#how the fuck do we all have that one since brain cell that connects us all together lmfao

[hairmetal666]

They start kissing on stage as a joke.

The night before the first time, they're at an afterparty, pounding shots, and Eddie is reading aloud a piece that just came out in Rolling Stone. "'One of the most noteworthy parts of Munson and Harrington's unlikely pairing is their chemistry on stage. It's like these two men--one on his way to being the latest metal god, the other an indie rock wunderkind--are two parts of one musical whole. Their singing, their playing, even their bodies twine and flow with assuredness; where one goes, the other follows without question. They share a single brain-cell and that cell is music'."

Steve giggles, pours some more Grey Goose into the glass. "If they say that now, could you imagine what would happen if we, like, kissed on stage or something."

"What the fuck, Harrington?" Eddie splutters, having just thrown a drink back.

"I don't know, other bands do it!"

Eddie snorts. "I'm cutting you off." He reaches for the bottle and the suggestion is forgotten for wrestling over the liquor.

Steve barely remembers it in the morning. Doesn't think about it at all as he gets ready to go out on stage.

They're playing one of the instrumental breakdowns when it happens. They're leaning into each other, Eddie smiling over his shoulder at him, their eyes locked, bodies moving together. "You wanna?" Eddie mouths at him.

Steve nods before the question actually registers and by then Eddie's warm, soft mouth is against his and he just-- completely forgets what he's doing. His hands still on the guitar strings, and he melts a little, going completely boneless when Eddie grips the back of his head, pulls him deeper into the kiss. t's over almost as quickly as it started, Eddie pulling away and swirling to the mic to start the next verse.

The kiss sinks into Steve's bones, and that's before it becomes a regular feature of their performances. After that night, they're never at the same time during the show, all initiated by Eddie, all over before he can catch his breath; each one chaste and surrounded by people but somehow more intimate than any make out.

He and Eddie, they're friends, bandmates, collaborators. They've known each other since they first started out, forging an immediate connection with they stumbled upon each other hiding out in the garden at some industry bigwig's party. And as much as he loved his friend, never once in that time had Steve considered wanting Eddie.

But now, now he falls asleep with the ghost of Eddie on his lips, goes into each show with a thrum of anticipation, catches himself thinking how beautiful his friend is when he's all rumpled and disheveled from a night in the tour bus bunks.

They've always been easy with physical affection, but once the kissing starts they're constantly in each other's space, idly playing with hair, laying across laps, heads on shoulders, twisting together on the tour bus couch. Steve is ruined with every touch, every moment; he can't get enough.

The first time Eddie uses tongue destroys every last piece of Steve's composure. They've added a new song to the setlist, a remixed version of Eddie's hit "Prince Charming". It's hard, heavy, sexy, one of Steve's favorites. And in the middle of it, right in the middle, Eddie shoves him against a low platform, kisses him like he's trying to own him, tongues twining eager and wet and full of sinful promise. It's like that every show after, Eddie kissing him deep and thorough, like he's trying to lick up every drop of Steve.

He is, unquestionably, fucked. Unquestionably falling. Can't properly fathom how he'd gotten himself here, desperate for Eddie's kiss, as performative as it may be.

They're packing up equipment after a show. Eddie's hair is piled in a messy bun and Steve is trying not to blatantly stare at the curve of his neck, the stray curls against his pale skin. Eddie's gesturing at something, says, "Can you grab those cords, swee--Steve?" He hands them over without thought, notices that Eddie's face is shining red. He's called away to deal with packing the guitars, forgets all about it, but at their next show, Eddie doesn't kiss him.

They don't talk about it.

Eddie doesn't try to kiss him again.

A week after Eddie stops the kiss, they have a night off between shows. He needs to get out of his head, goes out with Robin. He gets back fairly early, but all the lights are off in the bus. It makes him panic in a way it shouldn't; they've always done their own things. Still, he rushes on board, flips on the lights, his absurd heart beating too hard.

Eddie is curled up on the couch, face pressed to the pillows and covered with his hands. The panic kicks up a notch.

"Eddie?" He steps closer, slowly reaching out to grip Eddie's shoulder.

He jerks upright, earbuds slipping free, phone sliding down his hip. "Steve?"

His face is wet, tears actively slipping free from his eyes as Steve watches.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" His hands flutter around Eddie's arms and face, searching for bruises or wounds.

"I'm fine, Harrington," he chokes out. "Though you were out with Robin?"

"Yeah, I was, but Chrissy called. You know how useless she gets. But that doesn't--you--you're crying. What's wrong?"

Eddie's smile is a wobbly little thing, refusing to stick on his face. "Oh, you know, the usual. Fell for the wrong guy."

Steve forces down the gut churning hurt at hearing that Eddie's in love with someone, intent on comforting his friend. He tries to slip his arm around Eddie's shoulders, but Eddie shrugs him off. It jostles Eddie's phone again, slipping it toward Steve and activating the screen. He has a split second where he's looking at the cover of his own first album, before Eddie's snatching it out of reach, scrambling up from the couch.

"I'm fine." He swipes his sleeve over his face. "It's nothing."

And Steve is putting it all together, the being in love and listening to Steve's music, the kissing and how it ended.--

"Eddie." He sounds all wrong, choked and garbled.

Eddie doesn't turn around, is stuffing his feet into his boots. "I'm--I gotta go clear my head."

He walks towards the door and Steve just--"I've been obsessed with you since the first kiss," he says. Eddie stops, hand curled against the door. "We've been friends all this time and I didn't--I never realized. And then we kissed and--it's all I've been able to think about."

Eddie turns then, facing him, expression unreadable."Steve, what are you--"

"I love you. I'm in love with you." It comes out fast, all jumbled, but he can't stand Eddie leaving, not now.

"You--?" Eddie blinks, bites his lip. "That's not possible."

Steve smiles, can't help it. "It is, though. Turns out, I can't get enough."

Their eyes lock; neither speaks. Steve's heart pounds so hard it might spring free of his chest. Eddie moves first, crosses the small distance between them to pull Steve into his arms.

It's not a kiss, but Steve buries his face against Eddie's neck, breathing him in, feeling the echo to the pound of his own heart. "How long?" Steve asks.

Eddie's soft laugh vibrates through him. "Since I saw you walking in that garden and thought, 'jesus christ, Prince Charming is real'."

Steve pulls away to stare at Eddie in disbelief. "But that's--your--the song?"

"They're kinda all about you, Stevie. But that one most of all." Eddie whispers. His eyes glisten.

"Fuck, Eddie." He doesn't mean to whine, but he's not in control of his voice anymore. "I'm sorry I didn't--" He shakes his head. "I'm all yours, Ed. Whatever you want."

Eddie's thumb catches against Steve's bottom lips, eyes transfixed on his mouth. "Everything, sweetheart. I want it all."

[xxfrankiesteinksxx]

small details in the dnpc video no one is mentioning

okay, look, i'm gonna admit it, i'm a game/film theory girly and a whore for lore, so i pick at details i shouldn't be picking at, so here's some things i see in the video that i don't see being mentioned in theories/analyses. also keep in mind my brain consists of a single cell encapsulated in aspic (i know what the actual deeper meaning is this is just a bit of fun for me)

the thing underneath the piano - the camera falls off the piano in one scene and something (i still cant figure out what exactly it might be) is visible, oddly clear-looking for something underneath a broken piano in shoddy lighting (actually looking at it again it might be a corpse, is it possibly phil's old body?)

dan telling phil not to film him drawing the sigils but phil still filming - you might be able to also throw in the part where phil screams "NO" when the camera's on him sitting in the corner; they don't seem to want things to be filmed but it feels like they're obligated to record everything to some extent

phil's very explicit control over dan - this is to the point where he even has to tell dan what and what isn't food, and takes away water privileges for some reason (btw this is your reminder to drink some water) and overall very demanding tone when instructing him

SOFT AND NEAT - there's a lot of reinforcement of this, its clearly a joke but i'm overanalytical and will blatantly ignore this. there's heavy hesitation with any sharp object around them (when dan has to cut his hand, kill phil, take out phil's heart, mentioning razor blades when using the shaving foam)

dan still primarily uses his left hand - people have mentioned how he's been "fixed" but him using his right hand seems to be performative since he pours most things, mixes with his left hand, and even primarily uses his left hand to spread the blood (plus he never sacrificed himself unlike phil who seems to have died in potato stamps and been resurrected with perfect vision) there's also old superstitions that being left-handed means you're somehow cursed by/connected to satan, speaking of which...

dan has a much better connection and the ability to communicate directly with Him - he seems to be a conduit, possibly being used by phil to properly perform anything (which also probably helped with his resurrection and eyesight improvement), he has uncontrollable actions from time to time

the sigils themselves - what do they all mean? what could they mean in a bigger, symbolic context? anyone that understands them pls explain to my aspic brain

the entire place fucking burns down after the ritual is complete and they're embraced by Him - it's clear at least to me that the shed is set on fire at the end of the video, cutting off further possible footage

dan doesn't put blood on phil's forehead during the ritual - might've just been a slipup during filming but we also dont see the blood dan put on his own forehead once he arrives and theyre all standing up in the pentagram

also just a couple fun facts:

the number on the case file when converted to corresponding letters of the alphabet spell out "satan"

what dan says in his reversed clip is just "thanks!", nothing is really said in the reversed clip of phil opening the shed door its juts kinda a random noise someone made

Aaaaand some misc nonsense crackpot theories/ideas/thoughts/brain vomit that my brain keeps me awake at night with (optional reading):

if the demon taking them at the end is actually baphomet and not just some generalized idea of satan, then "mother" could be another way to refer to "him" since baphomet is portrayed as having both female and male characteristics (bobs n pennies)

personally this is scarier/more unnerving than the actual blair witch project for some reason

my bathroom sink is the one sink you cant ship

i want a dapc for those dolls they hung everywhere

is cataloguing all of the ritual setup part of the craft channel's purpose?

what was the reason for summoning him? did they bring him to our plane of existence to just let him absorb these two brink-of-twinks and then use their gay power to torment the straights?

oh that rope is just his belt thing not rope tying dip and pip together

i think this is a good wrap-up idk what they could do in a part 5 to conclude things better

[justallihere]

I find it baffling how at no point in Iron Flame does Violet make the connection that the venin poison she was injected with at the end of FW that blocked her connection from Tàirn and the serum used on her in interrogation are one in the same. I was waiting for that lightbulb moment but she just… never connects the dots for some reason.

I know Yarros said in an interview that she’s not as perceptive because she’s doubting herself and her confidence comes from knowledge and facts (or something like that), but I never got that impression from Violet. Maybe it just wasn’t conveyed well in the text. How did you feel about her intelligence level in IF?

She also just accepted that fuckass poisoned lemonade from Nolon without so much as thinking it was a little bit weird he happened to be right there after she'd just committed at least three felonies OR that he might not be acting in her best interests like. Girl? Get it together. I think Xaden fucked all the brain cells out of her or something idk, my girl was STRUGGLING in Iron Flame.

Like, I get it, her world was turned upside down, but given everything we learned about her in Fourth Wing I would have guessed that she'd go the opposite direction and pay extra close attention to everyone around her, learn everything she possibly could, and pick out where things didn't add up or Navarre was lying. Not just...totally shut down when she worked so hard to get the truth. You guys know I'll defend everything she's ever done and thought about doing so I'm going to blame her characterization on bad writing and editing, like I've been doing since the book came out 👍🏻

[practically-an-x-man]

I have no brain cells. For TsT, can I ask for a directors cut/commentary/ramble about one of your favorite scenes in any story, and why? From a more technical perspective? If that even makes sense?

ABSOLUTELY you can!! Thank you so much!!

I think I'll do a director's cut on Vestalia, one of my newer Eris/Rick fics, since I was really pleased with how that one turned out :D

Under the cut for space, as usual :D And fair warning.... this one got LONG!

Talk Shop Tuesday

So first things first, this fic was SUPER impromptu. I was brainstorming ideas for Deep Freeze, the other new Eris fic, at the time... but it turns out that writing a hypothermia whump fic in the dog days of summer is a little hard. I was out walking my dogs, trying to brainstorm Deep Freeze, when instead the idea for Vestalia popped into my head.

“She left her key. Under the doormat.” they responded, setting it down on the kitchen counter as they passed, “Stupid place to hide a key, I think. Especially if it unlocks something valuable.” “Tch. Yeah. My shit apartment’s so worth robbing.” he muttered, shaking his head without looking up. “I don’t mean the apartment.”

First little hint at how much Eris cares about him... that "something valuable" is of course Rick himself, and he notices. At this point in their timeline, Eris has known Rick for about 5 and a half years, and they've danced in and out of that romantic space up until he started dating June, but it was all still so nebulous that neither of them are entirely sure how connected they are to one another.

And honestly, even as brash and sharp as Eris is at the beginning of this piece, it's that little admission that convinces Rick to let her stay - without that show of how Eris cares about him, he'd probably have just told him to fuck off.

Eris found himself relaxing, with that little reminder gone. The emotion still filled the room like a New England fog, but it was easier without the physical reminder written across his face. They couldn’t remember the last time they’d seen so much candid emotion from him.

Part of why Eris likes and respects Rick so much is because of how steady he is - he's coolheaded and adaptable in the middle of battle, he wrangles the Suicide Squad and even manages to make those supervillains into his friends and allies, and he all-around acts as a bit of an anchor compared to Eris' whirlwinds. But by that same token, that steadiness makes seeing him so rattled and emotional completely foreign to Eris. He's trying his best because of how he cares for Rick, but he is not used to being the anchor or emotional support in the relationship.

Eris suppressed a shiver, that ancient beast in the depths of their heart just beginning to stir. They battled it down. Not now. Not for Rick, and especially not when he was so vulnerable.

As we see here, Eris' sense for conflict is not entirely within her control. I'll go into this more with a future fic showcasing more of Eris' backstory, but it's something he was born with, and his upbringing on Themyscira led him to lean into it rather than being given the support to process it in a healthy way.

Conflict really does affect Eris - not only makes them stronger, heal faster, but it makes them more quick-to-anger and prone to violence. Normally he embraces that and isn't afraid to cause damage, but instead... he fights it down, for Rick's sake.

“You never expect to be blindsided. You give too much of your heart away. You let someone wrap you around their little finger, and you let them use you up when they decide they’re done with you. You make friends out of your enemies but never expect the tables to turn the other way. And it gets you into trouble.”

Eris says this, fully aware that they're also under this umbrella. They're referring to the Squad and all the supervillains Rick works with, and how he tends to get attached to the people he works with, but Eris also sees herself included in that. He has no intention of betraying or harming Rick (though tbh... internally he still has a skewed perception of himself as a "monster" for how he was treated on Themyscira), but he also recognizes the patterns here - making friends out of someone who's an enemy to just about everyone else, being unfailingly attentive and caring no matter how much Eris feels like they don't deserve it, taking the risk of getting close knowing it could go wrong in some way or another.

And in a way... Eris reflects those same words. He may not be as openly affectionate as Rick is, but he's still intensely loyal, and keeps giving his heart away no matter how many times he's had to watch his past lovers age and die - or worse, he's been blindsided and manipulated by those who wanted a pet weapon (when 90% of your relationships are war heroes... they're not always the shining examples of humanity, let's just put it that way)

“She’s just lost one of the good ones. Perhaps one of the only good ones left. She’ll never find another one like you.”

This is HARD for Eris to admit. Like I said before, they're not good with comfort or feelings by any means, and even this fairly simple admission is difficult for them. Eris' affection is... not exactly "human", and more often takes place in actions rather than words, so this is odd for them.

“Too torn up to appreciate it, I think. Waste of good whiskey.”

Full disclosure, I know NOTHING about alcohol, so I tried to be as vague about this whole "fancy vintage whiskey" piece as possible, lol. But a bit of backstory on Eris: she has a whole hidden collection of preserved vintage alcohols - partially for her own enjoyment, since she loves a good vintage bourbon even if the alcohol itself won't do a damn thing for him, but also for a bit of quick cash. He doesn't really have other income, and doesn't really need it, but vintage alcohols sell really well when he needs some cash.

It wouldn’t do much of anything for him - the last time he’d been anywhere near drunk was back on Themyscira, with a good strong Amazonian wine - but it was a damn fine whiskey either way.

I do think it would be interesting to see Eris with a type of alcohol that does affect him - the Amazonian wine I mentioned here, or some other type of alcohol made for metahumans. I honestly feel like it could make a good fluff fic: I could see Eris as a surprisingly cuddly drunk, the same way they're cuddly when they're sleepy, and Rick taking care of them since it's been several hundred years since Eris has last been properly intoxicated.

“Thought we were doing okay. Not… great, but okay. And that’s a lot of what relationships are, I think. Or just… how life is. You get through the okay times and the good ones come along again eventually. But I guess not. Not with her, at least.”

Look, I've got nothing against June Moone as a character, I really don't. I'm not a huge Cara Delevigne fan, but I'm really just neutral on June as a character. But I didn't want to write her out entirely, especially since their relationship is tied to the first Suicide Squad movie, plus I think it makes for some good tension/angst with Eris here.

I also didn't want to turn this into the old "this relationship just Sucked, time for the Real One" stereotype when it comes to them: Rick and June did work for a while, it was a genuinely good relationship, and it just came down to their inability to live together long-term that made the relationship break. I mean... that's how it usually is, right? Most relationships don't end because there's something genuinely wrong with one of the parties, it's just that something doesn't quite work out. With this one, I think there's absolutely the element where their relationship began when June was emotional and struggling with the Enchantress, and that emotion made things simpler for a while, but it stopped working once the Enchantress was gone and June could return to her usual studies.

“She said… go back to that sadistic nightmare you spend so much time with, if you really want to fight like this.”

