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Presenting: A Mostly Complete Breakdown of the KotOR II Crew's Relationships With Each Other

(Assuming a LS Exile, a dollop of headcanon, and a lot of reading time)

Kreia

Kreia and Atton: Of all the crewmate dynamics in the game, this one's the most well-explored, with a particularly glorious smattering of high-grade explosives. What's maybe less apparent is why they hate each other. Atton's part is straightforward; his demeanor towards Kreia starts out the same abrasive, pseudo-hostile that's his default. It sours further when she talks down to him and acts like a holier-than-thou Jedi, but he'll still interact with her willingly. And it bottoms out into murderous, trapped loathing at the Telos academy, where Kreia becomes his slavemistress and he avoids her whenever possible, desperately hungry to lash out but terrified of her retribution.

Why does Kreia hate Atton so much, though? It starts out because he's an irreverent bastard, but I think it comes down to two main reasons. Number one is that he reminds her of Sion, her worst student. They're a pair of stubborn, sadistic, infatuated blockheads who took all the wrong lessons from Malachor and run about with their oversimplified conclusions causing destruction for no purpose but its own sake. Most importantly, what Atton shirks and what Kreia embraces is accountability. Kreia believes in ownership of one's choices to the point that she can't accept redemption – wanting to change, admitting you were wrong - as an honest decision. Atton? Atton doesn't believe in redemption either, but that's because he fuckin' bails rather than own up to anything. And when Kreia uncovers that, how he cowers from his own nature, her scorn is boundless.

Reason two is that Kreia would have rather traveled with the Exile alone, shaping them in isolation of other influences. Atton is the first spanner in this plan. Later on it becomes clear that the Force has designs for the Exile, and that their entourage is simply something she must contend with, but Atton still gets the short end of the stick here because he's one of the companions who wants to get close to the Exile, especially if they're a lady. And the possibility of Atton, who is a lesson in doing everything wrong, influencing the Exile? Not on her watch.

Kreia and Bao-Dur: Bao-Dur is one of the crewmates Kreia hates most, though not through any fault of his own. He defies her probing (she really doesn't like it if she learns he actually can be read, just not by her), and she also dislikes the old and powerful connection he has with the Exile, because anyone who can mold the Exile, or who they'll turn to for support, fundamentally undermines her mentorship. Bao-Dur is neutral to Kreia at first but comes to distrust her the more he overhears. Her guidance to the Exile sets off a lot of red flags, but he doesn't really feel prompted to act on it unless the Exile starts listening to her – whereupon he'll incorrectly blame his General's fall on Kreia and attempt to act in their protection.

Kreia and Mira: Kreia doesn't particularly see Mira as a threat compared to many of the others. A foolish little girl clinging to a code that will get her killed, yes. But she's not an obstacle to her plans for the Exile, being as standoffish as she is, and so Kreia leaves her to her own devices, biding her time for the day she'll be tested. Mira is very wary of Kreia without fully understanding why – looks harmless, but Mira's good at feeling people and Kreia gives her all kinds of bad vibes – so she keeps a wide berth. Any conversations they've had have been very short and very acerbic on both sides.

Kreia and Brianna: This gets really complicated if you ascribe to the 'Kreia is Arren Kae' theory, which I do. It would certainly explain why Kreia's hackles go up when Brianna joins the crew, when the connection to Atris and later her antipathy for Visas is something she makes liberal use of, and also why she's so disapproving of training Brianna to be a Jedi when she expresses very little opinion on the subject for anyone else. There might be a smidgen of an old desire to keep her out of harm's way (and even moreso, to remain free of the Force and its machinations), but Kreia refuses to allow whatever feelings remain influence her decisions – and she throws Brianna right into harm's way when she uses her at the rebuilt Enclave and drops her off at a freshly-unhinged Atris's feet. That right there kills any nascent thoughts I might have had of Kreia approaching Brianna for any constructive reason during their earlier travels. Before everything goes down, I don't see them crossing paths much – Kreia has an especial desire to keep her distance and Brianna is not one to socialize.

Kreia and Mical: There is not a lot of interaction that can happen when you've been mindwhammied into forgetting the other person exists. I don't think Mical knew Kreia was on the ship at all until the game's climax, even when he was looking right at her. Kreia has an interesting opinion on Mical, though. She definitely disdains his idealism and softheartedness, but I think she does respect him in a backhanded way – he's the only one who managed to figure out what was happening, and actually forced her hand in order to keep the game afoot. I certainly read a sort of admiration in “you were a wasted pawn of the Republic,” and that's more than anyone else on the crew gets out of Kreia.

Kreia and Visas: So Kreia resents Visas, a lot. She did not want the Exile to have to face Nihilus, and Visas's arrival locked that very dangerous confrontation in stone. She adapts her plans quite successfully, because she's nothing if not resourceful, but Kreia's attempts to prey on Brianna's distrust and inflame her jealousy have nothing to do with any threat Visas presents. I think it also comes back to her scorn for both weakness and redemption; if Visas was weak enough to have her will crushed, she doesn't deserve to be lifted up, and the Exile only wastes their limited energy on a pity project. On her end, Visas is a remarkably mellow individual, but Kreia is the one person on the ship she does not trust. The others are clear presences through the Force, even drawn towards the Exile's alignment as they are. When she looks at Kreia, her sight is... blurred. Difficult to see. And her Master had spoken of his own Master, a Darth Traya...

Kreia and Canderous: I doubt Kreia sees Canderous as anything more than one of Revan's creatures, broken upon their charisma and following their orders in vain. She's generally pretty uninterested in any of the crewmates beyond their potential uses, but her treatment of Canderous is especially dismissive in that she doesn't even care if he sees her for what she is. I find her general scorn of the Mandalorians interesting, given that they do espouse a lot of the philosophy she shares in-game – they have a sink-or-swim ideology that eschews aid and forces each member to survive on their own merits, always seeking adversity to become strong lest they dull their edge, without falling into the Sith trap of self-destruction through infighting. I guess they're not subtle enough for her tastes. Canderous hates her for the same reason Atton does – she didn't even try to hide the fact that she was manipulating him, just nailed him to the wall on day one. Even if she hadn't been so blatant, I doubt Canderous has much trust for Jedi-types lying around after the plot twist of the first game. Revanchists, he's totally game to hang out and swap war stories, but Kreia's more of the 'preachy old crone in robes' breed of Jedi and he remembers what happened the last time he trusted those.

Kreia and T3-M4: Oh boy, but Kreia does not like the metal cinnamon roll. She's got issues with her students having attachments to people that aren't her, and she already dislikes droids for their immunity to mental alteration and probing. Which is actually intensely hypocritical of her, since she otherwise praises things that are dead to the Force and can defy its will – but I suppose it's less laudable when the Force in question is her own. Same as how Kreia praises focusing on practical skills rather than the Force, yet apart from her persuasion has few of her own, which is why these droids can defy her so. Add in that it's T3's navicomputer lock that's preventing Kreia from discovering where Revan has gone, and it's no surprise she blasts him in the cut content. For T3's part, he's never liked the old woman – she's very rude, yes, but more important is the question of how exactly Kreia got on the ship in the first place. How and when, I don't know, but she definitely hijacked T3's ship at some point and interrupted his Very Important Mission. Even if their goals ended up being aligned, T3 has issues with people who think they don't have to ask for his permission.

Kreia and HK-47: For this one, we're back to Kreia's refusal to view droids as people. In her eyes, HK-47 is yet another one of the tools Revan lavished their time on in a meaningless sidetrack from their true potential. Unlike T3, though, HK doesn't present an ongoing obstacle, just a blunt instrument and an irritating reminder of her former student's proclivities. HK, for his part, frequently occupies his processors with potential scenarios where he could terminate the old-model meatbag without compromising his Master's integrity. The unusually strong Force bond presents an altogether new challenge for his assassination protocols and he's eager to overcome fresh obstacles – for purely hypothetical purposes, of course.

Atton

Atton and Bao-Dur: They tolerate each other, which is as good as things get with Atton. It's a sort of wary, untapped understanding that they've both done some shit and don't want to talk about it, and they've kind of got a personal issue with the other's war crimes (and that sure is a KotOR II sentence) but don't think it's worth it to drag it out. It could warm up into something friendlier if they ever hashed out an understanding – they have some crucial things in common and could really get each other in a way most of the crew couldn't – but it would take something big to get that talk to happen. Apart from the history, Bao-Dur thinks Atton is ridiculous and Atton thinks Bao-Dur is a stick in the mud and a gearhead, but they do trust each other to have the General's back. And that's the most important thing to both of them, so they get along all right.

Atton and Mira: They snipe at each other constantly, and get into more verbal brawls than anyone else, since they're both pretty chatty and not afraid to insert themselves into other people's business. But their relationship isn't as hostile as it looks from the outside, even if it has involved stolen equipment and at least one minor sonic charge being planted on the pilot's seat. They annoy the hell out of each other, but Atton is about as fond of Mira as he is of anyone who isn't the Exile. She's relatable without the traits that make him despise himself, and when they're on the job, the two of them often end up backing the same strategy, or spouting very unintentionally synchronized “oh, kriff no”s to someone else's, despite having no actual desire to agree with each other.* And Mira thinks Atton's an idiot, but he's a familiar kind of idiot, and he's good for a laugh (read: easy to wind up and create some on-demand performance art.)

(*For posterity's sake, group strategizing usually slices out like this: Atton, Mira, and Visas on Team Sneaky Fuckers; Brianna, Canderous, and HK-47 on Team Why Don't We Just Light The Place Up; and Mical and very occasionally Bao-Dur on Team I Am Very Concerned You Would Suggest That. Kreia would be a Sneaky Fucker but refuses to provide positive reinforcement to any of these cretins. Poor T3's contributions go nearly unnoticed due to half the crew not understanding Binary. G0-T0 vacillates between Sneaky Fuckery and systemic elimination of all obstacles depending on the situation, and for Hanharr, do you even have to ask?)

Atton and Brianna: They openly hate each other. Brianna thinks Atton is undisciplined and uncouth, Atton thinks the Handmaiden's a self-righteous bitch. The reason they really loathe each other instead of the usual 'just thinks that person is really annoying' is because they don't trust each other to have the Exile's best interests at heart – Atton thinks she's a spy and Brianna thinks he's a slimy, lying opportunist, and if she learns who he really is, that's going to get five times worse. Both of them have fantasized about kicking the other's ass at length, but Brianna has too much discipline to start a fight and Atton's worried that he might not come out on top. Killing her would be easy, but an honorable duel with a crazy Echani ice queen who spends every waking hour boxing air in her skivvies? No thanks.

Atton and Mical: Atton despises Mical on principle. Everything Mical does infuriates him, no matter how innocuous. Mical needs help in a firefight? Useless fop, don't know why we let him tag along. Mical heals Atton afterwards? Pushy asshole thinks he's better than me. Mical asks Atton to pass him the salt at breakfast? Get it yourself, you needy bastard. Mical looks in the Exile's direction? Die in a fire, Blondie. He drags him endlessly, coming up with a stream of excuses to hate him when the reality of it is that Atton's pissed that Mical is a better person than him in every single way, and has decided to react to that by resenting his existence rather than, y'know, trying to improve himself at all.

On the other side, Mical dislikes Atton - it would be very strange if he didn't - but he's patient and diplomatic, rarely rising to the bait and occasionally extending olive branches (which only serve to make Atton angrier and more unreasonable.) He wants Atton to work out his issues, because that in turn would be best for the Exile who cares for all of them, and also because he hopes that it might get him to improve his behavior. Of course, it'd be much simpler to drop Atton off on the next planet, but unfortunately he's already ruled out the possibility.

Atton and Visas: They don't interact much. Visas doesn't have any particular feelings about Atton; she trusts him because his feelings towards the Exile are clear and that's the only metric that matters to her. Atton doesn't care that she was Sith, it becomes obvious by like three days in that she's not a threat and the Handmaiden's full of it – it's her servility that creeps him out. It's that Jedi tendency to act like drones instead of people. He doesn't know what to do with that (he does, knows a lot about how to crack open their shells, but not in any way he wants to remember), so he keeps his distance. The sad thing about this is that they do have some big things in common; they're ex-Sith who lost all hope in the galaxy only to have it restored by the Exile, who they'd gladly die for because they don't value their own lives and because the Exile is so much greater than they could ever be. But I can't realistically see Atton taking his walls down for that conversation to happen. Visas can talk about her feelings but keeps to herself; Atton reacts to emotional honesty like a wet cat.

