âThe hell you laughinâ at?â he grumbled when Izuku burst into laughter. Izuku just shook his head and used his teeth to slide a piece of the sauce-soaked, tender chicken from the skewer in his hand. He would have laughed if someone told him a year ago that heâd be sitting at the kĹtatsu with Katsuki enjoying the Tanabata festival, even more so to be told they were exchanging friendly banter. The realization made a joyful smile spread over Izukuâs face, one that didnât miss Katsukiâs attention.Â
âOi. What are you thinking about?â Katsuki asked, the scowl morphing into a curious look. Izukuâs smile just widened, and he reached out to pluck up one of the takoyaki balls with his chopsticks.Â
âIâm just thinking about how nice this is, Kacchan. My mom doesnât remember this, but,â he said, dropping his voice while his mother cried tearfully at the separation of Orihime and Hikoboshi playing on the screen, âA few years ago, I didnât wish to be like All Might. I wished for us to be friends.âÂ
Katsukiâs cheeks flushed a bright pink as he released a choking noise. He covered his blush with a broad hand, and he averted his gaze. Izuku chuckled at his shy reaction and took the opportunity to steal another takoyaki ball.Â
âDamn nerd,â Katsuki huffed with undeniable affection that made Izukuâs heart warm. âYou canât just say shit like that, you know. Now stop stealing my fucking takoyaki. Donât think I didnât notice. We may be friends, but Iâll still break your arm.âÂ
They watched the special programs until about eleven, then set off again back to the shrine to participate in the paper boat ceremony. This time, the crowd had gathered at the nearby river, which babbled along another pathway leading to the small shrine. Dew clung to the hem of Izukuâs yukata as he walked on the edge of the cobblestone path where the grass grew. He and Katsuki retrieved their wishes from the bamboo branches, then took one of the prepared paper boats to place the wishes inside. Afterward, they set off to find a nice place to set them adrift.
They sat down on the edge of the bank to wait for the clock to strike midnight. Izuku held the fragile paper boat in his lap while he eased off his sandals so he could dip his toes in the cool water. Katsuki sat next to him, cross-legged and watching the water current swirl in the concrete canal. It was a far cry from the Heavenly River from the story, but Izuku could imagine its beauty with the way the starlight played over the babbling water.Â
âYou know, weâre kind of like Orihime and Hikoboshi,â Izuku said after a while. Katsuki looked at him like heâd absolutely lost his mind, which made Izuku flush and hurriedly explain, âI-I just mean that at the beginning it felt like⌠You were on the other side of the river from me, Kacchan.â This made the blond settle down, so Izuku continued with a wan smile. âIt felt like you were miles ahead, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldnât catch up⌠But little by little, I did, and now weâre on the same side of the river. I guess. Sorry. That was a weird metaphor,â he laughed nervously, playing with the edges of the paper boat.Â
âIt was fucking weird,â Katsuki sniffed, then looked out to the water. âI get what you mean, though.â His voice was soft, a rare hint of gentleness that Izuku still couldnât believe was sometimes directed toward him. âJust make sure you donât fall back to the other side of the river, dumbass,â Katsuki said after a second, elbowing him gently in the arm.Â
âHehe, I wonât,â Izuku chuckled and elbowed him back.Â
Then, fireworks lit up the moonlit sky, indicating that it had turned twelve. Izuku and Katsuki crawled to the bank to gently push the paper boats into the water. They watched them drift along the current, joined by hundreds of other little sailboats. Then, Izuku jumped to his feet while tugging eagerly on Katsukiâs arm.Â
âCome on!âÂ
He ignored Katsukiâs confused sputters of protest as he dragged him up the bank to the walkway overlooking the river, which was lined by red railings. Izuku gripped the railing, searching for their two boats drifting alongside one another, and then pointed them out with a smile. The moon bathed them in a white glow, making them almost luminescent in the brilliant light. The light also played over the water to make it seem like they drifted on rivers of glittering diamond.Â
âHey⌠What did you wish for?â Katsuki asked him suddenly, and Izuku turned to look at him with a soft smile.Â
âA world where peopleâs wishes could come true.âÂ
Katsuki raised his eyebrows. Under the pale moonlight, the pink hue that rose to his cheeks was rosy pale. Katsuki bit down on his bottom lip, but that didnât suppress the little chuckles that bubbled out of his throat.Â
âMe too.âÂ
Izukuâs smile brightened, and then he turned to look out at the water. It was full of paper boats now, all glowing in the white light streaming down from the cloudless sky. He felt Katsuki nudge him, because of course he couldnât let the moment pass without another jab.Â
âWhat a waste though, âcuz itâs my wish thatâs gonna come true, nerd,â he teased. Izuku had to laugh and shake his head. Only Katsuki could make even traditional wishes during Tanabata into a competition. He supposed it didnât matter though, if only one of their wishes were granted or bothâ either way, it meant happiness and peace for those who needed it most. Thatâs all Izuku could ever want. He watched those boats drift down the heavenly river, where hopefully the gods would pluck them up on the distant shore. They would read those wishes, and fulfill their hopes.
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Stark Spangled Banner
Ch51: Captain America Homecoming
Intro:Â The team at the compound begin their experiment with the Quantum Tunnel, but it doesnât all go according to plan. But just as everything seems lost, Tony appears having rethought his initial stance. And he has a little surprise for Steve.
Warnings:Â Bad Language words.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
A/N: I canât give @angrybirdcrâ enough creditâŚshe makes my images into, well, erm, imagesâŚ
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Chapter 50
Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist
Bruce needed a day to calibrate the computer and systems to the right configuration to use with Scottâs Quantum Tunnel (which was, amusingly yet completely unsurprisingly, in the back of his ugly brown van). Katie took the chance to head into the office to catch up and then inform Soraya she didnât know how much she would be available in person over the coming week.
They had another day before they were due to collect Emmy from the train station, her five day trip to Philly was drawing to a close and when they had spoken to her last night she had been equal parts excited to come home and fed up that it was ending. But she would be back at school soon, and she had an important few weeks coming up as she was studying for her end of year exams. Neither of them were particularly concerned about that, however, as Emmy was a complete brainbox. Although she was only a freshman, she was taking APs in Human Geography and Psychology (having told her parents she wanted to be a Therapist) and was already being touted by her tutors as Harvard potential. Steve wasnât overly keen about his daughter being in a different state, but all things considered, Boston wasnât too far. And he knew he had to let her make her own decision so theyâd cross that bridge when they got there.
For the time being, the only bridge Steve wanted to cross was the one he and Natasha were currently planning on making to reach out to the remaining original Avengers, Thor and Clint.
âThor should be easy, surely?â Nat asked, swinging her feet up onto the table as she sat back in her seat. She looked to Steve for confirmation, but instead he sighed and shook his head.
âHas Katie not told you?â
âTold me what?â
Steve scratched at his chin. âHe had a disagreement with one of the Elders about three months back. From what Valkyrie told Katie, there was a bit of an argument over the rebuilding of their army and the elder took a shot at Thor, saying he wasnât fit to lead any kind of battalion as he had failed to keep them safe from Thanos.â
âThatâs harsh.â Nat frowned.
âYeah, I know.â Steve bit his lip. âI think it was more anger speaking than the guy actually thinking that, but it sent Thor into another downwards spiral and heâs ignored Katieâs attempts to reach out to him again so sheâs given in.â âOkay, so, maybe a little harder than we anticipated.â âLeast we know where he is. Any luck on Barton?â
âRhodey thinks heâs targeting a gang in Hong Kong.â Nat sighed. âBut I wonât know for sure until he arrives.â
Steve, nodded. âWell when we find out where he is we can scramble a jet andâŚâ âNo.â Nat shook her head âNot we, me. Iâll go alone.â âNat.â Steve frowned âClint, heâs been leaving a trail of utter carnage behind him, I donât think you-â
âHe wouldnât hurt me.â
âItâs not him Iâm concerned about, more the people heâs taking on.â âI can handle myself.â Nat replied, firmly as she looked at him. Her eyes were sparkling with that Black Widow venom Steve had to admit he had missed over the past few years. He took a deep breath and against his better judgement conceded.
âAlright. Weâll do it your way.â
Natasha frowned, and smirked. âReally? Thatâs it, no argument?â
Steve raised an eyebrow. âYou want an argument?â âNot really.â She shook her head, smiling.
Steve gave a chuckle and then they were cut off by an incoming call springing up in front of Natasha. She swiped to her right and the hologram form of Rocket appeared on the desk.
âHey Nat.â He nodded, turning to Steve, âCap.Weâre wrapping things up on that latest lead, then we have to nip to Contraxia as I need a few things,â he Raccoon explained, looking at them both, âshould be with you day after tomorrow lunchtime, ishâ âRocket, you were close to Thor right?â Steve spoke, an idea coming to him.
âKinda, why?â âWe need him.â Steve stated simply. âHe knows about the stones, but convincing him could be a bit of a task. So I was thinking maybe you could help and go with Katie to New Asgard.â The animal pondered for a while before he shrugged. âI can try.â
âThatâs all any of us can do.â
The raccoon nodded again âAlright.â He turned to Nat. âWeâll see you soon.â And with that he disappeared.
Steve stayed at the compound until late afternoon, popping in to see how Bruce and Scott were getting on, before he made his way home. Katie and Jamie were already back and he could hear the two of them in the living room.
âWhoâs that?â Jamie asked as he pointed to the photo in the album that his Mom had open on her lap.
âThatâs your Uncle Sam.â She smiled at the photo of Steve and his best man at the reception of their wedding âYou know you get your name from him, well one of them anyway.â
âWhere is he now?â Jamie asked.
âHe errâŚhe went awayâ Katie said slowly as she tried to figure out how to explain this to a three year old. âYou know how daddy has told you about his friend, Uncle Bucky?â âYeah.â âWell, a few years ago, before you were born, The Avengers, well they had a fight, with a nasty man, and your Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sam, and one of our other friends, a lady called WandaâŚthey had to go away afterwards.â
âWas Uncle Tony in the fight?â
âYeah, he was.â
âAnd Auntie Nat-Nat?â
âYeah. And Thor. There were a lot of people involved?â
âDid you and daddy fight with the Avengers?â Jamie asked, his eyes wide.
At that point Katie looked up and saw Steve hovering in the door way. He swallowed and walked into the room.
âA long time ago buddy, yeah.â He nodded.
âDid you know Captain America?â Jamieâs eyes were now almost the size of dinner plates.
âI did yeah.â Steve nodded, kneeling down in front of his son. âBut he gave up fighting.â Jamie pondered something as Katie looked at her husband. âNot for much longer though.â She locked eyes with him.
Steve took a deep breath and swallowed once more. He wasnât sure heâd ever hold that shield again.
âMaybe.â he said, shrugging, before he stood up and settled on the couch at the other side of his son.
Jamie made to turn the page in the album and the next photo was one of Steveâs favourites and one they had a large framed version of on the mantel piece. It showed him and Katie at their first dance, heads pressed together, huge smiles on their faces as he held her close.
âMomma you look real pretty!â Jamie smiled and Katie dropped a kiss to his head.
âThanks, Baby.â âYour momma always looks pretty.â Steve smiled âSheâs the most beautiful girl on the planet.â âCharmer.â Katie looked at him as he stretched his arm over the back of his son and pulled her in closer.
âOnly for you.â He winked, dropping a kiss to her cheek.
****** Tony stood at the sink, rinsing down the dishes from dinner whilst Pepper settled Morgan down for the night. Heâd spoken to Kiddo earlier, sheâd told him they were running the first Time Travel trial tomorrow. Heâd managed to push it out of his mind for most of the afternoon but now, as he stood alone, he kept thinking about it over and over again. He knew Bruce was clever, but this really wasnât his areaâŚ
What if something went wrong? Not his problem.
Tonyâs grip on the attachment to the tap slipped and it jerked out of his hand, spraying water all over the place. With a sigh he turned it off and grabbed the tea towel, mopping up the water from around the sink and then the shelf which it had squirted all over. He glanced at the photos, and paused for a moment at the frame that was placed just to the right of the one which held a picture of his dad. He took a deep breath as he wiped the water off the faces- him and Peter Parker holding the fake Stark Internship Certificate upside down, each one pulling peace signs behind the otherâs head. He swallowed.
âWe can snap our own fingers. We can bring everybody back.â
Tony looked around his kitchen, his stomach turning slightly. Yes, he had something to fight for, something personal, the kid. They all had something personal right? Natasha had Clintâs family, Rogers and Kiddo had Barnes, Wilson and Wanda⌠Scott had his girlfriend, or whatever. But he couldnât risk it. He shouldnât risk itâŚ.
But they were going to risk it. He knew that. And they could, probably would, fuck it up without him.
âDamned it, Rogers.â He mumbled, placing the photo down and heading into the dining room.
Two hours later, Pepper was out in the greenhouse as she often was later at night and Tony was talking to FRIDAY, with whom he had been brainstorming a number of ideas for the past hour and a half. He looked the holographic model in front of him and tapped at the pad on the table.
