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blackstarchanx3new · 1 year ago

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FSR Rambles 10 fingers in the aaaaa-

I don't let up on the fucking Vidow. The entire fandom has to just cope with the fact I'm a disastrous weirdo stinking up their perfect pure fandom, they cry themselves to sleep at the cryptid that stalks at the edges their fandom.

Weep you disgusting filthy bastards.

I bet you salivate at the idea of Vio's breast milk in your slutty coffee.

Lol I guess he fell asleep reading.

Shadow makes a very sinister face considering the goofy ass thing he decides to do with the sleeping Vio.

Hah. Vio screaming his lungs out got a kick out of me while drawing.

Shadow forgot Hylian's sleep for a reason.

He's just waiting for Vio to call him a moron, which we know again is because of Vaati and Gannon abusing this poor man.

Shadow's utterly shocked Vio doesn't have a single thing to berate him over hah.

Vio's so tired he just wants to sleep.

Shadow's feeling nervous to actually like, get cozy with Vio in this context.

Despite his seeming confidence the dude is insecure.

He is HESITANT to trust Vio to some degree, he's having second thoughts about his actions.

Vio didn't even SAY anything about the kiss lmfao. I'd be worried too.

This page is so sad to me.

Vio's feeling some regret while Shadow gets comfortable next to him.

HAHAHAHA.

Transition from being next to someone to being completely alone agh-

Shadow Link is in MISSERY-

Oof. Shit hurts.

The sword blast compiled with his emotional pain is just too much for this dude to handle rn.

Reflecting on his time with his "friend"

Guess that kiss in the library wasn't the last one...Vio seems reluctant to keep going back for more, pushing shadow off. We can assume why he shouldn't be doing that oops.

Shadow's not satisfied with that though and keeps giving our man kisses. Vio's really shitty attempts to bat him away aren't working.

It's safe to say: Vio lost the plot at some point.

It's obvious they're drunk as fuck, but the exact timing of this scene is up for interpretation as far as I'm concerned.

I do find it funny Shadow whines Vio is "So mean to him" just cause he won't let him shower him with kisses lmfao. Like Shadow he's about to do smth to you that's way meaner let's be real-

Shadow Link brings up the all to important LORE of the golden goddesses.

Okay but everything about this becomes ironic later lmfao I will not say how.

Cause the Triforce is like, non existent in FS I can do whatever the hell I want sooo I'mma cook. I like where I took it a lot.

Shadow's desires to touch the Triforce are uh...VERY EXPLAINED LATER to say the least.

Art wise in this page: Oh it was so fun.

1st panel: Shadow continuing to kiss Vio's cheeks as he talks. It's sweet in it's own weird way that he clearly cares about Vio a lot

2nd panel: Obviously comparing Vio with a goddess and the Triforce shows how much Shadow values this man in his life, cupping his cheeks while doing so.

3rd panel: They both just look cute. XD

4rth panel: Vio's visibly hesitant to return the kiss that time. and in the last panel we don't see his face, but rather get Shadow hugging him deeply.

Vio's still grappling with his actions are gonna catch up to both of them pretty soon.

Vio's utter heartlessness in the words he spoke to Shadow in the Fire temple must have HURT.

Shadow knows that he bold faced lied to everyone in that room.

Also to note: They CLEARLY spent some TIME together, as there's the scene of Vio and Shadow laughing together on some grass somewhere...

Shadow KNOWS Vio at least a little and he can't comprehend why he acted the way he did.

The last panel was so much fun I love how it turned out.

Okay but like: THIS LTIERALLY ALWAYS BOTHERED ME.

The idea Shadow betrayed Vaati being a fault of SHADOW'S character is such bullshit which just adds to the "Vio pulled this out of his ass" nature of his speech.

In every way: SHADOW BETRAYING VAATI IS A GOOD THING.

In WHAT WORLD is him turning his back on the EVIL GUY a bad thing???

His motives were 100% selfish but HOLY BALLS HE WAS WILLING TO GO NUCULAR ON GANON AND VATTI AND SAVE ZELDA FOR SOME VIUSSY. THAT'S DEDICATION.

Also, literally everyone's motivations for everything they do is selfish in nature, so the idea Shadow's the dick here is just, hysterical.

Vio was 100% projecting his own insecurities onto Shadow not trusting and being apart of his own team cause Vio's awful, cause let's be real: their situations are just NOT COMPARABLE.

Shadow's misstep no matter how you look at it, was trusting VIO. NOT betraying Vaati. HIS LITERAL POSITIVE CHARACTER ARC WAS STILL BETRAYING VAATI BY SHATTERING THE DARK MIRROR.

...SO WTF IS VIO'S SPEECH ABOUT EXACTLY??? IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE PROBEBLY BECAUSE HE'S LYING HIS ASS OFF AND PROJECTING LMFAO.

Because his point wasn't "Find a team you CAN and DO trust and work with them." it was "You betrayed Vaati and you suck for that."

IT WAS PURE PROJECTION.

Idk if this is a translation oopsie or what. It was never brought UP so idk if it was even intentional or a genuine attempt at a moral going to shit and getting botched. X'DDDD (If it was intentional, that's funny but it was never expanded upon in any meaningful way so...IDK)

It gives weird as fuck mixed messages about what Shadow was MEANT to do here and what he ACTUALLY did wrong from Vio's chastising. Cause the reason Vio gives for his downfall is REALLY BULLSHIT. (In FSR, Intentionally so.)

Because

"Your downfall was that you were selfish and still wanted to rule the world and were willing to use used people like me and Zelda to do it, you just repeated the mistakes of Vaati" or smth would even be more accurate.

STILL HYPOCRITCAL ON VIO'S END CAUSE HE USED SHADOW BUT WOULD MAKE MORE FUCKING SENSE.

Giving massive rebound AU vibes here lmfao.

Audience is intentionally left in the dark about wtf Vio and Green were talking about...For no reason I'm sure. Authors don't think that hard about stuff-

Also left out on why they're sharing a bed. Bet that will NEVER get touched on. In ANY meaningful way.

The point of this scene is pretty obvious: Vio IS getting along with his team now. Which mega hurts Shadow to see ouch.

It's the equivalent of that Squidward meme of him in his house while Spongebob and Patrick run outside-

Green essentially has taken his place. Pain. We all know nothing but PAIN.

Shadow can't bare to watch Vio thrive without him cause he's selfish as fuck. X'D Just hurts too much. He wanted Vio to fill the gaps in his life and it just DIDN'T happen.

Haha you read the manga you recognize this. I don't gotta elaborate much.

I always just, am in love with Shadow turning into VIO of all people during this part in the story because, holy BALLS I can't even really describe the kind of itch that scratches in my brain but I will try.

So in FS, we KNOW Shadow can shapeshift into ANY of the Links, but he chose Vio. Dude has been Green/Link before so...WHY NOT GREEN? Uh simple: Bro adores Vio and looks up to him, that's the reasoning I came to anyway, as explained in these pages.

This is why in FSR in the library Shadow Link specifically describes Vio as "his hero". Vio's the one out of the four he looks up to most, because after reflecting Vio is the one that did the most "Heroic" things in his eyes.

He realized the betrayal wasn't out of malice or to hurt him, but to save Zelda.

The reasons Vio gives in the library for why he's utterly awful as a person are the same things that made Shadow respect his ass for what he put himself through lmfao.

This is also why in FSR dude isn't MAD at Vio for it anymore. He just wants to repair what they DID have there between them because bro adores Vio.

So if yall didn't know Shadow uses the mirror to see Vio.

Like, you can see him in the shattered mirror lmfao.

At least I THINK it's meant to be Vio. When I first read the manga I thought it was Shadow Link. XDDDD But now I'm fairly certain it is Vio. If we ever get a full color manga I'd love to know who it's actually meant to be.

Shadow's sad he won't know if Zelda's okay. Which is sad. And wishes he could see Vio, which is why the mirror SHOWS Vio. Lol.

Sad pathetic Vaati being hilarious aside, Vio being so distraught he drops his sword is kinda funny. And here's the retcon of "Vaati didn't die actually.

I already went on the rant in the actual thing that YES Shadow's death still meant smth despite Vaati living, because they wouldn't be able to beat Gannon without the gems Vaati gave up from this, so I won't repeat myself here.

Blue's "HOLD UR HORSES BITCH" is so funny to me because like, he HAS no emotional attachment to Shadow and the last they saw of HIM was him ya know, trying to kills their friend lmfao.

Vio pulling a very dying Shadow into his arms, because we deserved that. Green picks up Vio's sword cause he's cool like that.