Atton and Canderous: Pretty hostile. Atton's not as overt about it as Bao-Dur (since his hate congealed in a different direction), but he has any veteran's grudge against the Mandalorians and doesn't love the idea of them reorganizing. Canderous has a thick hide when it comes to trading jabs, but he's less tolerant of anyone shit-talking his people and their honor, and you can bet Atton has made plenty of snipes from the relative safety of the Exile's favor. Atton eventually ends up crawling to the Exile to bail him out after Canderous calls him out on his bullshit and challenges him to throw hands, because he could kick Atton's ass in a brawl and Atton fully knows this but will not admit it.

Atton and T3-M4: T3-M4 has done nothing wrong in his life, ever, and Atton is proof that there is no fairness in the galaxy. T3 retaliates by inconveniencing Atton in endlessly small ways – colliding with him while he's carrying food, tweaking his laundry cycle to singe his clothes, constantly changing the astrogation system's access codes. And, of course, baiting him into pazaak only to crush him with his superior logic matrices. Atton brought all of this on himself and T3 would strongly consider stopping if Atton would only apologize and admit he has been very rude and mean. He doesn't.

Atton and HK-47: A flaming mess. Atton distrusts T3-M4, who is a cinnamon roll with a shock arm; now take his irrational hatred of droids, add in psychotic programming and an expressed desire to murder everyone on board, and you can be sure he's sleeping with his door locked. This is made worse because while HK-47 also hates Atton, he's very interested in his past as a fellow assassin and Jedi-hunter – irritated that Atton seems to have fallen prey to that insidious meatbag disease known as 'regret', but he has no desire to respect those boundaries and is highly curious about comparing their tactics and K-D ratios. Mostly because HK wants to express his clear superiority over his meatbag imitators, but also because there may be an opportunity to refine his craft. (If we're dealing with a DS Atton, they still hate each other, but it's because Atton is as disgusted by the idea of a droid doing his job as HK is of him. But you can expect a lot more open debate of torture tactics at the breakfast table.)

Bao-Dur

Bao-Dur and Mira: They don't have an awful lot in common, but they interact well enough. It's part because Bao-Dur is the king of the garage and Mira spends plenty of time in there, and part because Mira likes to poke people to see how they'll react (and at first, she really wants to know if the beefcake Zabrak does talk or if he just tinkers in the droid bay all day looking like a snack.) Bao-Dur's a wallflower but he can sass back with the best of them when prodded, and he's gotten involved with Mira's maintenance more than once - enough for Mira to grudgingly respect that damn, she runs a tight ship with her equipment but this guy knows what he's talking about.

Bao-Dur and Brianna: Unfortunately I can't really see these two coming together outside the field. They both keep to themselves in their spare time, and neither of them are the type to initiate conversations, so most of their talks have purely been strategy or reacting to situations as they happen. They're both pretty practical and goal-oriented people, so they don't clash. The one place these two intersect is Telos – Brianna is actually very impressed with Bao-Dur's work and considers him singularly skilled. If she expressed that, things might warm up a bit, though Bao-Dur definitely has some not-so-charitable thoughts about why a Jedi Master was sitting around stealing power from Telos's already strained grid instead of helping with the restoration efforts in any way.

Bao-Dur and Mical: They get on quite well. Bao-Dur's more of an introvert while Mical likes to strike up conversations, but they're the two most Republic-positive people on the Hawk and they're both appreciative of the other's work, which is a good foundation. Mical definitely has questions about Bao-Dur's extensive experience with Telos on his studies of worlds sickened by the Wars, which is a topic Bao-Dur has a direct interest in – he'd hoped to branch out before the Telos Project started going sour. They've had plenty of problem-solving brainstorming sessions, even if their musings in their respective fields tend to go way over the other's head. I was also gonna bring up that they both think the world of the Exile and find endless inspiration in their actions, but that's kind of true for everyone in KotOR II: The Simp Lords. Still, it's those two and Visas who are the least afraid about expressing it.

Bao-Dur and Visas: They go for a long time without crossing paths, but they've got plenty in common – they're fundamentally gentle people who struggle with feelings of despair and anger borne of PTSD, and they both appreciate solitude to center themselves without actually having a real desire to self-isolate. I could see them taking up a companionable silence one day on the Hawk while the others are off adventuring, and in time coming to meditate or simply exist together. They've both got a planet's worth of trauma on their shoulders and they could forge a strong connection if one of them ever reached out.

Bao-Dur and Canderous: Bad, bad, bad. Bao-Dur's deal is self-explanatory – he hates the Mandalorians with an all-consuming fervor, to the point where he's uncomfortable with himself, and Mandalore's presence on the ship just drags it all out into the open. And Canderous doesn't understand this, or the depths of Bao-Dur's PTSD; he sees a skilled warrior who was instrumental in his people's defeat, which he's been taught not to personally resent. So, y'know, there's nothing stopping him from dropping by and striking up a chat between two old warriors. And he figures out real quick that Bao-Dur's the type that holds a grudge, but I don't think he can really grasp just how deep it goes. In Canderous's world, if you've got a problem, you brawl it out. Bao-Dur could only begin to find common ground with a Mandalorian if he was shown some remorse, which just isn't going to happen. Now make it not just any Mandalorian but their leader, this symbol for everything he despises, who loudly intends to reunite his scattered thugs and murderers for the next great war? Yeah. It's bad.

Bao-Dur and T3-M4: They have a rocky start, since T3 really doesn't like that suggestion of a memory wipe. But Bao-Dur's not going to press if this mouthy Astromech is that opposed to it, and if I had to peg one guy on the KotOR II Hawk who sees droids as fully-fledged people, it's gonna be him every time. The Remote talks up Bao-Dur enough for T3 to trust him with some maintenance, and it leads to a gorgeous heat sink on his processors and the smoothest treads of his life. It doesn't take long for Bao-Dur to become T3's favorite, second to the Exile. T3 repeatedly rants to Bao-Dur about all the incredibly annoying and illogical things the organics on this ship get up to. Bao-Dur chuckles, agrees with everything, and never breathes a word of it to anyone else.

Bao-Dur and HK-47: HK-47 is a one-of-a-kind piece of machinery, but Bao-Dur could really do without the cutting remarks. If he has to hear 'Insincere Placation' one more time, he's kicking him out of the garage. And if it's not the disparaging comments about his skills as a mechanic, it's the frankly disturbing homicidal musings. Bao-Dur wonders if programming a droid to be this single-mindedly murderous constitutes abuse. HK, for his part, does come to respect Bao-Dur's skills, and has very good reason to fear self-proclaimed mechanics after a low-repair amnesiac Revan did unspeakable things with a hydrospanner. But his friendly musings about the laudable efficiency of the slaughter at Malachor V and the truly impressive galactic implications of all that death did not produce the enlightening discussion he'd hoped for.

Mira

Mira and Brianna: Mira first saw the Handmaiden from afar when she was stalking the Exile on Nar Shaddaa. They meet properly when Mira's poking around the ship, and okay, yeah, Mira sees why this girl fought like a dancer with that electrostaff – she spends all her time training. Like, does she even know what fun is? An intervention is necessary. In her efforts to get the Handmaiden out of her shell, Mira drags her out of the cargo hold for anything she can think of – the latest gossip on the Ebon Hawk, girl talk, drinks, blaster practice, an improvised dartboard with a picture of Kreia taped over it. Brianna really doesn't know what to do with this attention at first, and she's very put off. But Mira refuses to let her be awkward, and... even if all these customs are foreign to her, she finds she does enjoy being sought out? By the end of the game, those two are tight-knit. Mira's eventually the one who teaches Brianna how sarcasm works, something which Brianna wields with terrifying precision.

Mira and Mical: Mira's decent enough to the guy, but with a distinctly condescending flair. The Disciple is like a pet, maybe – cute, harmless, and doesn't do anything useful as far as she can tell. Well, that's not strictly true, because he's good for getting Atton to act like a ronto in heat, but she doubts the Exile keeps him on for that. They've squabbled before on missions when Mical had an issue with laying out a minefield on civilian turf (they were just flashbangs and stunners, dammit, what does he take her for?) or thought talking to a bunch of crime kingpins would work. Still, he's nice to look at if you can tune him out.

Mira and Visas: Mira tries to draw this one out of her shell, too, but with much less success. It's part because Brianna really hates Visas and Mira doesn't get their Jedi crap enough to work out whatever this spat is, so Girls' Night dies before it ever has a chance to become tradition. The other half is because Visas barely reacts to anything Mira does – she'll never refuse her company, but she seems indifferent to everything Mira tries to engage her with. It makes Mira sad, and also really uncomfortable, and she eventually gives up for fear that she's just dragging around someone who doesn't know how to say no to her. (This wasn't strictly the case. Visas is terrible at enforcing boundaries, but she generally didn't mind – just didn't really understand what was expected of her. Aimless chatter is a luxury she had to relearn. On the whole, just being on this ship that teemed with life and determination instead of draining them was often enough for her, and she spent many hours feeling and observing the others from afar.) But Mira doesn't stop watching Visas, and she's relieved when other members of the crew, and of course their fearless leader, connect with her in their own ways.

Mira and Canderous: Man, this one gets complex. Mira loves to pretend that she's over her past, and she's super not. The Mandalorians are the only family she remembered. It was screwed up on a lot of levels and she understands that better now than she did then, but... she knew who she was when she was one of them. Dreamed of being one for real someday, before Malachor ended everything. So finding the hidden enclave on Dxun stirred up a lot of mixed feelings. She keeps her distance from Canderous, but she's drawn to him anyway. It's Mandalore, a legend brought to life, of course she's curious – that's normal, right? And maybe one day he offhandedly comments that she handled something like a Mandalorian, and it means the world to her and she's not prepared for it, at all, and she tries to play it cool but ends up spilling that she halfway was one. And they swap stories for a long time after that. She doesn't take him up on his offer of returning to Dxun with him, but she feels a sense of completion, maybe closure, that it was made. Canderous obfuscates it, because no one will accuse him of going soft, but he's fond of that girl. She's got real fight in her.

Mira and T3-M4: For a while, they don't really interact, but Mira's eagle eye eventually catches that many of the inconvenient accidents on board the Hawk coincide with a little Astromech whirring by moments before disaster. Which is concerning, but also really funny, given that the usual butt of the joke is either Atton or HK-47. So she does what she does best and gets involved – either she gets a piece of the action or she's busting his operation. T3 promptly pops out eight pieces of weaponry she didn't realize a utility droid could have mounts for, wheels her over to a holoscreen, leverages her right back with the secret stash she keeps under the docking ramp panel, and recruits her wholesale. Everyone those two dislike proceeds to have a very frustrating week. She doesn't understand Binary, so they can only ever talk when T3 plugs himself in and types, but damn, Mira thought she had a mouth but that droid is sassy. Scrappy little fucker runs the ship from the shadows - she's staying on his good side.

Mira and HK-47: Mira tries very hard to pretend that HK doesn't unnerve the hell out of her. She's seen those things in action and she's not entirely convinced this one isn't a plant that's going to drill them in the back once some unknown trigger is tripped. HK-47 is deeply offended by the accusation – less that he would murder them all if he could, and more that Mira can't recognize how his abundance of personality and far more intimidating looks set him apart from his mass-produced copycats.

Brianna

Brianna and Mical: In-game, they can't ever interact, but I like to imagine that all six of the Lost Jedi come along with the Exile. These two have an awkward start – she's a soldier trained not to question while he's a historian who does nothing but. Mical has some questions about Atris that'll get Brianna's hackles up, and she'll want nothing to do with him for a while after that. But as she travels with the Exile, she'll come to realize that he's right; Atris's actions run counter to her spoken principles, and the Exile is a truer expression of the Jedi teachings despite having been cast from the Order. They'll coalesce most post-game, when Brianna sets aside her single-minded dedication to combat to become an archivist. Mical has plenty of interest in helping her with Atris's salvaged collection and disseminating the information within.

Brianna and Visas: Visas is demure and respectful – Brianna bites her head off every time she speaks up. It's a mess. Brianna's been raised with an incredibly black-and-white, fear-based set of views on the Jedi. There's no redemption for Sith in Atris's academy, only punishment and execution. The Exile skated by Atris's conditioning with their Force magnetism, and to a lesser extent, their similarities to Yusanis – Visas is not so lucky. Brianna's jealousy isn't strictly romantic in nature, though. The way I see it, it has more to do with her deep-seated feelings of abandonment and never being good enough no matter how hard she works. She thought she and the Exile were forging something special, that the Exile saw something in her that no one else had (and maybe that was even true, maybe she does have potential), and then they went off to gallivant with a Sith. She feels cheapened, replaced – maybe even scorned, if the Exile sees her the same way, as something broken and wrong to be fixed. And she can justify it to herself with what Atris taught her instead of actually confronting her own feelings. So it becomes a mantra: Visas is a Sith, she cannot be trusted, and all the time the Exile spends with her is time for her to sink her hooks into their mind.