Eris and Rick have always been very close, even when it wasn't romantically-oriented. They were close when he started dating June, and while Rick did try to make June his priority, she still ended up growing incredibly jealous of Eris over time. She just couldn't understand how Rick could be so incredibly in-tune with someone who seems so difficult and violent, when there those things that didn't quite click with him and June (who was calmer, gentler, and in many ways a better - or at least more typical - partner)

But moments like these? Outside the battlefield, the alliances? Put in a place where Eris faltered and failed, where he needed comfort and all she could give him was booze and too-sharp banter, where she couldn’t be what he needed? He was still grateful for her presence?

Again, drawing off that previous point: Eris has lived a very isolated life, and much of their history has given them a skewed self-image. They've spent a lot of time being treated as a dark god, a monster, the embodiment of strife and discord, and they don't even realize the way that's affected their view of themself. Part of the reason emotion is so difficult for him is because he feels like the moment Rick (or anyone else) chooses to slow down and process those emotions, he'll realize Eris is completely and utterly unlovable (not true, of course, but that skewed self-image)

Love. Was that what it was?  Either way, Eris had found the head of the sea serpent six feet away from the rest of him.

I haven't decided how many past lovers Eris has had. There's Wisteria in Whatever Keeps You Around, there's this gentleman here, and references that indicate Eris has had many more lovers throughout history, but I haven't chosen a number. It fluctuates, too: sometimes Eris will go centuries between lovers, other times it's only a few years. Every time, though, it's similar to this with Rick: Eris grows irrevocably attached, latches on, even though it usually ends in tragedy. Eris may not love particularly often, but when he does, he loves hard.

Today marks Vestalia, the celebration of Vesta and the home.

Fun fact: Vestalia was historically celebrated during the second week of June. That's not only a reference to June the character, the fic itself was actually posted during Vestalia - June 15th!

"It’s an unlucky day for a home to break.”

You pointed this out, and I love you for it: it's not the breaking of a home, it's the creation of a home. Eris and Rick may not officially get together on that night, since Rick still has some emotional recovery to get through, but it is the night they recognize those feelings and choose each other.

Eris came to celebrate the creation of a home, with no idea that Rick and June had broken up until she arrived, and in the end, they still end up celebrating the creation of a home in that backwards, grief-stricken way.

“You pushed me aside for her, you know.” Eris found himself muttering, “You met her, and you let her wrap you around her little finger like you did with all the rest, and soon she was all you talked about. You told me I was your number one, and yet you closed me out of your home the moment she asked you to. I’d have expected that from someone else, but… I thought you were better than that.”

Eris is hurt here. Genuinely hurt. As I've said, when he loves, he loves hard, and he'd already found that connection with Rick when June came in. Even if they weren't officially together at that point, Eris had trusted Rick to give him a home and a partnership, and those began to trickle away as June became a bigger part of his life. Despite that harsh exterior, Eris does have emotions, and strong ones at that.

"Figured you’d just move on to the next war, or the next guy, or whatever it is that you do.”

Semi-random fact: Eris is pansexual, so it wouldn't necessarily be "the next guy", but historically they've been mostly attracted to soldiers, athletes, and war heroes, those with a lot of muscle and skill in battle - which throughout most of history, was predominantly men. As Rick points out in Whatever Keeps You Around, Eris' "type" is definitely noticeable and typically applies to masculine body types, but that doesn't always mean men.

“I won’t be your rebound.” he muttered, “It can be something or it can be nothing, heart or just sex, but I won’t be your rebound from June. If you want me, I need to know you want me. Not just a body in your bed.”

Eris is used to being treated as a god, for better or worse. Whatever the relationship ends up being, they want to be seen for what they are - they want to be worshipped. Whether it's a committed relationship or a casual friends-with-benefits sort of deal, it has to be with the recognition of Eris for who he is.

“Alright. Then I’ll wait. However long I must.” they said, and stood up from their seat, “Call me when you’re ready.”

Patience!! Because Eris can afford to be patient! As much as they always talk about wanting more time with Rick, they can afford the weeks or months it'll take for him to recover if it means the relationship starts the right way.

[misteria247]

Okay enough about my personal beef opinions on a decades old vampire romance series that was a staple of my preteens/teenage years. Instead let's get into the nitty gritty of things that a lot of y'all keep me around for. Okay then! Onwards-! And beware spoilers ahead-!!!

I'd just gotten done watching episode 24 of Urusei Yatsura: All Stars, aka the first episode of season two. And my thoughts??

Ohmigosh I'd missed this cast of chaotic idiots so much.

Seeing Ataru, Lum, Shinobu, Mendo, Ten and the rest of the cast again after a year was so nice! I'd forgotten how much I adore these characters and their shenanigans with the weird and strange and it was like being greeted by an old friend that you haven't seen in literal ages. Also the opening, holy shit.

Maisondes once again serving us all some delicious fucking food. I adored the OP, like the beat, the music, the chaos and colors, it all just screamed Urusei Yatsura insanity. Plus the little Easter eggs in the PV, just fuck yessssssss I love that shit. I eat that shit up, please don't ever stop feeding me this David Productions I'm begging you. Now enough about the OP, onwards to the episodes!!!

The chewing gum episode, surprisingly fun-! I like how David Productions didn't start with anything too big story wise for the episode. Given how it's been a year since the first season of this series, it's nice that they gave us a run down of Urusei Yatsura in its lil introduction and within its first episode of the season. The chewing gum episode was like a ride in a way, reintroducing the characters and their personalities and their connections with one another as well as with the main protagonist Ataru and his special lady Lum. I had an absolute blast seeing them all interact and seeing the shenanigans that Ataru gets in to! Seeing my pathetic little meow meow being his usual flirtatious, yet Tsundere self made me stupidly happy. He's honestly such a fun character and seeing him get into trouble is always hilarious. Especially when paired with Lum. Speaking of Lum-

My darling, my babygirl, my angel-

Jokes aside, ohmigosh I missed her so much!! Seeing her and Ataru being the hilarious, slightly unhinged duo once again made me smile so much. They're just simply great! I especially love how not only did we got to see Ataru use his brain cell and be clever, but we got to see Lum do it too! Just watching Lum and Ataru have this battle of wit and trying to outsmart one another was hysterical. And the ending with Lum being so smug while Ataru is irritated that he was foiled, was simply comedic. And now, my biggest thoughts on the second part of the episode.

The language barrier episode.

This episode, good God it feed my Atalum needs well. Just seeing Ataru feeling guilty and yet trying to brush it off in his usual Tsundere way, when in reality he wants nothing more than to fix things with Lum. Just ohmigosh, it made me so stupidly soft. Like this episode showcased what makes Atalum so special and just how complicated it really is. You see how much Lum's presence has really grown on Ataru, how much he really notices the little things. Like keeping his windows open and unlocked because Lum uses them to get inside, or how he cried when he realized that Lum still didn't understand what he was saying. And yet in reality she did understand what he was saying. As soon as Ataru's arms were around her and holding her close and she saw his expression. Lum understood exactly what he was trying to say, language barrier be damned. Ataru and Lum understand one another so well it's just so fucking sweet.

Also side note-

INUYASHA REFERENCE MY BELOVED THEY TALKED ABOUT MY GAL KAGOME AS THEY SHOULD.

Anyways that's really all I gotta say. I loved it, and I can't wait to see the rest of the season!

[tg-headcanons]

Ok so we know that only ghouls can really break one another's skin, and that kinetic forces like gravity ((eg. Rize getting crushed with heavy metal bars)) and presumably high-speed impacts can injure a ghoul, but do you think anything else can?? I personally think fire would burn them about the same as it would a human, but they'd naturally heal faster. What do you think??

I WILL NEVER STOP BEING MAD ABOUT HOW BADLY GHOUL INVULNERABILITY WAS EXPLAINED FUCK THAT NOISE ITS MY CANNON NOW

So ghouls are known for their impenetrable skin, but it operates on more of a sliding scale depending on rc count, health, and even how prepared they are for battle. The information that ghouls can never have their skin pierced with normal blades is actually a statistical error. Kakujas Uta who is constantly fending off knives is an outlier who should not have been counted

To begin with, how does the ghoul’s skin block out damage? The reason ghouls skin is “impenetrable” is actually due to the subdermal protective layer. There is a thin layer of very thick rc tissue beneath the surface layers of skin that covers almost the entire body except for areas close to the belly button or membranes such as the lips, nose, eyelids, and genital area. Aside from these small weak spots, the rc layer underneath can protect from a lot of materials

Rc levels and preparedness decide how strong this is. A ghoul with high rc will fill out this entire layer with solid rc cells, giving full protection, but a ghoul with low rc may have a thinner layer or not enough cells to fill the entire space, leaving openings. Then whether or not they know a blow is coming decides when it hardens. If a ghoul’s brain registers an attack coming, it will send rc cells to the area in the subdermal layer where it thinks the attack will hit, and causes them to make bonds and harden, preventing their enemy from breaking past more than a layer or two of skin. A ghoul with high enough rc that it never needs to circulate the extra cell in this layer may not need to be prepared since there’s already enough there and already hardened, so depending on the ghoul, taking them by surprise may or may not allow you the pierce their skin

Some ghouls have health conditions that make them vulnerable. Things such as RC undersecretion or starvation will leave them with little to no rc to use, massive injuries will take away rc for healing, and rc disorders that effect their flow or connectivity can seriously affect their ability to protect themselves. It is also more common for Ukaku ghouls to have weak subdermal layers due to how many have rc connection disorders, as well as brittle kagune when it hardens, so ghouls such as Ayato and Touka will have little to no protection

Hardened rc is a very strong material, which is why often it’s the only thing that can pierce ghoul skin in a fight. However it isn’t the only material that works. Things with extremely thin edges such as obsidian and glass can sometimes break through the layer with enough force and have historically been used to combat ghouls in some places, but are not used anymore due to their fragility. Bullets and blunt force trauma can sometimes break through if the ghoul is weaker or unprepared but for the most point just cause internal damage or fractures. Rc based weapons are the only reliable way to fight them, and a lot cheaper than teaching new employees how to locate weak spots, so it’s all the CCG uses

As for chemical agents and reactions, ghouls are just as vulnerable as humans. Protective layers don’t change the fact that fire burns or corrosive materials break things down, and exposure to it is still dangerous to them. In all, the ghoul skin resistance is massively overstated by the CCG to cause more fear of ghouls. Most of them don’t have that much unless they’re completely prepared

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Battle of the Dimmsinian is next! I hope this is the correct next episode because the website I’m using has a few episode repeated and I’m trying to go off of the wiki.

Ohhh Dev is back along with Peri! I imagine they find out about each others fairies in this episode? We’ll see but oh. This could really hurt this is the first time they’ll likely have spoken since their falling out in Founders day. But…this raises the question if Peri has been with Dev this whole time how would Cosmo and Wanda and Peri not notice each other before? I know they’re surprised he has a godkid when they met up so they somehow didn’t and I have questions.

They’re sleeping over at a museum? Wild. I’ve heard of schools sleeping over at places but I never like experienced that or saw it at my school. Ohhh we’re getting a look at Devs wishes. I imagine since it’s purple Peri poofed the helicopter to take Dev which is interesting. Oh Dev wants to looks cool. Maybe he thinks it’ll help him make friends by being helicopter cool? Oh no. Sunglasses are back noooooo, he’s emotionally closed off it seems even to Peri which given how tired and frustrated Peri seems with Dev already it’s not too surprising.

He’s closing himself off again that hurts. I get it after Hazel turning on him like she did and him retreating cuz she was his only friend but it hurts. Yes I am attached to the smol child I know about the ending I don’t care he’s abused and I just. Fuck it gives me feelings.

Oh Dev is changing the wish how is that not causing a wish fart? Oh Dev don’t be mean but also like Peri really isn’t saying much and just rolling along with these wishes. It’s odd seeing him just granting wishes even if they really won’t give Dev what he needs. We’ve seen Cosmo and Wanda try and redirect Timmy and Hazel with their wishes but Peri doesn’t seem to be doing that. Maybe he doesn’t see anything wrong with this wish but I don’t know it seems obvious he’s desperate for some sort of connection with others and wishing to look powerful won’t get him that.

Regardless as much as I adore you Dev your look really isn’t it. And no one questions the pony? Really? Not even Cosmo and Wanda? Also further ouch Hazel assumes he’s doing something malicious. The sins of the father are crushing Dev and it’s so messed up.

Dev cupcakes really? Dev you’re being so mean to Peri. And Peri clearly attitude isn’t getting you anywhere with him. Maybe we saw him try and nicely correct him and it not work I’m not sure. Maybe I know too much and am biased that’s a possibility. We as the audience know he has issues and needs love and affection and at this point Peri might not reasonably be able to know that and know how to help. It’s hard because we don’t know how long Peri has been Devs godparent so getting a read is hard.

How does Peri so quickly recognize his parents but his parents not recognize him? Also ouch. Poor Dev. He’s being mean but he doesn’t deserve to get tossed off of a horse like that.

I know I said the fourth wall breaks were fine before but seriously? Calling out an episode number by a character?

Wait so they haven’t spoken since they got back from their ten thousand year vacation that’s very confusing timeline wise? Yikes. What made them fall apart so much? It feels at least like falling apart at least cuz they had been close before and not telling your parents about becoming a godparent which seems like a huge milestone feels weird to me. Also yep Dev and Hazel haven’t spoken either. Just lots of ouches all around right off the bat.

Peri you aren’t supposed to tell your godkid about another kid with godkids that was a huge thing for the Remy and Timmy stuff? What are you doing Peri??

Peri peri that’s not. That’s not how horses work. Just. No anyone with half a brain cell would realize something is off here horses aren’t surrounded by sparkly magic. Hazel especially should know magic is involved but she’s more focused on him being “up” to something and that kills me. She’s now assuming the worst of Dev because his dad did shitty things and that just. Sucks and is a lot to throw on a very young kid.

Why is saying the spirits name freaking the kids out so much? Oh she’s definitely going to show up this episode. For sure.

MR. GUZMAN DONT SCARE THE KIDS BEFORE SENDING THEM TO BED THAT IS A RECIPE FOR DISASTER!

Dev no. Dev don’t. I get this is a desperate attempt to connect with other kids but this is a really really bad idea. Huh Peri mentions this would specifically scare his dad. I’m curious about that comment.

Oh Jasmine is going to find the staff is gone and flip out isn’t she? Yep she’s freaking out. Oh and Mr. Guzman is also freaking out. Wait the kid just. Called a taxi and left? Mr. Guzman don’t let a child go in a taxi ALONE!!!! That is a recipe for disaster. He is way too comfortable sending off kids in the city alone.

Peri was right love it. Don’t love the talking hebegebees just. I hate it actually yep. Wait how can they steal it from Dev? And Dev wished it back.

Wish energy force? Okay that is such a forced Star Wars Reference. For like two seconds I thought Hazel and Dev were back to back but no it’s just dark and a split screen. Kind of hilarious seeing them wish it back and fourth though. Okay wait Wanda hasn’t been around Peris magic in years? Thats…odd….

Dev. Let Peri talk. Dev please listen to him. Okay Peris idea is uh. Not great. At all but uh you’re taking this scare thing to far. DEV NO NO NO BAD IDEA ABORT ABORT ABORT!!!! DEV I KNOW YOURE HURTING BIG TIME BUT THIS IS A VERY VERY BAD IDEA.

How does Hazels dad know exactly what happened? I mean again he is right and he’s being blown off but HOW????

How is Mr. Guzman sleeping though this? Why is she an…animal thing? Wait? Hazel WHY ARE YOU DROPPING THE STAFF??? And why is Dev not questioning how Hazel has the staff???

Peri. Peri priorities. This seems like a bad idea. Don’t give the evil spirit the staff just don’t. Also Peri referencing his parents again wow. Peri is so unamused and Dev relying on the legends is a very very poor life choice I promise kiddo. I mean he’s right and it works but uh. She’s going to make you suffer isn’t she.

Wait Hazels dad is coming? To the museum? I have a feeling he’ll be involved in saving the day uh. Somehow.

Ohh yes Peri tell him!!! Oh Dev you do need friends you really really do. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now cuz you’re hurting big time from your fallout with Hazel but you do.

Oh poor Peri. That’s gotta hurt. I wonder why he was offered a job with the tooth fairy? Genuinely curious cuz I thought you had to study for what kind of fairy you would be? This is more of a lack of world building flaw from the OG show BUT I HAVE QUESTIONS?

DEV DEV DEV NO NO DEV YOURE BEING SO DUMB NO!!!! Dang it he did it. Oh Dev. Dev why. Just. Why? The spirits are going to attack everyone this is bad. Oh Dev you screwed up big time.

Wait really nothing? Nothing in Da Rules about that? Is that like. The one thing Timmy didn’t manage to do? Well uhh points I guess for Dev on that one? Oh kiddo. Oh Dev.

Priorities kids. Everyone desperately denying what is blatantly obvious I love it. And Cosmo you’re precious I love you so much. But wait why is Hazel assuming Dev is behind this? She is correct but what besides blatant bias is making her think so? Like Hazel you cannot just. Assume Dev is like his dad.

I mean yeah friends can have fights BUT YOU HAVE NOT TRIED TO REACH OUT AND HAVE BEEN ASSUMING THE WORST ALL EPISODE LONG?? I don’t blame Dev for thinking the friendship is over like. Girl. Some of us are not neurotypical enough for these games we need to be explicitly told like vampires okay? Also you know he hasn’t had friends this stuff is not something he’ll know how to navigate.

But also Dev kiddo. Buddy. THE WORLD YOU LIVE IN WILL END I THINK NOW ISNT THE TIME TO BE PETTY!