Vio is OBVIOUSLY trying very hard to keep it together here, kept the dialogue MOSTLY the same from the OG because the dialogue wasn't the issue to me it was the freaking SHOT LAYOUTS AND THE ART. The art was well drawn but the actual like, things happening were kinda silly imo.

I particularly like the return of the "Shadow pets Vio's face/hair" motif.

It pops up in page 40

and page 77

And in terms of flashbacks in 169 Yes haha funny number He strokes Vio's cheek before going in for the kiss.

And many others but I'll avoid too many cause of image limits.

Shadow usually does this when Vio's upset which is funny. We know Shadow does stuff to others he wishes people did for him so maybe Shadow just wants his cheek stroked and to be told nice things lmfao.

Another thing: I mentioned it before but I don't really like when people make Vio cry too easily. Just not for me.

But Shadow dying makes sense for him to cry. Especially in FSR where we saw WAAAAY MORE of their relationship and how involved Vio really was with Shadow.

Vio, reluctantly did really like Shadow Link and is heart broken he is dead.

*I SUPER wanna show/talk about the "After they think they killed him in the fire temple" but there's a reason I did not show wtf Green and Vio were talking about when Shadow saw them in the dark mirror hehehehe. Vio's perspective on RIGHT after they blasted him with the sword is smth you can just speculate on for now.

He is obviously DISTRAUGHT Shadow is dying now.

So, its' implied Shadow saw some of the things Link was up to before he made himself known. So in my silly FSR comic he could see through Link's Shadow at what he was doing.

Art details:

Red crying at somebody dying just made sense to me it was actually WEIRD to me he didn't cry Shadow died. Not because he's emotionally attached, but dude's just an emotional person he cried at less hah.

Green STEPS UP and says his lines from the manga

I said in the OG post of the comic my thoughts on these particular panels but like

Green having just a TIIIIINY bit more agency in him holding Shadow's hand, a VERY simple gesture makes all the difference to me in this scene.

Shadow reasonably asks what we were ALL thinking: WHAT ABOUT ZELDA?!

Which OUCH, he didn't feel like he did enough-

To which Green comforts him they WILL save her.

I may ship Vidow to hell and back but Shadow's caring for Zelda and her affect on him is not ignored in this comic lmfao.

It's actually knowing Zelda's in safe hands that makes him comfortable enough to truly pass.

He knows Vio will be okay as he has his team but Zelda is someone he couldn't be sure about.

So panel 1

I just wanted to add the true level of "Yeah he dead".

Despite his hand passing through Shadow Link, Vio still tries to reach out to him. Which hehe reflects a scene from the very start of this comic huh?

He has unfinished business around Shadow.

He never got to truly say he was sorry.

If you've noticed, Vio STILL hasn't apologized yet.

Okay thumbnailing this scene genuinely gave me the big sad lmfao.

He missed him by a hair, Shadow's gone and Vio couldn't say all the things that were on his mind.

And since you totally asked:

Page 12 is put into a new perspective huh?

He reached him this time...

Green continues to be the goodest of good boys comforting his team mate.

There's an underlying sense of Green knowing more about Vio and Shadow's relationship than the other two...Which makes sense considering Green's the one Vio went to for comfort over the situation.

So some of the dialogue around Shadow's "good boy" status was changed because I just, straight disagree with some of the wording in the manga...

He did AWFUL things but he wasn't exactly a 100% bad person. Ironically, given a chance he could have been a great person. (The opposite of what he tried to do to Vio.)

His nature of being Link's Shadow, the HERO's shadow being on full display with his final moments (Or, what COULD have been his final moments...)

Blue's shocked Shadow would do anything to help them, reasonably so. His experiences with Shadow have been:

He tried to seduce their team mate to the dark side, almost KILLED said team mate, put them through hell and back and generally was awful to them.

Red sympathizes with BLUE (At least somewhat) so I imagine he's a lot more forgiving from this angle to Shadow. XD

Green's feelings about Shadow are a bit more OPEN to interpretation here but he did make an effort for the man to die without regrets. Later in FSR he seems to have a positive outlook on Shadow so whatever Vio told him might have made him more comfortable with him in these moments and the future.

I'mma cut it off here, which sucks because this transition is PERFECT into the next scene but I don't wanna hit image limits halfway through a rant.

Green continues to be a chad. What's new.

Him being in front of his team protectively is just...Yum. I love protective Green. XD

GANNON APEARS. Big piggy boy. I had no idea I could draw pig before drawing this and I'm happy with how he turned out.

His rant in the OG manga of speaking how Vaati and Shadow Link failed him leads directly into the next scene which was, delicious. But we'll pick this up later.

I'm sure you've noticed: As a time saving technique I only use shading when it SUPER matters in FSR. It helps save time and makes them have huge impacts. XD

The intense dark shading on Ganon makes him look threatening as HELL compared to what he'd look like without it.

For reference: This is what he'd look like without it.

He looks silly. XD

His color palette was based on the game btw. Because, what else did I have to go on? The intense shading also hides that he looks kinda out of place color wise haha.

#four swords returns rambles #fsr rambles

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bia23 · 2 years ago

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Tengo la idea de que el primer pensamiento que tuvo la señora Arellano sobre Finney desde la primera vez que lo vio (que fue cuando un pequeño Robin de 5 años trajo a casa a otro pequeño Finney (tambien de 5 años) proclamando que era su mejor amigo, fue:

" Tengo que adoptar a este niño".

A medida que pasaba el tiempo y los chicos crecieron (al igual que su amistad) este pensamiento no cambio sino que se hizo mas fuerte.

Hasta que se dio cuenta que el pequeño "enamoramiento de cachorro" que tenia su hijo con el joven Blake no desistió sino que se transformó en un enamoramiento en toda la regla.

En ese momento el pensamiento de adoptar a Finney evolucionó hasta convertirse en:

" Este niño será mi nuero".

(Cuando Robin le dijo que oficialmente él y Finney eran novios, la señora Arellano le dio un fuerte abrazo a su hijo para luego ir hacia el telefono y marcar un numero mientras espera que contesten le dice a su hijp que se bañe y se aliste lo mejor que pueda pero que antes vaya a la tienda a comprarle algunas cosas que necesitaba para hacer una buena cena).

(Robin no entendia que esta pasando sinceramente).

Robin: ¿Porque?

Robin: ¿Y a quien estas llamando?

Mama de Robin: ¿Como que para que mijo?

Mama de Robin: ¡Mi yerno merece una bienvenida adecuada a la familia!

Robin: *se sorprende y sin darse cuenta su quijada se abre*.

Robin: *Se sonroja al procesar las palabras de su madre*.

Robin: ¡MAMÁ!

Mamá de Robin: *Hace un gesto para que se apresure con la mano y en ese momento el otro lado atiende la llamada.*

Finney: *Desde el telefono*.

Finney: Residencia Blake.

Mamá de Robin: ¡Hola cariño!

Finney: ¡Hola señora Arellano! ¿Que se le ofrece?

Mamá de Robin: Ya te dije que puedes llamarme por mi nombre.

Finney: *Se ríe*.

Finney: Lo sé, pero hacerlo seria una gran falta de respeto hacia usted señora Arellano

Mamá de Robin: Pues dirigirte a tu suegra de esa manera lo es aun más cariño.

Finney: ¿¡Eh?!

(Aunque la mamá de Robin no lo estaba viendo, Finney se habia sonrojado por lo que ella dijo).

Robin: *Se sonroja aún mas de lo que estaba, al saber que Finney habia escuchado a su madre referirse a él de esa forma*.

Robin: ¡MAMÁ!

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I have an idea that Mrs. Arellano's first thought of Finney since she first saw him (which was when a little 5-year-old Robin brought home another little Finney (also a 5-year-old) proclaiming that he was her best dude, it was:

"I have to adopt this child."

As time passed and the boys grew (as did their friendship) this thought did not change but grew stronger. Until she realized her son's little "puppy crush" on young Blake didn't give up but turned into a full-blown crush. At that time the thinking of adopting Finney evolved into:

"This child will be my son-in-law."

(When Robin told her that he and Finney were officially dating, Mrs. Arellano gave her son a big hug and then went to the phone and dialed a number while she waited for an answer, she told her son to shower and get ready as soon as possible. better than you can but first go to the store to buy him some things he needed to make a good dinner).

(Robin honestly did not understand what is happening).

Robin: why?

Robin: And who are you calling?

Robin's mom: What for, mijo?

Robin's Mom: My son-in-law deserves a proper welcome to the family!

Robin: *is surprised and without realizing his jaw opens*.

Robin: *blushes when processing her mother's words*.