âLook at a mod inspiration, letâs see if it checks out.â He instructed, watching as the image changed in front of his eyes. âSoâŚâ he pressed a few keys again, ârun one last sim before we pack it in for the night,â he clapped his hands together and paced round the side of the table, âthis time, in the shape of a mobius strip, inverted, please.â
âProcessing.â FRIDAY replied as Tony crossed his arms and watched.
âGive me that Eigen value,â he reached out to spin the image with his hand, âthat, particle factoring, and a spectral decomp,â he grabbed the bottle on the side of the table to take a drink of the smoothie he had made, âthat will take a second.â
âJust a moment.â
âAnd donât worry if it doesnât pan out,â he replaced the top on his drink and grabbing a blueberry from the packet he had been eating, âIâm just kindaâŚâ he trailed off chewing the fruit, as he watched FRIDAY do her business.
âModel rendered.â
The red words âModel Successfulâ with a rating of â99.987%â flashed in front of his eyes and Tony felt his mouth drop open, utterly bewildered by his discover. He fell back into his chair, looking up at it and his mouth flew to his hand. He, Tony Stark, had figured out how to do exactly what Lang had proposed, how to safely travel time.
Despite himself, he felt a certain level of pride and smugness, and he threw his arms out to his side. âShit!â He laughed out.
âShit.â A voice spoke from behind him, followed by a giggle. He paused, and turned to see his daughter was sat on the bottom stair, grinning at him.
He held his finger to his lips and shook his head. âWhat are you doing up, little miss?â
âShit.â She repeated again.
âNo, we donât say that. Only Mommy says that word. She coined it, it belongs to her.â
âWhy you up?â Morgan looked at him.
âCause I got some important shit going on here,â Tony jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the hologram, âwhat do you think?â
Morgan shot him a frown and he took a deep breath, when she pulled that face she looked ridiculously like her Auntie. âNo, I got something on my mind,â he explained in a softer tone.
âWas it Juice Pops?â Morgan asked, hopefully.
âSure was.â Tony looked at the other side of the room before he turned back to his daughter, âextortion. Thatâs a word.â He stood up and looked down at her. âWhat kind you want?â He asked, taking her hand and she stood up. âGreat minds think alike. Juice Pops, exactly was on-â he looked back to the model then turned towards the kitchen â-my mind.â
A little while and a juice pop later Morgan was back in bed, demanding a story.
âOnce upon a time, Morgoona went to bed. The end.â Tony grinned.
âThat is a horrible story.â Morgan looked at him with a glare.
âCome on, thatâs your favorite story.â He grinned and as she rolled her eyes he smiled. âI love you tons.â He made it clear that was the end of the conversation by standing up, kissing her on the forehead.
âI love you three thousand.â Morgan looked at him and Tony smiled.
âWow.â he said, quietly. His daughter had an ability, very like Kiddo, to say things that sideswiped him, and made his chest burst with love, and this was one of those moments. He contemplated that for a moment before he stood up and turned off her lamp. âThree thousand, thatâs crazy.â
He walked to the door, and closing it behind him, still grinning he told her âGo to bed, or Iâll sell all your toys, night night.â
By the time he reached the living room Pepper was back inside, sat on the couch reading a book.
âNot that itâs a competition-â Tony spoke and Pepper looked up at him â-but she loves me three thousand.â
âOh does she now?â Pepper smiled.
âYou were somewhere on the low six to nine-hundred range.â Pepper laughed and turned back to her book. Tony, still chewing on the juice pop stick looked back to where the model was still projecting over his table.
âWhat you reading?â He asked, although he wasnât particularly interested. His mind was racing once more.
âOh, itâs just a book on compostingâ.
âWhatâs new with composting?â His eyes were still on the image. âInteresting scienceâŚâ she began, but he cut her off.
âI figured it out, by the way.â Tony looked back at her, removing the juice pop stick from his mouth.â
âAnd, you know, just so weâre talking about the same thing ââ
âTime travel.â
âWhat?â Pepper whispered as Tony glanced back at the hologram, arms folded. âWow,â her gaze dropped down slightly, âthatâs amazing, and terrifying.â
âThatâs right.â He dropped down beside her, his left arm hanging over the back of the sofa.
âWe got really lucky.â Pepper said, stroking his arm.
âYeah, I know.â
âA lot of people didnât.âÂ
âNo, but I canât help everybody.â
âWell, it sorta seems like you can.â Pepper pressed again.
âNot if I stop.â Tony shrugged, and Pepper gave a small huff of a laugh. âI can put a pin in it right now, and stop.â
âTony, trying to get you to stop has been one of the few failures of my entire life.â
Tony gave a soft laugh and his right arm gently rubbed the hand that was laid over his left arm.
âSomething tells me I should put it in a locked box and drop it at the bottom of the lake, go to bed.â
There was a pause, before Pepper looked at him again, her eyes soft and her face rearranged into a knowing expression.
âBut would you be able to rest?â
Tony didnât reply, he didnât need to. They both knew the answer was no. *******
âAlright, Emmy, remember what I said?â Katie looked at her daughter who was sat on the couch in the living room of their old quarters.
âYeah, I canât leave here until someone comes to get us.â Emmy nodded
âNo matter what.â
âYeah mom, I got it. Weâll be fine, wont we Jamie?â
Jamie nodded, grinning up at his mother âYeah, fine.â
âOkay, love you both.â
With one last glance over her shoulder at her kids, Katie made her way back to the hanger.
âBreakers are set. Emergency generators are on standby.â She heard Steve call out as he strode back towards the computer. Katie couldnât help but admire his ass, he looked pretty good in a pair of black denims, light blue shirt as always tucked in, belt circling his toned waist. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow with a smug smirk as he caught the expression on her face and she shrugged.
âGood, âcoz if we blow the grid, I donât wanna lose Tiny here in the 1950s,â Bruce said through gritted teeth, jerking his thumb at Scott, only his comment wasnât quite as quiet as he thought. Scott, who was stood in his suit, fiddling with something on his helmet heard perfectly.
âExcuse me?â Scott glared at Banner as Katie and Steve exchanged a glance. .
âHeâs kidding!â Natasha said in a playful voice, shaking her head as she tapped on the tablet she was holding which would be used to track Scott. She looked up with a smile, which Katie knew perfectly to be false and laughed. âYou canât say things like that.â Natasha looked at Bruce.
âYeah, sorry, it wasâŚjust a bad joke.â He smiled as he looked at Scott. Scott nodded once as he walked back to the van.
âYou were kidding right?â Katie looked at Bruce.
âI have no idea!â Bruce hissed. âWeâre talking about time travel here, either itâs all a joke or none of it is!â Â He looked away from Katie and flashed Scott the thumbs up. âWeâre good.â
Steve crossed his arms and let out a breath as Scott pulled his helmet on. He gave Bruce a double thumbs up and Katie smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way.
âAlright Scott, weâre gonna send you back a week, let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense?â Bruce asked as he tapped at the keys on his desk with a pencil
âPerfectly not confusing.â Scott shrugged.
Okay, so now Steve was nervous. He took a deep breath and looked at the man stood by the back of the van, his hands dropping to his hips.
âGood luck Scott. Youâve got this.â He refrained from adding I hope.
âYouâre right. I do Captain America.â Scott grinned, proudly, as Bruce hit a button, sucking him into the tunnel.
âOn the count of three-â Bruce called, and Steve dropped his hands, his fists clenching, mouth open slightly as he watched . At the other side of Bruce, Katie and Nat shared a nervous glance. âThree⌠twoâŚoneâŚâ Steve breathed a sigh of relief as someone appeared but it was short lived as he realised the person in front of them could be no older than Emmy. Katie frowned as did Natasha, confusion etched across her face and next to them, Bruce adjusted his glasses.
"Guys, something doesnât feel right.â The boy informed them nervously.
âWhatâs going on?â Steve asked, as Bruce set about pressing a load more buttons. âHang onâŚâ
âIs that Scott?â Katieâs eyes grew wide as she looked at Bruce, who ducked down to hit something on the console, her eyes locking with Steve who looked as utterly perplexed as she felt.
âYes, itâs Scott!â The boy exclaimed.
Teenage Scott was sucked back into the tunnel, Natasha watching Bruce as he straightened up and the four of them looked back to the tunnel to see another person thrown out, this time an elderly man.
âOw, my back!â
âWhat is this?â Steve asked
âCan IâŚI need a little space!â Bruce demanded as he moved to his right.
âYeah, yeah, yeah.â Steve hastily moved out of the way and going to stand in between his wife and Natasha. âCan you bring him back?â
âIâm working on it.â Bruce hit one of the screens. Katie, Steve and Nat shared another panicked look as Old Scott was yanked back in only to this time reappear asâŚ
"Thatâs a baby.â Steve deadpanned.
âItâs Scott!â Bruce defended.
âAs a baby!â Steve snapped as the infant looked up at them wide eyed.
âHeâll grow!â Bruce said, attempting a joke.
âBring Scott back!â Steve instructed sharply.
âNat, when I say kill the power, kill the power!â Bruce called and Natasha ran off to the breaker at the side of the hanger.
Katie and Steve watched as Bruce jabbed more buttons, before he yelled out âKill it!â
Natasha pulled the lever down and Bruce slapped a large red button. This time Scott Lang returned exactly as he had been before he left.
âSomebody peed my pants.â He called out loudly, standing stiffly still. âI donât know if it was baby me, or old me. Or, just⌠me-me.â
âTime travel!â Bruce beamed excitedly, throwing his hands out to the side as Katie, Steve and Natasha looked at him. âWhat? I, I see this as an absolute win.â
Steve simply stared at Bruce in silence for a moment, before he shook his head, placing his hands on his hips. He looked down at the floor before he walked off, Katie watching him as he left the hangar and stepped outside.
âI think we should take a break.â Katie took a deep breath. âNat can you check the kids, Iâm gonnaâŚâ She jerked her thumb after Steve and Nat nodded.
Steve stood outside by the large metal pillar at the side of the building, hands still on his hips as he stared at the floor. What was the point of being able to time travel if you couldnât control it? The worse thing being that he wasnât even sure if they would be able to perfect it with practice, and was he willing to keep risking Scott to do that? They had been so close, but Tony was right, it had clearly been a pipe dream.
âHey.â Katieâs hand fell gently to his elbow. âHoney, we knew it was a long shot.â âI know.â He sighed, looking at her. âBut I thought it might have worked, you know. That we might have had a chance toâŚâ
He was cut off as a loud engine growled in the distance. They both looked out over the compound to see a familiar Audi R8 speeding down the drive towards the hangar. Katie and Steve exchanged a glance as the car pulled up to where they were stood, but overshot their position slightly. Steve followed the car with his eyes as it backed up and Tony rolled down the window and looked at them both. Steve raised his eyebrows, looking away.
âWhy the long face?â Tony asked, directing his question to Steve. âLet me guess: He turned into a babyâ
âAmong other things, yeah.â Steve replied, an edge of frustration in his voice as he looked back at Tony. âWhat are you doing here?â
Tony opened the car door and climbed out, walking to the back, completely ignoring Steveâs question as he spoke.
âThatâs the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you mightâve wound up pushing time through Lang.â Tony looked at Steve âItâs tricky. Dangerous. Somebody shoulda cautioned you against it.â
âYou did.â Steve deadpanned, not in the mood for a lecture.
âOh, did I?â Tony asked, raising an eyebrow and Katie felt a grin cross her face at her brotherâs sarcasm âThank God Iâm here. Regardless, I fixed itâ Steve raised his eyebrows as he glanced at his brother in law who held up his right hand which bore what looked like a watch of some description. âA fully functioning Time-Space GPS.
At this Steve let out a genuine smile as he realised Tony was here to help. Tony returned it with one of his own
âI just want peace.â He made the sign with his fingers. âTurns out, being angry and bitter is corrosive, and I hate it.
âMe too.â Steve nodded softly, recognizing this for what it was. An apology for the other day, and he was happy to provide his own.
âGuys, we got a shot at getting these stones, but I gotta tell you my priorities.â Tony urged softly, looking from Steve to Katie and back again âBring back what we lost? I hope, yes. Keep what I got? I have to, at all costsâ.
âSo do we, Tony.â Â Katie implored. âOur Kids, theyâre the most important thing to us.â
âNothing we do can jeopardise them.â Steve dropped his left arm round Katie. âAny of them.â
âAnd maybe if we could manage to not die trying, that would be nice.â Tony shrugged.
Steve smiled and held out his right hand. âSounds like a deal.â
Tony shook it, before he smiled, cheekily, and headed to the trunk. Steve looked at his wife and she shrugged, before the two of them followed him, Steve watching curiously. Tony lifted something out, turned it upside down to dislodge the teddy bear sat on it and Katieâs hand flew to her mouth as she saw it was Steveâs shield.
Steve hesitated, taking a deep breath. âTony⌠I donât know..â He swallowed, the nerve twitching in his jaw. He wasnât worthy of that shield, not anymore.