Dev stop being a sad puppy I’m trying to be mad at you BUT YOURE MAKING ME CRY. Just look at this sad smile child.

Damn it I can’t stay mad. I appreciate Hazel being willing to work it out but she really should have approached Dev sooner if she was willing to instead of ignoring him completely.

I love how like angry Peri and Wanda are while poor Cosmo looks scared. Good on Dev though for realizing they had to deal with the evil force before fixing the friendship. Guys don’t wait so long to grant said wish. Guys you’re lucky this is a kids show and she’s just waiting for you to grant said wish.

Well it worked at least. But oh Dev is still wearing his glasses he’s still closed off. Oh kiddo.

Wait Wanda seriously???? Wanda you’ve seen the shit Dale pulls on Dev do you have. No sympathy at all? Really?

Oh I forgot about Hazels dad. Poor guy he wanted to catch a ghost so badly. Wait we’re just ending here? We don’t see Hazel and Dev talking? I hope we eventually do but I have a feeling that’ll get yadda yaddad past again. Also I feel like she’ll be back at some point to cause more chaos.

Overall I enjoyed the episode and hope Dev and Hazels friendship really is on the mend again. I need their friendship so badly. Onto the next one!

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And now we take a breath, because Giliys needs to figure out how to get Theo home, and even he needs a break from angsting every now and then. Here's part 4 of the (Completely Platonic!) Breakup arc.

Interlude

The Temple of Aroden in Rego Cader is a fucking wreck, but in comparison to the rest of the district it's prime real estate. The place has been abandoned for decades–maybe even since the death of Aroden–so there's a thick layer of grime on everything. The altar is gone, probably stolen, and the pews are rotting. The glass has been taken from the stained glass windows, and the gaping holes that remain in their place have been boarded up with wooden planks that are also half-rotted. The sacking of the temple is so complete that you can only tell whose temple it was because Aroden's holy symbol was chiseled into the floor–it was probably leafed with gold once upon a time. The gold is long gone, of course, along with the tiles that probably used to cover the rest of the floor, but they couldn't steal chisel marks. Not yet, anyhow.

"Where have you been? What part of 'emergency' was unclear?!" Qweck hisses at you when you finally arrive, and you scowl at her. 

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to travel with this fuckin Reclamation bullshit going on?" you demand. "Fuckin altar boys have the ports locked up, and every city in the plains is locked down. I had to detour to fuckin Absalom to find smugglers who would take me anywhere near here, and that meant stopping in every Garundi port between here and Absalom, and then I had to figure out a way to get into this horror show of a district–"

"Alright, yes, you are very brave and strong, Giliys, thank you for enduring this odyssey for us," she interrupts. "Now please come over here and look at our plans."

"Plans for what?" you ask as you follow her through the sanctuary. "And who's 'us?' You still haven't told me what the fuck I'm doing here."

"Theoven Derenge," she says, "the children's librarian at the Brastlewark Public Library, has been arrested by the Order of the Rack. They're holding him in Citadel Rivad."

Your brain seems to freeze for a moment. And then it goes into overdrive. They got Thay. You don't understand how–you were the only connection he had with any resistance cells. He did what he could to support your work with the Bellflower Network, but that was as direct as he was willing to get. "I've had a hand in raising so many of Brastlewark's children that I shudder to think what would happen if the powers that be ever felt they had to purge my influence from the city," he explained once. Not even Qweck had known he was involved in resisting Thrune in any capacity–hell, she didn't even know you and Theo had met. You were the only one who knew, and you certainly didn't tell anyone, so–

Does he know that?

You feel the blood drain from your face and your stomach turn over. You were the only one who knew. You know you didn't betray him–but does he? Is he sitting in Rivad, cursing your name because he thinks you're the one who sold him out? He must be–what else could he think? In his eyes you're devil-worshiping scum. He wouldn't be surprised to find out paladins can smite you. Betrayal isn't much of a stretch from there–you did it to every one of your victims after all, why not him?

"Giliys? Giliys!" Qweck's voice startles you out of your thoughts. She's glaring at you, her arms crossed and hip canted. "Could you at least pretend to care that the fate of an innocent man is at stake?"

"Well, excuse me for being confused about why the fuck the Rack would drag a children's librarian halfway across the country for interrogation."

"He had banned books."

In other words, his paranoid insistence of keeping his very illegal collection on his person at all times finally bit him in the ass. Shit, this means the Rack is probably keeping his mom's bag, too, doesn't it? He'll be heartbroken over that if you can't get it back for him.

"Hold up–doesn't your king have a deal with dear old Abby that keeps the Rack out?" You ask, the thought occurring to you suddenly. She shrugs, just as lost as you are.

"It didn't apply here I guess? They were looking for someone specific. I assume Thornfiddle let them in as a show of good will and just didn't expect that they'd arrest someone quite so beloved."

Looking for someone specific, and left when they grabbed Thay. It certainly sounds like someone tipped them off about his books. Yeah, Thay probably thinks you sold him out. Hell, you'd think you'd sold him out if it wasn't for you…uh…being you.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

"So you can probably guess where this is going," Qweck continues, oblivious to your thoughts. "There are three of us already willing to do something about this, but none of us have ever done anything like this before, and…we…need your help."

It almost sounds like it was physically painful for her to say that. You put a hand to your ear. "Sorry, I didn't catch that–I'm middle aged, now, you know–could you say that again?"

She closes her eyes and sighs, and you can tell she's praying or reciting mantras or whatever shit she does when she's worried she might crap out the stick up her ass. "I need your help," she repeats, and your eyes widen on their own. She really is desperate.

Of course she's fucking desperate! Someone she loves is in Citadel Rivad, you fucking asshole.

You drop your hand from your ear. "Well, I guess if you really need me, I can lend a hand." You cross your arms. "You said there were three of you?"

Five minutes later you're struggling not to gape at this crew made of, apparently, three of Thay's favorite students, because, gods, Thay likes the weird ones. The first, obviously, is Qweck–the gnomish devotee of a god obsessed with self-control and discipline even though she was literally born bleaching. But you already knew about Qweck. You did not know about Kob or Vrakka.

Vrakka is a half-orc–her mother is an orc, her father is a human, and both parents still live in Brastlewark. You get the feeling that growing up in Brastlewark was a pretty shitty experience for her, partly because she's more than six feet tall and feels even bigger, partly because when she came of age she wandered into the woods and never came back. Apparently she did it on Thay's advice, which feels weirdly irresponsible of him.

"Mr. Theo knew what I was capable of," she says with a laugh at the sight of your face when she tells you this. "It was he who took me for my first walks through the wilderness around Brastlewark. He used to say the bleaching took the color of the First World from him so that he could be more sensitive to the color of this world. Not that he's done anything to hone that skill, mind you."

"So you came back cuz you heard he was arrested?" You clarify.

"Yes. The birds brought Tidings of his ordeal."

You're not sure if she's a druid or crazy. She might be both. You should clarify that point before you set out to infiltrate one of the most secure facilities in Cheliax.

Kob, on the other hand, is definitely crazy. "BEHOLD, LESSER CREATURE: THE MIGHT AND POWER OF A TRUE DRAGON!" he says in the most self-aggrandizing manner you've ever seen.

He is not a dragon. He is a gnome. He is covered in black scales, with black wings on his back (which, during his introduction, he flared out to great dramatic effect) and long claws, but he is a gnome covered in black scales, with black wings and long claws.

"Uh…huh…" you say, eying Qweck and Vrakka. Play along, Qweck mouths to you while Vrakka rolls her eyes and shrugs. "And, uh, why would a creature so Great and Powerful as you want to help us 'lesser creatures?'"

Kob scowls. "I OWE A GREAT DEBT TO THE ONE CALLED 'MISTER THEO.' FOR, LOATHE AS I AM TO ADMIT IT, I WAS NOT BORN A MEMBER OF MY NOBLE RACE, BUT AS A LOWLY GNOME. THE ONE CALLED 'MISTER THEO' GUIDED ME IN MY QUEST FOR KNOWLEDGE, AND IT WAS UNDER HIS TUTELAGE THAT I FIRST HEARD THE NAME OF THE ANCIENT DRAGON WHO WOULD SEE MY POTENTIAL AND TRAIN ME TO ASCEND TO THE HIGHEST HEIGHTS OF DRAGONKIND: LATHIMAS."

From what you can gather, Kob's lifelong hyperfixation (most gnomes have at least one) was that he wanted to be a dragon. You vaguely recall Thay telling story about his first couple of years as a librarian involving a little boy the town had nicknamed Kobold because he wanted to be a dragon when he grew up, and how the kid tracked gold glitter all over the library after he seemingly bathed in the stuff trying to turn himself into a gold dragon.

Apparently little Kobold grew up to study dragons and magic and travel the world in search of a way to chase his dream. Eventually he met the ancient black dragon Lathimas and submitted to his tutelage, and in time he became worthy of ascending to dragonhood. Because he is definitely a dragon now, and certainly not a gnome whose mind has shattered under the weight of a careless infusion of draconic magic. (You decide that if this Lathimas guy exists, he's a dick)

That said, Kob can fly, he's stupidly strong, and apparently Vrakka did see him turn into an actual dragon for a couple of minutes once (though he refers to it as "BEARING THE ASPECT OF DAHAK," which isn't concerning in the slightest). And that, combined with Vrakka's reassurance that she is, in fact, a druid, piques something in your mind. Something that begins to spin itself into a plan.

"Ok," you finally say. "I have an idea."

[aliendragondreaming]

jet profile thang,,,, if you even care,,,,,,

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more info under the cut cause this is MY blog

-semi allergic to eggs, he can't eat eggs by themself but if the eggs are baked into something he can eat them just fine (eating eggs upsets his stomach)

-also not a really big fan of sea food despite how much he loves fishing (just means more for Sebastian!)

-massive si-fi nerd, he read a lot stuff about aliens in an attempt to feel more connected to them

-also really into monster collecting rpgs like Pokemon

-get this man out of skull cavern please (Harvey has taught Sebastian how to pop jet's knee back in place cause this man cannot stop getting himself hurt)

-he has an older brother in his adopted family that was originally supposed to inherit the farm, but Jet ended up with the farm because their grandpa realized that pelican town was probably the only way jet is gonna have a shot at living a semi normal life. him and his brother aren't on the best of terms, they weren't really ever but jet inheriting the farm was kinda the last straw

-he has 2 other pets not listed here, a black cat named Mars (he got her after being married to Sebastian for a while, mostly because Sebastian kept begging for a cat), and Poopsie Slime Surprise™️ the frog (he's a frog trinket, often just called Poopsie, Sebastian loves him but hates his name)

-GAY ACE WHOOOOOOO‼️‼️💥💥🗣

-wont attend the luau, since the governor is there, he puts on a disguise for the stardew valley fair so the tourists wont get any ideas

-he's also really good friends with Willy, he sees him as an uncle figure

-has a love hate relationship with Mr. Qi on one hand, he's making him do all these fuck ass requests on the other, he's so cooooool.......

-kisses mayor Lewis' ass cause he doesn't want Lewis to snitch on him to the government or kick him out of town (he fucking hates him in actuality), the only reason Lewis is hush hush about Jet is cause Jet's adopted grandpa used be his old pal

-the ASS gang were the only ones that didn't give Jet any flack when he first moved in (mostly because Abigail and Sebastian are in to the supernatural and like holy fucking shit we have an alien neighbor!!!! Sam on the other hand genuinely thought Jet was wearing a really complex costume for a while until like, Sebastian had to tell him after they played dnd with Jet)

-WHERE IS THE ADOPT LEO UPDATE CONCERNED APE??? in my heart Sebastian and Jet adopted Leo, i am so close to trying to use all my brain cells just to download a Leo adoption mod THAT'S MY SON

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 3 / THE CALM BEFORE

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Boba Fett x f!reader 9.5k words War is trying to break out, the search for re-enforments is happening, but the dinner wasn't the only place were the main course was Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: Some slight degradation, drinking alcohol, slight choking, oral (M) receiving, face fucking, hair pulling, masturbation, fingering, we got a lot of praise in here too Mando'a translations: Kaysh mirsh solus - He's an idiot mesh'la - beautiful di'kutla - useless/stupid/worthless cyar'ika - sweetheart/darling copaanir gar chur ni - want you under me alor - leader/boss (also means chief, officer, constable but for context of this story it's only the other two)

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You didn't mean to have a nap waiting for people to return, but unfortunately you did. Naps usually gave you headaches if you fell asleep without actually being tired, so you prayed this wouldn't be the case today.

That almost confirms it to you that you need either a hobby or a way to visit Mos Espa easier and spend some time outside the Palace to entertain yourself between shifts.

Are they back yet? You wonder to yourself. Walking out your door and wandering down the corridor to try to hear if anyone was around, focusing hard. Then there it was, the slam of a cell door and Fennec's voice in the distance say ''have fun in there.''

Did they bring back a prisoner? But why? Who would they need to imprison here?

Could it be the mayor? Would they really arrest the mayor?

Does Fett even have the right to arrest people?

Now you were debating whether you should have left your room or not, unknowing if there was a possible dangerous prisoner in the Palace now.

You take a deep breath in, go to turn to leave back to your room when you hear someone coming out a door at the end of the corridor, muttering ''kaysh mirsh solus'' quietly to themselves. Then you see Lord Fett appear out of the door, with a hand resting on his head.

His head shots up and turns to you as your boots squeak on the floor after your body halted, echoing down the corridor. His helmet is back on, meaning you're unaware of how his face was expressed, not knowing if he is annoyed you're there or not.

It felt odd now knowing what he looked like under that helmet, how he actually looks, that your brain couldn't connect them being the same person.

You open your mouth to apologise for seeming to be nosey before he speaks first. ''Hello again, mesh'la'' coming towards you.

''How did your meeting with the mayor go, sir?'' You ask, ignoring your nervousness of him walking towards you.

A small scoff comes from under his helmet as he says ''never had one, he has already gone to hide with the Pykes. We've got his di'kutla majordomo locked up, probably won't be much use though.''

At least you didn't need to ask many of your earlier questions since he has just answered them for you. ''Can you do that? You know, since he is the mayor's mayjordomo'' you ask.

Fett is now in front of you, the helmet making you feel so small. ''Are you questioning my authority, little one?'' There's an annoyance in his voice, your body tenses up out of embarrassment.

''N-no sir, not at all, I-I just wasn't sure how it all worked. I'm sorry-''

Before you can carry on his fingers are resting on your chin as he presses on your lips with his thumb, shutting you up. ''Need you to shut that pretty mouth of yours, before you say something dumb'' his voice is so low now.

There was no way in telling if he was annoyed at you or not. Not knowing if you had insulted him or if he was just teasing you. Regardless you let out a heavy breath through your nose, melting under him from his touch, staring directly into the black visor.

''Seeing as I am Daimyo, I can do whatever I please if it goes against my rule. My rule being respect, and the mayor clearly has little respect for me. So I can imprison his mayjordomo to state a point to him. Do I need to explain myself further to you, or can your silly little brain take all that information in?''

Legs pressing together before you can force them not to, the slight degrading from him made your pussy clench around nothing. You nod, unable to speak as his thumb is still pressed against your lips.

He is just staring at you, you want to know what he is thinking, as you know he saw your legs press together. Wanting to know if he would ever do anything to your reactions, if he would give you want he knew you wanted.

The thumb leaves your lips, he then spins your bodies so you're facing the empty corridor towards the kitchen, with your back against his chest. His hand places on your neck, adding a slight pressure and cutting off air as his cold helmet rests next to your ear.

''Be a good girl and go do your shift, before I decide to not accept your apology.''

When his hand leaves your neck your legs move quickly to the kitchen, not daring to look back. You can hear his feet behind you, a bit of fear creeping in wondering where he was going, but then you hear him ascend the steps into the throne room.

How had you gone from your encounter with him last night where he was calling you 'eager' and clearly trying to turn you on, to you being an idiot and insulting him, but yet he was still slightly teasing you.

Maker this shift was going to be tough, your pussy was begging for attention. At least your headache didn’t stay.

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You'd managed to not see Lord Fett for about two days, scared to see him out of fear of embarrassment from insulting him.

As you emerged from the kitchen from cleaning the Mods lunch dishes you see Fennec come down the corridor, heading towards the throne room. ''Haven't seen you in a few days, everything okay?'' Fennec asked with a warm smile on her face.

''Oh yeah, I guess... I'm not sure'' you reply coming towards her. She gave you a puzzled look, stopping her walk as you reach her. ''Did something happen?''

''I don't know, the other day when you brought in the mayors majordomo I bumped into Lord Fett and he told me about the arrest. I asked if he could do that as I don't really understand the politics on this planet, but I think he thought I was questioning his role and insulted him'' you answered.

Fennec stood there and took in your answer for a minute, then responded ''that man is something I'll tell you that, I'm sure he knows you never meant it in a disrespectful way. He likes loyalty, a lot, so when someone questions pretty much anything he does he doesn't respond in the best way.''

''I did try to apologise, but he kind of... stopped me'' you say and her puzzled look returns.

''Have you not spoken to him since?''

Shaking your head no, ''hence why you haven't seen me.''

''Well, I'm currently on my way up to speak to him now, do you want me to mention it to him?'' She asks, and you give it a wonder.

Her asking would make it easier for you as it was one less thing for you to worry over, but you felt it seemed weird for her to bring it up to him and not you. ''Maybe, but can you not say I spoke to you, l-like maybe just say you haven't seen me around recently or something. I don't want anything to feel.. weird.''

She nods, gives your arm a stoke and heads up towards Fett's quarters.

You felt like some weight has been lifted off your chest as you head towards your room. Thankful that Fennec has offered to clear this kind of, obviously she doesn't know that he did 'technically' accept your apology as you went to your shift that night like he told you to. Giving you that small praise beforehand.