I would like to think, on a LS run (as a mirror to what happens on a DS one), when Kreia tricks Brianna into despair and she subsequently discovers Atris's corruption, that Brianna has an epiphany – that she was watching for enemies in the wrong places, and that Atris's teachings had blinded her to what was evident in Visas's stance, if only she'd been able to accept what she saw. And by the time they band together on Malachor, they've buried the hatchet. Visas accepts this heartfelt apology readily – she never held a grudge even when Brianna was snarling at her daily. Post-game they become quite close. They understand plenty about what it means to dedicate yourself to someone out of desperation and out of inspiration, and they more than anyone else on the crew share the Exile lifting them up and setting them free. And they share their strengths – Brianna passes on her knowledge of combat now that she's ready to set it aside, and at her behest, Visas spends the time to teach her to see through the Force so that she'll never be blinded to others' hearts again.

Brianna and Canderous: Brianna's wary of Mandalore and disagrees stridently with him on philosophy – they agree on fealty and discipline, but discussing the purpose of combat has led to some raised voices and a few worried (or popcorn-crunching) eavesdroppers. But they do respect each other as fellow warriors. They've sparred a few times, even if Canderous refused to remove his raiment in a minor bit of tradition-crossroads. Canderous even lost a round or two, which he is damn impressed by but privately worries about for weeks later. He's getting old.

Brianna and T3-M4: Brianna largely ignores T3-M4. This is probably a good thing, since T3 holds a grudge from when she stole the Ebon Hawk and delivered him to Atris, where he had a very unpleasant time of things. He was not happy to see her board the ship yet again, and kept a close optic on her for a while. Eventually he decided she was unlikely to repeat offend, and she at least doesn't make a mess of the ship like some organics, but the beeps and boops he uses to address her are not especially polite ones.

Brianna and HK-47: Brianna cannot fathom why the Exile reactivated the assassin droid, and once it starts talking, she really doesn't understand why they keep it around. This is mostly because it's clearly a psychotic tool of war, the kind of single-mindedly bloodthirsty creation Atris always accused the Exile of being, and its company is... unbefitting for the hero she's come to know. But also, and she stubbornly refuses to admit this to herself, she's frustrated that the Exile thinks they need more firepower on the battlefield. Isn't she good enough for them?

Mical

Mical and Visas: They get along very well. They start interacting early on, when Visas first joins the crew and has all kinds of old untreated injuries that need tending. After the medbay visits taper off, the meditation visits start. Mical's curious about Sith philosophy and techniques and Visas is pretty much the most tailor-fitted discussion partner the galaxy could have possibly given him on those topics. Visas is dubious of Mical's own views, particularly that he clings to them when he's seen so many things that undermine them and readily admits this, but over her travels with the Exile comes to appreciate his steadfast optimism more. They're both very gentle people and Mical could do wonders in shoring up Visas's lost faith – a favor Visas pays back in full when Kreia betrays the team and leaves Mical to the horrifying realization that the Force is decaying around the Exile. She feels his distress and seeks him out, invites him to meditate together as he so often approached her, and repeats the words he always insisted upon – no matter how fraught it seems, there is always hope.

Mical and Canderous: When Mandalore joins the team, Mical's immediate concern is the Exile's mental health. Bao-Dur has clearly been doing poorly since Dxun and it's hardly a secret the Exile shares much of the same trauma. He keeps to the background and watches carefully, his own few interactions with the man being brusque and dismissive. Carth is... concerned, to say the least, when Mical reports of a new Mandalore; it gets interesting when Mical's next transmission contains some footage. Much like the player, it doesn't take Carth long to pick up on the fact that Mandalore's voice is just Canderous's through some filters. This is how poor Mical ends up as the go-between between two old frenemies, passing notes back and forth like he's stuck at the middle desk. That said, he's greatly relieved that their Mandalorian contact is on the up and up; he would not question the Exile's decisions, but did worry about what might come of them until it became clear this was all the work of the Force.

Mical and T3-M4: They first met when Mical requested to see the records of the Exile's trial. T3-M4 was wary of the request, but organics who are actually courteous to utility droids are a rarity, and Mical eventually won him over without having to fetch the Exile for proof. Once T3 finds out that Mical has connections with Carth Onasi, they're fast friends and occasional coworkers, though there's a bit of friction involved because you know Carth would have told him to fish for any information on Revan's whereabouts, and T3 can't talk, as much as he'd like to reunite his old (and new!) friends.

Mical and HK-47: Of all the unfortunate meatbags HK-47 must share the ship with, it is the Republic one who clearly has the least merit. He has tried to convince his Master why a bit of target practice is necessary to keep his assassination protocols from degrading in the monotony of hyperspace travel, but for some reason truly unparseable to his processors, he has repeatedly been denied on this front. On Mical's part, HK-47 is a firm reminder of Darth Revan's character whenever his musings about their war strategy start becoming too favorable.

Visas

Visas and Canderous: It's so wild to me that I would have never known anything was here at all, if those legends over at TSLRCM hadn't brought back all of those Visas-Canderous interactions on the Ravager. Like, Visas forcing him to keep on fighting after a gravely wounded Canderous tells them to leave him behind, that he's not useful anymore... Hello?? My girl came full circle???

I don't know how much these two coincided before the end of the game, because they are exceptionally different people. Visas tends to hang in the background, and I doubt Canderous spared the Miraluka in the aft dorm that much thought beyond “damn, they make Sith different than they used to.” But there are no words to express how Visas felt when destiny called them back to Telos and not a single one of the crew balked in the face of her Master – and nowhere did that sentiment land harder than Canderous, who mustered an army to stop a second Katarr and walked with her to face her nightmare in person. (It wasn't for a lack of will on the others' part, and I suspect many of them were strident about wanting to join. In a lot of cases, the two-party restriction comes down to game mechanics; here, it's that Nihilus would have straight-up eaten anyone else. Visas was the only Force-Sensitive he wouldn't, the Exile was the only one he couldn't.) She's well aware it wasn't a personal favor, but the reasons pale in the reality of it; she had believed nothing could stand before her Master, and together, Canderous and the Exile proved her wrong. And Canderous is forced to reassess Visas afterwards, once he's done licking his wounds and kicking himself for a lapse in resolve so bad a Sith had to haul him up and tell him to get moving. Which is where he got it wrong; a Sith she is not, but that girl's got beskar in her, especially if she survived that long as that thing's apprentice.

Visas and T3-M4: At first, T3-M4 is quite cross about being overloaded via the Force and the attempt on his new Master's life. But the immediate request of termination is... concerning, and observing the following chain of events leads T3 to suspect that she'd been given orders that went against her core motivators, something T3 is distressingly familiar with. He observes Visas for a bit longer – he developed a number of protocols regarding Sith in his formative months - but soon deems them irrelevant once he's mapped her behavioral patterns and found them quite agreeable, if perhaps more cloistered than strictly recommended.

His initial diagnostic of conflicting orders seems correct, and T3 enacts a policy of friendliness in simpatico. Whenever ship maintenance takes him towards the aft dormitory, he brings her little things like Atton's share of dessert or interesting lightsaber parts from Bao-Dur's workshop. Visas is at first convinced that the Exile has simply programmed the droid to attend to her in their doomed quest to save her, but at some point she comments on it and discovers they genuinely have no idea what she's talking about. She does not know what to do with this information, but is immensely moved by the little droid. As a being without presence in the Force, Visas sometimes has difficulty perceiving his movements; when she admitted this, T3 developed a policy of emitting a low-volume sound pattern in her presence.

Visas and HK-47: HK was very excited when a Sith joined the crew - still irritated that his Master didn't simply dispatch the assassin like any being in possession of functioning logic circuits, but hoping that perhaps this was his chance to witness and partake in some real carnage. He ends up despairing when Visas ends up just as soft as the rest of them. She even eventually retracts her statement that all life exists for the purpose of being systemically extinguished! The Exile is a truly distressing influence.

Canderous

Canderous and T3-M4: Canderous affectionately calls T3-M4 a hunk of junk. T3-M4 affectionately calls him an obsolete model propped up with bulky life support mods. The little trash can's grown a spine since he last saw him – that, and Revan clearly taught him some creative curses while they were out on the edge of space. Canderous will never admit this and will lie through his teeth if accused, but he misses the old crew dearly – now more than ever that he's back on the Ebon Hawk. Having the droids around is an old, comfortable bit of nostalgia.

Canderous and HK-47: Canderous might be the only non-Revan meatbag HK-47 actually likes. It's mutual – HK's a fine soldier and an unreal shot with a scoped rifle, even if he's looking a little worse for wear these days. HK frequently seeks out Canderous to complain about the inconsistent and highly inefficient moral codes so many of these meatbags seem to possess. “Jedi,” Canderous agrees. He'd think a bunch of war veterans, particularly the type with a history of blowing up planets, would spend a little less time plucking loth cats out of trees and take a little more initiative with the armies of people trying to kill them, but he figures you can't take the Jedi out of the Revanchist. At least they're not boring.

T3-M4

T3-M4 and HK-47: Revan's two old droids are not friends. It's like a cat and a dog (or maybe a kitten and a grizzled bobcat) fighting over their Master's affection, except their Master left for milk a while ago and the only thing left to squabble about is who was more useful. Mutual accusations of obsoletion abound. T3 is very smug that HK spent a chunk of Revan's travels deactivated while he was present all along; HK, who is incredibly pissy that he was not involved in the grand plan and the game of cover-your-tracks that followed, never fails to point out that somehow, T3 failed so immensely that Revan saw fit to dismiss them both and carry on without backup, and that he at least does not have such a blatant error in judgment on his record. Add in that T3's tenure of the ship has involved hijackings and total crew pacification by a Sith warship, an Echani saboteur, and a band of slavers, and it's wholly understandable that this new Master decided they needed a more reliable droid.

It frequently comes down to HK-47 threatening the jumped-up Astromech with termination while T3-M4 smugly dangles the metaphorical car keys in his face.

G0-T0

I'm putting the crimeball in his own category because G0-T0 has remarkably one-note relationships with everyone and there isn't enough to say. It's really simple; they don't want him around and he doesn't want to deal with them. The only one worth any note is Mira, who he has identified as a reliable agent and a potential asset when it comes to delegating side jobs. She's proven capable of bringing in targets alive, which is a directive he's had some trouble with in the past. Mira's wary of having a major Exchange boss a few doors down from where she lays her head, but less on principle and more that she'll get caught in some conflicting-employers spat. And she wouldn't say no to some credits as long as the job didn't go against her sensibilities.

There's another exception with HK-47, because some of the restored content implies he and G0-T0 had a history – but personally I do not know what to make of this, because their timelines do not line up and it doesn't come up later, leaving me to think it was a dropped plotline like Kreia zapping T3 or Kaevee and the holocrons. I'd like to do something with this, but there isn't enough for me to go on. About as much as I can say is that HK-47 is quite cross at this comically rotund intruder for bobbing onto his base of operations and attempting to dictate orders when any being in possession of optics can tell his Master is clearly the one in charge, and for not having the decency to invade his ship without a fail-deadly detonator baked into his circuitry. But really, anyone who had employed so many of his sub-standard clones and established the galactic reputation of HK units as bounty hunters was going to fall pretty hard on HK-47's shitlist.

Bao-Dur has strongly considered 'accidentally' damaging some vital components when G0-T0 seeks him out for maintenance. The Remote is a very enthusiastic ball-shaped devil on his shoulder.

Unfortunately, I can't comment on Hanharr since I've never played with him, even on the one time I forced myself into a Dark Side run. But the vibe I get is pretty similar to the above; nearly all of the crew would stay well away, with HK being the only one actually enthused at the prospect of having him around. But I don't know Hanharr well enough to tell if that could even be mutual or if he's just furious with everything.

#if there's any dynamics i missed or you think work differently #let me know!#kotor #kotor 2 #kotor ii #kreia #atton rand #bao-dur #mira #brianna #the handmaiden #mical #the disciple #visas marr #canderous ordo #t3-m4 #hk-47

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dream-meister-translations · 10 months ago

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DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 2 PART 20

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Several days later, under the clear blue sky…

KAI : Aaand, we're done! Ahh~!

GUI : Our observations... We’ve successfully completed our observations…

EMMA : Well done, everyone!

SION : Tsk. Making such a fuss over observation reports...

KAI : Weren’t you also making a big fuss and crying to the teacher, Sion?

SION : W-Well...

EMMA : I was quite surprised when I heard that Sion’s Dream Flower had turned black…

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SION : E-Est!! I have a big problem!

EST : Whoa, slow down. What's going on, Sion? You're not acting like yourself.

EST : You're still recovering from what happened, so try not to get all worked up, okay?

SION : My... My Dream Flower turned completely black!

EST : Oh? Dream Flowers reflect the owner's dream power. It must have been influenced by the dark fairy that possessed you.