Robin: MOM!

Robin's Mom: *Waves her hand to hurry up, at which point the other side picks up the call*

Finney: *From the phone*.

Finney: Blake residence.

Robin's Mom: Hi honey!

Finney: Hello Mrs. Arellano! What can I do for you?

Robin's mom: I already told you that you can call me by my name.

Finney: *laughs*

Finney: I know, but doing so would be disrespectful to you, Mrs. Arellano.

Robin's mom: Well, addressing your mother-in-law that way is even more affectionate.

Finney: Huh?!

(Although Robin's mom wasn't looking at him, Finney had blushed at what she said).

Robin: *He blushes even more than he was, knowing that Finney had heard his mother refer to him that way*.

Robin: MOM!

#the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #finney x robin #pelicula #robin x finney #finbin #terror #rinney #tbp fandom #tbp incorrect quotes #tbp headcanons #tbp hcs #MrsArellano #tbp robin #tbp finney #tbp

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vio1315 · 5 years ago

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Theory 1: Exposition should only be given for something you have gotten the reader to ask/wonder

#Vio's Personal #this is a shower thought for you all #I was thinking about what are the exceptions to 'don't write 2 pages of exposition'#if it answers something the reader desperately wants to know then they'll happily dig into it #it will be 'finally!' Instead of a pill to swallow before getting to what you care about #I feel such exposition (super long ones) is usually used to explain magic systems or similar setting based things #which need to be understood if the reader is understand the protags options and stakes #Also murder mysteries have this for the reveal but by how that genre functions it always follows this theory

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zarvasace · 2 years ago

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Took a somewhat terrifying drive down muddy roads on the mountains today, so I came home and relaxed with a hot shower and drawing. (should've been writing oops)

I finished the set! It's Fourrrrrrr

Okay first of all wheelchairs are easier to draw than I thought but still kind of difficult. I know this isn't perfect, and I definitely want to redesign it later to look more fantasy (though the structure will still be modern), but I was kinda freaking out tonight so I didn't worry too much about it this time. Look forward to a post later detailing the wheelchair a bit more :)

After his first adventure but before the second, Four got thrown around while Minish-sized and sustained a spinal cord injury that gave him paraparesis. Paresis is also called partial paralysis—Four can only sort of move his legs. Most days, he uses the wheelchair (he and the Minish 1000% tricked it out), but on good days, he has two pairs of forearm crutches to choose from! The chair folds up and gets stuck in his magic bag when he doesn't need it.

(aside: I personally enjoy the idea that each Link has an extradimensional space somewhere, in a bag or a hat or a boot. I just want them to carry things around without being overencumbered or reliant on Wild's slate.)

Four can't walk without support, but he gets around just fine. It's pretty common for him to park his wheelchair at the edge of camp and just gets down to do stuff. If they're pressed for time or he's tired, he might let someone carry him, like up the stairs to a tavern room or to a tree during an ambush so he can snipe. He doesn't have a lot of pain, just weakness and the loss of sensation.

When he shrinks down, so does the chair, because magic. However, splitting doesn't duplicate the chair. It also messes with the injury. All four of Four have paraparesis, but to very different degrees, following the trend of his personality splitting into somewhat uneven pieces. Vio gets the brunt of it, almost full paraplegia, so he sticks with the chair. Red gets it about as bad as Four has, and is generally good with the crutches. Green gets it a little better, and uses crutches too (that's why they keep two pairs around.) Blue gets the least of it and is pretty much entirely ambulatory. He feels a little guilty but takes his role as a protector seriously.

PLUS PLUS he already has fingerless gloves!

Sorry this post got so long! I have so much I want to say! Four's one of my favorites, and my own experience with disability dealt with mobility issues, so it's pretty close to my heart. With all nine introduced, I'm not sure what the next post about this AU will be, but ask box is open for questions, thoughts, and screaming. :)

#disability au #linked universe #my writing #my art #lu four

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winterlinksandotherlinks · 3 years ago

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The battle duo I didn't know I needed until I had them (an accompanying piece to this angsty one over here, featuring Shadow, Green, and Blue)

We see a lot of sweet and soft Red floating around (which is wonderful, I love a sweet and soft Red as much as the next person), but Red in Battle Mode™️? is so satisfying?? Like ... just let the soft one be fierce. Let them be angry. Let them stand up for themselves and others. Let them find their claws and teeth, and let them use them

To honour that, I've gathered all my thoughts on Red so far (see below the cut)

A caveat: I think this interpretation of them is just a little bit to the left of how they're usually interpreted, because sweet and naive Red is all well and good, but red is a colour of passion, fire is one heck of an element, and even in the manga they grow more playful and mischievous, so I'd like to draw some of that out here:

non-binary, they/them pronouns — usually prefers slightly more masculine clothing, but keeps their hair on the longer side;

emotionally mature and good at communication;

has made the conscious decision to remain sweet, soft, and kind, even after realising that the world won't always treat them well for it;

patient, but that patience does have limits — do not cross those limits. I repeat: DO NOT CROSS THOSE LIMITS;

(THEIR FURY IS LIKE THE SUN FLARING, OBLITERATING ALL IN ITS VICINITY — IT’S BRIGHT, FIERCE, AND FIERY — IT’S DRY AND LEAVES NOTHING BUT DESERTS AND SCORCHED BONES — THE OCEAN EVAPORATES IN ITS PRESENCE — EAGLES TAKE TO THE WINGS AND FLEE, AND WOLVES TURN TAIL AND RUN — IT BURNS WITH THE PASSION OF ITS ELEMENT, AND ALL STANDING IN ITS PATH WILL PERISH);

afterwards, when the anger leaves them, they cry;

understands the importance of healthily expressing emotions, and feels strongly — weeps with joy, anger, pain, and grief alike;

has learned to use fire spells without the fire rod — it has raised their natural body temperature and heat tolerance (though they do also have to drink a lot more water than the rest to stay hydrated);

has no qualms about walking around shirtless, with shorts and sandals, from late spring to early autumn, because it's too warm;

polyamorous;

of all the Colours and Shadow, they're probably the best one at flirting (when they choose to do so), and they do it in a very soft and caring way — they treat their interests well, and take the time to figure out love languages, likes and dislikes, boundaries, and generally try to make the other person feel good (Blue sometimes gets a jealous, but he's working on it, and he's getting better at communicating when it happens and what sets it off — Red makes sure to reassure him and shower him with affection when necessary);

they have zero qualms about taking the flirting to a physically intimate level, as long as the other person is comfortable with it;

they're the one with the highest success rate in that department (yes, Green can also be extremely charming when he wants to, but Red has yet to fail even once, and Green is deeply mystified, while especially Shadow finds it hilarious — Red refuses to reveal their "secret" of how they manage it);

has the softest hair — it tangles really easily, and while they enjoy having someone run their fingers through it, they're also really sensitive to pulling, so they usually don't let other people do anything with their hair;

creative;

good at baking, and runs a small business from their home (they take pre-orders and do evening runs with Vio to deliver the goods);

wants kids (as does Blue, but although they both know he does, he's not ready to say the words out loud yet);

likes to be cozy;

their general philosophy in life is that living should be fun and enjoyable, and if it's not, you need to reevaluate why it's not and whether it's something you can change;

scrambled eggs is an important part of brunch (this is their eternal argument with Blue, since Blue prefers poached eggs, and of course they could make both, but that takes more time, so they've started alternating — Green has no opinion on this, as long as he gets eggs with his bacon — Shadow sometimes butts in and asks for fried or boiled eggs, just to be a menace, and Vio will 100% support him when he does);

and maybe Red has ADHD/tendencies towards ADHD? not entirely sure yet, so we'll see!

Thoughts I've mentioned before, that are related to Red:

third closest to their Zelda (Dot);

sometimes helps Blue in the forge, and enjoys figuring out how to make magical items;

starts courting Blue 3-4 years after their adventure;

proposes to Blue 3-4 years after they start courting;

crushed on both Blue and Green in the beginning (and sort of still does), but Green doesn't seem to be interested/shows confusing signs (Blue is aware of this, and also likes Green) — Red and Blue mutually agreed to not push Green about it;

thinks that Blue is the ultimate pillow;

pleads for a nap pile pretty much every day, usually right after dinner, to make sure Green gets some sleep (his insomnia can be really bad);

and has never caught a cold

As a random aside, while Green might have the strongest Dad Vibes (hello, awful jokes and terrible fashion), I feel like Red would have the strongest Dad Instincts (Blue has Mum Instincts and I'll die on this hill)

#red link #vio link #fsa manga #four swords #links winter au #a fierce red is something that can be so personal #i just ...#i have a new-found appreciation for them #i see their dimensions now #and im having feelings about them #so many feelings #idk what to do with them all #thats a lie ill be pouring them into the story #theres going to be so much colours content #hylia help me #also fun fact: vio's bow is based on the recurve bow i used when i competed on the women's archery team #final tag: shoutout to my partner for helping me figure out the grammar surrounding they/them pronouns! love you ❤#liwiau red #liwiau vio

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sporadicthingcollection · 3 years ago

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Fighting Dirty (Cad Bane x Fennec Shand)

Summary: After Bora Vio, Fennec Shand finds herself in competition with Cad Bane yet again.