Suddenly Drash passes the end of the corridor with her speeders keys in her hand. She spots you and says ''hi'' with a small smile on her face.

''Hey, you off to patrol again?'' You ask. The Mods have been patrolling Mos Espa recently, trying to spot any Pyke activity and trying to find the mayor. ''Not today, I was just going into town to grab some bits'' she responds. Her voice was so pretty to listen to, she had this accent that stood out so much and it was so nice to hear.

''Mind if I come with? I've been trying to figure a way to travel out of the Palace'' you ask.

She nods and gestures to follow her. When you reach the garage she hands you a pair of goggles to protect your eyes from any sand that would get into them when you zoom over the sea. You get onto the back of her speeder bike, and her hands grab yours to place them around her waist.

''Hold on'' she says before you head out the Palace.

The bike was faster than you anticipated, you weren't used to this type of transport. However it was smooth, you assume Drash and the other Mods probably modify their bikes as it would make sense, especially since they were decorated too. They probably held so much pride in their bikes.

The whole journey you keep your mouth tucked into your top to avoid sand getting into it, but your eyes are just wandering, taking in the views.

Mos Espa came into view, it felt to weird coming back here. It had been almost two weeks since you were last here, and this place felt like a stranger to you now. You wonder how much has changed, or if anything had changed at all.

''Anywhere you practically want to go?'' Drash asks as you slow down on the edge of town, pulling her goggles off her head.

''Just the markets really, but I'd like to visit the Sanctuary for a little and see Garsa'' you answer. Your stomach begins to bubble, excited to see her again.

As you're slowly driving through Mos Espa you lifted your goggles over your eyes and clipped them to the top of your pants

Drash parks up in front of the Sanctuary, meaning you were going there first. As you got off the bike you just stared at the building, wanting to know how different everything would be, wondering if anyone missed you.

You entered alone, Drash declining to come with you and staying with her bike. Everything was the same here, Max and the band was playing, droids carried drinks on their trays, your old co-workers working hard.

As you head towards the bar to ask for a drink you hear your name called from that same beautiful voice that was your ex-boss. You turn around and give her a big smile, she rushes over to you and pulls you into a hug.

''Oh my, it's so lovely to see you, how are you my dear?'' Garsa asks, your arms wrapping around her. ''I'm good, how are you?''

''Doing better seeing you'' she says pulling back, her hands resting on your arms, that smile still plastered on her face.

''I missed you, I miss it here to be honest'' you say. Her smiles drops a little and her gaze changes as she asks ''are they not treating you well there? Is everything okay?''

You give her a reassuring smile and shake your head, ''no, no, that's not the case at all. I actually enjoy it there, I just miss working with others and speaking with you.'' A sigh of relief leaves her, her smiles reappears.

She heads over to the bar and gets a drink sorted for you both, then the pair of you head into the back to her office. You take a moment to look at what she is wearing, she was wearing this beautiful white dress that showed off her breasts, with white fabric wrapped around her head tails. She looked absolutely stunning.

Not that she didn't always, but it was also a rare sight for her to have her chest out. You wonder what made her feel more confident than usual.

''So, any interesting gossip?'' She asks with a smirk on her face as you both sit at her desk.

''Well, Mistress Shand doesn't seem to have a partner as there is no one she spends her time with'' you inform her and the smirk grows as she picks up her drink, ''however I can't tell if Lord Fett has an interest in me though.''

Garsa stops sipping her drink and turns to you with wide eyes, ''seriously? Please, do tell.''

You giggle at her interest, deciding to finally tell her all your encounters with Fett. Starting with the party incident to what happened earlier with Fennec. Garsa starts to understand why you were so quiet after the party, which makes you feel less guilty about her feeling bad. She seemed to agree that Fett clearly had some interest, but seemed concerned he may just be leading you on for his own entertainment, almost like you worried he was.

She also did warn you to be careful, because not only was he your boss, but also the Daimyo and an ex-bounty hunter. She seemed worried that he might screw you over, and didn't want him to hurt you by abusing his power.

It was something you needed to take into consideration if he was truly into you.

After a little while you inform her you probably should go as Drash was waiting outside, which then she suggested that she could leave her bike round the side and it would be safe here. So before you left you told Drash this and she agreed, seeing as it would be easier for her then parking it outside the markets.

''Well, I hope you have a lovely shopping day, and if I don't see you later before you head back to the Palace, then I hope everything continues to go well. I'm still so proud of you, and I hope you come to visit again soon'' Garsa says with that warm, beautiful smile on her face.

You give her another hug before departing with Drash and searching the stalls together.

The air is full of the smells of different fruits, some catching your interests and wanting to try some. You had never really bought any of them before due to not wanting to waste money, but since you didn't need to pay for your meals anymore thanks to living at the Palace why not treat yourself.

Drash is looking at a table full of necklaces holding silver trophies on them, she picks one up to show you and you examine it. It was short and had a small cone shape hanging off it. ''It would suit you'' she said quietly, her hands running back over the necklaces, finding one for herself.

You held it between your fingers, it was pretty, but would you ever need to wear it? You hadn't had a need for these types of accessories for years, maybe it was worth treating yourself more today?

So you decide to buy it, while Drash herself buys a few leather bracelets and silver rings, picking some up for the other Mods too.

It had been so long since you last looked at the stalls here, it was before Fett and Fennec arrived, as you were overworking at the Sanctuary out of fear of war kicking off. You were trying to hide there almost, it was your safest place.

Yet now you knew there was something happening with the Pykes, unsure if it would be war, and here you where. Wandering around the markets, outside the safe Palace.

Well, you knew it wasn't that safe now since the attack the other night.

''What do you think?'' Drash asks you snapping you out your thoughts, holding a black corset style top. It fitted her style so you encouraged her to get it.

It was odd how quickly you two seemed to be bonding, glad to be making some kind of friend in the Palace. Someone close to your own age too.

Time passed before you knew it and the twin suns had set.

You knew you needed to get back soon as your shift was in the next hour, so you both headed back to her bike at the Sanctuary.

As you turn the last corner you see Krrsantan standing there, facing the door of the Sanctuary, someone stood in front of him.

Your feet stilled, you were aware Fennec and Fett had freed him and at the end of the day he was just being ordered what to do, but you felt uneasy. Knowing he was just wandering free, no consequences to what happened.

But why was he here? Had he been inside the Sanctuary?

Also, who was he talking to?

Drash was still walking, clearly with no worry of the Wookie. You were still stuck in your position just watching, as she got closer you hear her say ''evening Mighty Daimyo.''

What? Fett was here?

So you finally picked up your feet and followed after her, and here he was. His helmet under his arm, clearly discussing something with Krrsantan.

''Evening ladies'' he says, his eyes moving from Drash to you as his mouth turns up in the corner into a smirk as he says directly at you ''don't you have a shift to get to?''

Once again embarrassment crawled through you. This was the first time in a few days you had seen him, and this was how he was going to act?

Again though, was it teasing or annoyance?

''We were about to head back to the Palace now sir, my bike is being stored here thanks to Madam Garsa'' Drash informed him. She then hurried off to grab her bike, so you go to follow her until your arm is in his hand, stopping you.

''I'm having a dinner meeting tonight with the other families, so I apologise in advance for the amount of dishes you'll have to deal with'' his voice is low, it brings you back down to calm, almost forgetting what happened the other day.

You just nod, trying to pull your arm away yet he doesn't let go.

''Also I wish for you to know I did accept your apology the other day, after all you did go do as you were told'' there was a look in his eye you'd not seen yet. Unsure how to describe it.

''Thank you sir'' you reply, was thanking him the right way to accept his statement? This man made it so difficult for you to speak and answer him.

He let go of your arm to turn back to the Wookie so you head into the Sanctuary to say goodbye to Garsa when you see some commotion had gone down. There was a Trandoshan laying on the ground, he was missing an arm, whilst people either helped him or stared.

Garsa had her back to you, speaking to the other Trandoshan's, ''I am deeply sorry for what happened, please know your drinks are on the house tonight.''

What happened here?

She turned around and you saw the tiredness on her face. ''Hi, I just ran in to say bye and everything, but I take it now's a bad time'' you say to her, your eyes not daring to look back at the commotion.

''You just managed to miss it. Krrsantan had a few too many drinks and deemed that man his target'' she answers in sigh, ''thankfully due to their species his arm should grow back soon.'' Krrsantan did this? He pulled that persons arm off?!

''Are you okay? Do you need any help?'' You can only imagine how traumatic that must have been to watch, and knowing she will be flooded with questions from customers all night, you just know she will get zero rest.

Her hands rise up and she says ''no, don't worry about it child. Please go home, enjoy the rest of your day, don't let this ruin your time.'' You missed this, her caring attitude. You wish you could hear it everyday.

Outside you can hear Drash pull up on her bike, meaning you had to head home.

Home? It still weird odd to refer to the Palace as your home now.

''Go, everything will be fine. I appreciate your visit today, and I hope you visit again soon, or vice versa'' she gives you that familiar warm smile.

You smile back to her and say ''I will, please take care.''

And with that it's back to normal, you on the back of Drash's speeder heading to the Palace, mentally preparing yourself for this dinner tonight.

You try to figure out how many families there would be, and how many bodyguards they'd most likely bring with them. Praying that it won't be too overwhelming as you were already tired from your day out with Drash.

Once you reach your quarters you change out your clothes, putting on the same green dress you wore for the party, adding your new necklace from today too. Even though you would be in the kitchen you decided to look at least a bit nice considering there were guests here.

Plus, it couldn't hurt if you came across Lord Fett whilst looking good. You felt so relieved that the incident with him seemed to be fixed, and that he was 'back to normal' with you.

A small smile is plastered on your face, you're so glad you got to spend the day out today. It made you feel more relaxed knowing Garsa was doing well and getting to speak to someone about the events that have happened, and her giving zero judgement.

Before you left you grabbed one of the small fruits you bought today to eat, it had a hard shell with a soft inside, it was quite sweet. Nothing really special, but you were happy you got to finally try some of them.

You're fixing your hair as you head towards the kitchen when you overhear Fennec talking to someone outside the throne room.

''Look, I understand your deal with the Trandoshan's, I get your anger. However doing it inside her building reflects poorly on us'' you hear her say. The were a few roars in response which indicates she was talking to Krrsantan about his earlier events.

''I get that, and honestly couldn't care less that you did it, but I'm trying to keep it peaceful with her'' Fennec says clearly understanding Wookie.

Keep it peaceful with her? Was she referring to Garsa?

He gives some response that you don't understand as you can't speak Wookie, then Fennec says ''no, it's got nothing to do with business deals. I have an interest of sorts with her, and don't want her to think badly of me.''

A smile tries to come onto your lips, did Fennec have an interest in Garsa? Trying to figure out what you were listening to fully.

You then hear them both head back into the throne room, and so you wait a couple of minutes before you continue your walk to the kitchen. The smell of food was already in the air, meaning the dinner was about to start.

**

It seemed to go well, there was one point you heard some kind of rumble and the plates shake on the table. Your guess was Fett threaten them with the rancor since the table seemed to be on top of the pit.

There had been no yelling or clear signs of disagreement which you hoped was a good sign for them.

Luckily for you it wasn't too bad with the dishes, the Mods had been worse on some days.

Unfortunately though it was getting late, you don't think you'd worked this late here yet, and you were still tired from your day out.

You let out a yawn as you hang your apron up and wash your hands.

''Hey'' Fennec suddenly appears in the doorway, startling you, ''want a drink? Don't worry it's on the house obviously, just thought you might fancy one as you have been working hard tonight.''

''Sure'' you shrug, one drink couldn't hurt plus why not relax a bit after that mess?

You follow her into the throne room, there was no one actually working on the bar currently. Then you look around, no one else was in here, just the pair of you.

Fennec stood behind the bar and asked what you wanted, so you told her to surprise you, and maker did she. It was nice, but very strong, you almost gag on it after the first sip causing her to laugh at you.

''So, how was your trip out today?'' Fennec asked as she sipping her spotchka. ''Oh, it went well, I haven't been to the markets in a long time so it was nice going and not feeling scared to spend money'' you answer.

Stomach feeling warm out of appreciation of her asking, you hoped that one day you could be close with Fennec.

''Also, thank you for earlier, for speaking to Lord Fett for me'' you added, sipping your drink.

She shrugs and says ''it was no problem really. When I mentioned to him that I hadn't really seen you his response was just 'she needs to learn more about how everything works here' and tried to make it into this whole thing, but I told him to put himself into your perspective and I guess he took the hint.''

''He did bring it up earlier, how he had accepted my apology'' you replied. Your mind wandered off thinking about how if he wanted to he could teach you a lesson or two on how everything works here, not letting you out his sight until he did.

''But anyway'' Fennec says pulling your attention back to her, mentally slapping yourself for thinking about Fett in such inappropriate ways whilst talking to his closet friend, ''next time you wish to go into town just ask me, I need a break from here sometimes. Plus there's a few places I want to visit without Boba constantly over my shoulder.''

You were glad she brought it up, since you had wanted to mention it to her a few days ago. ''That would be great, I'd like that. Could even take you to the Sanctuary, since I could get us drinks cheaper'' you say.

She nods and adds quietly ''I've been meaning to find a reason to visit it actually.''

''What do you mean?'' You turn to her, rising your eyebrow.

''Just, you know'' she smiles to herself, ''just someone I wanna visit there.''

So you were right then? Was Fennec interested in Garsa like you earlier suspected?

You let out a little giggle, ''oh I see. Well I think there's someone there who wants you to visit'' you wink.

Fennec grabs her drink and takes a big chug of it, a smile still sitting on her face.

Could you do this? Setting up your old boss with one of your new bosses wasn't something you actually imagined doing, but you didn't mind helping if needed.

Out of all people Fennec could ask for help on Garsa you would be the best option.

The pair of you drink more, she complains about the Syndicates and the three families, whilst you listen and it goes over your head. She asks a bit about you, she said she already knew a decent amount about you. She knew you were from off another planet, so she asked what it was like there and why you left.

You explained to her how beautiful it was there, how it used to be so peaceful and how the community used to look out for each other. Then you told her how quickly it all changed, that once the Empire fell so did everything else. Telling her how a civil war broke out, your loved ones dying, and how unsafe it was.

This was the second ever time you had told someone what happened back home. Garsa had been the only person you had ever told.

''Oh, so that makes more sense now why you have some fighting skills'' she says, recalling when she attacked you as part of a test when you were moving in.

She promised you that you would be safe here with her and Fett, that they would protect you. She did also offer if you did ever want more training that she would help, but you declined her, you weren't really the fighting type.

It was strange, you didn't imagine she would be the supporting and comforting type, that under her assassin façade was a nice woman. A woman who clearly carried a lot of care.

Which did make sense since her job now was to protect Lord Fett and the people of Mos Espa, but still, it was a nice surpise.

''You know, I once walked in on Boba talking to himself in the mirror, practicing to introduce himself, but just in his underwear and his helmet on'' she laugh drinking her drink. You two had since moved from the depressing and oversharing drinking stage to finding everything funny stage.

You held your stomach as curled over from laughter. If you were sober you wouldn't be finding it this funny, but the alcohol in your system was convincing you this was the funniest thing you'd ever heard.

However at the same time the image of it seems so sexy, Fett wearing nothing but his helmet. Wondering if he would fuck you only wearing his helmet, causing you to readjust in your seat.

''What's so funny ladies?'' A voice emerges in the doorway.

''Just telling our friend here about you practising in your underwear and helmet'' Fennec says with a smirk on her face and her drink in her hand.

His feet get closer to the bar, you are yet to turn around so you don't know how close he is to you. ''Did you tell her about the time I found you asleep on the throne with your feet in the air and your head dangling off, nearly falling off it head first'' Fett's voice was right behind you as you giggle at the thought of Fennec sleeping in such a stupid position.

''Yours is more embarrassing'' she shrugs placing her now empty glass back down, ''but anyway, I'm going to turn in for the night, need to have a look through our contacts for re-enforcements in the morning.''

She stands up straight, completely unfazed from how much she drank, clearly able to handle her drink.

''Coming?'' She turns to you, offering her hand. You go to reply but someone else does for you ''don't worry about her, I'll take care of her and walk her back to her quarters. I want to have another word with the majordomo.''

Fennec nods, giving you a smile and then heading up the stairs to her room.

You're back to facing the bar, finishing the last of your drink. Then a pair of hands rest on your shoulders, your body is pulled back ever so slightly so your head is resting against his stomach.

He is still wearing his armour, it's cold against the back of your head, and your shoulders fall onto his soft but also tone stomach. You shut your eyes for a moment, maybe it was the alcohol but you felt so comfortable here.

''How did your meal go sir?'' You ask, focusing hard so your don't slur your words. His hands are stroking your shoulders as he replies ''I think it went well, don't think I can trust any of them with my proposal. I'd like to believe they won't betray me.''

Why would anyone dare betray him? Did they not fear him like you did?

Well, you still didn't exactly fear him. More you fear the idea of going against him.

''I wouldn't betray you'' you whisper, your mouth moving before your brain can fully catch up.

One of his hands move along to your chin, tilting your head back. Your skull was resting on his stomach, just under where the armour sat, looking directly up at him.

No helmet on.

His gaze was locked onto yours, ''I'd like to think so, princess.''

Princess?

Your cheeks instantly start burning, you move your head down as the hand that was on your chin twists the stool around, so that you were now facing him. His hand returning back to your face, but this time stroking your cheek.

''Oh don't get all shy on me now'' he smirks.

Now you take notice of how close he was to you, he was towering over you, almost caging you in.

His eyes are scanning over your body, ''were you trying to catch my attention again by wearing this?''