SION : I see. S-So once I make a full recovery… The flower will as well? ...W-Well seems I caused quite the commotion…

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KAI : Heh, at least our group project was a complete success! Let's celebrate with a good dinner tonight!

SION : What are you talking about?

SION : It wasn't a complete success. There were many areas where we fell short, especially you, Kai.

SION : Your analysis of magical therapy during the recovery phase is too simplistic.

SION : You haven't observed enough cases, and your focus on the progress of each one is too narrow.

GUI : Uh...

SION : Gui, don't rely on my report too much either. You could have explored at least ten more variations in the magical subject.

GUI : Y-yes... Um, Sion, how do you know so much about the magical subject even though it's not your specialty?

SION : ...The Magia Seminar is a place where you can study both magic and witchcraft.

SION : It's not strange for me to understand your field.

KAI & GUI : ...

SION : What's with those faces? Am I saying something wrong?

KAI : Haha, not at all.

GUI : Right...

EST : Emma, thank you for your help. The students really appreciated it.

EMMA : Hehe, I'm glad I could be of assistance.

EST : I'd like to take a moment to express my gratitude, but there's something urgent I need to discuss.

EST : It's about that gun you asked Gui to analyze. It's going to get a bit... sketchy.

EMMA : !!

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ANGE : Nya~a.

EST : We're back, Ange. Thanks for watching over things.

KAI : Hey, Ange! Were you a good kitty?

GUI : We're back! We'll feed you right away.

ANGE : Nyaa~!

SION : Ange... I'm back.

ANGE : ...Pfft.

EMMA : (Hang in there, Sion...)

We sit down on the couch in the conversation room, being careful not to crowd Sion, who looks particularly dejected.

EMMA : Sorry, Gui. I know you're busy, but there's something I need to say.

GUI : It's... It's fine! You've been a great help, so don't worry about it...

CROW : Thanks, Gui. So, what have you found out about the gun?

GUI : Well...

GUI : This gun is undoubtedly a magical instrument. However, I don't know much about the specific magic embedded in it...

EST : I also tried to investigate it, but it seems to involve very ancient magic.

EST : There are seals and such, making it difficult to decipher. I'm sorry, but we're at a dead end.

EMMA : I see...

GUI : But, I know someone who might have some insight into this. He's an acquaintance of my late grandfather, or more precisely, a friend of my grandfather who passed away.

NOAH : Someone involved in some shady business?

CROW : The kind of people who do things that wouldn't earn them praise, like criminal activities?

GUI : Um, well... this person is not necessarily a bad guy. He wants to make sure that magical instruments like this don't fall into the wrong hands...

GRANDFLAIR : I understand, Gui. Please continue.

GUI : Yes. I asked them myself, and he gave me some information about this gun.

GUI : It seems that this gun is being circulated through a certain black market...

GUI : And the people controlling this distribution route are...

EMMA : ! Who are they?

EST : They are an illegal organization known as the Bloody Lady, rooted in the pleasure capital of Graveland.

NOAH : The Bloody Lady...?

CROW : An illegal organization, huh? Sounds pretty dangerous.

EMMA : Could they be connected to Nanashi and the others?

CROW : If they’re the one distributing these guns, then…

CROW : …Things could get really bad with these in circulation…

NOAH : So, are we going to fight the Bloody Lady?

EMMA : If they’re Nanashi’s allies and trying to destroy people's dreams just like them, then we’ll have no choice.

GRANDFLAIR : We should exercise caution.

GRANDFLAIR : They’re an underground organization, and we know very little about their numbers or true nature.

EMMA : Waiting until harm is done would be too late. I think we should act immediately.

CROW : I agree. If we keep playing catch-up, we'll never get ahead.

GRANDFLAIR : ...And if it turns out to be a wild goose chase… We might just end up falling further behind…

EST : There's one more thing I'd like to discuss...

EST : Magia Seminar is willing to help you, too.

EMMA : Huh...?

EST : We wanna work with you to stop Nanashi and the Bloody Lady. We can split our efforts.

EMMA : But...

KAI : Oh, no need to give us the ��but it’s dangerous” spiel or anything like that.

GUI : This gun and the remote they had are likely very advanced magical instruments.

EST : It's highly probable that someone well-versed in magic and witchcraft is on the enemy's side.

KAI : So, it looks like it's our turn to shine, right?

GUI : Whether it's magic or witchcraft, magical instruments or not, they are meant to bring happiness to people. I can't allow them to be used to hurt others!

SION : I wanna make up for all the trouble I caused…

EMMA : Everyone...

EST : So, Emma, can we count on you from now on?

EST : As a comrade and, if possible, as our guild keeper.

EMMA : Yes!

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MIRROR : ...

MIRROR : Hmm, that was rather tame and predictable, wasn’t it?

NANASHI : Is that a complaint I’m hearing as soon as we get back~? They threw some surprises our way, you know~.

MIRROR : Everything went according to plan. This is just one of the typical futures I foresee.

NANASHI : Sure, sure, if you say so~

NANASHI : ...Oh? Impatient as always. I was actually planning on reporting back soon.

??? : How are her abilities?

NANASHI : Purification, you mean? Very real. My Black Fairy was taken away.

??? : I see... hehe.

NANASHI : So, what's the plan from here?

??? : We meet Emma. And… help give them a nudge in the right direction.

NANASHI : Huh?

MIRROR : The king’s making his move already? It’s too soon…

NANASHI : Mirror’s right… What am I doing all this work for if we're just gonna jump the gun?

NANASHI : ...Whatever. Selfish as always…

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LANNES : Oh, this isn’t good!

INTEL : And you’re noisy. Please, it’s bad enough we have to pull these all-nighters.

LANNES : Apologies. Cleaning up after the chairman again?

INTEL : He disappears at the worst possible moment every time... I want to grind that carefree face into compost.

LANNES : The chairman's habit of going missing isn't something new, though. But he is taking it to the extreme…

INTEL : Sigh... So, what were you yelling about earlier?

LANNES : Well, we received a message from Emma and the others.

LANNES : It seems that the Bloody Lady may be connected to the organization we're chasing, and...

INTEL : What!?

LANNES : It's a serious situation. If the Bloody Lady is involved, it's inevitable that the Primus Club will be...

INTEL : Shh! Keep it down. The Federation isn't officially aware of the relationship between the Bloody Lady and the Primus Club.

INTEL : ...At least not openly.

LANNES : Adult secrets, huh. In any case, it's going to be a sticky situation...

LANNES : Emma… Please stay safe…

#Yumekuro #YMKR #Yumekuro Translations #Yumekuro Chapter 2 #Chapter 2 #YMKR Chapter 2 #Dream Meister #Dream Meister Translations #Otome #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy Translations #CH2P20

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apupp3tw0-strings · 1 year ago

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Exclusive Interview with Spamton G. Spamton

Date: October 12th, 2131

Today Papa and Dadaton have mostly been sorting out logistics stuff, figuring out how the whole Spamton situation is gonna work, some ground rules and expectations, some schedule stuff to make sure some one's around to watch him and figuring out days for regular check-ins/therapy talks... it all seemed really boring to me and I didn't get half of it so I decided to go do something else.

Specifically, I decided to have a little interview with Spamton. There were a lot of questions I felt I needed answers to, however I knew it'd be rude to just jump straight into sensitive topics. Additionally, I felt since its gonna be living with us now for the time being, I may as well try to get to know my puppet pal a little better.

So here's how that went.

Q: Good morning Spamton. How are you doing today?

A: HEY H3Y IF IT ISBT ThE [City in a Garden]]!! WHUT CAN [Yours truly] DO YA 4 KID?

Q: I just had a few questions for you, if you don't mind. Sorta like an interview.

A: AN [Exclusive interview with] ME?!? AHAJEHAHAHA!! OF CORSE [[Little City]]! [Send your questions below]!

Q: Awesome! Then let's just start with the first question I got down here. Your full name is Spamton G. Spamton, correct?

A: U BET UR [[Low rank currency]]!SPAMTON G. SPAMTON! EVERY 'S FAVORIT [Number1RatedSalesman] [[circa1997]]!

Q: Putting aside the fact your first and last names are the same for now, what does the "G" stand for?

A: TEH [[G]]? AHAHEHAJAHA! I HAVE N0 CLUE. [@gmail.com]? [The Greatest th1ng you've seen on ]? Y? WUTS THE [g] IN [Chicago, IL] G BLU K STAND 4?

Q: Oh, what's MY middle name? Uh, Ghost. Well, that or Garamond. My dads couldn't really decide when I was born so it sorta stands for both.

A: THEN SHUDN:T IT B CHICAG0 [[GG]] BLO0K?

Q: Gyeh heh! Maybe. Anyways, next question. So you've mentioned a few times that you used to be a "Big Shot", or some big and famous, kinda like my Dadaton is out here in the Light World. Can you tell me a little bit more about that?

A: AHEAHAHAJA! OH B0Y CAN I EVR!! BACK IN TGE [Good ol days] I USED 2 BE ON TOP OF THE [[World Wide Web]] KID! BIG [Deals] BIG [Cars] BIG [All included stay at] QUEEN'S MAN SION! I WAZ FINALLY A [Big Shot], I HAD IT [[All u c0uld want & more!]] AND I DID IT @LL W/0UT TEH [Help Wanted] OF THOSE [[Backstabbing]] GELUS [All we do is ] 2!

Q: Riiiiiight. The Addisons. I heard you were like them though, before your rise to fame at least. What was your relationship like with them before everything went down?

A: K1D UR GONNA NEED 2 BE A LOT MOAR [Item specifications]. THEREZ AL0T OF [[Your Ad Here!]]

Q: Fine. Specifically the ones you worked with. Click? Flash? ... (I didn't get the names of the other two...)

A: ... [Clear Cache] & [[Ad Banner]]. I D0N;t WABT 2 [Talk 2 a licensed prof3ssional] A BOUT TH0sE [[Traitors]].

Q: Okay, fair, fair. Touchy subject. Should've probably expected that. Especially after what I heard about your guys fall out and how they sorta... um, abandoned you. I, my bad. L-let's just move on to another question.

A: AHAHAHEHA! Y3S! LET'S.

Q: Um, okay, here we go! You seem to like cars alot. You've especially mentioned them in great lengths when talking about your "Big Shot Era". Do you have a favorite model?

A: Y MY FAVRITE IS N0NE OTHER THAN TGE [[Brand New!!!]] [Ride around town in our] SPECIL [[1997 Cungadero]]! THIS [Sweet Ride] WILL MAKe ALL UR [Hopes and Dreams] COME TRYE WHILE [Ride] LEIK A [[Sweat Dream]] 2! FOR ONLY [10 easy payment of] [[666]] KROMER TGIS [Dalmatian puppies] CAN BEE YOURS 2DAY!!

Q: Ah. I've uh, never heard of that car but, um, cool! So then, hopping back to before your Big Shot days real quick, what did you used to do before selling cars and stuff?

A: THAT'S [Lemon Squ33zy]! I USED TO BE NOTHING BUT THE E_MAIL GUY, NOW I'M THE [[It Burns! Ow! Stop! Help Me! It Burns!]] GUY!

Q: . . . Ooookay then. I think that moves us to another question I've been curious about. What... what's with the burning?

A: WHAT [[Oh God! Help! Please stop! Help! It Burns!]]ING?

Q: That! I... Spamton. Yesterday you stared directly at the sun for several minutes. That HURTS. I know from experience that staring directly at the sun will like, burn your eyes.

A: AHEAHAHAHA! [[Amazed at thi5 amazing transformation? You too can]] HAVE A [[Communion]] WITH [[Unintelligble Laughter]]!

Q: I... (Now I'm even more confused...) okay let's just move on. Okay um... no, no, deeeefinitely not... I... what was your with last night?

A: L4ST [Alone on a Friday Night?]

Q: Yeah. Do you remember what happened last night? When you woke me up?

A: AHEAHAHAEHAHA! KID I HAVE NO [Inn0vative new ideas] WHA uR [Chat w/ our esteamed representative!]

Q: The- the ringing? You mentioned ringing. You said it would stop and told me not to pick up, you don't remember that??

A: . . .

Q: S-spamton?

A: ... Don't pick up the phone.

After that, Papa came into the room and asked if he could borrow Spamton so they could discuss stuff, to which Spamton immediately switched demeanor and rushed off with him.

... I think I'm left with even more questions than when I decided to start the interview.