âWhy? He made it for you.â Tony held Steveâs gaze. âPlus, honestly, I have to get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledding.â Steve looked over his shoulder at Katie, who was fighting back her tears and she gave him an encouraging nod. He lifted his arm and Tony slid the shield straps over his shirt and Steve looked down at it, taking a shaky breath. It felt like slipping into a familiar pair of sneakers.Â
âThank you, Tony.â Steve looked up at his brother-in-law, his voice choked as behind him, Katie dropped a hand to his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the spot between his shoulder blades, her face resting on his shirt.
âWill you keep that a little quiet? Didnât bring one for the whole team.â Tony hesitated for a moment. âWe are getting the whole team, yeah?
âWeâre working on that right now.â Katie moved so she could see Tony, before she heard a yell behind her.
âUncle Nee!â Jamie shot straight by her and launched at his Uncle.
âHey, Sport!â Tony grinned, picking him up. âWhat you been up to?â âMe and Emmy were colouring and making dinosaur models.â âWow!â Tony nodded, turning to Emmy who was walking towards them.
âMom?â Her voice was a whisper as she spotted what Steve was holding. âDadâsâŚâ âYeah.â Katie smiled at her, dropping an arm round the teenagerâs shoulders as she continued to glance at his shield. Never one to miss anything, Jamie glanced at his Sister, then his dad and his eyes widened.Â
âWhy you have shield like Captain America?â Jamie frowned as Steve ran his fingers over the edge of the Vibranium before looking at his son as Tony placed him on the floor, struggling to find the words to explain.
Tony clapped Steve on the shoulder âAlright, Iâll leave that one with you. Time to go see what a mess of my compound Brucie has made. âHe walked passed Emmy, dropping an arm round her shoulders. âWalk with me kid, tell me about Philly.â He shot a glance at Katie who smiled as he steered the teenager back to the compound whilst she began excitedly telling him about her trip.
Steve turned to look Katie, his eyes glistening with emotion.
âStill suits you.â She smiled to him and he gave a little chuckle.
âDaddy!â Jamie insisted, tugging on his trousers, annoyed at his question being ignored.
âSorry Pal,â Steve crouched down, shield still on his arm. âI have a shield like Captain America because I was Captain America.â
Jamie frowned before his eyes grew wide. An older kid might have laughed and told his dad to stop being silly, but Steve had never lied to Jamie before and it would never have occurred to the three year old to ever think he would.
âYou were Captain America?â Jamie frowned. âWhen you fighted with the Avengers?â
âYeahâ Steve sighed, running his hand through Jamieâs golden hair. âI was.â
âAre you still Cap now?â
âI dunno.â Steve glanced back at his shield before he looked at Jamie, smiling gently.
âI think you are.â Jamie cocked his head to one side as his hand reached out to touch the shield. âBecause Capâs a hero and youâre my heroâ
Katie saw Steveâs eyes water instantly as he pulled Jamie closer to him, dropping a kiss to the side of his head as the boyâs arms wound around his dadâs neck. He glanced up at Katie and she swallowed, leaning against the column to her left, wiping her eyes. It had been a long time since anyone had called any of the Avengers that, and to hear it from his son meant more to Steve than anything.
âDaddy?â Jamie mumbled against his dadâs shoulder, where his head lay.
âYeah?â Steve cleared his throat.
âYou got a helmet too?â Jamie pulled back to study his fatherâs face as Steve gave out a soft laugh
âYeah buddy. I do.â
âAnd a uniform?â
âI have a few.â Steve nodded.
âCan I see?â Jamieâs face lit up and Steve glanced at Katie who smiled, nodding encouragingly.
âSure⌠come on.â Steve stood up, Jamie easily lifted in his free arm. âYou coming?â He stopped at his wifeâs side as she reached up a hand to smooth down Jamieâs jumper which had ridden up slightly.
âI think this is a hero to son moment, donât you?â She smiled, standing on her toes so she could give his lips a peck. âBesides, someoneâs gotta stop Tony creating havoc in there.â âGood luck with that.â He muttered, giving her another kiss before he carried Jamie into the compound, striding through the hangar doors and across to the corridor. Katie waited for a moment, composing herself before she headed back inside.
**** True to their word, Nebula and Rocket arrived the following lunch and it wasnât long after that Katie and Rocket headed off to New Asgard, along with Banner. Banner and Thor had shared a lot during the events leading up to Thanosâ attacking the Asgardian ship and Katie was hoping that together they stood a better chance of convincing the God to help. Katie sat in the passenger seat of the truck belonging to one of the Asgardians who had come to greet them. She couldnât help but smile as they rolled past the sign at the side of the road WELCOME TO NEW ASGARD, PLEASE DRIVE SLOWLY. They stopped at the small port, and Katie hopped out of the truck, thanking the man, whilst Bruce and Rocket climbed out of the back.
âKind of a step down from a golden palace for an Avenger highness and whatnot.â Rocket mused, looking around.
âHey, have a little compassion, pal.â Bruce said gently. âFirst theyâve lost Asgard, then half the people. Theyâre probably just happy to have a home.â
Katie spotted Valkyrie who smiled at her, and then her face rearranged into surprise as she saw Bruce.
âYou shouldnât have come!â She warned as they approached her.
âAh, Valkyrie! Great to see you, Angry Girl.â Bruce smiled.
âI think I liked you better either of the other ways.â She almost chuckled, taking in his appearance.
âThis is Rocket.â Katie gestured to the raccoon.
âHow you doinâ?â He greeted her.
Valkyrie nodded at him before she turned to Katie. âHe wonât see you.
âStill that bad, huh?â Katie folded her arms.
âWe only see him once a month, when he comes for-â she looked over to the pile of kegs on the side of the port, â-supplies.
âItâs that bad?â Bruce mumbled.
âYeah.â
âWe have to try.â Katie bit her lip, looking round before she turned to Bruce and Rocket. âCome on.â She led them down the side of the harbour and they walked up the small, cobbled street towards the fishing hut Thor was living in. Katie paused, and tried the handle. It opened and Rocket stepped in first. Instantly, Katie was hit with a smell that made her nose wrinkle. It was a combination of dirty clothes, stale beer and old take-outs.
âWhat the⌠woo!â Rocket grimaced, waving his paw in front of his nose. âSomething died in here.â
âHello? Thor?â Bruce called.
Thorâs voice rumbled through to them from another room. âAre you here about the cable?â
They made their way into the main room and Thor, who was shirtless, having definitely put on more than a couple of pounds since Katie had last seen him, was walking across the room gesturing to the TV.
âThe Cinemax ran out about two weeks ago, and the sports are all kind of fuzzy.â He grabbed a beer from the ice bucket and Katie looked at Bruce who was frowning.
âThor?â He asked, his voice disbelieving.
Thor turned and took a moment to look at the three of them, before his face cracked into a smile
âBoys!â He laughed out. âLittle Stark! Oh my God! Itâs so good to see you!â He crossed towards Rocket, trying to hug him, his knuckles rubbing the raccoons head. âCome here, you little rascal!â
âNo, Iâm good. Iâm good. Thatâs not necessary.â Rocket groaned, wriggling away.
âHulk, Little Stark, you know my friends, Miek, Korg, right?â
Miek and Korg were sat on a couch, the Rock creature in a Hawaiian shirt, play station controller in his hand playing what looked to Katie like Fortnite- one of Emmyâs favourites.
âHey guys!â Korg raised his hand in greeting.
âHey!â Bruce smiled. âLong time no see.â
âBeers in the bucket. Feel free to log on to the Wi-Fi. No password, obviously.â Korg said cheerfully as he turned back to his game, growing suddenly serious. âThor, heâs back. The kid on the TV that called me a dickhead again.â
âNoobmaster.â Thor growled out as he spun round. Miek threw a piece of pizza towards the TV in disgust, giving a little click.
âYeah, Noobmaster69. Called me a dickhead.â
Thor stomped over to Korg, took his headphones and spoke loudly into the mic.
âNoobmaster? Yeah, itâs Thor again. You know, the God of Thunder? Listen, buddy. If you donât log off this game immediately, I am gonna fly over to your house, come down to that basement youâre hiding in, rip off your arms and shove them up your butt! Oh, thatâs right. Yes, go cry to your father, you little weasel!â
Katie and Rocket exchanged a look as Thor returned Korgâs head set, before she glanced up at Banner who was watching, a look of disbelief on his face and Katie couldnât help but echo his feelings. Seeing their friend, their once mighty Avenger partner, in such a state made her beyond sad.
âSo you guys want a drink? What are you drinking? We have beer, tequila, all sorts of things.â Thor asked, using Stormbreaker to open a bottle of beer. Bruce walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
âBuddy, you all right?â
âââââââYes, Iâm fine! Why, donât I look all right?â Thor frowned.
âYou look like melted ice cream.â Rocket crossed his arms, but despite his joke Katie could tell he was concerned.
Thor simply laughed and looked at them all. âSo, whatâs up?
âWe need your helpâ Katie spoke gently âThere might be a chance we could fix everything.â
âWhat, like the cable?â Thor burped. âCause thatâs been driving me bananas for weeks.â
âLike Thanos.â Bruce spoke and Katie saw Thorâs smile slowly disappear. He put a shaky hand on Bruceâs shoulder and pointed at him.
âDonât you say that name.â
Behind Thor, Korg stood up, taking off his headphones. âUm, yeah. We donât actually say that name in here.â
âPlease take your hand off meâ Bruceâs tone was quiet as he brushed away Thorâs grip on his shoulder. âNow, I know that⌠guy might scare youâŚâ
âWhy would, why would I be scared of that guy?â Thor scoffed, turning away. âIâm the one who killed that guy, remember? Anyone else here killed that guy? Nope. Didnât think so. Korg, why donât you, tell everybody who chopped Thanosâ big head off.â
âUmm⌠Stormbreaker?â Korg offered.
âNo, who was swinging Stormbreaker?â Thor shot back.
âThor.â Katie started gently. âI get it, we all get it. Youâre in a rough spot right now-â
âIâve been there myself.â Bruce picked up from her âYou wanna know who helped me out of it?â
âI donât knowâŚNatasha?â Thor snorted and Katie rolled her eyes.
âIt was you. You helped meâ.
Thor walked back over to Bruce and pointed out of the window with the hand holding his beer. âWhy donât you ask the Asgardians down there, how much my help was worth?â he dropped onto the chair âThe ones that are left, anyway.â
âWe think we can bring them back.â Katie looked at him.
âLittle Stark, please stop. Stop, okay?â Thor pleaded, opening a packet of M&Ms. âI know you think Iâm down here wallowing in my own self-pity, waiting to be rescued and saved. But Iâm fine, okay? Weâre fine, arenât we?â
He looked at Korg and Miek eating pizza and playing once more on the Playstation.
âNah, all good here, mate!â Korg nodded.
Katie looked back at Thor as he stared up at her. âSo, whatever it is that youâre offering, weâre not into it, donât care, couldnât care less. Goodbye.â
âWe need you Thunder God.â Katie swallowed as she shook her head sadly. âPlease.â
Thor shook his head and ignored her.
âThereâs beer on the ship.â Rocket broke the silence, crossing his arms.
Thor paused, and without looking up he spoke again, this time his words softer. âWhat kind?â
**** Chapter 52
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BnHA Chapter 272: (Directed by Michael Bay)
Previously on BnHA: The My Child Soldiers Academia arc finally started to live up to its name as Tokoyami became the first (but I assure you not the last) victim of traumatic mental scarring courtesy of Horikoshiâs sick games! So he and Dark Shadow showed up to stop Dabi from murdering Hawks and were all âplease donât kill our mentor.â Dabi was all âAH BUT YOUR MENTOR KILLED SOMEONE ELSE, AND ISNâT THAT JUST LIKE THE HEROES THOUGH, THEIR HANDS ARE SO STAINED WITH BLOODâ and then he tried to set both of them on fire several times in succession. Hawks was all âTokoyami just run away while heâs in the middle of his five-hour sermonâ and so they tried but Dabi followed them! But then Geten was all âALL RIGHT EVERYONE... CHILLâ and fucking froze everything for no discernible reason, and Tokoyami fled the building with an unconscious Hawks in tow as the battle raged on. The chapter then ended with Gigantomachia being all âI smell my master!â and standing up, hahaha oh fuck.
Today on BnHA: Well you guys are not going to believe this, but it turns out that Tomura waking up is actually a very bad thing. A âworst case scenarioâ if you will! Because, get this, he has a quirk that can destroy anything, which spreads from whatever he touches to fucking everything and everywhere else. Gosh, if only weâd known about this since like 35 chapters ago. If only weâd had a spy among the villains who could have warned us, and three entire months to plan our attack, and literally every single hero in Japan on call to help us when the time came. Anyway so youâre really going to be shocked by this Iâm telling you, but it turns out that when a crazy powerful person who wants to destroy everything finally wakes up, he immediately starts destroying everything with his crazy power. So X-Less dies and Crust dies and everyone else runs, and meanwhile the kids, who are on the outskirts of the city finishing up the evacuation, stand there in shock as the plot rampages toward them ready to swallow them whole. The chapter ends with Deku powering up to FORTY-FIVE PERCENT YEAHHHHH, and oh shit. Finally weâre doing this.