You give him a confused look, so he leaned down so he was level with your ear. His hot breath on your ear and he says in a low voice ''I would remember the dress you wore the first time I laid my eyes on you. How it hugged your body, how breath-taking you looked in it. Do you know how good your ass looks in it?''

A heavy breath leaves your lips as he carries on.

''You have no real need to be wearing this tonight since you were working. I reckon you were hoping, begging almost, that you would see me'' the hand from your shoulder moves onto your clothed thigh, ''so that I could see you in this. Is that right cyar'ika?''

''Maybe'' you whisper. Your underwear were soaking as your pussy was dying for attention, wishing the hand on your thigh would move higher up.

That same low chuckle leaves Fett as feel his smirk against your ear.

Slowly he rises back up, a look of desire in his eyes as his eyes meet yours. The hand from your cheek trails down to your hand, tugging you slightly.

''Let's get you to bed then'' Lord Fett says.

Oh, of course, he was just teasing you like always. Why would you expect much more than that?

You tighten your hand around his gloved one, he pulls you up but you stumble a bit. Forgetting how strong the drink Fennec made you was.

Thankfully Fett catches you, giving you a small smile and saying ''don't worry, I've got you little one.''

If he hadn't been holding you then you would've fell again, his words literally making your legs weak. You look up at him and say ''sorry sir.''

''It is no bother, I'll take care of you'' he says, giving you a moment to gain your footing before heading out the throne room.

Your eyes are locked onto where your hands are still joined, he was holding it with enough strength to help keep you steady but not too strong that he was crushing your hand.

This shouldn't be as attractive as you find it, but yet you're getting aroused by it. His hand in yours, such a unique feeling.

For some reason it surprised you that he knew the way to your quarters, your brain forgetting for a moment that he was your boss and is the one who probably assigned you to this room.

The Palace was quiet, no one was around currently, but that was to be expected considering the time.

Then your quarters come into sight, and you move your free hand to get your key card when you remember that you left it in your apron.

''Shit, sorry sir, my card is in the kitchen still'' you say as you reach your room.

He then looks at you, pulling out a card from one of his many pockets on his belt and opens your room. ''This is my Palace, I have access to every room'' he informs you.

Which made sense, why wouldn't he. Your dumb intoxicated brain wasn't thinking straight. Or was it your horny brain?

So you let go of his hand and manage to make it to your room with steady footing, turning around once you're in the doorway to face him again.

''T-thank you for walking me back'' you say, your brain daring to invite him in, wanting to see how he would take care of you exactly.

Lord Fett once again gets closer to you, like always placing his fingers under your chin to force you to stare into his eyes. You pray that this time he can read your mind, wish he would take you right now.

''Copaanir gar chur ni'' he mumbles, his eyes locking onto your lips.

''I don't- I have no clue what you're saying'' you reply quietly.

A smirk appears on his mouth as he says ''what if I just showed you instead then?'' You respond with a nod. He moves you further into your room and closes the door with his foot.

Then it happens, he uses the fingers on your chin to pull your face closer to his, pressing his lips against yours. You close your eyes and allow yourself to be in this moment.

His lips were rough, but also somewhat soft at the same time. There was a slight taste of wine on them, you weren't sure what kind, but it didn't really matter.

At the same time you move one of your hands to his shoulders as he moves the fingers off your chin to hold your cheek, his other hand resting on the bottom of your back.

He nibbles on your bottom lip, pulling you further into the kiss. You try to match his pattern, but he was hungry. Then his tongue appears, asking for permission to enter and you allow it.

You were melting.

But you wanted more, you needed more.

Before you can stop it a small moan is muffled between you both, causing his hand on your back to pull you closer to him. One of his knees nudge your legs, opening them a bit so your crotch was resting against his thigh.

Then he pulls away slowly, the hand on your cheek cradling your face whilst he says ''if you wish for me to stop, tell me now and we will never speak of this.''

So you bring your hand not on his shoulder up and move his from your cheek, resting his thumb on your lips. Luckily he clicks on to what you're suggesting and pushes his gloves thumb into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it and stare at him with desire.

''You want me to carry on?''

You nod and hum against his thumb.

Was this possibly a bad decision? Maybe, but right now you needed him in any way he would let you.

His mouth then attaches to your neck, leaving wet kisses along it, slightly biting sometimes too. This caused you to moan again against his thumb and you can feel smile on your neck.

Next his thumb is out your mouth and he his back to being level with your face, the way he was staring at you was soaking your underwear.

''So I was correct, you are eager then'' Fett smirks at you, ''but just how eager?'' So you decide to show him in the best way you could think of.

Moving back slightly to remove his thigh from your legs, and then you slowly lower yourself to your knees. Resting the palm of your hands on your thighs, rising your gaze back up to him.

Completely submitting to him.

A small groan leaves him as leans down and moves a few stray hairs out your face, ''oh, what a sight.''

All worry is flushed out your body, he clearly had an interest in you and he knew you very much did for him too.

''Are you gonna let me use you? Let me ruin your body in whatever way I please?''

Legs once again pressing together and you reply ''please sir, I want you.''

You knew that it was the alcohol giving you this false confidence, you couldn't imagine yourself actually saying what you really wanted. About how badly you wanted Lord Fett to ruin you, completely claim you as his own. Be his.

''Then you best start worshipping your alor, little one'' he states before rising back up, towering over you.

So you reach your hand out towards his growing bulge, and start to pull the zip down on his pants, a pair of grey underwear peaking through the black flight suit. Under your finger tips you can feel how badly he wanted you, so you start working quicker. You reach your hand in and grope his cock through his underwear, was this actually happening?

He then decides to remove his belt, you give him a hand unbuckling the section on his thigh and then pull your focus back to his growing cock. Now it was easier to gain access to him. So you fully open his pants, and drag his underwear down to release him.

Marker, he was thick!

Now you can feel your underwear are ruined, they were drenched, and yet your mouth was practically drooling for him.

You wrap your hand around him, your fingers just unable to reach each other. Precum leaking out of him, slowly running down and meeting your fingers.

''If it gets too much tap my thigh'' he informs you, giving you some ease.

Then you lean forward and take his tip between your lips, licking the precum off his dick. He was salty and musty, different to what you had ever tasted before, but you didn't hate it.

Tongue dancing around his tip, causing his hand to rest on your hair. You took this as encouragement and pushed the rest of his length into your mouth, taking him as far as you possibly could. Your lips were being almost being tickled by the black curly hairs at the base of his dick.

Your jaw had never been so stretched from someone's cock just resting on your tongue, it wasn't causing any pain, well yet anyway.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose and start to bob your head back and forth, sliding him against your lips.

''Such a talented mouth'' he praises you as his fingers tug on your hair slightly.

The praise almost causing you to lose focus, but you just kept moving your head and taking as much of him in your mouth as you could.

You couldn't get enough, the sensation of him in your mouth was such an unique feeling. The thickness giving you no space to breath in your own mouth, and yet you enjoyed that.

''Want to know how deep you can take me'' he mutters, ''show me.''

So you once again take a deep breath in and slowly take his full length. When he is at the back of your throat you can feel him pull tug on your hair harder, your moan muffled as it vibrated against his cock.

Never had you felt so turned on by giving someone else head before, it was new to you.

You swallow around his cock, taking him deeper into your throat and a small moan leaves his mouth.

Fuck, you wanted to hear him do that again. It was such a beautiful sound, enough for your pussy to grip around thin air.

''Hold still'' he says, his words so demanding but his voice so soft. The hand holding your hair tightens a bit and before you can react he then starts thrusting into your throat.

Trying to knock your gag reflex off, allowing your body to relax as he fucked your face.

''You look so pretty like this, with your mouth stuffed of my cock'' he tells you. You then dip your hand down between your thighs, and you may as well not have been wearing underwear anymore since they were that wet.

''That's right, touch yourself as I fuck your pretty mouth'' the grip on your hair loosening a bit.

So you do as he said and moved your underwear to the side, stroking between your soaking folds. Finding your clit with two fingers and start massaging it, whilst you allowed Lord Fett to claim your mouth.

You wish to remember this moment, the first time Fett kissed you and then fucked your mouth after.

His cock stiffens against your mouth as your moans vibrate along it, he lets out a deep groan and picks up his pace.

Tears start to fill your eyes and spit dripped down your chin, you had never felt so good before. It wasn't unbearable, feeling no need to stop as tears roll down your cheeks.

Your eyes dare to look at his, taking in his face through your half shut lids, to catch him staring right into yours. ''You enjoying this mesh'la? Enjoying your king take your mouth?''

Another muffled moan leaves you, slighting nodding in response to his question.

Your fingers are still playing with your clit, but you need more.

''Been dreaming of this, thinking of this mouth since the first time we met. I bet you've been thinking the same, probably touched yourself countless times. Don't worry, cyar'ika, from now I'll take care of it for you'' he says breathlessly.

Wishing you could answer him, but you don't wanna lose the feeling of his cock inside your mouth.

Whilst also wishing you could feel him inside your other hole, wanting his dick to fill you and be deep inside you. You imagine how much he would stretch you, how thick he would be to clench around.

Maker you needed his touch, needing him to pull you closer to your release whilst you help bring his own.

His thrusts get a quicker, causing you to choke on him a little, yet this just causes him to carry on. Above you he is mumbling curses under his breath, ''so good, such a good girl.''

Your eyes roll back before shutting, fuck you wanted him to make you cum.

The hand in your hair has tightened again as he thrusts move at a new pace, and you just allow your mouth to be abused by his cock.

''I'm gonna cum so deep in your throat princess, want you to swallow it all for me'' Fett says.

So you remove your fingers from your underwear and hold onto his thighs to brace yourself. He is fucking your mouth so uncontrollably that tears are flowing down your face, as you feel his cock stiffen up meaning he was very close.

He lets out a low moan, leaning back a little as warm salty liquid hits the back of your mouth, causing you to gag a bit, but the force on your head kept you in place.

You swallow all the cum in your mouth, then your tongue dances around the tip of his cock to carry out the last of his orgasm.

Slowly he withdraws himself from your mouth, and you let out a long breath. However missing the feeling of his cock sliding against your lips.

''You did so good for me'' he praises, stroking your head and moving your hair all out of your face as he carefully pushes it up to face him, ''now let me take care of you little one.''

He tucks himself back into his pants, then he places his hands under your arms and helps you up. You look at him, dazed still from him using your face, the taste of cum in your mouth.

Then he says ''go sit on the edge of the bed for me'' and you waste no time to obey him. Doing exactly as he said with shaky legs, him following just behind.

As you sit down he is already in front of you, parting your legs with him own, standing between them. He places his fingers on your chin as he leans down and places a kiss on your lips, defiantly able to taste himself on your lips, but it didn't seem to bother him.

His hands wander to your thighs, holding the end of your dress, pushing it higher up your thighs as he whispers against your lips ''lift'' and you do. Your dress is then slowly slid up your body.

Once it reaches your breasts he moves back and watches as he removes it from your body. As you were in a rush a bit earlier you didn't bother to find a bra so your tits were now free, right in front of him. You're now sitting in only your underwear in front of him, starting to now feel embarrassed.

Your arms go to cross over your chest before he protests, ''what are you hiding for? I want to see how perfect you look.''

So you lower your arms, allowing him to see you. Both of his hands move forward and squeeze them, his thumbs playing over your nipples, causing a quiet moan to escape you.

''Look at you, so good.''

He then leans down and pulls your nipple between his teeth, your head rolls back as you let out another quiet moan. One of his hands move down to your thighs, traveling up and stoking over your underwear.

''Cyar'ika, you really are eager. Do you want me to touch you?'' his eyes meet yours, ''want me to take care of you like I promised Fennec?''

You nod and close your eyes, but then a small smack hits your tit causing your eyes to fly open.

''I need to hear you say it, tell me what you want me to do babygirl.''

Babygirl, fuck that was a new one.

''Please touch me, take care of me. Make me cum for you Lord Fett.''

That same beautiful smirk appears as he pushes you onto your back, dragging your underwear off your legs, completely exposing you to him.

His hands trace along your body, taking you in.

''Maker, you are so perfect. I am going to ruin you one day'' he promises, and you hope he stays true to it.

You feel his hand rise up your thigh, heading towards your aching folds. Letting out a heavy breath as your body slightly shook in anticipation.

A finger traces through your folds, your body twitching in the process and you grab the sheet slightly. He lets out a low chuckle, then with two fingers starts to massage your clit. You let out a low moan, it had been too long since someone else's hands touched you like this.

''See I would edge and tease you, wanting to see how needy you are exactly, but you sucked my dick so good I think you deserve to be rewarded.''

You moan in response, then he slides one finger into your pussy.

Your back arches and he uses his other hand to push your hips back down to the bed. He is using his thumb to still massages your clit as he pumps you with his finger.

''Think you can take another one?'' He asks, and you nod.

His fingers were as thick as you imagined, he was already stretching your hole. Going deeper than your own fingers ever could, filling you in the way you wanted, in the way you needed.

However, if his fingers were this thick, you have no clue how you'd ever be able to handle his cock inside you.

He moves the hand off your hip and places it onto your breast, playing with the nipple between his fingers. Your eyes find his and your pussy clenches, the look in his eyes was enough to make you cum then and there. He was looking at you with such desire, like he really was admiring you.

Then you feel him move his fingers, ''want to know if you can take one more.''

You are about to protest, but he already pushes it in and even though it was tight and a little painful, you had never felt so good. Goosebumps cover your body, feeling overstimulated by one man.

His fingers curl, hitting that one spot impossible for you yourself to hit. Your breathing gets caught in your chest, maker you were close. If he carries on like this you'll be a mess under him in minutes.

''Is this good girl getting close is she?'' he asks in a teasing tone.

You nod and moan a bit louder than you had been. ''I want you to tell me when you're close'' Fett demands.

His hand moves to your other nipple, all the nervous in your body are standing up. The motion on your clit speeding up, pulling you closer and closer.

This feeling was something else. You had dreamt of him touching you, hell you'd masturbated over the idea of him touching you. And here you were. Just had your throat fucked and came in, then getting finger fucked to orgasm by him.

It felt like dream.

But then the pit in your stomach grew, reminding you this was in fact not a dream, and that you were so close to cumming for your boss.

Cumming in front of him, from his touch.

''I'm so close s-sir'' you whimper out.

His speed increases, your hands grip the sheets harder.

''Cum for me, cover my fingers princess'' he tells you, and that was it.

Your pussy clenches tight around him, your hips rise before he shoves them back down. Eyes shutting as darkness covers them, fireworks exploding behind your lids. You let out a loud moan and say his name.

He is still pulling and pushing his fingers inside you, however it's slower now, just working you through your orgasm.

The orgasm rushes through your whole body, cumming harder than you ever had before.

Then he slowly pulls his fingers from you, you let out a quiet whimper. Already missing the feeling.

You open your eyes and stare at him in a daze. Your mouth is completely dry, you throat tired, and your whole body exhausted.

Fett places one of his hands on the bed next to your head to balance himself and strokes your cheek with the other. ''You did so good for me'' he smiles before placing small kisses on your lips. Your heart skips a beat and your breathing halters from the praise as you press your lips against his.

After a little while he rises from you and tells you to stay there. You watch as he enters the fresher and hear water start to fill the bath. He then returns, taking his gloves and gauntlets off, and then helps you sit up.

Your legs are shaking a bit. If this is how your body is reacting to him just fingering you then maker knows what you would be like after he fucks you. Well if he ever fucked you. There was no point in getting ahead of yourself.

Without warning he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style into your fresher and placing you in the bath.

You had sobered up by this point, your brain only really catching up with you.

Fett then reaches and grabs a small towel and helps wipe the sweat off your face. It was such a soft gesture, like there was really a caring man under all that armour, more than just a powerful ruler.

''Was that all okay? With what just happened?'' he asked in such a soft voice you almost didn't recognise it.

Giving him a warm smile and replying ''yes, I enjoyed it.''

A look of relief waves across his face for a moment, like he was worried he took it too far. At the end of the day he would always have more power than you, and you think he was scared he overdid it.

''I'm glad then, now let's get you cleaned up.''

He wipes your face again, cleaning off the dried spit from your mouth and chin, and wiping around your eyes from the tears staining your cheeks. Just helping clean your body after he managed to dirty it.

After you were clean he grabbed a towel for you and gave you a hand out the bath. He hugged the towel around your shaking body, both from the sudden coolness and the adrenaline calming down from before.

Picking you back up again and carrying you to your bed, helping you dry your hair off a little on the towel before making sure you get into bed.

''Sleep well little one, don't worry about your shift in the morning, just rest'' Fett says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

''Thank you sir, have fun with the majordomo'' you say resting your head on the pillow.

He chuckles a little and shakes his head, ''oh mesh'la, that was a clear lie.''

Your face burns up realising that the was trying to get back here with you from the moment he entered the throne room. If you weren't suddenly so tired then you would've found this arousing.

''Oh, well... goodnight then Lord Fett.''

''Boba, you can call me Boba little one'' he says with a small smile on his face.

You smile back at him, ''okay, goodnight then Boba.''

''Goodnight cyar'ika.''

And with that he is gone.

Laying back on your head you smile to yourself, tonight had been something.

[piratefalls]

WIP title game! I was tagged by @ereborne!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

the list of things I've left unfinished is short, so I'll include a snippet with each one. it's also 85% mcdanno lmao.

Give Me a Memory I Can Use (McDanno, finale fix-it)

“Hey, Steve?” He looks down to see her smiling. “Be happy.” He returns her smile. “Hey Cath?” “Yeah?” “I think it’s my turn to walk away.” This time she grins. “I think so too.” So he pulls his bag from the bin, and does.