Pairing: Cad Bane x Fennec Shand

Rating: 🌶️ Explicit 🌶️

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, alien anatomy, PiV sex, hospitalization (not serious)

Notes: Inspired by @spicedrobot's post from earlier today. The Devil works fast, but I work for him so I get express delivery. 😎

Bad (bad) blood (blood) Is takin' you for a ride The only thing good about bad blood Is lettin' it slide...

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The posting seemed straightforward enough. A rich man's employee ran off with some trade secrets and he wants him found. Bounty upon delivery.

So when Fennec Shand shows up at the address the man gave, she's surprised to see none other than Cad Bane waiting as well.

He doesn't seem to notice her up on the roof. He's too busy chewing on a toothpick as he speaks to the businessman.

She tenses, hand twitching towards her blaster. She could shoot him. He'll probably shoot her when he sees her, so no shame in getting the jump on him... But she's too high up. This was supposed to be a briefing and he'd left her rifle on the ship. All she has is her pistol.

Better safe than sorry.

She drops to the ground behind him, landing silently. She reaches for her weapon...

"Don't even think about it, Shand," Bane drawls. He doesn't even turn around.

She huffs. So close.

"Pleasure to see you again, Bane," she says simply.

She expects the client to be surprised -- bounty hunters don't just fall out of the sky. But he grins a slimy grin.

"And here's your motivation," he says.

Fennec raises a brow, as does Bane. "Motivation," he repeats.

The man continues. "Motivation. I need my man back fast. You two can... Motivate each other."

Fennec frowns. She doesn't like this. It seems... dirty, somehow. But credits are credits.

"Sounds good to me," she says.

Bane gives a rare, thin-lipped, smile. "Ya sound awfully confident for a greenhorn."

"I beat you once," she says. "I'll do it again."

There it is. The twitching of his fingers, the narrowing of his eyes. He's angry. Anger will throw him off his game, just like it did on Bora Vio.

"Oh ho, do I sense a pre-existing rivalry?" The client thinks he's being funny. He's not. "You have twelve hours. Let the best bounty hunter win."

"She will," Fennec says.

Bane doesn't say a word. He tosses his toothpick away and stalks away into the gloom.

She takes a deep breath.

Let the hunt begin.

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Her plan is sound. Find Bane, let him do all the work, and then ambush him and kill him.

But a problem quickly arises: Bane isn't doing anything. At all. He's sitting in a booth in a bar, nursing a whiskey and has been for several hours. She can see him through her scope.

She sits back and thinks. He's not stupid. There's no way he's just pissing away that much time...

She takes her shot.

Bane's head explodes into a shower of smoke, sparks, and shrapnel. The bar erupts into chaos.

She scowls to herself. She thought she was smarter than this.

Apparently not.

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Fennec finds Bane -- the real, moving Bane -- in a dingy, graffiti-splattered alley, tying up the unconscious target with some cord. He smirks as he sees her designator and quickly spots her position. He crooks a knobby finger at her, beckoning her closer.

She should just take the shot. End it right here and now.

But she doesn't.

Sliding down a drain pipe, she lands a few meters away.

"Didn't think it'd take ya so long to figure out," he says. He winds the ends of the cords around each other and pulls them tight.

"What do you want?" she asks.

"I respect a woman who can kick my ass," he says, tying another knot, "so I figured I'd give ya the heads up that the fat cat is gonna try and kill whoever brings in this idiot."

She frowns. "How do you know?"

"Been in this business since you were in bunches, girl." He gives one last pull before straightening up, dusting his hands. "Just trust me."

She levels the rifle at him. "I don't think I will," she says.

He chuckles, a dry sound like two stones grinding together. "Probably smart." He steps back and gestures at the tied-up man. "Go on. Take it."

"I think you should take him," she says.

He stares at her a moment, then shrugs. "Suit yourself," he says. He shoves his hands in his pocket and saunters off

She watches him go. There's a catch. Cad Bane doesn't just walk away from a bounty. Especially not one as lucrative as this.

But a bounty is a bounty.

She activates her comm and summons the client's men. Now to haul the catch to the rendezvous.

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Bane was right, annoyed as she is to admit it. But on the plus side, they didn't catch her completely by surprise because of him.

Three other goons were easy -- shoot one, snap the neck of the other, slam the third into a wall -- but the final Twi'lek has a head and a whole extra person's worth of fat and muscle on her.

She's exhausted from fighting the other three, and the Twi'lek slaps her around with no resistance. The only thing stopping her from blacking out completely is her helmet.

...Which a lucky uppercut knocks clean off her head. She goes sprawling.

She tries to scramble to her feet, but slips on the filthy ground. He looms over her, raising his foot to stomp her like an overripe fruit.

She's about to make her peace with the Maker, squeezing her eyes shut, when blaster fire echoes in the alley. She opens her eyes to see a smoking hole in his chest. Two more shots open two more holes.

The Twi'lek slumps and, slowly, falls forward. She narrowly avoids getting crushed by scrambling out of the way.

As she catches her breath, she hauls herself to her feet. She has to swallow thickly a few times, but eventually finds her words. Or a word, rather.

"Why?" she asks Bane.

He shrugs. "Sendin' a giant goon after a lady doesn't seem right to me," he says, holstering a blaster. "Ain't fair to beat up on someone ya got fifty kilos on."

She frowns. "So why'd you give me the target in the first place?"

His eyes glow faintly in the dim light, just barely illuminating his smirk. "'Cause I know you can hold your own against me," he says.

Give her the guy so she'll have to fight all the goons and she'll wear herself out too much to resist him taking the man for himself. It's actually kind of brilliant.

He crouches down low, pressing the barrel of his blaster to her jaw. "Shame to mar such a pretty li'l face," he murmurs. He cups her chin in her fingers.

Fennec stares into his eyes. Dark, red eyes the color of Human blood. Hardened eyes without a hint of softness...

She gets an idea.

Grabbing his breathing tube with one hand and pushing the blaster away with the other, she jerks his face closer to hers. He lets out a gasp, but it's silenced as she presses her lips to his.

She'd touched an Ordovese dog shark once, a long time ago in a past life. She'd expected it to be smooth, but it had a rough texture like sandstone.

Bane's lips remind her of that. Rough and scratchy, with flexible muscle beneath.

He tries to jerk away from her and force his blaster back into place, but her grip is too strong.

And after a few moments, he doesn't struggle anymore. He lays down his weapon and presses into the kiss.

If she didn't know better, she'd describe it as melting.

She can work with that.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pushes into the kiss, making him grunt. His tongue isn't rough at all -- flatter and thinner than a Human's. His mouth tastes cool and his saliva makes her own tongue tingle, but she continues the kiss.

Something pokes against her thigh, and she opens her eyes slightly. She's surprised to see his brow knit up and his own eyes closed. Whatever it is pokes again, and he lets out a barely-perceptible groan.

She can work with that, too.

She pushes him away and he damn near whimpers, a look of confusion on his face. He doesn't resist when she pushes him onto his back to straddle his waist, though he does frown slightly.

"Gonna kill me now?" he rasps.

She doesn't say a word. With deft hands, she unbuckles his gunbelt, then his trousers. Reaching into his fly, she wraps her fingers around an...

...oh my.

He's much... smaller than expected. Far beyond what could be considered usual for a sentient of his species. Thin. Long. Oddly... Spongey, despite being erect and leaking pre-cum.

Whatever.

She eases her trousers off and, after using his slick to lubricate herself a bit, drops atop him. There's no pain, no resistance from her body... She's hardly aware of it being in there at all.

No wonder he's so sour.

He must have seen the look on her face, because he rasps a chuckle. "Never been with one of my kind, eh?" Something close to glee lights up his face. She never thought she'd see a look like that on him, and it suddenly worries her. "You're in for a surprise, li'l lady."

She ignores him. She lifts herself up with her knees, then carefully drops down. She repeats the action, bouncing quickly and carefully. The faster this is over with, the faster she can get out of--

It begins to swell.