I am not even remotely done with all the shit Iâm supposed to be finishing up, but fuck it, I need a break and reading the new chapter is by far the funnest thing on my current to-do list, so!
OH SNAPS MY BOY HAS FINALLY OPENED HIS EYES
IT ONLY TOOK HIM... OKAY LOOK IâM NOT GOING TO GO BACK AND COUNT ALL OF THE CHAPTERS, BUT LETâS SAY... FIFTEEN. ...HUNDRED. CHAPTERS TO FINALLY SNAP TO IT AND COME JOIN THE PARTY. BUT IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT! PROBABLY. AHH LETâS JUST READ ON
-- ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohm --
[puts on glasses and unfolds map while poring through a mess of scribbles on post-it notes]Â -- hold up, if my calculations are correct, Iâm pretty sure âsomewhere a bit further from the hospitalâ is, in fact, where a certain THREE TROUBLE-PRONE DISASTERS ARE CURRENTLY HOLED UP. AHHH
can it really be true. are we finally rejoining our protagonist and his buddy cop friends after 97 years. how will everyone react to Deku reacting to Tomura waking up ahhhh
so Burninâ is yelling at the civilians to let them know if they have any family or friends who need assistance evacuating
god I hate the fact that this is a fucking understatement
theyâre not taking any chances after Kamino and Fukuoka huh. fool them once, shame on you. fool them twice, oh shit. but there will not be a third time! no one fucking destroys three cities in the span of six months on their watch, no sirree
(ETA: ...)
lol the kids are trying to get the elderly citizens on a bus to evacuate, but a lady is trying to give them candy and Kacchan and Ochako are of two different minds on whether or not to accept
Kacchan is absolutely right about Ochakoâs motivations, but in her defense, who the fuck turns down free chocolate
IIDA!!
FUCKING CHRIST JAPAN ITâS 200 YEARS IN THE FUTURE AND YOU STILL HAVENâT SWITCHED TO DIGITAL RECORD-KEEPING? WHY IS THIS THE MOST REALISTIC THING IN THE ENTIRE MANGA TO DATE. MY GOOD SIR, IIDA IS LYING THROUGH HIS TEETH, ALL RECORDS AND BUILDINGS ABSOLUTELY CAN AND WILL BE COMPLETELY OBLITERATED IN THE CARNAGE TO COME. IâM SORRY TO BE THE ONE TO INFORM YOU OF THIS, BUT DAMN IT SOMEONE HAS TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY
(ETA: I sure hope these poor bastards had good insurance.)
also. this man here who looks like Beaker from the Muppets, who presumably has the power of Doing Anything Those Wacky Flailing Inflatable Tube Men That You See Outside Of Car Dealerships Can Do. ...yes. thatâs it. thatâs an intentionally incomplete sentence with a subject but no predicate. I just feel like we should all sit and stare at him for a good thirty more seconds before continuing on with our lives
OH MY GOD
THEYâRE EVACUATING THE PETS TOO AHHHH. EXCUSE ME CERTAIN SOMEONES WHO THINK ALL HEROES ARE âDIRTY.â I SEE YOUR ARGUMENTS AND RAISE YOU THIS ONE SINGLE PANEL. YEAH THATâS RIGHT. NOW WHAT DABI. AT A LOSS FOR WORDS I SEE. YOU JUST SIT AND PONDER THAT FOR A WHILE
is... this... a space shuttle man
is this literally just a man with a Boeing for a head. FUCKING QUIRKS THOUGH!!!!! ~*~wild~*~
OH MY GOD AND WEâRE BACK
time for some HORCRUX SHENANIGANS!! IS YOUR LIGHTNING BOLT SCAR BURNING DEKU. I CANâT BELIEVE HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED IS BACK AHHHH
so now heâs slightly hunching forward with his hands pressed together and Todoroki is immediately sensing that something is wrong ahhhhh
(ETA from like 5 days later: I had that as âTokoyamiâ instead of âTodorokiâ for the better part of a solid week you guys. SHOUTO YOU WERE GONE FOR SO LONG I FORGOT YOUR FUCKING NAME whoop.)
here come dat angst. here comes Horikoshiâs hand beckoning the trio closer and welcoming them to the pain parade ahhh. from now on thatâs how Iâm ending all my sentences btw. it just seems right. ahhh
OH MY LORD OH MY
ladies and gentlemen, YOU WERE SAYING DEKU DIDNâT HAVE ENOUGH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT LATELY? HEâS NOT INTERESTING ENOUGH AS A PROTAGONIST, IS HE? well maybe thatâs because Horikoshi has been saving this one juiciest of plot nuggets for a rainy day precisely like this! BRING ON THAT CHOSEN ONE ANGST AHHHHH
anyway so yes it is indeed OFA speaking to him in the form of Lil Bro a.k.a. the first user
lol Iâm trying to think of commentary but itâs difficult seeing as IâM ALREADY SCROLLING DOWN TO IMPATIENTLY READ THE NEXT PAGE
lmao the fuck
okay Princess Zelda. can you get any more flowery with those descriptions though. A TRANSCENDENT BEING. A SUPERLATIVE ENTITY. A SUBLIME, PREEMINENT ORGANISM. FREED FROM ITS SHACKLES. UNFETTERED BY ALL EARTHLY LIMITATIONS
OH MY GOD
it absolutely boggles my mind that this guy is somehow still alive. ??! how many chapters and panels has it been now. heâs like the goat in the t-rex pen in fucking Jurassic Park. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET EATEN ALREADY
...
do you... want a blanket. ...?
(ETA: do you ever just. wake up and youâre like âah shit itâs coldâ, and then you destroy an entire city. mm.)
do you all suppose X-Less is fully aware that heâs about to die though? he hasnât even moved. I imagine that sitting next to Tomura actually is much like sitting next to a giant t-rex. like he has to know there is no getting out of this alive. poor guy
damn Mic isnât even looking back heâs just running back into the main room where all the rest of them are
wow this fight is still going on
I donât know why, I just expected it to all magically be over all of a sudden now that we have bigger things to worry about. do you guys remember when we were all worried about the High End Noumus being the biggest threat. hahahahaha
(ETA: moment of silence for ALL OF THE FUCKING HIGH ENDS lmao. that did not go how I expected that plotline to go AT ALL, but at least we got the best fucking battle in the entire manga out of it.)
jesus CHRIST ENOUGH WITH THIS
WE GET IT TOMURA IS DANGEROUS AND SCARY AND EVIL AND AWAKE!!! JUST PLEASE GET TO IT ALREADY GOD IâM BEGGING YOU
FINALLY
goddammit. my reaction to this should have been much more â!!!â and âOH SHITâ, but he dragged it out so much that my initial reaction was one more of relief than horror. maybe itâs because of the way I read the chapters, constantly pausing to do commentary as I go along, but whenever a chapter has a ton of panels of people just staring into the distance awash with dread, it really stands out to me lol. thereâs only so much I can write about that kind of thing. ah well at least weâre finally getting to the action
I genuinely canât tell if Ujiko is frightened that heâs about to be disintegrated by Tomuraâs quirk, or excited that Tomura is awake
maybe both lol. well donât worry youâre not gonna die that easily, much as you would not catch me complaining if you did
thanks Gran
lol where was all this speed throughout the rest of this arc though. âweâre only competent when the plot necessitates itâ huh. is that right
oh shit itâs destroying the rest of the lab
those are all of Ujikoâs collected quirks, right? someone please tell me if this is a good or a bad thing. on the one hand if theyâre all destroyed it means Tomura canât get them and Ujiko canât make any more Noumus. but on the other hand this means they wonât ever be able to give them back to the original users (if any of them are even still alive). and also thatâs a lot of evidence thatâs being wiped out as well
oh shit they didnât know about this?!
even after Deika City, you didnât put two and two together?? even with all of Hawkâs intel?? what the hell did you think happened there?
well this explains why everyone was so la-dee-da-no-rush about capturing him though. well thatâs on you guys. next time maybe donât waste 20 minutes uselessly battling redshirt Noumus while Mirko has to do everything herself
anyway so I feel like people other than X-Less are almost certainly going to die here, and fuck. Iâm not ready for any of this
AHH THE KIDS
BIT SLOW ON THE UPTAKE THERE KACCHAN LOL. FOR A MOMENT YOU HAD ME WORRIED THERE WAS SOMEHOW A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THREAT APPROACHING FROM THE OTHER SIDE, BEFORE YOU TURNED AROUND TO LOOK WHERE THE OTHERS WERE LOOKING
ALSO JUST A FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT SHOUTOâS DAD IS IN THAT HOSPITAL, ALONG WITH THEIR TEACHER! HERE. COME. DAT. ANGST
LOOK AT THIS CONSPICUOUSLY INTACT BUILDING AS IT STANDS THERE ALL OMINOUSLY WITH THE NEARBY BIRDS AND CRITTERS FRANTICALLY FLYING AWAY
I want to see it crumble so bad. now this is the kind of foreboding cinematic disaster movie bullshit I can get into
FFFF WHY IS THIS PANEL SO HARD TO SEE
THEREâS TOO MUCH CHAOS AND TOO MANY PEOPLE LOST AMIDST ALL THESE SHATTERING AND FALLING TUBES, BUT I NEED TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE IS SAFE AHHH
...okay so I see Ryuukyuu in the top right, and I think thatâs RockLockRock on her back. Thirteen is clearly there in the bottom center, but I donât know who that is next to them. and then of course Gran and Mic on the left. and a bunch of others spread out in various other places, but... where the hell is Aizawa??
OH THANK GOD
FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI, I KNOW FULL WELL YOUâRE NOT JUST GOING TO KILL OFF THE WORLDâS PREEMINENT DAD STRAIGHT UP OUT OF THE BLUE HERE, AND YET I STILLÂ FELT ANXIETY AT THIS LAST PANEL. HOW DID YOU EVEN
BITCH YOU BETTER LET THE FUCK GO BEFORE I --
!!!
oh my god I gasped in real life. stop making me fear for the lives of main characters!!
he. he --. crust. he. ...
I literally stopped reading and had to stop and cover my mouth with both of my hands Iâm
silence. no screaming. no flailing. no freaking out. just silence
shit. rest in peace you old sedimentary bastard. respect to you for saving the father of my children in your last fleeting moments. I still have not the slightest idea how you rose through the ranks to somehow become the sixth fucking highest rated hero (HERO BILLBOARD CHART, IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT. ARE YOU FEELING OKAY), but you sure did go out with style though
also this may be tacky of me to point out during such an emotionally charged moment, but one second Aizawa is wearing his goggles like normal, and the next theyâre suddenly pushed up onto his forehead so we can see the anguish in his bloodshot eyes. there was no reason to do that other than angst and we all know it. so yes Shouta you dramatic bitch, I am calling you out. why Horikoshi felt he had to add to your many accumulated traumas is beyond me. you donât deserve this and I am so, so sorry
OH GOOD I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK WHERE THE FUCK ENDEAVOR WAS
seeing as we just went over this with Gran, I will take the high road here and wonât ask why youâre only this fast now and couldnât have been this useful this ages ago back before Tomura woke up. oh wait does sarcastically saying I wonât bring it up count as bringing it up. well whatever. middle road, then
sob Iâm getting flashbacks to the end of Return of the Jedi when theyâre all frantically flying out of the Death Star as it explodes
friendly reminder that Ryuukyuu, clearly the fastest one here despite carrying like 20 people, was number 10 in the rankings for some unknown reason. again, r.i.p. Crust you well-meaning geriatric soul
also just a stray thought, I hope itâs clear now why it was so important to give Deku those additional quirks. at a minimum he needs Blackwhip and Float just so he doesnât instantly die the moment heâs in Tomuraâs general vicinity. sob Iâve joked so much about flying quirks and here they are becoming fucking prerequisites now
anyway so Ujiko is mourning the loss of his lab, which again, good riddance mostly. but r.i.p. that evidence though
(ETA: nah the âtotal lossâ part is referring to how the heroes fucked up so soundly and thoroughly. anyway no one would blame Mic if he accidentally dropped Ujiko in the midst of all this chaos, Iâm just saying. I guess they need any intel he could still provide now more than ever though.)
OH MY GOD!!
LAUNDRY HERO WASH?! THIS SUDSY BOI CAN ACTUALLY KICK ASS WHAAAAT
oh my god oh my god itâs still spreading??!
fuck fuck fuck at this rate itâll reach the kids
(ETA: that happened really fast actually.)