Share the Scars From Our Abandon (Person of Interest/Rinch, post-series)

Night after night he reaches out for something, anything, to soothe the ever-present ache under his ribs, the one that calls to him when the sun goes down, reminds him that he has family, love, a home somewhere out there, wishing he were in it right now, if only he’d seek it out. The one that reminds him that human connection does not have to be a foreign concept any longer, that it is instead a patchwork quilt of messy, complicated, beautiful people to call his, the place where he drops anchor and floats steady. His body, so broken in so many ways, can now recall a touch that does not hurt, the smell of fresh brewed coffee and old books, the sound of a heart that beats in time with his own.

Untitled Finale Fix-it #2 (McDanno)

His buddy introduces him to the group, since he's apparently a legend. He talks about his life post-SEALs. Later his friend would learn Steve hadn't retired but had been medically discharged. "Got shot. A lot," he says. "Needed a liver transplant." "How did you get one that fast? Anyone with half a brain cell could figure out those odds, factoring in the fact that you were on an island." And then he tells him about Danny, and the plane, that he'd saved Steve's life more than once that day. "Fuck." Steve laughs. "Pretty much."

super rough jotted down ideas for Ace!Henry FirstPrince (RWRB)

They do talk about how to navigate physical intimacy. Henry loves touch, craves it, wants to be wrapped up in and around Alex as often as possible, his breathing slowing to match the steady rhythm of Alex's heart under his cheek as they cuddle in bed. Holding hands, carding his fingers through Alex's hair, always touching touching touching. That's never been his problem. It's everything that's supposed to come after that gives him pause.

5+1 play on the practice of kintsugi (McDanno)

Three days later he listens to his father die over the phone. his whole team is dead, Anton Hesse is dead, everyone is dead. Freddie died and it was all for nothing. Freddie, the keeper of Steve's darkest secrets, the person who kept him tethered to the real world when all he'd wanted to do was fly apart, had sacrificed it all just to be given oblivion. A piece of Steve's heart is anchored somewhere in the middle of a North Korean jungle. He could give you the exact coordinates, but he won't. He doesn't want it back.

Can You Do It? (You Bet Jurassican) (buddie velocipastor au) (if you haven't watched the movie this will make less than zero sense)

No, Eddie Diaz - father, firefighter, combat veteran, boyfriend to an actual fucking dinosaur - is wearing a stretchy orange dress that, after he gets it all the way down, barely hits mid-thigh. Before he has a chance to pull it off and look for literally anything else, Buck comes around the corner and stops in his tracks. “Jinkies.” “Fuck you.” Buck gives him a quick look up and down and shrugs. “Fine with me. If I’m being honest Velma always lowkey gave me top vibes.” And that’s a discussion he’s not touching. “You’re an idiot and I hate everything you choose to be.” “Now that’s a lie and we both know it,” he replies.

no one has to participate, but if you do please tag me!

[just-some-random-blogger]

good morning, love<з i'll try to use 1 (one) message to answer you! first of all!! you made me cry!!! again!!! only with your sweetness!! it's good to know i give you some inspiration. absolutely agree! native english speakers should be grateful we even learn their language! like lol half of the world know at least 2 languages and you? what can you do? accuse me of not using a comma? can u use them in my mother tongue? you'll piss your pants if you see them. sorry, but you make me SO confident TT you really are my comfort person in the internet. i'm SORRY i didn't mean to make you feel like a kid with all this parallelism?? i'm sooo sorry girl. i don't even know why i'd written it?? i believe you know (i'm rereading and i'd typed 'not' instead of 'know'. why???) it. i'm just.. yes.. sorry... 'BIG BRAIN AND BIG BRAIN RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER' sister i love your brain TT our alliance is so big brained we're gonna RIOT. i'd really try not to break your heart. make no promises, though. i've said i have no siblings so i have no clue how it works. you lied to me TT but ok i love you. good for your older brother ig my measured height changes from time to time but like it's 178 cm - 176 cm - 178 cm (5'9''-5'10'')?? my ass always stands (lays?) in the way of measuring. i can't stand straight and press my back to the surface (wall or this measuring shit). it's ridiculous but it's so SAD. and thank you for all your kind wards <з i really appreciate not only your support but advices too! thank you sm!! i know you're the hottest-hottest really hot hottie-cutie and glad you know it too! 'the day they get married for real for with the whole televised wedding shebang would be the conclusion of this whole modern au' OMG i hope it's a promise. 'this is want you meant about taming' what did you mean?!?!? like... my big brain may be a bit slow at times... no really what did YOU mean? i consider myself feminist too and i just agree with every word of what you've written about it. if he wasn't matt smith i'd be the first one to insult the shit out of him. but that very crush from the childhood... [SEND ALL MY LOVE LOVE LOVE BACK] 'us sharing a one brain cell for real' a really big and genius cell!!!! 'FUCK ANXIOUSNESS IT BELONGS IN THE TRASH' yes girl!! throw it away!!! you deserve better!!! 'I WANT TO KEEP YOU IN MY POCKET' PLS GIRL i want it too TT take me away from this cruel world TT 'I LOVE HEAD PATS AND HUGS' and i love YOU a talented hottie-cutie!! you give me so much love i feel bad for not replying it all TT i loveLOVELOVE you and our big brain cell thank you sm thank you for the explanation about fics!! if i struggle with something like that again i'll go to you, hope you don't mind) right now it's 0:27 in my timezone if you're ever interested. hope you sleep well)) what about aemond and aegon... YOU made them so... okok but i guess i have a couple of thoughts. personally, i'd tell them about all this magic thing, esp since they're connected in a way. i just totally don't see them in a romantic relationship with the reader. waiting for 2000 years just to choose another guy? plsss no i HATE this cliche i totally hate it. and if aemond is a really trustworthy person and he's related to the history? idk or maaaybe he somehow learns himself... all these lines reader said before/while/after the call, this obsession with that daemon and maybe some historic rumors about prince's mysterious death, a witch and his pretty wife... maybe he has his suspicions but is reeeally sceptical about it? aemond invests all this story. and aegon just tries to help him (bc cmon it's his fav customer) but somehow just disturbs his brother poor pretty boy. maybe they do stay friends. or maybe their argument is so big it concerns even vyseris. oh will reader tell them?? or is it gust their special bond.. yes of course and suddenly i have plenty of thought. i'll really try to take care! and not tace kare TT you!! you take care of yourself too!! tbh, i feel really more excited and motivated (?) after talking to you. you're my hottie-cutie angel! luv u<з

HELLO MODERN!DAEMON NONNIE

you can send me 13 million asks its fine 😡🥰

here's another love letter!!! <3

lol im honored that i keep making you cry HAHAHHA i am so sweet arent i but remember irl sugar is not good in unhealthily large does, not only will it affect your blood and fat, it also causes wrinkles long term T_T RIP

of course you give me inspiration!!! you and all my beloved anons mean so much to me!! im truly honored to all of you and to have your love letters as well <3 <3 <3

yeah native english speakers BOOO lol HAHHAHA nah its ok that you can speak one language but dont act all superior when you cant even speak your OWN language well //////: stfu.

like lol half of the world know at least 2 languages and you? what can you do? accuse me of not using a comma? can u use them in my mother tongue? you'll piss your pants if you see them.

ROAST EM ROAST EM ROAST EM HAHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAH BUT YOURE SO RIGHT THOUGH AHHAHAHAHAH the whole grammar nazi wave was horrible and honestly stupid tbh /: I HAVE BEEN GUESSING SINCE OUR PREVIOUS MESSAGES WHERE YOU;RE FROM AND IM GUESSING ITS A SCANDANAVIAN COUNTRY OR A SLAVIC COUNTRY (i think slavic RANDOMLY THOUGHT OF BELARUS IALSFHASF ok maybe not so random cos i searched which countries are slavic HAHAHAHHA) AM I RIGHT AM I RIGHT (if youre not comfortable in saying you dont have to respond to this part

sorry, but you make me SO confident TT you really are my comfort person in the internet.

iM SO HONORED AND TOUCHED AND PROUD OF MYSELF TO HAVE THAT EFFECT ON YOU THANK YOU LORD JESUS CHRIST IM DOING ONE THING RIGHT but i hope im not inadvertently making you mean T_T im not mean right? just really intense HAHAHHAHAH and I AM SO ABSOLUTELY HUMBLED THAT IM YOUR COMFORT PERSON ON THE INTERNET T_T this is peak i will never recover or get over this

i'm SORRY i didn't mean to make you feel like a kid with all this parallelism?? i'm sooo sorry girl. i don't even know why i'd written it?? i believe you know (i'm rereading and i'd typed 'not' instead of 'know'. why???) it. i'm just.. yes.. sorry...

STOP APOLOGIZING 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 YOU DID NOTHING WRONG IT WAS JUST SUPER FUNNY HAHAAHH i appreciated the fact you clarified it to make me understand <3 <3 HHAHAAHHAH DONT FEEL BAD PLS I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY AHHAHAH PLLLLSSSSS DONT APOLOGIZE FOR THINGS LIKE THIS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH and again down worry about your mistakes i understood just fine

'BIG BRAIN AND BIG BRAIN RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER' sister i love your brain TT our alliance is so big brained we're gonna RIOT.

SLAYYY BESTIE SLAYYYYY I LOVE YOUR BIG BRAIN TOO

i'd really try not to break your heart. make no promises, though.

TRY HARDER I WILL CRY AT YOU

i've said i have no siblings so i have no clue how it works. you lied to me TT but ok i love you. good for your older brother ig

T_T DID I LIE TO YOU I NEVER LIED TO YOU PLS I JUST SAID MY BROTHER CAN CHOKE aslfgalsfgasf ok i reread my statement its confusing im sorry. i meant i dont feel any need to get the approval of my brother. he can choke on his expectations of me ///: HAHA i hope thats clearer. you can be my honorary sibling <3 except i would never choke you

my measured height changes from time to time but like it's 178 cm - 176 cm - 178 cm (5'9''-5'10'')?? my ass always stands (lays?) in the way of measuring. i can't stand straight and press my back to the surface (wall or this measuring shit). it's ridiculous but it's so SAD.

;ASFASHF SO UR TELLING ME YOU HAVE HORRIBLE POSTURE ALSFHAS

YOU BETTER START STRAIGHTENING UP UR JUST LIKE MY YOUNGER SISTER WHO I TELL OFF SO MUCH FOR BEING SHAPED LIKE A CROISSANT ////: i forgot how tall i am, i think im 171 or 172 UPPIES UPPIES I WANT UPPIES

and thank you for all your kind wards <з i really appreciate not only your support but advices too! thank you sm!!

you deserve it i love you i love you so much

i know you're the hottest-hottest really hot hottie-cutie and glad you know it too!

'the day they get married for real for with the whole televised wedding shebang would be the conclusion of this whole modern au' OMG i hope it's a promise.

yeah i think the only way i could end this is with the wedding lol HAHAHHAH will i ever write it will will they ever have a wedding is the question HAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

'this is want you meant about taming' what did you mean?!?!? like... my big brain may be a bit slow at times... no really what did YOU mean?

LOL I DIDNT MEAN ANYTHING I WAS JUST CONFUSED OR IG UNSURE ABOUT WHAT *YOU* MEANT LOL HAHAHAAHHA

i consider myself feminist too and i just agree with every word of what you've written about it. if he wasn't matt smith i'd be the first one to insult the shit out of him. but that very crush from the childhood... [SEND ALL MY LOVE LOVE LOVE BACK]

SUCH A MOOD HAHAHHAHAHAHA

me @ matt smith ///: he's so corny for not falling in love with me ///: L

SENDING MY LOVE BACK TO YOU AGAIN LOL

'us sharing a one brain cell for real' a really big and genius cell!!!!

real.

'FUCK ANXIOUSNESS IT BELONGS IN THE TRASH' yes girl!! throw it away!!! you deserve better!!!

REAL. YOU DO TOO

'I WANT TO KEEP YOU IN MY POCKET' PLS GIRL i want it too TT take me away from this cruel world TT

my love i will always be here 4 you T_T

'I LOVE HEAD PATS AND HUGS' and i love YOU a talented hottie-cutie!! you give me so much love i feel bad for not replying it all TT i loveLOVELOVE you and our big brain cell thank you sm

T_T WHY WOULD YOU FEEL BAD FOR NOT REPLYING ONE OF US HAS TO STOP AND IT SURE AS HECK WONT BE ME. i have like a russia sized heart so i have so much love to give you can have like half of that my heart will just regenerate and make more love <3

thank you for the explanation about fics!! if i struggle with something like that again i'll go to you, hope you don't mind)

im glad i taught you smth about fics too HAHHAHAHAH lol im happy to teach you anything i know knowledge is useless if it not shared and developed. you can ask me anything you want lol and ill answer best as i can

right now it's 0:27 in my timezone if you're ever interested. hope you sleep well))

i tried to fingure out what country your from by using this information but it didnt work my calculations are wonky and i have no idea what time you sent this so 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 thank u i did sleep well YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ASLEEP LIKE ME GAAAAAAAAHHHH

what about aemond and aegon... YOU made them so... okok but i guess i have a couple of thoughts. personally, i'd tell them about all this magic thing, esp since they're connected in a way.

interesting thought... i personally didn't think of doing this (or at least not yet cos i havent started writing p3 at all and i usually just see where i go from what i write vs what i have planned in my head) any particular reason why you want to tell them? i think it's pretty useless no? aemond might respect it since he's scholarly and still believes in magic, aegon might not and if he sees an opportunity with reader he will take it. idk i honestly feel like reader is done with explanations of her life and magic she's been alive for 2000 years she's done with that shit AHAHHAH the only person she probably would even want to tell is daemon, and even then lol i think she'd be fine not to tell him because all the matters is she has him again

i just totally don't see them in a romantic relationship with the reader. waiting for 2000 years just to choose another guy? plsss no i HATE this cliche i totally hate it.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH I SEE I SEE NO ROMANCE FROM YOU FOR THEM IG HAHAHHAH i love me a good messy love triangle-square thing tho HAHAHAH also AHHAHAHA IT IS CLICHE BUT ITS SOOOOO GOOODDDD IMMA MAKE IT SO MESSY YOU DONT EVEN KNOW AHHAAHAHAHAHHA i'll give you a real spoiler, i'm going to add daemon's ex HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA

and if aemond is a really trustworthy person and he's related to the history? idk or maaaybe he somehow learns himself... all these lines reader said before/while/after the call, this obsession with that daemon and maybe some historic rumors about prince's mysterious death, a witch and his pretty wife...

NOW THIS IS GOOD SOUP

WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS SO EXCITED TO READ THIS CAN I USE THIS IMMA USE THIS YOU AND YOUR BIG BRAIN CONTINUING WHAT I JUST SAID IN MY ANSWER ABOUT AEMOND OMG YOU AND ME FOR REAL SO GOOD TOGETHER LOVE LOVE LOVE

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW GOOD THIS IS SO SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO GOOD LET ME KISS YOUR SEXY BRAIN SO GOOD SO GOOD SO SO SO SO SO GOOD

also ok to be fair in my head daemon is the only one that's really reincarnated ya feel, and it's kind of like a happy coincidence or ig an extension of the magic that everyone from that time are also alive as well. you get me? like if anything, daemon would be the only one who can 'remember' the past because he's the only one with the past life in my head, you get me??? lol at least that's what it is in my head, cos like aemond and aegon are not royal, so they can't be aemond and aegon from before, also theyre not viserys kids or at least not royal viseyrs who is daemon's brother

maybe he has his suspicions but is reeeally sceptical about it? aemond invests all this story. and aegon just tries to help him (bc cmon it's his fav customer) but somehow just disturbs his brother poor pretty boy.

thIS IS SO GOOD IM LITERALLY SAVING THESE IN MY NOTES I LOVE IT SO MUCH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I KISS YOU ON THE LIPS AND ON THE BRAIN AND ON THE CHEEKS AND ON THE NOSE AND THE FOREHEAD YES YES YES

maybe they do stay friends. or maybe their argument is so big it concerns even vyseris. oh will reader tell them?? or is it gust their special bond..

omg viserys getting involved with them T_T RIP THE KING GETTING INVOLVED WOULD BE SO SCARY T_T idk if the reader will tbh as i said we'll seeeeeee

yes of course and suddenly i have plenty of thought.

send me all your thoughts im dyyyying to know them

i'll really try to take care! and not tace kare TT you!! you take care of yourself too!! tbh, i feel really more excited and motivated (?) after talking to you. you're my hottie-cutie angel! luv u<з

i'm honored to have that effect on you i will take care always you beTTER DO THE SAME!!! i love you I ACCEPT I WILL BE YOUR HOTTIE CUTIE ANGEL LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU

xxx

[insidiousflame]

7/18/2024

I want to get to know myself again. Or rather, be more comfortable and content in my own company. I think the reason I am so reserved and my self-worth is in the toilet is because of the jobs I've had the past decade. I've not been able to surround myself around like-minded people. I've not been able to hang out, be in creative spaces and bond with anyone. My only way of living was clock in....be as invisible as possible....and clock out. It's fucked me up. It's uncomfortable, but I need to hang out with people who want my company. Beyond just obligations. Beyond just productivity. I want to indulge in myself. I want to like how I look and take pride in my appearance again and who I am. My sillyness. What even is my personality? I've hardly even shown it to anyone. Cause I always think, "why bother?" But that's the thing. I want to 'bother' because I want to feel joy. I want to enrich my life with experiences and relationships with others. I want to feel free in my being and joy in experiencing this life on earth. That is why. I want to daydream, imagine, feel the magic. Play pretend. Lose myself in just 'being'. But I feel like I need guidance. Because tonight....I found myself in a strange sense of dread. Of being lost at sea. Not knowing where to go or what to do with myself. I have no career path. My desire to perform and create music is at an all time low. My job feels stifling, even though I am grateful. I have no goals. Just the vague sense that I want to improve. But i need to drill it in my head that improvement does not come with ease. It comes with struggle and discomfort. Becoming better only comes from repitition with things we were previously unfamiliar with. How do I expect to get better if I don't put myself in situations where i feel...like I have a lot of growing to do. It has been a long ass time since I put myself in a room of people who were significantly better than me, and giving it my best shot to learn something. It was so frustrating when I hit a rough spot and struggled, but it was so fun when I felt I started to fly. I have to admit...I've been starting to feel burnt out with how uncomfortable I've been this year. How much I have had to constantly talk myself into marching into situations that demanded my efforts and tested my courage. But I want to improve my life. So much. Even though every cell in my body, that yearns for stability and comfort I've curated all this time, tells me I don't want it. It's not that I don't desire these things....I just don't desire the discomfort that comes along with it. I start to weigh my discomfort vs the reward...rather than seeing the reward and being strategic about how I can be MORE comfortable moving forward. About how i can adjust and improve so that the discomfort becomes less and less and the rewards become greater. It doesn't feel good to be uncomfortable. It doesn't feel good having anxiety and putting myself in anxiety inducing situations. It doesn't feel good worrying about how I might look or appear to others. It doesn't feel good feeling alone in a room of people who've already made connections. It doesn't feel good to feel that my skills are so below or made to feel sub-par amongst individuals who have had so much more opportunity to grow their own. It doesn't feel good, feeling like the odd one out....and opening myself to other's judgments. I think about how I used to be and how it felt so much more natural to me. And that was so long ago. How do I navigate this discomfort back into a place of confidence and freedom?