It's slow at first. Her body slowly feels fuller. Sliding gets harder. She has to work her knees a bit more.

She doesn't notice until it starts to sting a bit. Not enough to stop, but enough to give her pause. She glances down, then at Bane.

His head is lolled back, eyes lidded with lust and his gaze laced with sadism. It sends a surprise jolt to her core, the twitch making him groan.

It gets faster. Swells up to the point she can feel it pressing and molding against every groove and curve of her walls, like caulk plugging a hole in a hull.

She tries to bite it back, but the little groan escapes her before she can stop it. Bane's eyes light up even brighter -- literally. They almost appear to flash as his cock pulses inside her.

He doesn't say a word. Just starts pressing up into her in rhythm.

She has to clap her hand over her mouth to stop the groans threatening to sneak past her teeth. Then Bane grips her hip and helps her up and down and it's a lost cause.

"I love Human girls," he murmurs in a daze. "Just can't fill 'em, no matter how much ya swell up..."

He pushes his hips higher and, to her shock, it gets bigger. Stretches farther. Presses right up against everything that a woman could want pressed with a gentle pressure that makes head light.

She wills it to clear, but it still feels fuzzy. She needs to keep her head.

In and out. Up and down. Tense and relax. She rides him and he bucks into her, all sorts of noises escaping him. Groans, whines, hiccups, sounds that might be swears in his naive tongue. She's not sure.

What she is sure of is when he climaxes. His eyes go wide and the light on them winks out again and again, like a flickering bulb. "Can I--?" he sputters. "Inside--?"

She nods and squeezes her eyes shut. "Do it."

Bane is a whiner when he comes. High-pitched, animalistic, desperate noises escape his lips as his hips buck erratically. Something spurts into her pussy. She suddenly hopes it's just semen and that her birth control implant will block anything.

She bites her lips and tries to stay calm. Resist the pulse in her clit. Resist the twitch of her pussy. Resist the urge to press down and ride him until she gets her fill.

It's a few seconds at most, but it feels like an eternity.

She's just on the brink of giving in when he finally stops, collapsing against the ground and panting. His eyes are dim and he's grinning broadly as she eases herself off of him. His cock is back to the size it was before and there is a lot of liquid dripping out of her. She'll worry about that later.

She hikes her underwear and pants back up and quickly draws her blaster.

Bane is still smiling when she stuns him.

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Fennec won. She bested Cad Bane yet again and hauled in the bounty. The shocked man then gave her an extra fifty thousand to not kill him. She walked back to her ship and went to take a well-earned vacation.

She won. He lost. She should be happy.

And yet here she lies, scowling mightily, hooked up to an IV filled with antibiotics in an -- admittedly pretty fancy -- hospital.

It turns out that compounds in Duros ejaculate are incredibly irritating. This aids in conception in Duros females, but in Human females...

She'll be fine, the doctors said. Just in mild discomfort for the next few days. They'll keep her overnight to watch for any complications from the antibiotic treatment.

He knew. That son of a bitch knew. She should have known that he would know and that's why he let her do it in the first place.

The next time she sees him, she's just gonna kill him. Save on the medical bill.

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twink-between-worlds · 2 years ago

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splitting, barely fitting; sew up your skull, take your time, and we’ll be just fine

hiii sorry we kinda dropped this fic for a month by accident sobsob we do love writing this we just set impossible standards title is from Meteor Shower by Cavetown!