-- oh FUCK NO you had better NOT FUCKING TOUCH FUCKING PIXIE BOB, I WILL MAIL MYSELF TO JAPAN PANDEMIC OR NO PANDEMIC. DO YOU NOT SEE THE SIGN THAT SAYS âOFF-LIMITS.â RESPECT THE SIGN
SOB SHEâS SO BADASS BUT IT LOOKS LIKE ITâS STILL DISINTEGRATING FUCCCCCK. FUCK MY LIFE, FUCK EVERYTHING
AHHHHH
I canât tell if her earthbending was able to stop it or not?? god help us all if it didnât, Iâm not even sure what else could stop it at this point
SHUT UP UJIKO!!
they really did. only to fuck it up completely at the finish line. well, the man most singularly responsible for it is dead now, again r.i.p. Crust you useless old legend
lmao despite myself
âby a miracle, or maybe through sheer willâ even he acknowledges that Tomura waking up was basically complete bullshit. yes blah blah yadda yadda got zapped by some exposed wires explanation science. because we all know that getting electrocuted will fix you right up when your heart has stopped and you have completely flatlined. you can definitely trust Horikoshi on this and thereâs absolutely no need to google how defibrillators actually work
also is he somehow wearing a cape now. again by a miracle or maybe through sheer will
YESSSSSSS
(ETA: one has to wonder what Ujikoâs plan was, assuming this scheme had actually played out. were they just banking on Tomura not waking up cranky and disoriented and wanting to test out his power. his quirk doesnât exactly distinguish friend from foe here Iâm just saying.)
the part of me that goes all âooh ahhâ when all the buildings explode in Independence Day is singing inside. but never fear, the rest of me is appropriately horrified though. what was that Burninâ was saying about the city becoming a large-scale battle zone? sob
also this page sure serves as a nice refresher for exactly why Tomura Waking Up Was Bad, which was inexplicably a topic of some debate in recent weeks. yes in spite of everything the villains are still the bad guys whoâd have thought. almost as if the purpose of humanizing a character is to show that theyâre human, not that theyâre right
WHATâS THIS NOW???
WELL IâLL BE. ITâS BEEN AN EVENTFUL THREE MONTHS, APPARENTLY!??
HOOAHHHHHHHH
ITâS A BIRD ITâS A PLANE ITâS A BADASS OH SHIIIIITTTTTT
finally finally finally!!!!!!
THE SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN, REPEAT, THE SHIT HAS HIT THE PROVERBIAL FAN. THE PLOT IS FINALLY HAPPENING, REPEAT, THE PLOT IS FINALLY FUCKING HAPPENING AHHHHHH
and there is no one coming to save them this time. no one to arrive at the last second and say âitâs all right now because I am here.â they have to save themselves. they have to save everyone. the training wheels are finally coming off. the safety net has been removed. after 272 chapters, the story has finally reached a point where these kids, these children, who in spite of all theyâve been through have been protected and shielded from the worst of it up till now, will finally have to be the ones to save the day all on their own
and they are not ready. but also maybe they kind of are??! but they definitely are not. and oh god oh god oh god, FINALLY WEâRE REALLY DOING THIS. TIME TO FIX THE MESS THOSE SILLY GROWN-UPS MADE, CHILDREN. YOU GOT THIS
#bnha 272#shigaraki tomura#midoriya izuku#aizawa shouta#ujiko daruma#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#if the next few chapters don't feature some kind of avengers-style epic team up pose I will sue#what has this all even been building up to if not that#remember that the kids are not allowed to die though horikoshi#remember what we agreed upon#you remember right#right#horikoshi???
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Ducktales Reviews: The Town Where Everyone Was Nice! or Scrooge Is the Lindburgh Baby
Saludos Amigos! The Ride of the Three Cablleros has at long last come to the last stop before itâs final phase. Itâs been a hell of a ride so far: Our boys have tried to woo some ladies, performed some black magic, had some sort of drug trip, dealt with Donaldâs ego, helped goofy ungoofy himself...
âSEASONS CHANGE, TIMES CHANGE BUT UNGOOFY IS FOREVER AND ALWAYS HE IS ALWAYS THEREâ ... I created this magificent stalion.. kinda I think he came out of a styigan hole in the universe from the darkest dark in the dark of the dark... I canât be sure. Our heroes fought an arrogant prince, found a lost city and helped donald get his smile back. All culminating in our heroes going to Spain for some reason, soundtracking Goofyâs win against Horace in Flamico Dancing, somehow that wasnât a Covid induced fever dream I had but the actual premise of the episode, and then played some soccer with Daisyâs cousin and Pancho Pete. All in all weâve had some good times getting here and I feel acomplished having made it this far. While Iâve still got quite a ways to go, getting this far means I really made something.. and not just the 80 something dollars it took to comission all of this. And I genuinely just want to thank all of you for reading these as these have easily been some of my most popular reviews and @weirdkev27â for comissioning all of this. Itâs been easily one of my faviorite projects so far and I look forward to the final leg of it soon. For now though we have one last adventure before the biggest one starts. But before we can dive into it you probably have a few questions, and since I donât really need to give Ducktales 2017 a lavish introduction as unlike most stuff so far this show is well and familiar: itâs what got me started reviewing animation on this blog, itâs what got me into the duck community as a full member, and itâs what caught Kevâs attention leading to this entire series. So I have time to answer the questions your probably asking and if your not.. well hereâs the answers anyway Wait arenât you going to cover Louieâs Eleven?: Nope. While I love that episode, I already did a full review of it earlier this year.  I saw no reason to completely and utterly redo the entire thing when my opinions toward the episode havenât really changed. That being said since I didnât touch on the boys characterizations in that one too much and since I do want this retrospective to be comprehensive, I will talk about Panchito And Joseâs characterization there briefly during this review at the right time as a compromise.Â
Wait why isnât THIS the last stop since it came out AFTER Legend of the Three Cablleros: Simple.. it felt unsatsfying to both me and kev to end on this one. While their apperance here IS a good one and a big deal... itâs also ANOTHER guest apperance. Itâs something I didnât quite realize for now but outside of the movie.. every apperance after is them guest starring in another series. Their aperances in Don Rosaâs Duck Comics, while awesome and treating them with proper respect, were still them showing up to shake up Donaldâs stories and formulas. They were LITERAL guest stars in House of Mouse, and Roadster Racers was entirely just âletâs shove them in there because we canâ. Legend.. is their story. Their moment in the sun after too damn long with all three as main characters and while being a lead is normal for donald, Jose and Panchito really HAVENâT had that shot outside of their home countries. To be the hero of their own fully realized epic adventure. So it just fits best to have the road lead there instead of have all that happen.. then go back to yet another guest appearance. The other major factor.. is that while Legend came out around the same time as ducktales, to the point many compared and contrast both shows treatment of Donald, this episode is what most non-latin american audiences saw first as it took Disney WAY too damn long to air the series over here.. i.e. until Disney Plus launched, finding it somewhere online was the only option despite the series being produced in america with some really big american names voice acting wise. Point is this came first to some people, so iâm using that as a flimsy excuse to put it ahead so we get a better finale.Â
Now all thatâs settled, letâs dive into âThe Town Where Everyone Was Nice!â and see what one of the best duck propeties period makes of our boys.Â
We open in a remote town in Brazil. Itâs the Festival of the Flower.. which is a bit off to me. While it DOES kind of make plot sense.. the problem is the lure was written to Panchito and Jose.. Jose whose a brazil native and couldâve possibly been supscious that a tourist invintation wasnât in Brazilian Portugese, the countries national language and something I specifically researched just to see what itâd be called. For the record itâd be O Festival da Flor acording to google translate, which still sounds neat, Webby couldâve still said it means festival of the flower. It just feels like a missed opportunity from a creative team thatâs taken such pains to make the series feel as authentic as possible and clearly put a lot of hard work and research into making each location feel like itâs real world counterpart. But itâs a minor thing and we soon get our two plots for the episode: Our B Plot.. is that Dewey canât stay the fuck off his phone and is taking pictures rather than actually getting experiences with Louie enabling him, while Webby gets increasingly frustrated at Dewey not actually botherting to experince this unique and obscure culture. Weâll get back to this in a bit.Â
Our main plot naturally concerns the reason our heroes are here: Donald is reuniting with The Cabs, who in this continuity are his old College friends who Scrooge hates due to having to listen to them practice constnatly and tells the kids theyâd hate it worse than his playing the bagpipes.Â
Bagpipes are objectively the worst insterument on earth. They are loud, unharmonic and generally just obnoxious. I do respect how important they are to Scotland, home of David Tennant, Grant Morrision and .. Alan Cumming and James Macavoy? Wait what? thatâs awesome! Point is Scotland is great but I do not like the bagpipes except when Bugs Bunnny is murdering them. Honestly Donaldâs college band was probably more like this. Nothing bad at all just mildly pathetic and mildly pathetic is what got Donald a girlfriend, so itâs not a bad look
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That brings me to another point: Scrooge is pretty obnoxious in this episode. It seems like his sole reason for coming was to bitch about Donaldâs old college band. He couldâve just sent them a stern letter like the pros at being a cranky old geezer do.Â
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I do GET why heâs here as there are some REALLY damn funny bits with him in the a-plot, it just feels like they couldâve justified it better. But on to better things as Jose and Panchito enter the scene after Scrooge claims they âwerenât so coolâ.. with Panchito diving from a plane and drifting down on his umbrella
And Panchito shows up dramatically playing the guitar. A truly awesome and worthy intro to our boys. So letâs talk about them in this series. Honestly the two really arenât that diffrent from usual, though Joseâs lady chasing is given to Panchito, his footloose world traveling lifestyle remains in tact as does his genuine charm while Panchito remains the peppy one, just with his outbursts gone as his guns are replaced with cell phones..Â
Yeah while I do get replacing the pistols because letâs face it the mexican of the group being a gun nut was pretty damn unfortunate, though Don Rosa toned it down and justifed it well, and frankly guns are a hard no for family shows these days unless their laser guns so replacing them I get. But instead of I dunno giving him knives or turning his holsters into pouches carrying his stuff.. he just has two Cell Phones. Itâs weird. It dosenât really make sense other than for him putting on a big shot act and even big stars probably donât have two phones on them at all times. Itâs just a VERY weird update that makes not a whole lot of logical sense and I belivie is thankfully gone by the next ep. The only real issue I have is the two just sorta blend together personality wise instead of being distinct like usual, but thatâs also happened in other apperances, so itâs not exactly a new or unique problem, and the twoâs voice actors do a great job making both feel like they should.Â
Speaking of which letâs just go ahead and discuss that elephant in the room: The Cabs were recast for the first time in ages, which didnât sit well with friends of legend as Eric Bauza, whoâd replaced rob Paulsen, was himself replaced by Arturo Del Puerto and Bernado Del Paulo replaced Jamie Camil and Carlos Aquazi as Panchito. And I have mixed opinons on this one: Replacing Eric was a no brainer: while heâs a terrific voice actor.. heâs not brazilian and the crew of Ducktales 2017 perfer to cast actors who match their characters backgrounds, which again adds to the authenicty of itâs globetrotting and scope. They donât ALWAYS, Cree Summer isnât, as far as I know, Egyptian and Catherine Tate, while wonderful, isnât italian. But for the most part it adds a nice flavor to things and frankly I personally prefer it when Jose is voiced by an actual brazilian man. So that change iâm fine with. Not using Camil though... I do not get. Jamie Camil is a throughly talented voice actor, having done TONS of great work lately , vocing Globgor for star vs and not getting nearly enough screen time as the loveable demon dad, and stealing the show as Don Carnage earlier in the series. While that episode is one of the series weakest, heâs still easily the best part of it and I hope Carnage shows up one last time before the finale.Â
So it really makes.. no sense to me to replace him. Not only is camil a bigger named actor, but he was already on the show and even the defense of âwell they donât want actors playing multiple rollsâ ended up utterly destroyed by the end of the season, as Christ Dimatopolus not only reprised Storkules, but went on to play Drake and Melon, and picked up a FOURTH role in season 3 as Hades. My point is the show has no real issue with doubling up on voice rolls, so I scratch my head as to why Camil wasnât given this part too despite being the obvious choice. Del Paulo isnât a bad actor and is great in the role.. I just scratch my head why he was needed when a perfect actor for the part was right there and already had experince with the character.Â
I do think Puerto and Paulo are terrific and do the characters justice, issues with Paulo being there at all aside, and they do a great job and more than earned the roles and I donât think the mass critcisim of this version of the characters is entirely warranted.. for this episode. This episode while they can meld into each other... that happens in most of their apperances anyway, so itâs not unusual or unique to this series. I will say however that the way their written in their next apperance is utter garbage: they arenât really given any chances to be distinct, are basically written as one person even worse .. and that one person is a greedy asshole who takes advantage of their friend and never apologizes. I do get why people did not like them in that episode. I do think it has no baring on this one and people should stop bashing these versions as a whole for one terrible episode, especially when Louie has been written pretty badly for the bulk of season 3, yet is still not a bad character. Itâs unfair to paint the series as painting them soley as selfish jackasses when it didnât at first and hopefully wontâ again when they presumibly show up for the finaleâs big avengers endgame sequence I hope is coming. For now they arenât bad and the colors are crisp and the animation nice and bouncy on our boys.Â
Since we have two plots here, Iâm just going to go ahead and split em since honestly, the b plot dosenât really impact the a-plot until really the last minute and is basically happening right along side it and in concert with it. Sooooo...Â