It's just doing the uncomfortable more. Doing what I hate, so that I can build self-trust. And slowly my body/brain should recognize hey...im safe. I'm okay in the end.

[velvetporcelain]

girl, interrupted.

where do you go when non one listens to you? when you're a sad girl? no one likes the sad girl.

I am sad on my own time. in my own head. in my own body. but that is only to guide me. it is only to divert my eyes to the pursuit of beauty.

I like to think that no one else knows how to use their sadness properly. why is is such a shame that we get sad? especially women? does this mean we are unfit? does this mean we need therapy?

I feel as though my brain was raped. that's how I would explain my sadness. impregnated with the memory of rapist. yeah cant forget that I was the one who opened my mind, so am I to blame too? you can only blame me in the name of hindsight. I would like to say that I knew better, yes. but I didnt know. and that's what happens to women. they break later, but never during. because when you are suffering it seems the one who holds the power does not like to know that he did actual damage. why? because women are so willing and eager to please?

you hurt us so bad that we curse the maiden inside us. we shame, we think, we spiral. we scream hysterically in our mourning, all done inside our head with a smile.

men. they run. they run far, and denial is their best friend. I like the word coward, or thief.

my husband told me that hes seen great change in me since fall. and I cant help but notice that is when I left social media. and hes so right, he has confirmed what I have been feeling the last few months. fucking happy sis. happy. me. connected. thriving. cultivating. communicating. loving. living. laughing.

I think a lot about my self diagnosis of borderline personality disorder. if therapists can apply logic, apply the systems from a book, than so can I. I had felt pretty lost yesterday morning. like I wasn't present, I was panicking through old behavior. what I want to know is where the boarder is between personalities or do you just mean I am connected to my inner child and my choices seem a little impulsive, but isn't that life? spontaneity? connection to self?

I think the world is built to make you think there is something wrong with you instead of actually fixing the problem.

maybe. just maybe. maybe the entire world is sick.

maybe the entire world would be shot up with drugs and locked in a cell.

the snow is covering the rotting grass and everything seems so still. even the air. it's like a brick wall of cold.

I spoke to my father this morning. my real father, not my step father. we both agreed that earth is hell. this is hell.

I refuse to keep asking why. I refuse to keep telling you why.

-x

[the-sixteen-millimeter-shrine]

I was cringing so bad when Marlene tried to explain their quackery. I know it's fictional universe but still my little heart was about to sink down to my ass. 

I love that we are talking about would it work or how it would be distributed. Trouble is they would never go as far as to... anything? I never played the game but based on the show. The doctor guy is a doctor, not a scientist. That's why we have translational medicine cause scientists sometimes can't grasp the reality and translate the developments into the medical fields BUT doctors on the other hand can't grasp the underlying subcellular functions of the disease or a drug.

So he is clearly a doctor (and so far there is only him, one fucking person lol) and they use the term signaling molecules/chemicals? Vague is not even a word I can use to describe it. Honestly, it might not even be a chemical being produced but a long standing change in Ellie and her cells presenting mushroomy/having mushroomy receptors to communicate. Just one example of many. They would actually have to find the compound or whatever is different in her. They would literally have to fish out the one thing out of millions, and mind you they are two decades into apocalypse aka event that would introduce a lot of changes into what would be considered a healthy human, so comparing samples with 2003 standards could be kind of iffy too. Not like anyone would think this far ahead though. Another important thing is, how much they know about the species itself? Do they know the exact species? The toxins and other funny stuff it makes? Do they know the detailed invasion mechanisms? How does it cross the BBB? What is the host immune response? If anyone tried to do any research on the fungus, do they have the data still and how reliable it is?

And here is the biggest kill me please, coming from people having no clue about the factual state of anything. They have no resources to grow it or even transport it in sterile manner from Ellie to wherever. Everything about that hospital space screamed contamination. And I'm fucking sure they have cleanrooms and safe preservation protocols and liquid nitrogen tanks up and running to preserve the VERY VALUABLE tissues since they are killing the only known source of it.

They are harvesting the materials that possibly POSSIBLY contains what they are looking for and in the process they are killing the source. Biopsy anyone??? And the actual material they plan to re-grow in the lab... Like okie, go and try to grow a mammalian brain/cordyceps mutant NOT ESTABLISHED cell lines in a post-apo lab. Yes go, go and do that but before you do you better ask if we have enough power to complete the surgery... How you gonna grow them? In what media? What you gonna feed it? Can you maintain environment oxygen/temp/pH at the very least? Can you make sure it is not contaminated or infected? I understand that Marlene got bioreactors installed in the sewers? Or is she more of a single use technology pusher girl? You just gonna put a piece of her brain on a slice of beef in an old fishtank and hope for the best aren't you?

The fungus is a living organism after all so it has growth requirements. Do they know what that even means? How deep the Ellie/mushroom connection is? It is mammalian mutant or they can separate the fungi? Can they immortalize the cells if they are in fact mammalian-ish? The cells will eventually die (it was established in the show that infected do in fact die) and then we have senescence too. Then, how would they make the cells produce the SIGNALLING CHEMICALS when these are probably only produced when there is a signal received for them to be produced cause all cells are smart like this and they like to make life easier for themselves and not everything is always in production mode on. How are they gonna harvest them from the lab grown cells? They can't just give people the crude cell extracts, they know as much right? RIGHT? How are they... yeesh there is like 3614 pages biologics R&D and production 101 essay brewing here but you getting the point ;c

Sorry for yelling I know it's fiction but people (me!!) been personally victimized by this stupid shit ;c also 20 years old research facilities? equipment sitting there for two decades, concept of validation and standards nonexistent anymore. At the time (2003) they just finished to sequence the human genome and it took like 15 years to do it and involved hundreds of labs all around the globe and SO SO SO MUCH RESOURCES. Again, fictional. But this is just stupid to even think ANYTHING they were thinking of doing would work in the slightest ;c 

Then when it comes to developing a drug/vaccine, that doctor lady in episode 2 already knew the story. She was ahead of her time like a real queen that she was may she rest in peace. 

Also big possibility (since who is gonna do a safety/efficacy studies or later I don’t know follow any GMPs), this shit cure might do fun things such as a) kill you, b) give you immune reaction so strong it will kill you, c) may have another adverse effects that might be lethal since there are no hospitals around, d) be contaminated and the contaminants are toxic and that kills you, e) might get you infected and mushroomised since they actually have no clue what the fuck they are working with. Just couple of possibilities cause yet another essay is brewing here.

These are my thoughts without sense or anything really and I wrote this on 3 hours of sleep but I WAS REALLY PERSONALLY VICTIMIZED BY A COUPLE OF LINES OF DIALOGUE and I need everyone to know this. But then I am attacked by every show that fails to even look basic biology concepts in the eye. This is what I like to call the breeding grounds for antivaxxers and this oil and prayers will cure my cancer crowds. 

Oh and Frank! I think it wasn't cancer but something neurodegenerative like MS.

Just in case anyone was wondering if the Fireflies would have found a cure: absolutely NOT.

Ignoring the game canon (where they mention that they have tried and failed and murdered dozens of immune kids), and only using text from the show we know for a fact that medicine has NOT advanced since 2003.

To begin with, when Frank is dying of cancer and wants to do euthenasia, Bill says they "might find a cure." Frank jokingly says that there was no cure before the fall, and he doubts there are any new doctors walking around with functional MRIs. This tells us we did not develop any new cures for incural diseases. In 2003 we did NOT have a cure for this fungal infection, and we don't even have one now in our 2023, let alone THEIR 2023.

In Kansas City Karen is holding a doctor hostage in exchange for information about Henry. He tries leveraging the fact that he's a doctor in an attempt to keep himself alive. It doesn't work. Doctors are NOT valued in this world.

Marlene mentions that when crossing the country they lost half their men, while Joel stayed alive the whole time. The Fireflies are barely equiped to travel, let alone distribute a life saving medicine. They are terrorists willing to experiment on children. Even if they found a cure, they would not give it away for free. It would become leverage in a power struggle, and Joel knows this.

That's just what I can think of off the top of my head. The Fireflies would have murdered Ellie and it would have been for nothing.

[kaitsawamura]

would you like to stay forever?

SUMMARY⎮   Sparring with Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro in his private gym at his home doesn't seem like a bad idea if you don't count the fact that you really, really like him.

STATS⎮ minors do not interact, 18+ ⎮  Rating: M (for mature)  ⎮  WC: 5525  ⎮   Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader  ⎮   Tags: Aged Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Sparring, Smut, Fluff, Age/Experience Gap (if you really squint)  ⎮  AO3

NOTES⎮  Thanks to @spacelabrathor​ for listening to me scream about this and to @some-kindofgnome​ for fueling my Kiri fever dreams.  Yes, that title is based on a Mulan quote. This whole fic was based on THIS POST and Kirishima seemed like the perfect character for this pwp.  Hope y'all enjoy!  (Also please for the love of God, click on the banner to see in HD if you’re on mobile, it looks so much better lol)

It was Saturday and even though you’re on your way to becoming a Pro Hero, you can think of several things you’d rather be doing with your one day off than going to Kirishima Eijiro’s house to spar.  But here you are pulling into his driveway, going over combat moves in your head as if your life depended on it.  They weren’t really serving their purpose which was to distract yourself.  Kiri had offered up his personal gym, encouraged you to stop by with one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck as if he was nervous.  

A couple of his friends had already taken him up on the offer.  You were the only one he’d offered who hadn’t come over yet.  He had texted you a couple of weeks later saying he was starting to take it personally…  and then immediately texted with a laughing emoji just to clarify he was only giving you a hard time.  It brings a smile to your face now as you remember it.  Yesterday he had also clarified it would just be the two of you if you were self-conscious sparring in front of other people.  You’d have the whole place to yourselves.  Like that should mean something.  Which it did.  It does , you realize with butterflies growing in your stomach.  Kiri doesn’t need to know that though.

The two of you had been toeing around something since you had been hired at Fatgum’s Agency a year ago.  Neither of you had made a move.  Kirishima, the Red Riot, was a big Pro Hero and while you took pride in your quirk, it didn’t hold a coin to some of the others you’d come in contact with.  It had surprised you when Toyomitsu had brought you on.  But he had mumbled something about “liking your spunk” and that he thought a teleportation quirk would be a useful one to add to his agency.  The first day you had shown up, Kiri had immediately caught your eye.  Not for the obvious reasons.  Obvious reasons being the fact that he was climbing the Pro Hero charts or the fact that he had a dynamically interesting quirk or that at twenty-five he was already built like a brickhouse. 

Those were all valid reasons, yes, but what had pulled you in was his smile and his genuine interest in you outside of your quirk.  But he was just like that you had quickly discovered.  He knew everyone’s coffee order and what they liked for lunch.  He knew when to push and when to back off.  He knew when to talk and when to listen , knew when he still had a lesson to learn.  The kids flocked to him.  Even now you’re still entirely convinced that’s actually his quirk, getting people to like him.  It’s not a difficult thing to do though.

Your brain stutters back to the present when a text notification pings from your cell phone as you sit in Kiri’s driveway, picking at non-existent lint on your gym shorts.  The cute ones you’re still convincing yourself were your only clean pair and that’s the only reason you wore them.

KIRI : i saw u pull up, u gonna come in or what 😂

Had he been waiting for you to get there?  You tapped out a quick response, one that hid the little flip in your stomach at the thought: creeper, you were watching for me lmao

Response bubbles immediately flash on your phone screen but you’re angling out of your car and shutting the door before he can reply.

Somehow, this house fits Kiri perfectly.  It isn’t big.  You had seen pictures of other top-ranking Pros’ houses.  Enji Todoroki’s house, for example, was fucking ridiculous.  But even without a massive floor plan, Kiri’s house is nicer than any you’d been in for some time.  Clean, straight lines and lots of windows.  In fact, you can see straight through the floor-to-ceiling windows out to his backyard when you reach the front door.  Is that a pool ?  Kiri had tons of fun showing pictures at the agency; it was a well-deserved investment for his already multiple years of service as a Pro.  The pictures hadn’t done the place justice though.

Kiri comes to the door, throwing it wide open with a huge grin that shows off his sharp teeth.  You ignore the way your mouth goes dry as he drags you in, babbling on like an excited little kid at you actually coming.

“I really thought you were gonna back out!  I mean, that would have been fine, of course.  I just can’t see the point of having the whole place to myself all the time.”  He’s irresistibly cute, walking around showing you the living room and the kitchen and pointing out to the backyard where, yes, there is indeed a pool.  “You can come over any time and use that too if you want!”  You thank him, warmth pooling in your stomach at how incredibly nice he is.

“Uh, we should probably get in the gym.  I have… stuff to do later,” you finish lamely.  You don’t have anything to do later but very quickly you’re realizing how far out of your depth you are here.  The familiar beginnings of the head over heels fall is washing over you in steady waves.  But you’re coworkers and the thought of coming to work every day and having to see his adorable face and not doing anything about it is almost making you nauseous.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just down the hallway,” he rumbles, leading the way and you follow trying and failing miserably to calm the nerves flashing through your veins.  You’re here alone with Kiri , the man you’ve been crushing on since you’d started working with him a year ago.  And now your stupid brain isn’t just thinking about what it would feel like to run your tongue along his teeth or how his hands would feel between your legs.  No, your stupid brain is thinking about what Kiri looks like when he first opens his eyes in the morning.

Your one-track mind is not getting any help, especially when Kiri walks through the doorway of the gym addition and immediately proceeds to pull his shirt up and over his shoulders and tosses it to the side.  Shit.  His back muscles ripple with the movement and when he turns to face you, it’s heart-wrenchingly obvious that he has no idea the effect he’s having on you.  He has to know .  Doesn’t he?  From your end, it seems wildly obvious that someone as good-looking as him should know .  

You glance around, eternally grateful for the fact that the gym is also attractive.  Floor to ceiling windows span two of the walls here as well and there’s a large set of French doors leading out to the yard.  You find yourself actually in awe when you get a better look at the landscaping.  It’s so green .  There’s a small patch of lawn but the rest is just artfully arranged native flora and fauna.  Violets, tulips.  Huge hosta plants.  And cherry trees heavy with their signature sakura blossoms.  

“Kiri, it’s beautiful!”  He comes to stand beside you, looking out the French doors as well.

“You like it?  I guess it is pretty nice, huh?”  You glance up at him, your chest expanding on a lurch looking at his smile.  You’d never noticed before but he has a light dusting of freckles across his nose.

“Yeah, really nice.”  You look out again, letting the silence grow until it feels like the most comfortable thing in the world.  After what seems like an eternity Kiri clears his throat, rocking back on the balls of his feet.  “What are you thinking for today?”  The question leaves your lips and you’re immediately regretting it; your stomach flips again when Kiri looks at you like you’re prey.

“Close combat, hand-to-hand combat.  You did mention a while ago you wanted to strengthen that, right?”  You throw your head back, rolling your eyes, and groan.  The two of you make your way to the center of the mat.

“Yeah, I mean, I’d be scared to take me on too,” Kiri says, large hands on even larger hips.   He isn’t as tall as some of the other heroes at six foot three inches but he’s wide , thick.  You know for a fact you couldn’t wrap your arms around his waist and have your hands meet.  He’s wearing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.  The sharpened points of his canines are out and on prominent display.   Famous last words you think as a snarl erupts on your face.

“I’m not scared , Kiri.  I just don’t want to wear you out .  You’re a Pro Hero.  You’re on the job a lot more than I am.  Plus, you’re getting kind of old.  Is that a little gray I see coming in?”  Kiri bares his teeth even more but it’s not lost on you that he quickly reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair.  There isn’t any gray, obviously , but the thought has Red Riot distracted.  Distracted enough that when you plant your feet and your fist connects with his face, your knuckles hit skin and not the reinforced rock of his quirk.