#chicago #deltarune au #deltarune: fool's fate #fool's fate #undertale au #undertale ish #writing #spamton

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awakencities · 7 months ago

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RELATIONS — 关系

✶ 𝒖𝒚-𝒇𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒊 𓂃 consisting of damian, seline, kiegan, daevan, sione, mizuki, heaven, graziella, azrael, felicity, and wei zhu. the siblings are from affluent families in europe and asia, but regardless of their background, they have always been down to earth. felicity went through a lot of ups and downs with her siblings, the bond they have is undeniably strong especially since they were separated for a few years before finally reuniting once again in the philippines. after their nana passed, felicity made sure to still carry on the family traditions along with her siblings. and for her, these are the people she’d always choose in a heartbeat.

✶ 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈-𝒖𝒚𝒔 𓂃 the clans that own most of mainland china. despite the influence and power their family has, felicity grew fond of her cousins who were still down to earth and loving. she treats her cousins—knives, tobias, coraline, vegara, and yulianne— like her own siblings, each cousin playing a respectively playing a special role in her life. meanwhile her uncle tobias walton and her aunt georgina lisette, both her mother’s siblings, stood as her second parents after her biological parents’ tragic passing.

✶ 𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒑 𓂃 their mothers dreams came true when the two girls considered each other as their one and only best friend since they were in nappies. during her childhood, she only ever felt free whenever she bonded with cindy. for her, she can let down her walls and her best friend would always catch her. being her best friend’s sun is one of the reasons why she has the motivation to get through each day. the person who witnessed every phase of her life is cindy, the person she trusts the most. felicity considers cindy’s love as the purest form of love she constantly receives. after all, the both of them would drop everything they’re doing just to be there for each other.

✶ 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒔 𓂃 the two met back in high school during a battle of the bands competition. felicity was finished giving reminders to the band she was handling when she heard a familiar tune, to her surprise, she saw jude busy playing with his guitar backstage while waiting for the competition to start. she was hesitant to approach him at first given that they were competing against each other, thankfully, the lady gathered the courage to walk up to him. they connected through music; the similarities they have when it comes to it, their favorite artists and songs, hence they became close after a couple of after school jamming sessions. jude was also supposed to be her blockmate in the university of sto. tomas, but felicity chose to study in another university. both of them stayed in touch by meeting up for jamming sessions around manila whenever they’re free.

✶ 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒐 𓂃 the lady never expected that her passion in dancing would bring her close to nathan. he was the love felicity thought she didn’t deserve especially after she got out of a toxic relationship. nathan’s love for the lady was gentle and pure, much different from her past. and so, she considered him as her puppy love. their relationship ended with nathan realizing he only felt attraction towards the same gender, and felicity understood his sentiments wholeheartedly. they didn’t end on bad terms, rather they became good friends after their relationship. and as years pass by, they only grew closer while they continuously support each other in their own endeavors.

✶ 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𓂃 with her love for music, felicity just couldn’t resist going to the gig her college friends invited her to. thankfully, she went along with her friends given that she enjoyed saint’s performance a lot, the lady would definitely love to see him perform again. surprisingly enough, a week later, their paths meet once again as they walk along the hallways of ateneo de manila university. the set list saint chose did catch the lady’s attention hence, she approached the man with no hesitation and conversed with him— starting then, the two became friends.

✶ 𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒖 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒈 𓂃 a lovely maiden she met during her stay in the united states of america. their friendship started at the hamptons after felicity decided to approach ylia. the ladies’ bold personalities seem to just click instantly, and since then, people would often see the two strolling around different states in america whenever felicity visits.

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tonya-the-chicken · 2 years ago

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Thinking about it, feels like 3 regular 4channers are always in your inbox but if anything 4chan, maybe the defining characteristic of Tetsu Inada should be his tweet about his father's death. He wanted to share his feelings but he also wanted to not be a bummer and joked but also added sentiments and shared his unresolved issues. He isn't like most voice actors with their strict unwritten rules and high on privacy but is more into being like his pro wrestling comm, always putting on a show.

*He almost always cosplays his character, always dresses in loud colours and almost never puts on a suit and can pull off bad fashion sense in a way Endeavor can't, tweets as if he were his character especially when wishing fellow voice actors he has worked with, reads the source material for any major role and keeps up with the series, shares most HCs, but has very few main character or secondary main character roles and is thus not ss prominent even as a veteran of the industry.

*This reminded me of an anime he was in- Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles. See, there too everything seems to be going in a typical and pleasant fashion and suddenly there comes two arcs that change everything and throw everything that happened before upside down and fickle as fandom are they jump ship and try to bluff or boast we knew this would happen/we were right from before but there was no way in those days they were. Why expect a changing character to be re-retrospected more negatively?

*I really don't think theres ever been a case like Endeavor- someone bad actively trying to change except it only to suit the plot rather than a character development which is just empty endeavoring. The VA's original headcanons were during the dinner episodes. After the revision to volume 31 came out a few months later he put a little distance unlike before when he was hyping too much. The assistant Noguchi is the one that should be called really tone deaf but he's he.

*the part about him lightening the mood always, even other colleagues and VAs like Deku and Dabi's VA describe him as a pleasant and dad-like or big brother type person who always make the mood light and bright. And thats apparently what he did during the recording too. Also something grom 4chan the only time he didn't roleplay felt odd. When congratulating Shoto's VA on his baby he told the couple don't look at the Todorokis as an example. It was an odd thing to say in between the usual rolepla

*yet there was an undercurrent. In the stage event when Shoto's VA had said he was looking forward to Endeavor's future, (he doesn't read the magazine unlike Inada) Inada apparently said its the VA looking forward not Shoto. Later during the Jump Festa Inada wasn't there but it was livestreamed worldwide and all the VAs sounded so apologetic, many times, about the Todoroki family story. Considering Hori says he based it on Sion Sono movies I'd say the notes he'd have given would've been worse.

He sounds like such a great dude! I'll feel very sorry for him if the todofam plot won't have a satisfyung ending. He genuinely cares for his character

#asks #bnha #bnha manga spoilers

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a-fucked-up-little-story · 1 year ago

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xking:

The King lay limp in the embrace his face a painfully red hue of crimson. Wh- He opened his mouth to stutter only to close it again and open it again once more. He lay there trying not to move a inch trying not to breath in even- his face all the while glowing with embarrassment as his mind started to fuzz into a blur of warmth. He did, infact have to breath and so the HERO king exhaled, his lungs quick to snatch back in another burst of air before he got a chance to rob them once more. And god- that smell. It made his heart slow his eyes relax, it was somewhere familiar and safe, the back of the man he had slept prompted up against while in the academy many nights. A man he had relied on, a man he had loved. “Really now….”

He held him tightly, his chin resting down against the top of Sion’s head. Having both him and his pillows here was enough to cloud his mind again, the tension in his muscles loosening at long last. The arm underneath Sion’s head twitched its fingers as he allowed himself to relax, his eyes fight but fail to stay open. The softness of the bed, mixed with Sion’s voice and scent, the warm of his body against his beating heart. It felt familiar, in both good and bad, but right now, he’d take the good in it. He... apparently slept for two whole days, but he could really use the rest of the day. Especially while Sion seemed a bit like his old self.

“I don’t think I can fall asleep in my own bed anymore.”

Ryner Swapp AU

@xking

#ic; ryner #xking

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mcrcki · 3 years ago

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look at all those starter slots!! wouldn’t you love to fill them just in time for hidden’s second mini event?? i know i would if i were you. but then i would be writing with myself which.. nvm please come react to this for some starters !! below the cut will be some information about what my girls are doing, if they’re dressing up, if they’re really enjoying the faire, if they’re working, anything really! you all know i love to ramble!! but some quick rules, cause man do i love rules :) please specify who you want your starter for or else i will not complete the request !! i am also capping this at THREE requests per writer, just so i can write with everyone !! other than that, come click on through for details about my lovely angels !!

ginny weasley || harry potter || 5/5

ginny is always down for something new, a new adventure, a new place to visit, what have you. she’s definitely gotten a lot of people on her tiktok fyp who are doing like renn faire outfit ideas, so she’s kinda excited to go to one here. she will be dressing up, but only because she was able to find a cute outfit with pants. you can find that here. she’s not here to work, just here to enjoy herself. you can most likely find her hanging around the smithy, the jousting competitions, axe throwing, and the pirate pub crawl! come hang out !

hermione granger ( swan )

fred weasley ( marie )

bill weasley ( annie )

molly weasley ii ( chany )

marcus flint ( j )

leia organa || star wars || 4/5

leia will most definitely be in attendance, and in full costume, which you can find here !! she thinks it’s important that she show face at any major gathering the city has, to be a face amongst the crowd so that people do not feel as though she is some higher being that is never around. she will especially be there, having fun with her family since a certain someone will not be in attendance. you can find her perusing the shops, attempting to pull excalibur from the stone, watching the performers and joining in on some of the dances! stop by and say hello!

isabelle lightwood ( swan )

padme amidala ( marie )

obi wan kenobi ( salsa )

ben solo ( jodie )

marlene mckinnon || hp : marauders era || 4/5

marlene will not be dressing up for this, those outfits look itchy and uncomfortable. you can find what she will be wearing, a normal outfit for her, here ! she will be enjoying some of the faire, mainly here to follow only with the pirates, maybe check out the mermaids and definitely figure out where people are getting those giant turkey legs. once the pub crawl is through.. she will definitely be trying her hand at some sword fighting, or maybe axe throwing. something that seems more exciting than just wandering around! but you should come hang out and enjoy her chaos!

gwen stacey ( websncardigans )

alastor moody ( salsa )

felicity mckinnon ( j )

sirius black ( jodie )

omega archeron || sw : the bad batch || 4/5

omega has put on a nice flower dress and that’s about as much dressing up as you’re going to get from her, you can find that outfit here !! despite not being into the dress up aspect of the faire, omega is genuinely excited for this. she will probably go once or twice, mainly cause it’s an excuse to actively train with her bow. she’ll be down at the archery fields, maybe checking out some shops before ditching the hot outside air for something air conditioned and selling coffee outside of the faire grounds. feel free to join her in that escape!

evie grimhilde ( char )

stiles stilinski ( sam )

sion val palpatine ( alex )

gir ( mia )

pj halliwell || charmed ‘98 || 4/5

pj is thriving !!!! she is so so excited. she was debating opening her own flower stall, but figured someone else would’ve beaten her to it, so instead she will be living her best life at this faire dressed as a fairy, going around and doing little magic displays and handing out flowers. she is here to make everyone’s days a little bit more magical so come hang out and get a little bit of magic !! she’s definitely having fun going to all the stalls, joining in on the dances and having just too much fun, please let her give some of that excitement to you!

martin blackwood ( ollie )

nie mingjue ( kasey )

eddie kaspbrak ( salsa )

parker halliwell ( jodie )

rowena ravenclaw || hp : founders era || 4/5

rowena has been breathing a sigh of relief friends. finally people are dressed normally, for her, she can put on a dress that she is most comfortable with and is just happy to not feel out of place doing it. i won’t lie, she’s being a little annoying, pointing out historical inaccuracies and making comments that certain things wouldn’t have existed at that time, but she’s trying to not do it tooooo much. she will be spending some time at these potion stands, wondering just what someone without magic is claiming as a potion. will definitely be watching some of the jousting though, just for a little bit of something fun and exciting, but mainly she’s just enjoying the atmosphere of the faire!

zhongli ( sunny )

albus dumbledore ( britt )

salazar slytherin ( j )

aloth corfiser ( mia )

sella palpatine || star wars || 5/5

this is so cute and a great excuse to get out of work! she has rented a costume, which you can take a peek at here! honestly, this is just such a nice distraction from everything she’s been dealing with outside of work, all of the stress she’s been going through, she is excited to just cut loose a little and have fun in a nice dress! she will be around hanging out at some of the shops, taking part in the dancing, trying to win some of the prizes, maybe contemplating getting a job as a mermaid!

noah czerny ( ollie )

han solo ( marie )

allana solo ( kasey )

claire novak ( char )

silco ( alex )

sophie hatter || howl’s moving castle || 3/5

another one of my babes who is highkey relieved for some clothes that feel far more within their comfort zone. honestly, if sophie could wear what they’re wearing to the faire every day, they would be very happy. they are currently running ‘sophie’s hattery and flower stall’ where you can find any and all beautiful hats to complete and outfit, or some flowers to make your day just a little brighter and smell a little sweeter! they will be dragged to enjoy some more of the faire by someone running a potion shop across the way, so if you see them out and about, just know she is probably looking for her way back to the stall, but you are more than welcome to grab her and make sure she enjoys the festival and doesn’t just exist to work.

wednesday addams ( britt )

elosie bridgerton ( annie )

asmodeus alice ( mia )

suki || avatar the last airbender || 3/5

honestly, suki is kinda just here to see what all the fuss is about and then probably dip. she definitely is not dressing up, and is looking like she does on most days off. but if you see her around, feel free to come hang out, maybe convince her to stay around for longer. she will probably stay to watch a joust, or try out some of the sword fighting, but really that’s about it. but come hang out while she’s still around in the faire grounds !!

katara ( swan )

kyoshi ( sunny )

ty lee ( kasey )

tatum riley || scream ‘96 || 4/5

tatum is not really dressing up, but she is telling everyone she did. wearing a cute dress with a corset top is a good outfit right?? please come tell her it’s a good fit, she really did not think she was going to go to this until like a day before and decided ‘fuck it might as well.’ she’s probably going to just be hanging around the shops, maybe get a cute flower on her cheek, or be very concerned about the sword swallowers. either way, she’s here to just kinda check it out and see what the faire has to offer!

lumine ( kasey )

anne shirley cuthbert ( britt )

eddie munson ( sam )

peter ballard ( alex )

#hw: starter call #long post tw #hwminievent2

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 4 years ago

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Boston - Chris Evans X Reader (3/3)*

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Word Count: 2.2 k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW! Oral (Fem receiving), bit of fluff

Summary: On a girls trip, boys are off limits. However when a kind stranger gives you a helping hand you can’t help but break the rules.