relationships; vio + erune, vio + blue, vio + green + zelda

ao3 link; x

“So…you’re alive, that’s a good thing.”Erune forced an awkward smile, stirring her tea with a spoon as Vio scoffed. “Thanks, Erune, I didn’t know that I was alive.”Vio mumbled, then sighed. “I’m sorry, that was rude. It’s just that…well, that’s the first thing anyone has been saying to me for the past month” “That’s okay. It must get frustrating, right?”She smiled a more genuine, friendly smile this time. Vio simply nodded, sipping their own tea. “Thank you for having me over.” “I didn’t want to assume that your dislike of public spaces had changed at all, so…I’d assumed you’d like it more if we just hung out here.” “You are…the first person to take that into consideration. I know the others mean well, but…I don’t think I’m ready for being in public right now. I mean, I don’t even have a hand right now. People are gonna ask.” “I…would ask, but it’s probably a touchy subject.” “I would tell you, but your mother is in the other room and I don’t need another person doing a welfare check on me.”Vio deadpanned, waving Erune’s concern off. “I’ll tell you someday.” “You don’t have to ever tell me if you don’t want to. I am, however, going to ask about that hair. It looks like you haven’t cut it in a while.” “Surprisingly, I have terrible coordination so haven’t been able to. It’s fine, though.” “I could cut it for you.”Erune offered, looking at the other. Vio fell quiet, considering it. Part of them is begging to let her cut it, but… Shadow liked them having longer hair. It’d started growing during their time in the fire temple, and Shadow had loved putting little braids in it if Vio wouldn’t sleep. “You should grow it out,”Shadow had muttered to Vio one night. “Mh, yeah?” “Yeah. You’d look nice with long hair. I could braid it for you, too.” “You’re shockingly good at braids.”Vio stated bluntly, causing Shadow to nod in agreement. “I know! It’s literally something I didn’t even know I could do before.” Vio hummed, and they’d thought about it. “Okay. I’ll grow it out long enough for you to put a longer, full braid in my hair.” And Shadow had smiled—no, he’d beamed at them upon hearing Vio say those words. They thought about that a lot. If Shadow were still here, Vio would probably have a braid in their hair all the time. Shadow loved doing it. Maybe it was because it was something to do, maybe it was his way of showing appreciation, Vio isn’t sure. But Vio does know that it was nice. It was nice to see Shadow so relaxed and calm. He was always gentle, too, never tugging too hard on Vio’s hair even when their hair had knots in it. “Uh—I’ll…keep that offer in mind. I think I’ll just keep it like this for now..” “Okay, whatever makes you happy.”She whistled. “So, how’ve you been adjusting to being back?” “It’s…way more difficult than it seems. I haven’t been around anyone for so long..now Red barely wants to leave my side, and if she isn’t there she gets Blue to stay with me. I love ‘em, really, they’re my friends. But..I like being alone, y’know?” “I get that.”She nodded softly. “Being alone can be nice sometimes.” “I’ve been alone for so long. You’d think I’d hate being alone now.” “Solitude can be nice.” “I know that.”Vio smiled. “I was alone for months…until Green showed up, of course.” “...would you have come back if you weren’t found?” Vio paused, thinking about it for a minute. “No. I wouldn’t have. Didn’t have a rhyme or reason to.” “How come?” “I didn’t miss anyone when I was away,”Vio admitted. “I was too…caught up on the ideal of being alone to really miss anyone. I believed I was better off alone…I still think I’m right.” “What makes you feel like that?”She frowned, concern filling her eyes, and Vio wished they’d kept their mouth shut. “Vio, what makes you think you’re better off alone? Nobody deserves to be alone.” “I do.”Vio hummed out with the confidence of the entire army. “I deserve to be alone. I wasn’t really alone anyways.” “Huh?” “I had my thoughts. And who can really be alone if you have those?” “Vio..”Erune frowned, gently holding Vio’s hand. “That isn’t healthy. None of this is.” “Rune. If you’re gonna give me the same lecture everyone else has, I’m just…going.” “Maybe you should listen.”Erune sighed, watching as Vio got up. “It was nice seeing you.”Was all they said before walking out. Vio walked down the path, staring at the ground. They didn’t…mean to be rude to Erune, but— But she’s wrong! Everyone’s wrong! Vio deserves a helluva lot worse than just ‘being alone’—hell, they deserve death. But Vio hasn’t said that, Vio won’t say that. They can’t stand the others incessantly worrying about them. It’s so…it’s so infuriating! Vio doesn’t need pity. Vio wants to be alone. If Vio’d wanted to come back, they would have! But they didn’t! Vio was perfectly fine in the fire temple. Who cares if Vio hasn’t been eating? Who cares about Vio’s severe lack of sleep? Vio never had to deal with this in the fire temple. Goddesses—the fire temple was Vio’s home! It was theirs and it was Shadow’s. It was theirs. The fire temple was where they’d both lived, was where Vio had made all their best memories. And now? Now Zelda and Green are talking about tearing it down. They talk about it in front of Vio as if they aren’t even there! It’s cruel. They’re both cruel. None of them had even bothered to ask what Vio thinks of their stupid plan. It’s like they’re still not even here… Vio didn’t become an idiot while they were gone—of course they didn’t, that wouldn’t make sense. So why is it that everyone is treating them in the way you would treat a newborn baby? Vio’s not fragile, Vio won’t break or scream or cry at everything. Vio’s an 18 year old who is as in control of their emotions as a ruler is in control of their kingdom. Vio hates being treated this way. It’s unfair! Just because they’re impulsive it doesn’t mean they’re an idiot. They’re—they’re still smart…right? Even smart people can make mistakes. But…they don’t want to make a mistake right now. They have to tell Zelda and Green that they can’t tear down the fire temple—they can’t. It’s not right. If—no, when Shadow gets back, they don’t really expect him to live with them, do they? He’d want to go home, to the fire temple. The fire temple is his home. Vio can’t let them take more from Shadow than they already had. Spinning on their heel, Vio began to walk towards the castle. They can’t let the fire temple be torn down—they can’t. “Green!”Vio breathed out once they’d spotted Green a little bit away, standing and talking to a seemingly agitated Blue. “Vio—weren’t you with Erune today?” “I was but then I got mad and left. Listen—I need to talk to you and Zelda, like, yesterday.” “Is it…important?” “Yeah. I think it is.” Green shrugged and nodded. “I’ll…go get her. Wait here.” Vio nodded in response, watching Green walk off. “You seem annoyed, Blue. What’s up?” “Green’s acting like he knows everything. Mind knockin’ him down a peg somehow?” “Of course, it’s what I’m best at. What’s he thinking he knows now?” Blue paused, then sighed. “He thinks that destroying the fire temple will ‘fix’ you.” “What?”Vio’s mouth feels dry. “But…I don’t need fixing..?” “I know, I know. You need healing and help, not ‘fixing’. But Green thinks that the fire temple existing is why you’re so…”Blue blinked, gesturing up and down Vio’s body with a vague noise. “You just gestured to all of me.” “That’s the point.”Blue snorted. “Anyways. I know he means well but he’s doing a fuckin awful job. Even I’m not being that bad and I suck at this.” “No you don’t.”Vio hummed. “What I’m about to do will knock him down anyways.” “You’re not gunna tell me, are you?” “You’ll…find out when Green gets mad at me.” “Vio. Flower. Don’t do anything that you know will make people mad.” “I have to! I can’t let them do this, berry..I can’t. I won’t let it happen, not without fighting it.” “...flower, be careful. Don’t give Green a reason to mark you as insane.” “Why?” Blue fell quiet. Vio’s curious, though. “Why, Blue?” “You’ve been gone for months, and returned with a hand missing. Green could put you in a cell for reason of insanity, Vi.” “They still do that..?” “Unfortunately. Zel’s tryna change it but her pops won’t fucking budge.” “...oh.”Vio mumbled, backing up. “I don’t wanna be in a cell.” Maybe they shouldn’t. …fuck that. “But I have to do this, Blue.”Vio crossed their arms. “What are you even wanting to do, Vi?” “I can’t—” “Vi!” The two turned, looking to see Green waving Vio over, standing next to Zelda. “...gotta go. See ya, Blue.” “Be careful, Vio.” “I will be.”Vio shot Blue a gentle smile before walking over to Green and Zelda. “Hey.” “You needed to talk?”Zelda hummed, linking one of her arms with one of Green’s and her other arm with one of Vio’s. “...yes. It’s important to me.” “What’s it ‘bout?” They gulped at Green’s question, biting their lip. Would…Shadow appreciate this? Would Shadow want Vio to save the fire temple for him..? They don’t know. “The fire temple.”Vio sighed softly, looking down. “I can’t let it be destroyed.” “...Vio—” “Blue told me what you think, Green.”They stated bluntly. “But you need to hear me out. When Shadow comes back—do you think he’ll just want to live with us here? Do you really think that? Listen. I know him. When he comes back—he’ll want familiarity. He’ll want to be home. The fire temple is our—”Vio took a breath. Not ‘our’ home. It’s Shadow’s. “—his home.”They’d finished. “Oh, Vio…he’s…isn’t he?—”Zelda held her breath, looking at Vio with concern. Vio scoffed mentally. They don’t need concern. Not about this. “He’ll come back.” Vio knows he will. He has to. He wouldn’t willingly stay away. “He hated being alone, and there’s nothing lonelier than death.” “You sound so sure.” “Because I am.”They huffed out. “Shadow will come back one day. I’ll do everything I can to help him, too. So—please. You can’t tear it down.” Green let out a sigh. “Violet, we care about you enough to know that the fire temple staying up isn’t healthy for your mental state. I mean—you think he’ll come back.” “He will. Don’t you fucking dare try to tell me that you care.”Vio tugged their arm out of Zelda’s, turning to glare at Green. “Don’t you dare tell me that you care when you talk about tearing the fire temple down in front of me. I lived there for months, do you really think there wasn’t a reason for it?” “...Vio. It’s—the fire temple is dangerous, we don’t want any travellers getting curious–” “Then I’ll help make it safer, Zel! Just—please. Either you keep it up willingly, or I make sure you can’t tear it down. And I don’t want to have to do that.” “Is that a threat?”Green frowned. Vio whistled, and shook their head, then bit their lip and looked at Green in the eyes. They see the fear and caution in Green’s eyes and—oh, they haven’t felt a rush like this in so long, they missed feeling this way. The feeling brings back good memories.. “It can be a threat if you want it to be. Just...think about what I’ve said.”And with that, they turned and walked away, heading home.

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow writings #📚🌈#splitting barely fitting #four swords #four swords fic #vio link #erune #fsa zelda #green link #sbf vio #sbf green #sbf zelda #sbf erune

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shadowlinktheshadow · 2 years ago

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The flying plane thing from the direct is literally just this:

#the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #tloz #loz #loz totk #totk #zelda totk #zelda #botw 2 #nintendo direct #vios shower thoughts

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cafecourage · 3 years ago

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The moment they realized they loved you. (Isekai Au Edition) Part 3

If you want more information on this AU here is the Link!

Hyrule:

- It confusing and full of yearning.

- The Fae Folk are very affectionate in nature. Physical touches and platonic kisses are just normal. Hyrule growing up briefly with them had adopted this habit.

- You are like that as well so you’re the one to take care of Hyrule when he wanted affection. Since other then Legend, it’s awkward to ask the others.

- He finds however while he still asks/gives you affection. He gets more flustered and embarrassed when you initiated contact.

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Admittedly Hyrule never had a clear understanding of Hylian social norms. Some things were easy to pick up when he was just traveling by himself. However, there was a lot that conflicted with Fae social norms. While yes, the Fae were more mischievous and could be borderline malicious, they are very affectionate creatures. Which was the one of many things Hyrule picked up when he was being raised by the Great Fairy.

Before you join the chain, he had to hold himself back from being overly affectionate with the group. Yes, when he had chances, he would give a quick side hug or ruffling of the hair for the younger Link’s. But nothing on the level of cuddles or small peaks on the cheek and forehead. You though! You were the one to lay the affection on everyone thick. Most if not every Hero has melted from all the complements and physical affection.

Hyrule was living his best life now with you! Cuddles are a must for the two of you. Especially when one another has been having a rough day. You’ve also gotten the others involved with this newly formed ritual. He just over all feeling comfortable and loved.

Which then leads to Hyrule’s issue. Slowly he began to feel embarrassed with every peak after he heals you. Then his heart begins to race when he is cuddled up resting his head against your chest. Even holding your hands became hard for him to stand! It felt so warm but also made him fearful. He was scared of losing you. Losing this warmth. This comfort. He wanted to keep it but scared that this feeling was to good for him.

“-and that’s what happen so far.” He was visiting the Great Fairy Cotera of Wild’s Era. He had visited her each time they visited Kakariko. Cotera gently hummed messing with his hair. “What should I do?” He looks up to the giantess worriedly. His small sisters surround him ether sitting on top of him or by his side.

Their mother hummed as she thought about his problem. “My dear sweet child.” She started after a long pause “this human… do you feel different compared to your other friends? Or with your siblings in the forest?”

Hyrule thought about it after a while shook his head. “No… I did used to feel embarrassed with the others but it was different. This is more… warm?”

“Warm?” She urges him gently to continue. “Do you hate it?”

“No…” he sounded like a child, fidgeting in his seat “I hate how anxious it makes me now.” You meant a lot to him. Hyrule knew you meant a lot to everyone too, but that normal! You’ve helped them all in some sort of way! Yet he was deep in that unidentifiable emotion towards you. He adores you. All of you. Even during your more impulsive actions he didn’t mind having to heal you. Of course, he would truly rather not heal anyone with his magic. Yet… with you giving his payment in kisses on the cheek or forehead… he can’t stay mad at you.