“ Shit.”  Kiri takes a step back, reaching up to cradle his jaw.  His tongue swipes out to lick at the blood on his bottom lip.  His vermillion eyes find yours and if you didn’t work with him on a regular basis, you would have felt fear at this moment.  You know he wouldn’t hurt you but even now, a thrill races through your veins like electricity.  He looks as if he’s going to devour you.  You take your own step back, readying your quirk, reaching out to it as your fists hold their position in front of your body.  A dark chuckle spills from his chest as Kiri calls on his own quirk.

Now it was your turn to be distracted; you had always been fascinated by Kiri’s quirk, the way his body looked when it hardened up.  The ripples of muscle still visible under the toughened skin.  The divots and ridges and how they mapped their way across his shoulders and chest and abdomen.  You knew how it felt to the touch in fake combat.  The Fatgum heroes all took pride in maintaining a healthy routine; sparring was a common workout that was previously done at a local public gym.  You wonder absently what it would feel like to touch him slow and at the moment.  When you could give extra attention with extra time. 

Kiri closes the space between the two of you at the moment your mind strays and you barely are able to teleport out of the way to avoid him crashing into you.  You try to take a swipe at him as you materialize from in front of him to behind but this time he’s ready for you and he’s using his quirk.  Instead of moving out of the way, he plants his feet and allows your punch to hit.  Pain radiates up through your fingers and wrist.  It always irritated you that you had to prepare yourself to strike Kiri when he was using his quirk.  Otherwise, you’d be in for a whole lot of hurt every time you landed a punch.

Teleportation is a pretty handy quirk.  It gives you a pretty good advantage the more you work on your close combat skills.  The trick with Kiri was to keep going at him until he ran out of energy.  You hadn’t gotten to that point yet; your quirk had its limits as well.  You were only two years out of UA, Kiri was out by seven.  His strength was already fairly unmatched; sparring with him was always good practice.  You relish the thought of the day you can win a sparring session without tapping out.  It surges through you like pure energy.  

You teleport to stand in front of him again, shifting your weight into your hips and up through your right hook.  This time your fist connects with Kiri’s side and he lets out a small grunt.  Your fingers don’t hurt so bad this time and by the time Kiri is retaliating, you jump back a few feet.  He hmms, a sound that reverberates from his chest.

“That’s all well and good but how do you expect to do anything if you jump that far away?”  He lunges forward at a running start, leaping at the last second, sending his gloved fist into your stomach.  You were fast, but still not always fast enough.  You double over, the air rushing from your lungs and your pre-workout protein smoothie threatening to exit back the way it went in.  Sweat is already beading on your brow and sliding under your tank top.  You take a few breaths through your nose when an idea pops into your head; you stay bent over.  “Hey, I didn’t hit you that hard.  You good?”  

Kiri comes to stand in front of you, leaving him vulnerable.  He can’t see your smirk until it’s too late.  You wail on him, using some of the basic combos he’s taught you before today.�� Satisfaction rolls through you when he actually takes a step back.  But then he puts his arms up in front of him, clenching his abdomen and bending inward to protect his core.  He drops just a fraction and before you realize what’s happening, he’s swiping his leg out to push through yours.  You watch in slow motion as you see his laughing face then the ceiling of the gym as you flip and land on your back.

If you thought you were out of breath before…  “Fuuu-.”  It’s a wheeze that feels like it’s ripping your chest open.  You’re seeing stars.  Kiri stands over you, hands on his hips again.  You stare at his face; the hero has his hair pulled back into a bun.  You snort, rolling your eyes.  Why does he still look so fucking good?  The sweat has caused some of the pieces falling out of his hair tie to curl.  His hair has curl to it?  You’ve never noticed before, considering he always gels it into spikes.  You like the curl.  “Are you--are you gonna help me up, or what?”  It was still painful to talk.

Kiri tilts his head to the side, just slightly, and crosses his arms.  “I’m thinking not.  Last time I let down my guard you got those good combos in.”  You stare in stunned silence, sitting up so you’re supported by your elbows.  Kiri shifts slightly and if you didn’t know better, you’d say he’s backing up to… get a better view.   

“Is that any way to treat your student,  Red Riot?”  You know you get under his skin when he clicks his tongue against his teeth and holds out a hand with a begrudging eye roll.  He pulls you up with ease, quickly enough that you almost lose your balance, swaying into his space.  You look up, eyes moving back and forth between his.  

He draws in a breath and drags his bottom lip between his teeth.  “First of all,” he says as he places his hands on your upper arms, “I’m not your teacher.  I’m not that much older than you.  Secondly,” he mutters as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “our relationship isn’t that formal is it?”  He’s so fucking close.  This is getting dangerous.  Dangerous because Kiri is within kissing distance.  Dangerous because this gentle side of him is making you lose more breath than falling on your ass.  Dangerous because the thought of Kiri taking you on the floor right now is almost too much to bear.  

So you fall back on what you’re here to do.  Fight.  You flash him a wicked smile before rallying your quirk and teleporting a few feet away.  His hand is still raised in mid-air and when his head whips to look in your direction, his crimson eyes are narrowed and his nostrils are flared.  He laughs and rolls his neck, dancing on his toes.

“Okay.  I see.  I’m not gonna go easy on you, you know?”  You snort and put your fists up in front of you again.

“As if you were going easy on me before, Kiri.  Bring it on.”  He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth enough to make your thoughts swerve again before you bring them under control.  “Bring it on,” you whisper more to yourself as you brace for the fight.

Two hours later, you feel the strain in your muscles.  Your quirk is running low on reserves and you know you won’t be able to use it much more.  Kiri looks like he hasn’t wasted a breath but you can see he’s getting tired in the way his feet don’t move as sharply.  And if the length of time he’s using his quirk is any indication to his state of mind, you know the two of you will be calling it a day soon.  But you’re also both stubborn.  And you’re dying to get one more good move in on him.

The cockiness the two of you had at the beginning of the sparring session hasn’t gone away but has burned hot into determination.  No more smiles, only clear-headed concentration.  The two of you are an arm's length from each other, throwing various punches and switching quickly between using your quirks and not.  You’re breathing hard, sweat gathering at your brow as you throw another right hook that Kiri easily blocks.

“Get out of your head.  You can be too predictable sometimes.”  He doesn’t mean for it to come across as rude but the words strike a match to a guttering fire.  You bare your own teeth at Kiri even though they aren’t sharp and probably don’t look nearly as threatening but it helps you feel powerful nonetheless.  You drop without a second thought, lowering to your palms and sweeping your leg out in front of you in a wide arc.  A grin spreads across your face when your calf meets Kiri’s ankle.  He’s too physically dense for this move to work if he had seen it coming.  But he doesn’t.  And his solid 220 pounds of muscle falls hard.  

You allow yourself the satisfaction of the moment for only a split second; Kiri’s recovery time is much shorter than yours so it isn’t long before he’s scrambling forward.  He goes straight for your wrists to subdue you but with a smirk, you realize in his haste he’s put himself in the perfect position for you to possibly gain the upper hand.  You scoot up away from him just enough to drag his arm forward and swing your legs around his neck.  Then you elevate your hips and lock your core.

It’s over from there as you squeeze with every last ounce of strength left in your body.  It doesn’t take long for him to tap out.  You release as soon as you feel his loose hand tap your arm; he collapses over you and you’re too tired to move away or push him off.  Now his breathing is rough and you feel a surge of pride.  You reach up and place your hand on his head where his bun has come undone; he’s so heavy but it doesn’t feel bad.  In fact, the feel of Kirishima resting his head and upper chest on your stomach is feeling nothing short of good .  He’s still between your legs and suddenly the air is crackling with a new kind of energy when you gently comb your fingers through his hair.

He rises up, his hands on either side of you.  His hips rest between your legs; the mingled heat radiating from both of you is almost more than you can take but there is no way you’re going to move anywhere.  He leans forward, so close you can see the flecks of burnt orange in his eyes.  If you moved forward just a little, you could close that space between you.  He leans down more, his mouth right next to the shell of your ear.

“Maybe not always predictable.  You did good today.  Probably some of the best fighting I’ve seen from you so far.  Keep it up.”  He grunts, a shift of his hips allowing the curve of his cock to brush against your clothed sex through his gym shorts.  He stiffens in what you think might be embarrassment.  “Shit, sorry, let me just, uh--”  The stuttering mess he becomes right before your eyes makes something lurch in your chest; you reach for his face without thinking.

“Kiri,” you whisper, rolling your own hips against his.  His cheeks are burning a shade of red almost as vibrant as his hair.  You bring up your other hand, holding his face between them and bringing him down to settle over you once more.  Your lips meet his; he seems to war with himself for just a moment.  A suspended second in time.  But then he gives in, slipping his tongue against yours in a delicious sliding vision of what’s coming.

He reaches between you to slip his hand under your tank top; his hand is big and nearly encompasses your side.  But it’s warm and gentle.  Gentle.  Who would have guessed that Red Riot could be so fucking gentle?  But he is and when his hand moves lower to slide below the hem of your shorts, you give yourself to him with no reservations.  His middle finger passes through the mess of your sex; a hissed breath rattles through his chest as your back arches on a ragged groan.

“ Shit.  You’re so wet .”  He slides his finger back and forth, gathering your slick on the thick digit.  He takes his hand away and you mewl.  “Can I?”  He asks breathlessly as he hooks his hands on the hem of your shorts.  You nod, eyes half-lidded.  He pulls them down along with your underwear and the way he looks at you, at what’s between your legs, you don’t even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious.  Adoration.  It’s the only word you can think of and it makes you wonder if you’d made a mistake waiting so long.

He’s on his knees when he takes your legs and drapes them on either side of his hips; this time he doesn’t hesitate in slipping his finger into your cunt.  You nearly see stars just from that and if one finger is any indication, you’re in for it.  Slowly, he adds another, his hand pumping into you in a steady rhythm.  You’re grabbing for the ground, grabbing for him as a strangled noise pushes from your throat.  He reaches out with his other hand to splay it across your sternum and it’s the only thing anchoring you as he adds the third finger before scooting down to put his mouth on your clit.

“ Kiri,” you keen, shoving your hips into his touch, frantically scrabbling for his wrist that’s on your chest just to have something to hold on to.  He’s done this before, he’s had to.  He’s too good.  Too fucking good.  Already there’s coiling in your gut as incomprehensible words tumble from your mouth.  “Shit.  Shit.  Kiri I’m--I’m gonna--”  He rumbles approvingly against your clit; the vibrations send you closer and closer to the edge and when it crests, your back arches near pain as you cry out, your voice echoing in the gym.  It’s deep, roaring through all of your limbs but  Kiri keeps going, fingers still pumping, tongue still swirling around your sensitive nub.

Another orgasm breaks over you sharp and quick and the overstimulation has your legs quaking as your arousal gushes over Kiri’s hand and tongue.  But then he’s moving again, and you’re blearily aware that he’s shoving his own shorts and boxers past his hips to free his cock.  You stare as it bounces back to sit near the planes of his stomach; it’s already leaking steadily with precum.  Kiri looks back at you and when your eyes meet, you dart your tongue out between your lips to wet them.  Another time, maybe.  

Kiri leans forward to lift you up and the closer you get you can barely see any red in his eyes; his pupils are blown, his nostrils flared as he lifts you like you weigh nothing .  He could snap you like a twig.  But he won’t.  You know without a doubt this is the safest you’ve ever felt, even as he lowers you slowly over his cock and it does feel like you’re being split .

“ Fuuuck…”  You wrap your legs around him, your mouth dropped open, your hands gripping his shoulders.  You try not to dig your nails in but it’s almost impossible with how you’re being filled.  You knew Kiri was big but this was almost too much.  His forehead drops to yours as he pants.  But he’s not moving, won’t move until you tell him to.  It makes your heart ache and your cunt floods, drunk on the affection thrumming through your veins.  You roll your hips experimentally and the friction is bliss.  “Oh fuck, ohfuck.”  You move again, pushing yourself up and back down, listening to the hitch in his breathing.  “ Kiri, please, ” you whisper.  Those words… they’re enough.

Kirishima grips you by the hips, his fingers splayed and digging into the flesh; it’ll leave bruises and the knowledge cracks through you like electricity.  Let him leave marks.  Let him leave them everywhere.  He’s moving you up and down his cock, grunting, mumbling.  “Tell me, Kiri, tell me.”  His eyes meet yours again and his own mouth drops open.

“Fuck, you’re so good.  S’ tight.  Jesus, I-- ” Kiri moves his hands from your hips to support you as he lays you down on the floor of the gym.  The idea should be questionable but it’s not, it’s fucking not and you can’t concentrate on any other thoughts when Kiri grabs your wrists and pins them gently above your head with one hand while the other comes back to your hip.  He thrusts into you at a brutal pace but… it feels like home and you think in that moment as your cunt begins to seize around his cock that you would give up forever to continue touching him.

“Yes, Kiri, yes.  Right there, right--shit yesyes yes. ”  He pistons up, the veins of his cock rubbing just right and when he releases the grip on your hands, they’re moving to wrap around him on instinct.  He’s planting kisses along your jaw, mouthing up to your lips and back down to graze his teeth over your pulse point.  “Do it, fuckin’ do it, let them know ‘m yours, ” you slur and when he bites down you crash over the edge on a groan that’s really more of a scream.  Everything goes black but you're cradling him to you as his movements become more erratic.  The snapping of his hips is getting sloppier by the second and a steady growl punches from his lungs with each breath.  “Cum, Kirishima, cum inside me.”

He’s never heard those words before and it lights a fire in his veins.  His head is buzzing and then he can’t hear anything as his cock releases and he’s spurting searing hot ropes of cum into your cunt.  He goes until you’ve milked every last drop from him and he’d be lying if he said his world didn't suddenly feel whole.  Finally, his body settles and his chest drops to yours.  Everything slowly bleeds back into focus and somehow, everything seems more colorful than it did moments before.  You’re still clinging to him.

“Kiri.  Kiri, babe, I can’t breathe,” you say and he slowly rises, taking in your blissed-out expression.  Your eyes can barely stay open, your cheeks are flushed.  He backs up to see his handiwork on display, hyper-focused on the trail of the mingling cum dripping from the mess of your sex.  But you’re smiling.  Lazy and tired, completely at ease.  “Wanna take a shower?”  When you nod he doesn’t hesitate in standing to kick his underwear and shorts the rest of the way off his legs and then he’s grabbing you, scooping you into his arms and against his chest.  He pads out of the gym and across the hall to his bathroom where he deposits you on your feet, only after he’s sure you can stand and only long enough to turn the shower head-on.

He puts his hand under the water, waiting for it to get warm.  Steam billows from behind the glass door when he’s turning back to you to remove your tank top and your sports bra.  Thank god you chose the front-closure one today; you didn’t think either one of you wanted to struggle to get one up over your head right now.  When your breasts spill out of the high-impact fabric, you notice with tender amusement that his cock is half-hard again.  His eyes go dark again and he leans in for a kiss.  But it's slow and sweet. 

"You're so fuckin' beautiful," he whispers.  He ignores his arousal, ushering you into the stream of water.  Your care is the only thing that matters to him right now.  The heat slides across your body, and when Kirishima steps up behind you and begins soaping up your shoulders, it feels like heaven .

You take turns washing each other until you’re both blissed out in a different kind of way and the only thing either one of you can think about is sleep.  But the afterglow is fading and doubt is creeping in.  When you step out of the water, you stand awkwardly as Kiri hands you a towel.  “You okay?”  He’s actually concerned and you can’t put your finger on why you’re so fucking grateful for it.

“Yea, just tired.  I should, uh, probably get going.”  Kiri freezes and you think you’ve said something wrong, already crossed a line.  Your brain is like a broken record as the stomach-curdling image of having to see him at the agency flashes across your eyes in vivid detail.  But then he’s stepping into your space and pulling you in for a hug.  A hug.

“Don’t go,” he whispers into the crown of your head and it has you smiling like an idiot against his chest.  His skin smells clean and warm with a hint of spice.  You bury your face further in as you nod against him.  Then he’s leading you to his room, to the king-sized bed.  He peels back the comforter and the white sheets and pulls you in beside him.  Your back is against him and he hooks his foot around your ankles, bringing you even closer.  

He doesn’t say anything more, just lets out a huge sigh as he wraps his arm around you.  The last thing you notice before your eyes flutter shut is how your heartbeats are thumping at the same steady rhythm.  

Late afternoon sunlight slants in Kirishima’s bedroom window, creating interesting patterns across his blanket.  It’s pushed towards the end of the bed, your legs intertwined and tangled in the sheets.  He’s still dozing, his breathing not quite that of someone sleeping but not of a person fully awake.  You reach out to cup his cheek, stroke above his eyebrows, caress his lips with your thumb.  A contented sigh leaves his chest as he grabs your hand and kisses your wrist.  His eyes are open now and he watches you.  You smile at him, snuggling closer, not wanting the moment to end.

“Hey,” he says quietly, suddenly serious.  “I just want you to know, I don’t do this all the time.  I mean, I’ve been with other people before but I don’t…  I don’t really hook up .”  Things start clicking into place as you realize what he’s trying to get across.  He just fucked you stupid in his personal gym and somehow he looks bashful.  And because you love it, you’re not going to help him along.  You just watch, biting your lip to keep from giggling.  “I just.  I guess what I’m trying to say is I like you.  I’ve liked you for a long time.  And normally I would have wined and dined you first but...  Well.  Here we are.  Would you like to stay for dinner?”

That’s the last straw; your laughter comes bubbling out of you and Kiri is leaning back to look at you with a quizzical expression on his face.  “Is something funny?”  That just makes you laugh a little harder but the confused look he’s wearing has you leaning in to press your lips against his.

“I’ve liked you from the first day I met you, Kiri.  I’ll one-up your offer and tell you that I might like to stay forever.”  A grin rips across his face and your heart blooms with warmth and affection.  The world seems full of possibilities but none of them matter except for the possibility laying right in front of you.