A/N: This is the first time i’ve properly tried to write smut, past attempts have just not been up to the standard I’ve seen elsewhere. So if its bad i’m sorry!

When you pulled up outside Chris’ house you were surprised at how down to earth it seemed. It was so him though, he didn’t seem like the person who wanted a flashy man-sion. Getting out of the car Chris was by your side in an instant taking you hand in his as he led you up the drive to the front door. As you approached you could see dodger in the win-dow excitedly watching the two of you. Walking in dodger came bounding over to the two of you waggling around not being able to decide who to go to first.

“Hey bubba, you remember (Y/N)? The cute girl from the harbour?” Chris asks scratching dodger behind the ear.

You bend down to give dodger some fussing “yes hello, aren’t you the sweetest boy in the world” you coo giggling when he licks your face.

You continue to fuss dodger as Chris walks off toward his bar. “What’s your poison?” He ask grabbing a glass and a bottle of whiskey pouring out a drink for himself.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having” you say walking over to the bar.

“Careful its strong” Chris warns passing you a glass.

“Are you saying I can’t hold my liquor?” You counter taking the glass bringing it to your lips taking a large sip, Chris watching you the entire time.

“Clearly you have no problem” he smirks taking a large sip of his own drink “give me just one moment i’ll be right back” he says walking off down the corridor.

As you waited you started walking around his living room looking at all the photos and stuff he had on display. You smiles looking at all the pictures of him and his family, especially the ones with his niece and nephews.

You couldn’t help but start imagining a life like this with him. You’d never felt this way with anyone before, even with your ex’s you never pictured a future with them. But with Chris you could and it was crystal clear. You wanted to meet his family, you’d only been on one date. A date that wasn’t even officially over yet.

You were so caught up in your daydream that you hadn’t even noticed Chris had returned. Not until he wrapped his arms around your waist kissing your neck.

“Your family look really nice” you say placing your hand on top of his.

“They are, I think they’d like you” he admits making your heart swell.

“I’d love to meet them some day” you say quietly.

Chris kisses your cheek “I’m sure you will” he smiles taking your hand in his “follow me” he says leading you down the corridor he disappeared into earlier.

He leads you into a small but cosy sitting room. The fire was lit and there were blankets and cushions on the floor. There were also candles lit around the room casting a warm glow around the room. It was the most romantic thing you had even seen. You were falling for Chris had and fast.

He led you to the blanket and put an arm around you as you sat down. You rest your head on his shoulder breathing out a sigh of content.

“You okay?” Chris asks looking down at you taking your hand in his.

You lift you head so you could look at him properly, your eyes settling on his bright blue ones. They were some of the most beautiful eyes in the whole world.

“I’m perfect” you smile reaching up to press your lips to his.

He instantly responds cupping your cheek to keep your there as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as his other hand runs down to your hips pulling you closer.

“God” Chris moans as he pulls out of the kiss “this is gonna sound insane but something about this seems different” he sighs brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“A good kind of different?” You ask.

“The perfect kind of different, the i’ve never felt like this for anyone before” he sighs taking your hand in his “I’ve never fallen for someone this quickly to the point I don’t want you to leave and if you do I might just follow you” Chris admits making you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have a problem about that, especially when I feel the exact same way” you admit making his smile widen as he pulls you closer once again.

“God you are incredible” Chris mutters running a hand up and down your side.

“How incredible?” You ask with a playful smirk.

“Words cannot describe it” Chris says cupping your cheek running his thumb over your bot-tom lip.

“Show me then” you whisper.

A smile plays on him lips before he grabs you by the hips and moves you to straddle him. You place your hands on his jawline as he leaned up to kiss you deeply. His hands run up and down your back squeezing periodically. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss and your tongues start dancing, battling for dominance. You run your hands down his chest slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You run your hands across his chest making him moan in to your mouth. His hand move down your back onto your thighs before moving back up under your skirt resting his hands on your ass before squeezing it.

“You’re definitely an ass man then” you say referring to one of his old interviews.

He chuckles before pressing another kiss to your lips “you don’t even know” he says squeezing your ass again, this time much harder.

He attacks your lips again before wrapping your legs around his waist as he stood up, carrying you as if you weighed nothing at all.

He slowly walked you towards his bedroom gently placing you down at the foot of his bed. You pushed his shirt off his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you pulling down the zipper of your dress that quickly fell to the floor. He pushes you back down onto the bed quickly crawling on top of you kissing, biting and sucking you skin as he works down from your jaw-line down to your neck and down to your breasts. He swiftly unclasps your bra giving him full access.

You gasp arching your back as he wraps his lips around the sensitive peak, swirling his tongue around it before gently nipping at it with his teeth. He massages your other breast fiddling with the peak between his fingers squeezing periodically. You could feel your core getting wetter and wetter and your coil getting tighter and tighter. You felt yourself getting close to your climax and he hadn’t even touched you down there.

Running your hands down this chest you fell all his muscles tensing as your traces your fingers down them until you reached the top of his pants. You pull at them unbuttoning them and pushing the zipper down before moving to push them down. Chris presses his lips to yours again as he helps you take of his pants, as he kisses your neck again you smirk as you notice the very obvious tent in his boxers. You move to push the waistband on his boxers down but his grabs your hands and pins them above your head.

“Not just yet darlin’” he whispers before kissing your ear lobe.

Using one hand to keep your hands above your head, his other hand travels down your body until it found your panties. When his hand finally pressed against your hot core you let out a gasp as he let out a low moan.

“god, you’re so wet” he mutters as he slowly begins to run his fingers up and down you through your panties.

“its all for you” you moan as he presses harder.

He moves down your body to crouch between your legs, hooking his fingers around the top of your panties and pulling them off in one fail swoop. He bites at his lips as he takes in the sight of your core dripping in arousal for him.

You gasp feeling all the air leaves your lungs as he attaches his lips to your sensitive bud, massaging it with his tongue sucking periodically.

Before you could even think of anything else he attacks your folds licking a strip upwards before diving in as if this was his last meal on earth. The moment he delved his tongue in-side you had your thighs grasping, as you almost lost it right then and there.

As he picked up the pace your breathing quicken, your gasps quickly turned to moans when he started rubbing your clit in time with his assault on your pussy.

You held on, feeling your coil tighten to the point of no return.

“Let go baby, i’ve got you” you hear Chris say and that was all you needed to reach your cli-max. Your body shook as the best orgasm you’ve ever had worked it was through your body, Chris not letting up until your breathing slowed and you no longer saw stars.

“Oh my god” you mutter as he presses his lips to yours once more allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

Not wanting to wait a second longer you palmed his manhood through his boxers drawing a groan out from his lips. You slide your hand under the waist band to wrap your fingers around his length gasping at its sheer size. Chris pushes his boxers off as you pump his a couple times eliciting deep moans from him. He grabs your wrist removing your hand from him.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep this up” he warms kissing you again deeply.

“You better get on with it then” you smirk making him chuckle before reaching into his bed-side table to grab a condom.

You watched in amazement as he slips in on, his eyes catch yours making him smirk.

“You like what you see” he asks.

“Get over here before I finish the job myself” you warn playfully.

“Now that is a sight i’d like to see in the future” Chris says as he moves to hover over you.

As he does so you can feel his length press up against you sensitive core making you moan into his mouth as he kisses you.

“Chris-“ you stutter you chest heaving as you desperately wanted to feel more.

“Tell me what you want darlin’” Chris says kissing your neck rolling his hips to press against your harder.

“I want- I need you” you moan, you barely have time to finish your sentence before you feel his tip press into you.

You gasp you body not able to decide what direction it wanted to go in. You bite you lips hoping to keep your moans at bay as he slowly presses further and further into you. You felt stretched beyond what you thought was possible, once he was fully sheathed the both of your chest heaved as you stilled for a moment. He gave you a moment to get used to him before tentatively rolling his hips which drew a long moan. Taking that a sign to go he slowly began to repeatedly thrust inside you. You felt yourself clenching around him making him groan as he continued to move.

As he increased the pace you had to try harder and harder to keep your moans at bay.

“Don’t hold back darlin’ i wanna hear it all” Chris moans as he thrust harder and deeper into you.

You clench moaning out loudly no longer caring. Soon Chris’ moans joined yours as he picked up the pace. Moving your leg to rest over his shoulder allowed him to press deeper and hit that spot you were dying to feel him.

“Oh god” you moan when you feel your coil tightening once more.

All you could go was grasp hold of Chris, pleasure taking over your body to the point that you were unable to move.

When his hand moves to rub your clit you lost all control, feeling yourself clench around him tighter as you had your second climax of the night. You could feel him pulsating as your walls fluttered around him. You could hear him moan as he shot his load still thrusting as you both rode out your highs.

He pulled your chest up to his as you both tried to catch your breath. He presses quick kisses all over your neck and face as your breathing returned to normal.

“That was-“ he starts still panting.

“The best i’ve ever had” you finished resting your forehead against him.

“You read my mind” he smiles pressing his lips against yours, a kiss that was slow and meaningful, full of love.

Once cleaned up you lay in bed together, your head resting on his chest.

“Can you pass me my phone?” You ask looking up at him.

He reaches out grabbing your phone passing it to you. He watches you, running his fingers gently up and down your back as you typed out a text. Once done you put the phone away resting your head on his chest again.

“What was that about?” He asks kissing the top of your head.

“I was just telling my friends that I’m staying over night, and they probably won’t see me until the day after tomorrow” you tell him moving your head so you could look up at him.

You smiles looking down at you “so i have you for another day then?” He asks.

“Atleast, i might even stay in Boston for longer” you smirk.

Chris smiles leaning down to entrap your lips once more “you can stay here for as long as you like” he smiles.

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#Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris x y/n #fanfic #boston3

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 years ago

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Mr. Blue Sky

Prompt: if ur still taking prompts could you maybe write Patton having a bad depression day and the other sides helping him out! ps your writing is amazing

Thanks for the prompt, babe! I hope it’s what you wanted!

Read on Ao3

Warnings: depressive episode, nothing graphic

Pairings: LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR, I don’t care, all or none. Can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 2554

Depression:

de•pres•sion – a mood disorder marked especially by sadness, inactivity, difficulty in thinking and concentration, a significant increase or decrease in appetite and time spent sleeping, feelings of dejection, and hopelessness.

Patton feels grey today.

Sometimes he doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know it’s going to be a bad day.

Patton’s gonna be honest. He doesn’t have bad days most of the time. No, really, he doesn’t. Not like this.

Most days it’s just kind of…there, you know? It’s like looking up into a clear, blue sky, as blue as it could possibly be, and there’s just a little grey cloud near the horizon. Not bothering anyone, not making it shady anywhere, but it’s there. Unmistakably there. That’s not a bad day. It’s just a day.

Today he wakes up and the whole sky is grey.

His room responds to emotion. It fills with soft air, vibrant color, all the things that make Thomas feel—well, anything. So many, so many, so many. Not today.

Today the room is grey.

Shadows cast darkness onto almost every surface in his room, from the desk to the closet to the bare walls where every memory is blurred out into static. The whole room looks flat. Like someone stuck a black and white photo of what it’s supposed to look like into a projector and the projector is shaky, spinning out of time, artifacts appearing in the photo. He blinks. Tries to clear his vision. It doesn’t help.

Patton blinks again and his eyelids feel like they’re glued shut. He can’t open them. Why should he? He doesn’t want to see this version of his room. Better to just lie here and wait for the rainclouds to go away. Are they rainclouds? They don’t feel like rain clouds. They just feel like clouds. How do we make clouds go away?

Logan would know how clouds go away. But Logan is not here and every inch of his body feels like it weighs too much. Is he imagining it or is he sinking further into his bed?