The Trite B-Plot: As you can probably gather I didnât really like this one. Itâs basically 5-7 minutes of me wanting to punch a child in the face. Or rather Webby wanting to have fun experinces and actually take in the culture while in town, while Dewey just wants to take pictures of everything, make it seem like he did stuff, and generally is obnoxious to webby while Louie supports him wholeheartdly. That last part is really one of the few good parts of the plot as itâs nice for one of the brothers plots to NOT be about them being in conflict or squabbling but just hanging out and having some fun, doubly so since iâve had to spend a season watching Louie , outside of a few good exceptions be an absolute dick to Huey and also Dewey once. Itâs nice to just see him and Dewey bond over a shared intrest: posting shit online and getting good photos.Â
And itâs not without GOOD gags: Deweyâs obnoxious captions at one point while Webby continually looses her shit, Louie continually saying âthatâs so wiseâ at Deweyâs bullshit philosphies, Webbyâs continued annoyance is delivered great by Kate as always, and the best bit is Webby, utterly pissed at Dewey for refusing to eat Local Cuisine, wolfing down the entire fucking plate, all the dumplings in her mouth at once while Dewey, naturally, takes a picture. Otherwise this is just.. grating. Itâs utterly grating to watch Webby GENUINELY try hard to absorb the local culture and really enjoy a once in a life time experince.. while Dewey jackasses about and basically acts like sheâs wrong for it and treats his best friend like garbage. Just because iâts nice itâs not Louie this time doesenât make one of the kids being a dick without any nuance or character stuff suddenly great. Itâs just tiresome.Â
And SOMEHOW , despite already not liking it the first time watching the episode.. itâs even WORSE now afterlast years. No not because I watched it while having to put up with Coronoavirus induced Chills, but because another show did this plot 100 times better: Close Enough. One of the best new shows of the year, Close Enough had a plot where exes Bridget and Alex, aka yet aother great set of Kimiko Glenn and Jason Mantzokus characters, went on vacation together, but their attempts to have some ex sex fell flat due to longstanding issues we found about through this plot: Bridget has a bad habit of doing what Dewey did, focusing way more on her social than actually enjoying her vacatoin while Alex has a bad habit of befreinding random weirdos who agree with his worldview. Keep in mind this is the same worldview that spent an afternoon connecting garfield to jesus while pissing in a jug for some reason. Point instead of a character just being a smug dick, it ties into actual character flaws that helped us not only learn more about them but lead to a really heartwarming scene where the two admit they jsut canât sleep together casually with allt heir baggage, and that they still have a lot to sort out. Before given the show their on having their friends show up from the a plot and all of them getting kidnapped by a robot because Josh skipped a bunch of ads and a 5 year old has to solve some issues and prove sheâs not dumb to blow up said robot. What iâm saying is itâs even more insufferable watching this after seeing it done a thousand times better, and fucking watch Close Enough. Thankfully unlike Inifnity Train itâs not reliant on you to get a second season as itâs been renewed proving that even in a cluster fuck like 2020 miracles can happen, but itâd still be nice for it to get more fans during the presumably long wait for Season 2. Letâs move past this, iâll get to the plot relevant bit for the climax when we get to the climax, and onto the reason your all here.Â
The Main Event: A Life Not Wasted
Okay onto the actual plot. Rewinding quite a bit, the boys meet our boys, and we get some good bits. The boys cool new handshake leaves Huey wanting one only for Louie to simply lick his hand. See this is Louie dickery I can get behind because what did Huey expect? I do take comfort in the fact he has actual friends now who will likely do a handshake, fenton very much included. Iâm sure Gyro didnât want one either so heâs had plenty of time to workshop. We also find out one of the boys was dropped as an egg and well.. given Dewey opens and closes his eyes one at a time for this one moment, the ohter triplets just sorta.. silently agre itâs Dewey. IT does explain why he thought Champ Popular would get over..that and Santa Claus is Going to Highschool being his favorite movie.Â
So both Jose and Panchito claim to be sucessful: Jose being a sucessful jetsetter and trendsetter, and Panchito being a world famous pop star, never stop stopping. So Donald being donald panics and runs into a alley where Scrooge and Huey join him. Donald is fully convinced heâs wasted his life and has nothing to show for it. Huey rightfully points out he raised three wonderful children and isnât that enough? Naturally given Donald clearly has some issues related to this subject and Scrooge has develoved into old man yells at cloud, he agrees itâs not important as money. So Huey decides to help his uncle because heâs the good son.. and because the two are easily the most alike out of Donald and his Kids. Itâs something I havenât really been able to bring up before so I was delighted to realize i could now: Besides the obvious people bring up constnatly, I.e. Huey having inhereted the most of the family rage out of his brothers, thereâs the fact both are kind of obessive, both tend ot spiral into panic when a situation goes wrong, both are awkward with women, both are frequently ignored or taken for granted by those around them, and both are awkward adorable dorks who I will give my life to protect. Itâs why I think Huey has the best relationship with his uncle of the bunch: Heâs the only one who at least TRIES to empahtize with him and support him. While the other two do love him, and Webby of course likely has an insanne and horrifying shrine of him, and scrooge and probably della now in her closet.. and of course lena but thatâs less out of hero worship and more out of her insane, over the top, very webby version of love. Point is, heâs the one who genuinely sees his uncle as a person who needs help and love. This was best demonstrated in the scene at the bank back in âWho Is Gizmoduckâ as Huey tries to get his uncle a loan using the guidebook and is there soley to help the guy and taking time out of his day to visit the bank. Letâs face it though this is huey: he probably loves visiting the bank. They just got new pens! So Huey decides to put his improv badge to good use... so far the only use heâs gotten is Louie laughing at the fact he actually earned an improv badge and urges donald to simply ACT like heâs sucessful. Scrooge balks at this, because as Wonder Woman 1984 taught us nothing good comes from lies.. or from banging your ghost boyfriend while heâs possessing someoneâs body without said bodyâs consent and plan to fully live out the rest of your lives togehter without ever considering how fucked up this is. I will..deal with that movie ... soon. But he soon changes his turn and agrees to go along with it to avoid Jose getting upset and them having to pay for everything.Â
So Huey suggest Donald keep the lie small, but belivable. Given the law of sitcoms when it comes to anyone saying that and the fact this is Donald, he instead panics and lies that heâs taken over McDuck industries and scrooge has gone full abe simpson in the other direction.Â
Which is why iâm not enitrely annoyed by Scroogeâs presence: while they donât even handwave him being here, Scrooge putting on an old man act, and sometimes getting back at donald for it is solid gold the whole damn time and some of David Tennatâs best comedic acting on the show, so it makes up for him being a grumpus. And while iâm not usually not a fan of liar revealed plots, this one works for me.. mostly because itâs rooted in character. Here Donald is lying.. but because of deep seated neurosis heâs yet to fully tackle. While he loves his boys and is proud of htem every day... itâs very clear Donald hates his life and how it turned out. We got bits of this back in House of the Lucky Gander, with Donaldâs first thought upon thinking heâs about to die is âI wasted my lifeâ and feeling entirely like a looser. This episode brillinatly builds on that: it shows a Donald who simply feels.. he acomplished nothing. Itâs easy to see why as his parents were happy and sucessful at whatever they did from the looks of it and how well taken care of the kids were, his uncle is the richest duck in the world and itâs greatest hero and explorer, his sister is the only one who could rival that record, and his cousin constnatly gets riches and fame handed to him. Donald.. by comparison.. is just a normal guy whose house is in his rich uncleâs pool, who has no job, no partner, and only really the love of his family. He spent his life on adventures he didnât want to have living int he shadow of someone he grew to resent before the Spear of Selene incident blew things up for a decade. And then when he was free instead of becoming a big sucess... he blew the rest of it being overprotective of his boys and bouncing from dead end job to dead end job. Itâs easy to see why he sees himself as a failure despite having lived a good life: compared to everyone else, even his sister who mooned herself, in his life.. he feelsd far behind. And as someone whose felt they were far behind countless times and only now is realizing they havenât and itâs a marathoon ot a sprint I naturally relate. So his wanting to play big shot for just ONE day, to be the big hero like scrooge, teo be a sucess for five minutes with his best friends.. itâs understandable and relatable.Â
So Donald continues the ruse, leading to a great bit where the cabs all try to avoid picking up the check âWE canât all keep whistling nonchalantlyâ before Scrooge is forced to give Donald the money to in the best joke of the episode.. and I mean FORCED. He and donald get into a fight with their hands under the table and Huey eventually gets fed up with that and has to BITE his uncleâs hand just to get him to do what he shoudlâve done ruse or no given heâs the richest person there. The reason I take special offense to this.. is that my fairly wealthy grandpa and grandma, my momâs dad and his wife for the record, would buy us dinner EVERY TIME they were near town, a nice steak dinner with whatever we wanted to most of the time. They knew we couldnât afford such luxury half the time and wanted to treat us and spend time with us. Since my grandpaâs passing, my Grandma and her New Husband have continued the tradition since then, if obviously not this year for damn obvious reasons, thought hey sent us a really nice dinner to cook for christmas in the same spirit. What iâm saying is when you know your relatives arneât as stacked as you , you pay for the fucking meal especially since iâts a special occasion, and even for someone as stingy as scrooge, it comes off as a dick move.Â
We then get the best scene with the episode, just inching out the climax as the three simply talk, remince on old times, have a good rib like old friends would. It feels natural and wonderful to watch and gets even better when the three hear the radio and end up having an impromptu dance and musical number. Also Joseâs umbrella is also a flute somehow.Â
Point is the boys have a good time and Donald gets carried away, with the boys planning a world tour. Huey, while happy to endulge his uncle in a badly needded ego boost, isnât happy to endulge this and scrooge is unwilling ot pay, more resonably this time. Huey eventually talks him out of being a moron and tells him he has to tell the honest truth and while that dosenât work this does.Â
So as Donald goes to face the music, we have come to our climax. Phrasing.Â
The Finale: Ay Carumba
So we come to our finale. Backing up a scene or too to the B-Plot, webby is interviewing a local about the festival when she gets stuck in a loop. So far in the episode weâve had hints something is up with the people as they go all yellow eyed.. and webby finds out why as she notices the âpersonâ she was interviewing is, in a hilarious and disturbing review.. a horrignly realistic hand puppet.. and upon stealing Louieâs phone, she points out thereâs no shots of anyoneâs feet.. and the reason why is that the giant flower the feast is about is a mean green mother from outer space and heâs bad. And Webby finding that outâs got him fighting mad. Webby and the boys naturally run to warn the remaning boy and scrooge and they all run out only to get blocked out of town and captured. Dewey looses his phone inside the plant monster.
In a great joke, Scrooge ended up actually throwing his back out with the old man act, so our heroes are all captured and itâs up to our stars to save the day. So while his family is in peril, Donald finally comes clean with Jose and Panchito naturally being upset.. for a second before Jose admits he lied to and an irate panchito.. is forced to admit he also lied. Jose is a flight attendant, hopefully heâll get his own mini series where he accidently murders a dude on disney plus, which is a nice update of his globe trotting ways, as itâs a resonable way for someone with no money to get around the world these days and Panchito is a birthday party muscian. They all however chuckle over this realizing they havenât come as far as they thought.. and they still have each other. Itâs a nice way of modernizing Rosaâs jobs for them and their hard luck lives he set up and I love this. IJtâs just a sweet emotoinal scene that makes donald, and his friends, realize they arenât faliures and life isnât just about reaching some arbitrarity goal.. just like Soul taught me aka the actually great movie I watched on Christmas Day. But since Donaldâs family is in peril Jose suggests theys till play the gig.. just like they did ion acapulco thus we get the second best scene of the episode and another worthy rendition of The Three Caballeros as our heroes beat the shit out of the plant, free the kids and the plant straighens out scrooges back.Â
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Itâs beautiful, psycadelic, and utterly awesome. Seroiusly the bright boldend colors are awesome and soâs this sequence. Easily one of the showâs best.. and itâs a show that contiains the greatest scene in television history
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So that masterclass concludes with Donald signing.. badly.. and blowing the plant hte fuck up. Our heroes win and head off in the sunchaser. No idea what Launchpad is up to, probably has another ex in the area. Point is our heroes win, Dewey deletes his photos because âIf there was no pics it didnât happenâ (So wise) and Donald decides to get the band back together, prompting scrooge to do an animal house on Panchitoâs guitar... you.. you know you have to pay for that right? you arenât a loveable frat man and he wasnât âsinging and I gave my love a cherry. Your obligated to get him a new guitar. You know that right?
So with that the episode wraps. This is a pretty good episode. While the subplot is bad and it should feel bad the main plot is emotional, well done and really adds more depth to Donaldâs character while giving us a hell of a show with the cabs. The College Band background gives the boys a unique flavor this time around, not musically but in how they know each other and helps set it apart from the countless other reunions. Itâs a truly bright, colorful and fun episode with some great gags and great performances. As I said Puerto and Paulo really knock it out of the park as the boys and while I wouldâve preferred Jamie Camil, Paulo was still utterly excellent, though Puerto was the clear standout of the two. While their second apparence would be disapointing characterization wise, overall this was a fun introduction to two of disneyâs best into itâs best universe and one of Season 2â˛s Standouts.Â
Next Time on the Ride of the Three Cablleros: we begin our massive finale look at The Legend of the Three Cablleros. Donald gets dumped by a nightmare of a person and finds an inhertance, new friends, and some sort of hot adventure god in his new cabana. Good times. Until then goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.Â
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Cornered: A short Security Breach fanfiction.