“Chin up little one.” Cotera lifted up his head “your feelings are valid and has a simple explanation.” Hyrule pouted slightly making her giggle a bit tapping lightly on his nose. “You my dear seem to love your sweet human.”

It was like a lanterned was just lit in a dark cave he was wandering in. Finally revealing a path out. Everything thing slowly explaining itself. “Oh…” was all he could say as he was comprehending it. His sisters were giggling at their brother’s expense causing him to blush. It all made to much sense.

“Roolie! Are you nearby?” He and the Great Fairy both perk up when they heard your voice. He stared up at the Great Fairy expectingly.

“Well?” Cotera nudged him off of the petals of her fountain. “What are you waiting for little one?”

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- Well, that was embarrassing and he knows once he starts perusing you. The more his siblings of the forest will start to tease him. Not only that but the chain also catches on pretty quickly.

- He becomes a blushing and stuttering mess around you, not pulling away from your touch but leaning more into him.

- It will be a miracle if he confesses but he will! And he will do it in a more intimate manner though, with or without help.

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Four:

- It took long to accept but filled with soft cotton fluff.

- Isn’t canon in the manga that the colors (minus Vio) straight up try to impress a girl they just met?

- Now I’m not saying he is like that now a days, but old habits die hard right. He probably doesn’t even recognize that he still does it.

- Honest to God the resident brain cell is the only one that new point blank what was happening. Having a “not again” moment.

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It’s been a while since Four was back in his forage. He missed every second of it. The smithing process was the one hobby each color had in common. As Link they found it relaxing, something to get their mind off of things.

That morning was no different. Traveling on the road was stressful even for a seasoned adventurer. Traveling alone was boring which was the upside according to Red. It relieved them of responsibility Green was used to taking upon himself to carry. Blue was at least a lot calmer with having to be on alert all the time. Vio had pointed out this was mainly because of You.

The chaos came back full force. The same argument has been happening recently, it was about his feelings towards you. Now they all liked you as a friend. Four knew that for a fact. He was only six when he felt your presence and this situation, he was in was as if an imaginary friend became real! At least that’s what Red felt.

No matter if they were unified or separated, Four could trust you to help him out of even the messiest situations. So, what if some of those situations were caused by him trying to impress you? That doesn’t mean anything!

Just because Blue became a stuttering mess when you surprised Four with a flower crown just meant he was taken aback at your kindness! He isn’t good at showing his emotions. Yeah, so what about Green becoming a soft mess when you first showered him in praise and affection. Wouldn’t any person do that from someone that been through hell and back with them? It doesn’t count that Red craves your affection! He is like that with everybody and just because it makes him feel different it doesn’t count. Someone saves Vio from this.

Four was conflicted which is why he was working so early in the morning. They wouldn’t shut up about their own feelings. It was a chaotic mess inside his head as soon as he woke up. A weight on his back clued him back into reality “Good morning!” You while looking down at him smiling still holding on lazily. “How is the most beautiful person here doing?”

Ah. There goes most of composure out the window. Vio was the last one standing with Green and Blue almost hanging on. You loved to tease him and he was never able to get you back. “Don’t know how are you?” Four was really struggling to keep unified and calm. He was shaking because of the other three’s nerves. You stared at him wide eyed.

“Jeez look at you!” You give him a squeeze before finally let go of him “you’ve grown! If only you were that smooth towards Erune.” You teased.

The blush he was so desperately trying to beat down started to flare up this time out embarrassment. “Can we not talk about that?” Four could only cringe when he thought back at that bit in his adventure. Him and Erune have been close friends since then, but the colors were really trying to play the hero in front of the poor girl back then. Their antics truly were really not impressing anyone.

Green was really happy he grew out of it. Seriously it‘s not like Blue really cared about it anyway he was just a kid! Red was just happy that he got a long-term friend out of it! The audacity the others had was killing Vio. They are still just as bad and it seems like no one was listening to reason.

An explosion of emotions and thoughts collided in Four’s skull. Three denying their logical side’s claim all while getting thrown every instant in their faces by the odd one out. “Whatcha making anyway?” You were observing the short knife blade curiosity not seeing the other’s internal debate. Vio felt like he had to spell it out to each of them. Pulling up memories of their actions towards the outlander. Four struggled to focus on what you were saying but it was too loud!

“Woah there.” You turn him away from his project letting it sit safely on a cooler section of the work top. “Breath Link.” You where kneeling down in-front of him holding his hand. He focused on your warmth. The way you rubbed small circles on the back of his hand. On your voice that instructed him to breathe. In for four, hold for seven, let out for eight. Repeat. Slowly the divide melded back together. Soon the voices faded out. “There we go.” You whispered “good job Link.” Four stared back at you still tired from everything but nonetheless happy that your here with him.

Man, he loved you so much.

Wait-

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- It was definitely an I told you so moment.

- Four as a whole though is still struggling to come to terms with it, even though he had already admitted his feelings.

- Another case of: drown him in affection until he realized. Not because of him not believing you! It’s just you have four people in a trench coat here! If one is conflicted then four as a whole will feel that subtly.

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Bonus (just Headcanons):

Wind (finding out that a Link has a crush on you)

- The little gremlin is going to have a field day! He was thinking about messing around but the other hero is doing his work for him!

- The only one saved from this Black Mail harvest is you. He does have a few things but you mostly let him off the hook when he gets in trouble anyway sooooo…

- Not the best wing man but he honestly isn’t trying. He is just enjoying the journey.

- He might be tempted to help if he was asked but there isn’t much he could do. You are his right hand after all! Why would he let your secrets go so easily?

- Imagine Wind just vibes with you when the other Link is trying their best and you literally ask if the other hero was ok since they are acting weird around you. It would take Wind a minute to get an answer because all he is thinking is: ‘are you dense?’

- Or on the flip side. If you know about their feelings. He would definitely be on board of helping you out. Again, you’re his right hand! Of course, he’ll help you! (Favoritism)

- Wind: “Don't worry. He likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read their diary.” (Y/n): “He thinks it's fancy?”

(Part 1) and (Part 2)

My First Request is now done :D! That was fun. Thank you Pinky and Star for the request <3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #london fog tea #Lu Hyrule #Lu Four #Lu Wind #WIND THE PIRATE BROTHER!#thats the tag for just wind stuff lol #isekai au

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hostilecityshowdown · 2 years ago

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“Hold them down.”

Vio and Adam Bomb

"Put- me- down-!"

Every head in catering turned towards the hall. This was supposed to be everyone's downtime; almost everyone was done for the night, showered and getting ready to film their final promos or break down after the show. Bret Hart was main eventing, closing out the program with comfortable predictability. No one was in the mood for an outburst, but neither did anyone have the energy to get up and see what was going on. Leave that to the Monsoons and the Harts and the bored referees. Briskly, Adam Bomb walked past the double doors, carrying under one arm what appeared to be a member of the venue's outrigging team, flailing and shouting. Nothing worth worrying about, in that case. Everyone went back to eating, chatting, and drying their hair.

Out in the parking lot, Adam Bomb pulled his goggles up over his eyes and opened the back of his explosive detonation vehicle. The person under his arm was firmly set down on their feet inside the van and, crossing his arms over his chest, Adam scrutinised them through his goggles, nodding his head and muttering his way through his nuclear safety checklist. Any metal on the rigging gear strapped his abductee was flaking, embrittled. A stud fell off one of the belts when they stomped their foot. "Look, I'm a big fan, but-"

"Exceeding acceptable levels!" Adam shouted back, an arm snapping up, finger pointed towards the evening sky. His ward just blinked at him through their green shades and frowned, confused. "You're emittin' dangerous amounts of radiation, young… Er…"

"Violent," they sighed, folding their legs under them and falling into a seated position. They began looking around his van, finally taking in all the different technology. It looked like a reactor control room, but with video games. They picked up his big box copy of Apocalypse: The Game of Nuclear Devastation, one of many titles stacked above a custom display case for his ZX Spectrum. "Vio. Whoa. These are yours?"

"Hmm," Adam's pointing hand went to his chin, jaw jutting slightly as the lights on his goggles flashed. They were part of a built-in RIID and hologram HUD, providing numerically accurate readouts of how quickly Vio's radiation levels were dropping as they calmed. Of course, he didn't need any device to know, but he liked having data measured in something more tangible than sensation. After tapping out a quick message on his PDA to Johnny Polo requesting he make decontamination arrangements, Adam climbed into the van next to Vio and shut them in, red lights automatically illuminating the interior. They accepted the beanbag chair he offered and tilted their head when he showed them a board game box. "Warlord. One of the original copies from '74. A rarity."