The blankets on top of him aren’t weighted, he knows that, but even their faint pressure is insurmountable. He can’t summon up the will to move them so he doesn’t. He just lies there. Still. Trying to see if he can open his eyes.

He should get up. He has to get dressed. He has to make breakfast.

But why? None of them need to eat. Logan’s probably made himself breakfast in the time it’s taken him to not get out of bed. Roman’s probably eaten already. Virgil doesn’t normally join them for breakfast. Janus has a sleep schedule he hasn’t figured out yet. And Remus…well, Remus likes his own type of food.

Patton doesn’t need to go anywhere, what would be the point?

He can’t fall back asleep. There’s too much static. It whines in his ears and makes him want to scrunch up, block it out, if only he could move. But he can’t. So he won’t.

Will the others worry? Maybe. It’s not like he can do anything about it. He remembers—does he? Does he have enough energy to remember?—they told him if he ever needed help or support on bad days he should come get one of them. Or summon them. But summoning means moving.

Doesn’t really matter. Moving won’t make the clouds go away. Might as well just…lie here, wait for them to go away.

Patton lies there, in his bed, on his side, his room turning grey.

He blinks. Oh. The light is different. Was the light different a moment ago? It was coming in low, wasn’t it? Why is it super bright now? It’s too bright. It’s too grey.

But closing the curtains means moving.

He blinks.

The light is gone now. It’s back to being low in the sky. Did he imagine it being really bright?

Doesn’t matter. The room is still grey.

Something buzzes at the corner of his mind. Is that…is something making noise? It happens again.

“Patton?”

Oh. Is that Roman? Why is Roman here?

“Patton, are you in here?”

Speaking means moving.

“…Patton, I’m coming in, okay?”

The door creaks open and there is a quickly stifled gasp. The room is still grey.

“Patton? Patton, where are—oh, oh, Padre…”

Oh. Roman’s here now. Roman’s sash is so red.

“Patton,” Roman murmurs as he crouches next to the bed, “Patton, can you hear me?”

Patton manages a small sound in his throat. Oh. He can speak. A little. He tries again.

“…mhmm.”

Roman breathes a sigh of relief. His expression changes into something a little sad. “Bad day, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

“When was the last time you ate something,” Roman prompts gently, “drank something?”

Patton furrows his brow. Isn’t it still morning? In response, Roman carefully moves his clock into his line of sight.

Oh.

His eyes must widen a little when he realizes it’s late in the afternoon. Roman sets the clock aside and glances at the door.

“I’m going to take that as you haven’t eaten today,” he says quietly, “is that right?”

Patton closes his eyes and makes a frustrated noise. What good is this? What good is he? If he can’t make the clouds go away—

“Hey,” comes the soft voice and a warm hand on his cheek, “stay with me here.”

Roman smiles at him and runs his fingers through his hair as he peers up at him. Roman is warm. Really warm. Does warm make the clouds go away?

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, okay?” Roman tucks his other hand under Patton’s head, cradling it gently. “We’re going to have you sit up first, then we’re going to go get you something to eat. Is that alright?”

…yeah.

But…moving.

“Shh,” Roman says as a little wrinkle appears between Patton’s brows again, “I won’t move until you’re ready for it.”

Patton’s about to try and say he’s been unable to move all day, apparently, when Roman leans forward and rests their foreheads together, warm breaths puffing over his neck. Roman is warm. Roman is red.

He closes his eyes and lets Roman’s warmth bring a little color back to his cheeks.

“Okay,” he mumbles after a little, “okay.”

“You want to try and sit up now?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” Roman adjusts his grip, getting one hand around Patton’s waist. “We’re going to go slow. If at any point you feel dizzy, or you can’t keep going, you have my full permission to fall on me and we’ll lie you back down.”

For some reason, the image of him just full-on collapsing onto Roman makes a giggle bubble up in his throat. Roman chuckles too, his arms tightening.

“Ready? Here we go…”

Sitting up is slow. It’s fuzzy. But it works. Roman rubs his arm encouragingly as they get him seated on the edge of the bed.

“Next step is standing up. You need a moment before we do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. You take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

Roman is warm. Roman is so, so warm. Patton’s fingers idly toy with the cord on his shoulders.

“…thanks.”

“Oh, of course, Padre.” A warm hand runs over his cheek. “It’s no more than you’ve done for us.”

“…us?”

Roman gives him a smile. “You don’t think the others are going to let me have all the fun, do you?”

As if on cue, there’s another set of footsteps approaching the door.

“Hey, Princey, you get lost or something?”

“In here,” Roman calls as Virgil rounds the corner. Virgil is purple. So, so, purple.

“Heya, Pop-star,” Virgil says softly, crouching down next to Roman, “you havin’ an off day?”

“…yeah.”

“Okay. We’re gonna get you downstairs, okay? The others are waiting.”

“What?”

Virgil’s mouth tugs up into a smile. “Yeah, Pat. You didn’t show all day and we got worried.”

Roman gives his arm a squeeze. “You about ready to stand?”

Patton nods and holds his arms out for help.

“Easy, easy—“

“There you go, Padre, go slow.”

“Great job. You wanna lean on us for a little?”

“I got you, don’t worry.”

Roman loops his arm gracefully through Patton’s, holding him like they’re walking down the path to his castle again as they move out of the too-grey room. Virgil hangs beside them, following down the stairs into the living room. As soon as they hit the bottom, Logan looks up from the kitchen and smiles.

“Hello, Patton.” He gestures toward the seat next to him. “Please, come join us.”

Roman deposits him carefully next to Logan, who immediately sets a small plate in front of him. Virgil gives him a wink before striking up a conversation with Roman that immediately fills the room. There’s no pressure for Patton to join, no pressure to do anything other than try and eat the easy food in front of him and lean against Logan’s side. Logan’s warm too. Is everyone warm? Logan is blue. Dark blue.

“Here,” Logan murmurs as Janus sends a barb back at Virgil, “try and drink this for me?”

It’s just water. It does little to clear the static in his throat, but it does make him feel a little more like a person. He goes to try and take another bite only for it to turn to ash in his mouth.

Remus catches his grimace from his other side. “Had enough?”

“Think so.”

Reaching out in a blur of green, Remus scoops Patton’s food onto his own plate and scarfs it down, artfully dodging the balled-up receipt Roman tosses at him.

“What are they talking about,” Patton mumbles to Logan as Remus immediately shouts something about lizards and coniferous trees.

“I have absolutely no idea,” comes Logan’s bemused reply. “I believe it started off with a debate about what exactly separates reptiles from mammals but I’ve quite lost the thread of the conversation.”

“It’s not my fault that you decided dragons are a subspecies of platypuses!”

“Does that make every single dragon a relative of Perry the Platypus?”

“Well, somehow we’ve gotten to Phineas and Ferb,” Logan murmurs as Virgil immediately starts clamoring for Janus to change his hat.

And somehow the image of seeing Janus as a gold snake with a fedora makes the static clear enough for Patton to giggle.

Of course, the instant he does that, the entire table just stops to stare at him. Virgil is so distracted Janus swipes his hat back and stands, sweeping around to Patton’s side.

“Shall we keep going?”

“What are we doing now?”

“Let’s get you changed into something else,” Janus says softly as he helps Patton up, leaving the others to talk about…whatever they’re talking about now, “it’ll help you feel better.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

Patton shakes his head as they get back to his room. “Just a grey day.”

Janus nods and gently pushes him toward the bathroom. “Take a shower for me, honey, then we’ll get you into some new clothes.”

“Um—“

He pauses on his way to Patton’s closet. “What is it, honey?”

“Can I, um…” Now that he’s seen the others, the cold greyness of his room makes the numbness flood back. “Could you…hug me?”

“Oh, of course, honey, come here…”

Oh, Janus is warm. Janus is really warm. Really warm and really yellow.

“You’re doing so well today,” Janus murmurs, stroking up and down Patton’s back, “we’re so proud of you.”

They stand there for a little while, until Patton can pry himself out of the hug and toward the bathroom. The tiles are grey but the sink is cream. He peels himself out of the pajamas that are starting to feel a little gummy and tosses them in the hamper. The shower handle is cold but the water is warm. He doesn’t have the energy to wash. The water beats over his shoulders, warm, steady, reassuring. If he closes his eyes, the clouds have started to rain. Warm, summer rain that smells like sleep.

A light knock on the door a few moments later and Patton turns the water off. He hears Janus open the door and leave something on the counter. He takes the towel from the rack and dries himself off, curling his fingers in the soft clothes left for him.

Janus smiles when he opens the door, holding his hand out for Patton to take.

“Come on,” he coaxes when Patton blearily makes a noise of protest, “the others are downstairs waiting.”

“Wha’re we doing?”

“Well,” Janus drawls as they make their way into the hall, “I’m sure it couldn’t be letting us spoil you with cuddles, now, couldn’t it?”

Sure enough, Roman’s summoned a mattress big enough to cover the entire floor of the living room. Remus is already sprawled on top of Roman, but he looks up with a grin as Patton gets to the bottom of the stairs.

“Remus, no—!”

Roman just manages to grab his brother around the waist as Remus lunges for Patton.

“Let me go!”

“You have to wait for him to get to the mattress first!”

“Ugh,” Remus rolls his eyes, “fine.”

Janus chuckles as Patton crawls to the center of the mattress and, after a brief nod, Roman lets Remus go. Sure enough, Remus almost bowls them back off the mattress.

“Remus,” Roman huffs in exasperation, even though Patton can hear his smile.

“What?” Remus shifts on top of him, his weight warm and green and perfect, his arms wrapped around Patton’s waist as he tucks a pillow under his head. “I got it.”

He can hear Roman roll his eyes as red tucks itself against his side. “Yeah, you sure do.”

Virgil snickers from somewhere above him and Patton cranes his neck back to see a flash of purple curling above his head. “You comfy, Pat? Breathing okay?”

“…yeah.”

“Good.” The purple looks over to Patton’s other side. “So’re you two just gonna sit there and pretend you don’t want in or what?”

“We’re coming.”

Sure enough, a moment later, Janus takes a seat with his back against the couch, Virgil’s head in his lap. He reaches down with a golden hand and runs his fingers through Patton’s hair. Dark blue lies down next to him and Logan reaches to gently remove his glasses, laying them on the side table.

Everything is fuzzy static clears. Something dull and achy wells up in Patton’s chest, asleep all day, forming a lump in his throat that suddenly makes it hard to breathe. As if they can feel it, the twins share a look.

Remus frees one of his arms and carefully takes Patton’s right hand, gently pressing it to the mattress next to his head. Roman takes his left, pressing a kiss to the back of it and clasping it to his own chest. Logan shifts as Janus’s hand cards through Patton’s hair. Virgil murmurs something that gets lost in the warm haze.

Amidst the warmth, Patton’s eyes flutter closed.

The sky is filled with clouds, splashed with dark blue, fading into purple, the lightest touches of gold at the very edges, shimmering in the fading light. The deep red at the horizon fades into pink, into yellow, into the slightest hint of green before spilling into an endless stretch of blue, blue, blue sky.

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little doe [6] peter parker - finale

[Warnings] peter parker x named oc, angsttt x1000, but fluff too, fingering, vaginal sex, little editing

A/N: This idea came from @buckysugar. I don’t have much to say except enjoy the last chapter of Little Doe!

In which love is tested.

word count: 3.1k

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Doe looked in the mirror of the hair salon, her eyes wide as she admired the blue streak that was now running down her bright white hair. MJ had tried to convince her to dye her entire head blue but Peter insisted before they left that she wasn’t allowed to. Doe stood up from the chair, moving closer to the mirror so she could see herself.

Her bright hair had so much volume now and, to her surprise, she actually felt pretty. She was like the princesses in the movies who’s hair always looked perfect no matter the activity or event. She poked at it, examining each strand of hair.

“Does that mean she likes it?” The hairdresser asked MJ awkwardly.

“She loves it,” MJ assured her casually, “Right, Doe?”

Doe turned around with a bright smile, “Love it! So pretty, thank you.”

MJ handed the woman a couple ten’s she had taken from Peter’s wallet and she scurried off with a grateful smile, “You look good kid but what do we say when we see Peter?” MJ crossed her arms, looking you over. Doe could tell she was trying to hide her smile.

MJ wasn’t one for girly things or for having friends that were girls. With Doe, MJ knew she could never feel judged, and having that made her feel comfortable to try different things.

“Hair is Doe idea. Not MJ.”

“Good,” MJ nodded satisfied, holding her hand out for Doe to take.

“What about clothes, MJ?” Doe asked, grabbing ahold of her hand and following MJ towards the front of the store. Doe looked down at her black, plaid skirt and her combat boots that MJ had picked out.

“Those were your idea too,” Doe nodded this time, understanding. She thought the things MJ picked out, although they lacked color, were still cute, “Let’s get some ice cream.”