Hi!! As a foreword, I wanna say that this fanfic draws ideas from this little theory of mine, so if youâre confused by what is exactly going on between Vanessa and Vanny here, I recommend you check that out first. Happy reading!
content warnings: swearing, death threats, unreality
Vanessa jumped and backed up against the wall, her thumb pressing the elevator button once, twice, five times, maybe ten or twenty five times. Her heart pounded and the sweat that rolled now over her face lit up with the pink neon lights. Her vision blurred as a purple tint filled up her vision like a flood, as if someone had messed with the lights of the entire floor.
Graceful, mocking, flickering rabbits danced around her vision and encircled the woman in a rabbit costume in front of her. Like happy bunnies from a children's cartoon approaching a princess. They wanted her to go to her, of course. It didn't matter if she had a knife, long and sharp, glistening in the low light.
Vanessa squeezed her eyes together, hoping to make it all go away. For a moment she saw herself, as if she were in a movie, just another victim in the way, not enough to be the main character, one that put up a worthy fight, only to die at the knife, cornered, screaming. Maybe she would make a real scandal, raising her voice up high, struggling as much as she could, be the perfect movie cliche.
But she could not. Her eyes shot up again, and the rabbits hopped slowly alongside the woman who approached her, confident and slow. She was paralyzed, unable to even utter out a gasp. Of course, whatever had latched onto her, whatever had been messing with her head and body for these past months, would want her to just sit still like a good little sacrifice, as the true vehicle of this demon's will executed his plan perfectly.
All her resistance, her cries for help, her research on how to break free, for nothing. And the rabbit woman was getting closer. Vanessa gave a last attempt at resistance, shakingly holding her flashlight up, maybe hoping to blind the attacker, or even successfully block the knife, enough for the elevator to finally come up, though she knew, the virus had probably already spread to the goddamn entire building complex somehow.
She dropped it. It was barely even a blink, and she was dropping the flashlight to the side with a resounding clank, a slight bounce on the shiny checkered floor. One of the purple rabbits leaped forward with brighter glee, and a sinister smile. The bunny woman, oh, of course, she stopped for a moment just to tilt her head to the side, Vanessa could tell she was beaming behind the mask.
She squeezed her eyes together again, praying for a last second in which the elevator would open, she thought she would have so many thoughts, but now, her mind felt utterly empty, aside from the sinister grin of a purple rabbit, one she had been seeing in her nightmares for so long already.
The knife landed right next to her head. Vanessa's eyes shot open to see the rabbit staring right back at her, up to her face, so close, pinning her against the wall. She couldn't understand, was the attacker toying with her?
"Why are you making this so difficult, blondie? We're two of the same kind!" The bunny woman finally spoke up. Her voice was just as Vanessa expected it to be, mocking her in a sweet manner.
She drew the knife slowly, raking across the wall, a horrid scraping sound that made Vanessa's heart jump.
"It would be just so easy to give in... you don't even have to do the dirty work, honest!"
"W... what?" Vanessa's breath was shaky, she'd been certainly holding it for a while, and as she released it, it all came out heaving.
"Give in... give in!" The words echoed through her mind. The rabbits were climbing over her now.
"I'm not-" Vanessa swallowed, finally being able to speaking, the could touch of the demon seemed to be lifted for a second. "I'm not going to give in. I never asked for this- if you want to do... whatever it is you're doing, so badly, just kill me now!"
She surprised herself by how bodly and loudly she was speaking, blood boiling. It was the first time she felt she could directly speak to whatever had been tormenting her for so many months, making her lose track of her own actions, messing with her thoughts.
She wanted her voice to be heard one last time.
"I'll be of no use to you now, and I'll never be, so just get rid of me and stop trying to get me on your side for fuck's sake!"
The shouting seemed to be effective in at least getting the rabbit woman to back off, and the bunnies glitched and flickered out of view.
And then the woman... laughed? And began to laugh, and laugh, a giggle that turned into a deranged, uncontrollable fit of laughter, shaking and contorting her whole body. She came to the point of bending over, hands on her knees.
Vanessa just cursed under her breath, that seemed to buy her some time, so could that damn elevator hurry up?
"You, you are so funny, blondie. Acting like you're some sort of hero. Like it'll make a difference." The rabbit woman straightened up now, shooting a scarily piercing glare for someone wearing a smiling rabbit mask. "You and I know he doesn't care what any of us thinks. He'll just keep coming back. History is made by the winners, so why don't we get on their side?"
"Because it's not the right thing to do. How do you live with yourself, knowing that this is what he wants?" Vanessa replied. She lowered her head in defiance, gaze still fixated upwards to the woman. "You've seen it, right? The carnage, the torture, the manipulation, those are the things that he wants. How can you work with someone like that? What could you possibly get from that?"
The rabbit woman scoffed, and examined her knife as if she were looking at her nails, twisting it to reflect the multicolored lights. "You don't, like, know me, and you should stop acting like you care. It's too late for me. He chose me to carry his bigger part, to be the leader of the operation. You were just a backup plan, like all the other attempts."
"Fine." Vanessa glared at her. "Answer me this. When you bring that knife down, when you give the finishing blow, when you'll hear that kid's scream, when his blood gushes out and you can't stop yourself anymore, how will you be feeling?"
"I can look away. I'll close my eyes. I'll be a good vessel, at that time." The woman turned her head, gaze now at a distance that was not in this place or time. There was a softness to her voice. "It'll be like falling asleep for a moment, and waking up in the other."
"You can't be serious. You act like you're so high and mighty, the leader of the fucking bunch, but you clearly don't want to do this." Vanessa gritted her teeth now, glaring. She wanted so desperately for this to big her big break, finally getting through to that ridiculous killer rabbit.
The opposite effect, instead, took place. The woman leaped at her, with a sudden speed and strenght Vanessa thought she may surely die from a heart attack before the blade even pierced her, and she found herself pinned back up against the wall. This time, though, the knife was closer, threatening.
The sinister, wide open smile on the rabbit mask felt even more grim now, illuminate with an eerie glow. The purple lights came back on, as the words filled her mind, rapidly coming and going, like loose streams of thought.
"Die."
"Worthless girl."
"Your attempts will get you nowhere."
"I laugh at you from beyond death."
"Your death will be nothing but a testimony to your incompetence."
Dark rabbits in shades of purple and black danced.
For the second time, however, the blade did not come down.
The rabbit's arm shook, and swerved, but it did not come down. From within the suit, Vanessa could hear, a guttural growl, as if the person inside was fighting with all of her strenght to keep the blade in place.
For what purpose, again, did this torture come to be, Vanessa wondered.
As the two stayed frozen in the moment, the swirl of unwanted thoughts within Vanessa's head grew louder, into a cacophony of unpleasant suggestions, all interrupting each other and drowning themselves out in desperation to be heard.
The blade stood still, save for it shaking a bit along with the rabbit woman's arm.
"She's not the target. She is not your target. Killing her will get us nowhere. She is not my target. This will make it more complicated." The woman spoke, but Vanessa could tell, it wasn't to her. âPlease, Iâll prove it to you, this isnât worth it. I wonât forget what you told me. But she is not the target.â
The elevator's anticlimatic ring was what startled Vanessa, and she fell backwards, right into the inside of it. Scrambling back up, she pressed any button to close it as fast as possible and get away from there, before the rabbit woman could even realize what was happening.
Vanessa rode the adrenaline spike as she escaped her attacker, and her thoughts calmed down and gave way into her very own. She'd be safe, for the moment.
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THE HATING GAME â 2
PAIRINGS â
âł kochou shinobu x reader
SUMMARY â
âł Geniuses within the same field yet rivals within each otherâs eyes, your colleagues wonder when the sexual tension will break so that you two will become the departmentâs powerhouse couple so that they can enter you two into the couples contest against the other departments. Some things might have to be done by force.
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âł cursing, alcohol, smut Â
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Shinobu Kochou absolutely loathes you.Â
And she doesnât have a reason why.Â
So because of this, she keeps her nicely painted lips curved upwards when she sees you. And when you pass her without a single glance, the words âfucking assholeâ cross her twisted mind.
Neatly combed hair and glasses perched on your nose during lecture is (F/n) (L/n). The smell of coffee and always being surrounded by a group of friends is (F/n) (L/n). Youâre the spare bit of warmth during a dead winter and you act like you work harder and are better than everyone else.Â
That attitude is something she canât stand, but you pull it off so well that your friends believe that youâre some genius and hang off your every word.Â
But when Shinobu pulls up in skinny jeans and a frilly white crop top, red heels to pull the outfit together, and she sees you dancing without a care in the world, something inside her snaps. Sheâs glad that she talked to Mitsuri over call before going, else she would have never decided to go to the club and celebrate (celebrate what she doesnât know.)
She quickly tips a shot down her throat, relishing in the burning satisfaction, before patting her cheeks and strutting onto the dance floor. When someone makes a move to grab her wrist she bats them off, a dangerous look in her eyes.Â
âWhatâs wrong sweetcheeks!â They yell over the music, advancing on the petite woman. Shinobu takes a step back before bumping into someone, hearing your slurred voice right in her ear. Shinobu quickly apologizes under her breath before backing up even more and swaying her hips into your lap.Â
Surprisingly enough, youâre quick to respond, hands cupping her waist and she allows herself to press her back against your chest. Sure, the stranger is looking at her as if he doesnât believe her, but she feels safe in your chest (as ironic as that may seem, considering how youâre both grinding up against each other.)
The man makes another step towards Shinobu and she clicks her tongue in distaste. As a final move to tell him to back the fuck off, Shinobu takes your hand to grope her breast. The man looks surprised, and she sticks her tongue out at him before mouthing âI have a partner, you prick.âÂ
Thatâs enough to finally steer him away, and he rolls his eyes obnoxiously before walking over to the bar and surveying anyone else that might catch his eye. Shinobu yelps in surprise when fingers loop her waistband, spinning her around to face your flushed face. She canât help but look at your lips, a fire fighting within her.Â
Are you even aware of what youâre doing? A year and a half of ignoring each other, but do you really even hate her? Or was your silence a sign of shyness?Â
Does she even hate you?Â
âFuck it,â she thinks the minute you open your pretty mouth to ask for consent, her her arms slide around your neck.Â
She can taste the alcohol in your mouth, tongue exploring as she hums with delight. But something in her feels empty as she realizes youâre intoxicated. She pushes on, fingers dancing under your shirt and feeling the warm skin underneath. She canât help but gasp when you move your hand to grip her ass, and your tongue immediately dominates.Â
Shinobu hates how easily she let you have your way. Her hate is weak, but in your arms sheâs weaker.Â
Itâs no secret that your tongue is what gets her screaming the loudest. Shinobu remembers the whole night in vivid detail. She couldnât help but gasp your name over and over while she was strapped to the chair, big doe eyes blindfolded from the rest of the world.Â
You were aggressive when you rammed her up the wall, mouth biting and sucking at her neck and jaw while you mercilessly thrust your fingers into her very wet pussy. She remembers how she whimpered and begged your name to fuck her harder, faster, deeper, and the second she came onto your fingers you called her a âgood girl,â and that drove her wild.Â
And now Shinobu is sore and confused. Every inch of her body throbs while you snore lightly by her side. You barely have any marks on your body and sheâs pissed that sheâll have to wear some heavy makeup for a while.Â
To be honest, Shinobu could go for another round with you right now. Morning sex hits differently to her, and now that youâve most likely slept off the alcohol youâd be sober enough to know what youâre doing. But thereâs the chance that now that you know what youâre doing, youâll run out of her apartment without a second thought.Â
She hates how you make her feel. Just yesterday she hated your guts for acting like royalty, for ignoring her âhelloâ with a roll of your eyes. And now youâre in her bed, the smell of sex so strong it makes her head spin.Â
Her perfectly manicure nails skim over your skin, and she finds herself writing the kanji character for âhateâ before you stir. Shinobu is quick to draw her hand back, and sheâs amused with how slow you are to figure out where you are.Â
Finally, you turn your head to face her, but the look on your face screams âregret.â And now Shinobu has her answer. Despite the twisted carnage that rages within her, she smiles.Â
âGood morning, (F/n). Did you sleep well?âÂ
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âHi (F/n)! Itâs Araceli. Shinobu said she would take you back to her apartment since you were too shitfaced, so I hope youâre okay! I went home with Michael tonight so you donât have to worry about me. Send me a text when you can, and Iâll see you in the lab!â The voicemail ends as you enter your apartment, body and mind exhausted.Â
The second you crash land onto your bed you grab a nearby pillow before yelling into it.Â
Because god damn you fucked up.Â
Not only did you have drunk sex with the one person you hate, you also said something completely dickish as you walked out the door.Â
âThis was a mistake,â were your last words as you shut the door to Shinobuâs apartment. You didnât get to see her face throughout the whole 10 minutes of shame, adamant about putting your clothes on with your back facing her, and she didnât say anything the whole time. She just let you leave.Â
The clock ticks away as you grovel on your bed, head pounding while flashes of last night whiz through your head. You should've known it was Shinobu.Â
The same purple eyes, the same petite figure (sheâs 4â11â and the shortest in the department, hell yeah you know her general figure size,) the same high pitched voice that screamed your name-Â
You groan in annoyance, hands raking through your hair before you decide to run a hot shower to burn away any trace of the witch from your body.Â
When you finally walk into the lab all eyes turn to you. With eyebrows raised you decide to just make your way to your usual station, waving and greeting everyone a good morning. Maybe theyâre looking at you because you finally found the time to go home and take a shower?Â
The most you do in terms of keeping up appearances is taming your hair to the best of your abilities, so maybe they can tell that you arenât wearing the same clothes from the last three days.