Doe loved New York for everything it was. All the people walked really fast including MJ, she always saw diverse groups of people, and everyone is super blunt. Some people would consider it rude but that kind of language was just easier for Doe to understand.

Both MJ and Doe were licking at their icecream cones when they noticed some commotion from across the street. “MJ?” There was barking and lots of it plus a small crowd had gathered around.

“They’re probably just selling puppies,” MJ said, her tone uncaring and nonchalant. Doe pulled MJ’s hand, dragging them across the street quickly to the dismay of a passing cyclist.

“Doe, I said we’d be back before sunset,” Doe didn’t listen, trying to push the two of them through the small crowd that gathered.

There were piles of dog cages sitting outside a small pet shop and a big sign that read PET ADOPTION with smaller letters that read “we’re free, save us from the pound”. All of them were older dogs, some of them in questionable shape as they were probably recently rescue.

“MJ, what is a-dop-tion?” Doe asked, trying out the foreign word. Doe carefully looked over the small creatures, wondering why they all had to be kept in these small cages.

“It means the dogs are looking for families. For people to take care of them.”

“Like Peter take care of me?” MJ only nodded, the sight of all the lost dogs starting to bum her out. She understood what happened at the pound and hoped the people standing around would consider taking one. With a frown on her face, MJ licked at her strawberry icecream.

She squeezed Doe’s hand, “C’mon, we have a train to catch.” Doe pulled away from MJ, approaching one of the many cages instead of listening. MJ huffed, starting to understand how Peter became frustrated sometimes. Doe was too curious for her own good.

Doe had looked around and noticed the dogs that everyone seemed to focus on. One that no one came to check on was one towards the back and Doe assumed it was because this dog was crouched in the back corner of his cage. He was shy just like Doe had been.

The dog was medium-sized, had brown-black fur and it seemed his ears had been clipped away. The uneven stitches were evidence of that. The sight tugged at Doe’s heartstrings and she tried not to frown. As Doe crouched beside the cage, the dog's eyes opened, one a golden brown and the other an icy blue.

“Do you want me to open the cage so you can pet him? He’s shy but friendly,” Doe looked up at the volunteer that had approached them.

“No,” MJ interjected, “We’re just looking, thank you.”

The volunteer’s lips pressed into a thin line and she nodded before turning to walk away, “What if … w-what if dog does not find family?” Doe spoke up, ignoring her anxiety of using her English with strangers.

“We have to take them to the pound, ma’am.”

“Pound?” Doe questioned and MJ sighed. MJ was well aware of what happens to the dogs that don’t get adopted and she didn’t want Doe to know about what could happen. Doe was unsure of what the Pound was but it sounded like another prison for this shy creature.

“MJ?” Doe stood, looking up at MJ with her best puppy dog eyes, “MJ? We cannot leave. Doe need family and he need family too.”

“I know you want to help, I do too but we can’t adopt a dog without telling Peter. He’ll flip!”

Doe’s shoulders slumped, “Peter is not boss of me. I can make de-ci-sion too,” MJ looked back and forth from the pouting girl to the helpless animal in the cage. If they helped this dog then they were doing a good thing, right? The good outweighed the bad, “Please, MJ.”

“Fine, but you’re explaining this to Peter.”

It turned out that dogs need lots of things to take care of them. After a shopping spree, Doe was ready to take the dog home and surprise Peter with the new addition to their family. She expected to find him waiting since she was running late but the apartment was completely silent when she stepped inside.

Doe was in the kitchen, filling up his water bowl when the front door opened. Doe was nervous, to say the least, but the shy little pup she was petting was a good source of comfort. It lapped at the water, shaking the entire time, but Doe whispered kind words to him.

As Peter walked in, his smile quickly fell as he took in the sight before him, “Doe?”

He had worked from sun up all the way to now and all he wanted was to come home to his girl. The blue streak he could look past. On her, he thought it was beautiful but this …. it made his brows furrow, “Don’t be mad Peter. Okay, please?”

“Don’t be mad about what?”

“MJ want to name him Draco. He is cute Peter. Come see,” She waved her hand, urging him to move closer, a soft smile on her face. Peter’s body went still as things began to click in his mind. Doe looked up to see how tense he was, “Peter, please, I save him!”

“Tell me you can return it,” Peter ran a hand over his tired face, trying to contain what he was feeling deep inside.

Doe stood up from her kneeling position, crossing the kitchen towards him, her eyes pleading, “No return. He is adoption. We are family. Peter is Daddy and I am Mommy.”

“No,” Peter stated firmly and tears stung in Doe’s eyes, “We’ll find someone to take care of it but it will not be us.”

“Peter,” She reached out to grab his hand but he flinched away, “Peter, he is family. You save me. I save Draco. Someone hurt him, he need family!”

“Forget his name,” Peter shook his head, his teeth clenching together, “We’ll find him a family, Doe. It takes a lot of time and money to take care of an animal. We don’t need that responsibility.”

“We can!” Doe argued, “You take care of me Peter and I learn! I learn lot of things. We can be family-”

Peter didn’t want to be angry especially at Doe. He didn’t know why he felt that fury building in his chest but he couldn’t push it down, “I can barely take care of you, Doe!” Doe flinched as Peter’s voice thundered through the room, taking a step back. “You can barely take care of yourself! There is no more family! What makes you think I want to care for something else?”

Something else that needed his love. He wasn’t sure if he could handle loving something else.

Doe took a step back, her chin trembling as a tear slid down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, “I-I am stu-pid. It is too hard for Peter loving Doe,” Peter hated himself immediately and he opened his mouth but no words left, “I-I try. I try h-hard to be smart for Peter. I am sorry.”

“That is not what I meant!” Peter retorted, a look of bitterness sweeping across his face, “You are smart. You’re the smartest person I know, Doe! But I know you’re not ready. We’re not ready.”

Doe turned her head from Peter. It was the first time you didn’t feel the urge to be in his arms or crave his touch. She felt that connection between them waver, “You … You do not know,” She pointed to her heart and then her mind, “Do not pretend, Peter.”

“I do know you!”

“Do not!” Doe shouted back, stomping her feet. Rejecting Draco felt like he was rejecting her and maybe he was. Maybe everything he had told her was false, “Yesterday, I know Peter. Peter is kind. Peter is family. Today, I do not.”

“You do …” Peter’s voice trailed off, his voice breaking, “You do know me. Doe, please just listen-”

“I do listen. I am bur-den for Peter. My love is bur-den,” Her tears were flowing so much that it was useless to wipe them away, “If I-I am burden, let go. Do not take care for Draco, do not take care for me!”

It would be easy. Things would be easier for him if he turned back. Life was just starting to be normal again before Doe came along. People tended to come and go from his life and not loving was easier.

Peter stared at the crying girl in front of him, tears in his own eyes, before he turned away. Doe didn’t look up as she felt his presence float away and the front door shut behind him.

It took Peter an hour to turn back.

An hour of yelling at himself, of MJ yelling at him, and convincing himself that ending things would be the best decision.

It took him that time to realize that he didn’t want things to be easy. Loving her was the easy part, falling for her was so simple it was like falling asleep. The passion and lust were easy. It was the sacrificing, the understanding, and the patience that was the hard part. If he was going to have her, then he wasn’t going to love a few parts of her, he was going to love all of her.

The front door opened with a boom and he rushed around the dimly lit apartment looking for her. He thought he might have lost her forever until his senses picked up her tiny snores. He found her, fast asleep, on the living room couch. Draco was by her legs and sleeping soundly at her feet.

Tears stained her cheeks and she was still completely breathtaking. Peter kneeled beside the couch, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of her hair. It only took a few of his touches for her eyes to flutter open. Tired, she looked over his disheveled appearance, “Peter?”

He nodded and, as sudden as fate, she jumped forward. Her arms wrapped around him and he did the same, holding her so tight that he thought she might dust away, “I’m so fucking sorry, little one,” She nuzzled herself into his neck, taking him in as though she never wanted to let go, “I’m so fucking sorry,”

“I’m sorry, Peter,” She whispered, wanting and desperate, “Never again.”

“Never,” Peter assured her, “We don’t walk away from each other, ever. No matter what the argument. We never think of each other as burdens. And we make decisions together from now on. Together, do you understand?”

They pulled away from each other and she nodded, “Together. Like family.”

“Like family,” Peter smiled through his own tears, “Okay?”

She nodded vigorously and he smashed his lips onto hers. They tasted each other hungrily, swallowing all the darkness and the anger. Peter stood, pulling her with him as he lifted her with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still moving her lips against his.

Peter began to carry her from the living room and towards their bedroom. She pulled away suddenly, “What about Draco?”

“Trust me, he’s not going to want to see this,” Peter smiled and she kissed him again.

He set her down as they passed the threshold. They did their best to keep their lips together as they slipped off their clothing, leading to a clumsy and messy kiss. It made Doe giggle as they finally fell together onto the mattress. Peter was on top of her, kissing at her neck, a growl leaving his lips as she cried out in moans.

Her fingers ran through his hair, a feeling Peter could definitely get used to.

He loved knowing her body, what brought her pleasure, made her head tilt back and her toes curl. His lips found her again as his finger slipped between the fabric of her panties. He swallowed her moans as he rubbed circles into her sensitive bulb. She moved her hips against him, “Please, more,” She begged and Peter was more than happy to oblige.

First, he slipped a finger inside of her, feeling how tight she was around the digit. He watched her face carefully, looking for a sign that he should stop. It was foreign but she still found herself wanting to go further. She kept moving her hips as he pushed another finger inside, his palm still rubbing against her clit.

She nodded her head up and down and Peter took that as a sign that she was already close. Moments later, she was tightening around him, warmth rushing through her body as she orgasmed.

“Feels ... good, Peter,” She told him and he began to slip off her panties all the way. He was rock hard in his boxers after watching her cum on his fingers.

“I’m gonna be gentle,” He assured her, settling himself between her legs, “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Doe nodded as Peter placed his hands on either side of her head. Her hands were on his waist after he lined himself up with her center. They stared at each other for a long while, their eyes speaking rather than their lips. It was as if he was asking, “are you sure?”, and her eyes responded with a confident “I love you”.

He held his member with one hand, positioning it at her entrance. As he slowly pushed inside of her, she tried not to wince at the obvious pain. Peter kept going, waiting for her to tell him to stop but it never came, “Peter,” She whispered, her voice trying to hide the discomfort, and Peter responded by placing his lips on hers.

He kept them there as he sheathed half of his member inside, pulling out and then pushing in again. It took her a good while to get used to the feeling and, although, the pleasure was spreading through each part of Peter’s body, it was difficult to hold in his moans.

“Faster,” Doe said suddenly which caught Peter off guard, “I’m okay.”

Peter kissed her again, starting to move his hips faster. She was starting to adjust to his size and the abnormal feeling of him being inside of her. It all just felt right, like they were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. Her nails dug into his broad and muscular back as his strokes became even faster.

“You feel so good, Doe,” Peter grunted, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

His moans made it even more enjoyable and she could sense how wet she was between the legs. She was in ecstasy and she found it harder and harder to keep her body still. Her hands moved all over him and her kisses were random as she placed them on his lips and then on his shoulder.

Peter shifted them into a new position, wrapping his arms behind her and pulling her up so she was impaled on his lap. They held each other tight, her breast pressed against his front, as they both started to move against each other, getting into a rhythm. In that position, he hit her most sensitive part and Doe found herself crying out in bliss.

As Peter made his final, desperate thrust inside of her, her body convulsed against him as an orgasm ripped through her. She felt his warmth filling her insides as he held her tight. She could stay like this forever, with him claiming her over and over again.

They stared there for a while, in each other’s arms, admiring that love they felt under each other’s gaze, “I love you,” Doe breathed.

“I love you more,” Peter spoke, out of breath and Doe giggled.

They fell back onto the bed, and Peter wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, “Peter?”

“Yes?”

“I can say ‘fuck’ now?”

Doe felt a spank on her bare bottom and her laughter filled the room.

“So, when are you two getting married?” Happy asked, petting Draco as they all sat in May’s living room.

It took a little while to convince Doe that Draco needed a better home for the time being and that Happy and May would take care of him. Now, seeing Draco content in Happy’s arms made her heart flutter a bit.

“No wedding,” Doe interjected before Peter could, “Just … travel.”

“Hmm,” May hummed, and she smiled as she reached over to pet Draco, “I think that’s wise of you two. Where’s your first stop?”

“Disney world,” They spoke at the same time and they both blushed.

“And what about the neighborhood, Spiderman?” Happy questioned.

“The neighborhood can survive without me for a short while. It won’t be easy but … ” Peter’s gaze met with Doe’s, “The neighborhood is going to have to share my heart with someone else.”

Okay, but imagine Peter proposing to Doe at Disney World …

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