Once youâre at your station you see the stupid âdepartment couplesâ poster sitting there again, and everyone shies away from your razor sharp glare as you survey every potential perpetrator.Â
You pick the poster up to crumple it and throw it away when you see a picture of Shinobu and you shittily photo shopped together with stupid hearts around you two. Thatâs when you scream in frustration and everyone jumps.Â
Araceli spots you the minute she walks in and she rushes over with some water, seeing as how drained you are. When youâre about to thank her, lo and behold the witch herself waltzes into class.Â
You almost spit up your water when you see how sheâs walking, stiff and with a small limp, and you almost feel guilty. Araceli gives you an odd look, and you try to wave her off. But Shinobu- that snake- sits herself beside Rama one station away from you and Araceli.Â
Rama looks at her quizzically, considering they donât talk too often, but he shrugs to himself and goes back to texting his physics major boyfriend.Â
Youâre trying to mind your business (sans Araceli because sheâs taking her sweet time wiggling her eyebrows at you and glancing between you and Shinobu. Her words: that sexual tension is thicc. If only she knew.) and conduct your experiments, but once Rama finishes his conversation with his boyfriend, he and Shinobu start some small talk.Â
Shinobu gives you a quick look when she asks Rama if he went to the club last night and you pale considerably.Â
âOh, I spent the night in with my boyfriend,â Rama smiles politely before continuing. âIs that why youâre a little stiff today? Too much dancing?â He laughs to himself and Shinobu gives him a close eyed smile.Â
âThings were just super hot and heavy last night!âÂ
Araceliâs eyes widen and she stares at you with her jaw dropped. You snap at her to keep working, but you canât help but stop working too. In fact, everyone else in the room goes dead silent, and you pray that Shinobu will keep her damn mouth shut.Â
âWha-âÂ
âI take this night yoga class, you know!â Que a sigh of relief from you.Â
âIâm super flexible,â she boasts before adding in. âI can spread my legs quite wide!â You fumble with your test tubes, mind flashing to a few events from last night.Â
Araceli begins to laugh silently at your red face and you nearly throw her out of the window. When you turn to secretly glare at Shinobu you find that despite the fact that sheâs facing Rama, her eyes are pinned onto you. A malicious smile makes its way onto her face when she knows that she has your attention.Â
âAnd then right after, I have a pole dancing class to keep me fit.âÂ
Rama laughs, âOh really? Sounds fun!âÂ
âIt is! But yesterday I was dumb and I jumped onto the pole and uhhâŚâŚ. rammed myâŚâ She looks down and onlookers flush red. âSo Iâm quite sore today!âÂ
Thereâs the sound of shattering glass from another station (not your own, but youâre damn near close to breaking the Erwin Meyer flask in your hand.) Now, Shinobuâs just trying to rile you up.Â
And itâs working.Â
Also, you hate to think it but THANK G O D HEâS GAY.Â
âOw, well that sounds roughâŚâ
âIf I could, I would take the classes on different days, but there arenât many classes available so my hands are tied.âÂ
Everyone in the lab startles when you slam your hands onto the counter, stool screeching against tile as you stand from your seat.Â
Thereâs a look of victory in Shinobuâs eyes and your stomach twists with rage because sheâs such a bitch. She relishes in the dark look in your eyes, your tense shoulders and the way you make your way up to her.Â
âCan I help you, (F/n)?â She asks innocently, and you feel something in you snap. Everyone holds their breath when you whip a hand out, gripping the lapels of her lab coat and bringing your face down to herâs.Â
Shinobu shivers when you leans in close to her ear and murmur under your breath, âHow about you stop being such a dirty whore, be a good girl, and meet me behind the building, hm?âÂ
You smirk when you see how she shifts in her seat and crosses her legs, and you shove your hands into your lab coat pockets, walking out of the lab with a shocked puppy in tow.Â
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FNV Companions React to Someone Being Aggressive Towards Rex.
@spidester basically came up with this idea.
TW: Mentions of violence against humans and animals. Some sexual flirtation. Swearing is the norm at this point
Fucking IDEK if these are out of character anymore we just roll with it. Also, shitty and inconsistent writing and react length ahoy. Also yes I lied and said this was going to be out last night but I got sick please understand-
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Arcade: Six had dragged him into Ultra-Luxe because once again, they were being stupid and trying to beat some sort of goal they had set for themselves earlier that day at the gambling tables. Rex had also come in with them, but had wandered off with his snout up in the air towards the kitchens. While Six was focusing on the Blackjack table Arcade heard a sudden yip and bark behind him and turned to see two people laughing and kicking the poor dog. They werenât dressed like the people that would usually gamble here and they certainly werenât a White Glove, so Arcade just assumed they were some travelers that didnât know Sixâs reputation and love for their canine companion. Also angry at the situation unfolding, Arcade briskly made his way over to them.
âExcuse me-â
âFuck off.âÂ
Now, that made Arcade very unhappy. Honestly, he expected them to be rude, but was still a little surprised at how quickly they shot him down, not even trying to start an argument or anything. Yet.
âListen, gentlemen.â Arcade said sharply, âI suggest you leave now because youâd much rather deal with me telling you how vile of people you are than for my friend over at the Blackjack table getting word of what youâve been doing to their dog.â
âOh, tough guy, eh? Well guess what, we donât give a shit about what you or your idiot friend have to say!â The taller of the men sneard, getting right up in Arcadeâs face. âFucking forget it, the dumb dog isnât worth our time. They ran out of booze a while ago anyway.â
Arcade gave them a look of disinterest as the semi-stumbled out the door. He madeâŚ.. eye contact?..... with one of the masked servers when he looked away from them, who also seemed relieved that the two men were gone, probably because they had trached dust and mud throughout the entire main room. Making his way back to Six, Arcade was going over scenarios in his head about what Six would do once he told them. Turns out one of his guessed scenarios was true. He did know Six very well after all. Unfortunately for the men, they had decided to sleep naked that night and Six had found out where they were staying through a few connections. A few hours later the menâs clothes were strung up on and lit on fire in the middle of Freeside, with the neat edition of shoving several hungry geckos into the menâs hotel room. The men ran out into the Mojave, naked and with a few flesh chunks missing from their body, while Rex gnawed happily on his Brahmin Steak in the Lucky 38.Â
Boone: A Legion party had ambushed them just outside of Red Rock Canyon as they were making their way towards Vegas from Goodsprings. The system they had was working well enough, Boone had managed to climb his way up on the hill to the right of the road and was sniping them from afar while Six was up close with their ripper. It was hard to get solid damaging headshots on them since they were those dumb helmets, but if he got lucky Six would get close enough to rip one of their helmets off so he could get a clear shot through their skull. Usually, there were 4 Legionaries in a party but Caesar must have really wanted Six dead at this point, so they were currently being surrounded by at least 12, possibly even more. As Six drop-kicked two legionaries into each other, Boone noticed one of the other Legionaries targeting Rex and backing him up against the Canyon wall. Luckily for Boone and unfortunately for the Legionnaire, there was no helmet in sight. Boone lined up the shot and it entered the targetâs head with a whiz and a squish. As the now-corpse fell to the ground, the group of three reorganized amongst the carnage. Rex sat down at Booneâs feet and looked up at him, mouth open and panting.Â
âDonât look at him like that.â Boone said in a monotone voice, making the Courier laugh beside him.
âBoone, youâre talking to a dog.â The Courier started on their way once again to Vegas, looking down at the dog now trotting beside them.
âYou want to go see the King Rex?â
*Bark*
âLook whoâs talking to the dog now.âÂ
Veronica and Cassidy: The girls had decided to hang out together today, without the Courier. They also had Rex in tow and were currently sitting at the Atomic Wranglerâs counter. Both of these women were at least three bottles in each already and their laughter poured through the casino as Veronica slouched over and snorted at one of Cassâ merchant stories.
âThere is *snort* there is no way he did that.â Veronica wheezed out, falling into another fit of laughter.
âHe did! He just grabbed that fucker by his-â
Their conversation was cut off when a man walked over to them. Much too confidently, I might add. They both looked up at him in disgust and annoyance.Â
âSo, what are two beautiful ladies doing out here all alone. You know, why donât we all go upstairs and have a little *fun* together. â The man leaned in so far he almost touched noses with Veronica. Rex had been sitting idly with his head in his paws on the floor until this moment. When the man leaned in, Rex growled and stood up, brisling at the man.Â
âDumb dog.â The man grumbled, swinging out his hand and hitting Rex in the head. Now no one knew if the man had meant to hit Rex so hard that he slammed his glass dome into the counter, but it didnât matter now. Veronica pushed up off the counter and shoved the man back.
âWho do you think you are?! First, you come up to two ladies who are CLEARLY disinterested in you, interrupt their good time, then you have the audacity to hit our dog?!â Veronica practically yelled, drawing attention from several others in the room. Two people in particular had the look in their eyes that was almost begging to see a fight.
âListen, girlie, I do what I want, ok?â The man growled, cut off by Veronica shoving his back against the counter, âOh, girlie, you want to start right now?âÂ
âShe doesnât want to do anything with you. Nobody would.â Cass said as she finally stood up, looking over Veronicaâs shoulder.
âNow come on ladies, no need to fight over me.â The man slurred, the beginnings of a wolfish grin on his face.Â
Now, Ronnie may be small but she has a power fist and can fuck some people up. In a flash, the man was on his knees with both arms straining behind him, courtesy of Cass. Veronica unveiled her power fist and a spark of fear appeared in the manâs eyes as she swung it dainlity near his temple.
âI could swing my fist sideways right now.â She started swinging faster and more aggressively, âAnd give you a good lesson about how to treat others around you with an indent on your head to remind you.âÂ
âN-No!â
âOh, come on. Iâm sure it would be no trouble for my friend here.â Cass sneered, tightening her grip on the manâs arms, making him squeal out in man.Â
âPlease, please! No!âÂ
As the once confident man was damn near sobbing just at the prospect of getting hit, Veronica and Cass looked up at each other and grinned. Dragging the man outside, Veronica used her unarmored fist to hit him into a puddle of⌠something. The man stumbled to his feet and looked back in fear at the doorway. Then sprinted off.Â
âDAMN! NEXT TIME YOU START A FIGHT YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO FINISH IT!â Cass yelled after him before they retreated into the casino once more.
. On their way back in, two figures walked out the door, following the now out of sight man. Sometimes, if you want to see a fight, you just have to start one yourself.Â
Ed-E: *Pulls out laser canon* âBeep beepbeep bop'' Translation: âYou bitch ass motherfuckerâ. Even if Rex sometimes drools on Ed-E or accidentally whips a ball at itâs shell, Ed-E will still protecc and attacc.Â
Lily: Ok no but honestly and sorry to disappoint but any scenario involving her reacting to this is just them fighting, her calling the Courier Jimmy, then absolutely rocking the perpetrators shit. Like, tear that person in half grandma. I wanted to write a longer thing outâŚ.unless
Raul: He and Six had decided to stop at 188 Trading Post for the night instead of attempting to walk all the way back to Vegas. They were low on supplies, tired and hungry, and Raulâs back was acting up again. Samuel was nice enough to let Raul lie down for a bit on one of the mattresses behind the bar while Six was focusing on cleaning their weapons and bartering. Just as he was about to drift off, he heard Sixâs voice speak up above the radio.
âDonât touch my goddamn dog like that!âÂ
âYou donât get to tell me what to do you fucking piece of shit! Oh fuck-âÂ
Raul stood up and peered around the corner to see a rather interesting sight. Six was straddling some random man and aggressively slapping his hands away when he tried to reach for them, all while screaming every obscene thing theyâve ever been taught, even some things in Spanish thanks to Raul. Samuel was looking very concerned at the bar, not wanting to get directly involved in this mess while Rex was barking his head off in the man's face. After Raul managed to drag Six off the man, he found out the man was an associate of Alexander and was talking about making a deal with him when Rex came up to him to sniff his hand. Agitated, the man reached down and put his fist around Rexâs muzzle, yanking him up on his back to legs. Nothing escalated past that point as Six had entered the picture by then. They eventually decided to just walk back to Vegas that night and extend their break home, but damn if Raul wasnât impressed and kind of flattered at the way they gracefully told a man how they were going to cut out this tongue and feed it to rats. Raul is dad.
(The insult thing was definitely a nod to one of @nuclear-reactions posts)
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