"Wow. I thought you were a crazy scientist."

"I am," Adam grinned wide, pulling his goggles back down around his neck. He carefully slid the box back where it belonged before holding out his arms, struggling to find room in the confined space. His Pennsylvanian accent thickened when he was excited. "Everything's been modified on a molecular level to resist radioactive decay. But that ain't what you poised as a rigger t'hear."

"I-" They put the video game back on the shelf and crossed their arms, shrugging. He could feel their radiation levels climbing and frowned, patting their knee. "I'm just… A really big fan, okay? I wanted to get out for once. See wrestling in person. See you-"

The doors were yanked open, revealing Johnny Polo in a highlighter yellow radiation protection suit, lugging a metal box on a dolly. Vio froze, wide-eyed. Johnny started hefting the box into the van, straining. "Hold them down!"

Before they could stop Adam, he was kneeling on their back, ignoring their thrashing and shrieking. Johnny clamped the lead box over their head, lined in urethane pyramids. They screamed and scratched at it as he held it shut, grunting when their nails scratched the suit above his gloves.

"Like a cooling rod, kid," Adam shouted, having to raise his voice for Vio to hear him. They were quickly losing strength, emitting only a high frequency whine beneath him, and he gingerly swapped hands with Johnny. "Got a layer of split-ring resonators, too, can't see those, though. I'll teach you how to make 'em."

Vio's vision went dark, the chamber sapping them of energy.

"And that's how I became his apprentice," Violent beamed, fixing their bun in one of the many glamorous mirrors decorating Marlena's parlour. Across from them, Goldust lounged, staring over his wine in what was just as likely to be fascination as mild repulsion. He blinked his long, glittering lashes at them slowly, tilting his glass and sipping loudly.

"He kidnapped you."

"He liquidated me, technically," Vio laughed, "I'm his star pupil. His only pupil, actually, but that still makes me his best one." Goldust smiled. There was something so wrong with this kid.

#if you aren't mango or i this is going to make zero sense. mango is my only target audience here #i think this is funnier with zero context #[ colour commentary ]#[ mango madness ]#long post #also my shoulders hurt so i will not format this and that is Fine [self affirmation]

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f0rever15elf · 4 years ago

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They Were Roommates: Part 3 - The Dog

Part 3 of They Were Roommates: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 (Coming soon) Pairing: Modern!Pero Tovar x f!reader Rating: NC-17 Word count: 5,524 Warnings: Smut (again, not sorry), oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, dry humping, teasing, soft!pero, blood mention, food mention, swearing, no beta

Summary: Pero wants a dog, and this leads to several big decisions.

A/N: @whiskeyslasso once again coming in clutch with the inspo! Also, this chapter puts this whole story at just over 21,000 words in three chapters. I am astounded.

Masterlist | Ao3

You have no idea how you had let Pero convince you to go to the shelter, you really don’t. Yet, here the two of your are, hand in hand, waiting for your turn to play with the dogs who were up for adoption.

“Pero,” you sigh, looking up at him.

“Mmm.”

“We really don’t have room for a dog right now. The apartment is too small, and a dog deserves a yard to be able to run around and play in. I’d feel so bad keeping it inside all day.” A pout pulls at the corner of your lips as Pero pulls you closer to his side, a heat flushes your cheeks. This still not something that you’re use to. When the staff member waves the two of you back, Pero all but yanks you forward as he nearly sprints into the back. You can’t remember a time ever seeing him more excited.

“We have dogs of all ages available for adoption today, mainly mutts where we have only been able to guess at pedigree.” The poor girl leading you around is nearly drowned out by the overwhelming amount of barking.

“That does not matter,” Pero speaks up quickly, and you smile.

“Fantastic. I can’t tell you how many people we had come in looking for pure breeds.” She shakes her head, opening the gate to the play pin. You can’t help the sound that comes from you, somewhere between a coo and a whine as you collapse to the ground to be attacked by the dogs. You love the furry beasts, you really do, but you just…don’t know about having one right now. Pero kneels beside you, petting the animals as they venture towards you both, the frown lines on his face lessening ever so slightly. You take pause when you hear a sonorous boof! looking up just in time to be waylaid by an absolutely massive dog, the furry beast sending you sprawling flat on your back as it attacks your face with excited licks. Pero is terrified for a moment that you’ve been hurt until he hears your laughter as you try to sit back up. He helps to ease the dog off of you, distracting it as he showers it in attention and scritches.

“This dog is magnificent,” he grumbles, scratching behind her ears and you nod before grabbing his sleeve to wipe off your face. The look of disgust and disbelief has you near bursting at the seams when you look back up at him. “That was disgusting, bella.” You grin at him before moving to pet the dog yourself. Overwhelmed with the attention, she flops against Pero nearly knocking him down to show her belly which you happily rub.

“Ah, yes, this one is a really sweet. She doesn’t have a name yet, came to us earlier today, actually. An anonymous drop on our front patio, kennel and everything. We think it was a case of she got bigger than the owner was expecting.” The staff member hovers over your shoulder, smiling. “She’s mostly Newfoundland, not sure if she’s a pure breed though. Clocks in about about 120 pounds, the heavier end of Newfie females.”

“She is perfect.” Hearing his comment, you open your mouth to protest as you look over to Pero, but the look in his eyes has you melting on the spot. “Isn’t she, hermosa? Strong and beautiful. Like you.” Heat rushes to your cheeks as the shelter staff member bubbles about how adorable the two of you are. “Please, hermosa?” Your will falters under the gaze of your new boyfriend, but it’s when you look at the dog that you truly cave. The pup is staring up at you with eyes that match Pero’s, such a soft brown. She looks so happy as he lavishes her with attention, her tail wagging non-stop.

“O…Okay, Pero…we can take her home.” He reaches out for your hand, giving it a squeeze before refocusing his attention on the dog. The staffer hands you the adoption paperwork for you to begin filling out.

Where the hell were you going to be able to keep this massive creature?

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“This might have been a mistake,” you sigh, dropping your face into your hand as the new companion wanders around the small house, taking in the smells. “It’s like we adopted a small horse…”

“Hermosa,” Pero comes up to you after having set out the food and water at the end of the kitchen for the furry behemoth prowling your home. “We must name her, eh? Something fitting of a beauty like her.” His hands make their way around your waist, pulling you to him as you bring your hands to rest on his chest. The skin between his eyebrows creases in serious thought. “Perhaps Esmeralda?”

“You mean like from the Hunchback of Notre Dame?”

“From what?” He asked, starring down at you puzzled.

“What do you mean ‘From what?’ Have you never seen that movie?” He shakes his head and you gasp, feigning offense. “That cannot be allowed. We’ll watch it with dinner one of these nights.” He just nods, clearly still confused. “As for the name…I like it, so long as I can call her Essy.”

“No, her name is Esmeralda, not Essy.”

“But Essy sounds so cute!” He grumbles for a moment about how it diminishes the name until you get tired of it, reaching up to pull his lips to your own, silencing the grump. His grip around your waist pulls you a bit more tightly to him causing you to smile into the kiss. When you pull away, you reach up and tap his nose, giggling at the way his face scrunches in mild distaste when you do.

“Fine…you can call her Essy,” he grumbles, resting his forehead against yours.

“Gracias, gruñón.” His hand moves to smack your ass lightly and you squeak, pressing up against him as a low chuckle reverberates in his chest.

“You could call me so many other things, yet still it is gruñón you choose.”

“What, should I call you mí novio? Guapo?” You get up on your tip toes as you pull his head down so his ear is level with your lips, whispering. “Papí?” You swear you hear the wire snap holding Pero’s self control together as he hoists you over his shoulder, heading to the bedroom with a sharp smack on your backside again. You squeal at the smack, face flushed hot. He kicks the door shut behind him, tossing you on the bed before crawling over you, crashing his lips against yours in a needy kiss as his arms cage you underneath him. Your arms wrap around his neck, grabbing fist-fulls of his soft hair in just the way he likes. Every time Pero kisses you, you find yourself getting lost in all of it. The taste of him, the feel of his lips, the sound of his sighs and grunts as he grinds against you…it always borders on too much in the most pleasurable of ways.

Surprising him, you shift your weight to knock one of his arms out from underneath him, wrapping your leg around his hip to use your weight to roll the both of you over. You sit there straddling his hips, smirking down at him. The surprise on his face lasts only the briefest of moments before his eyes darken, hands landing firmly on your hips to drag you against his crotch. You let out a soft, needy moan, leaning down to kiss him…until you hear a whimper from outside the door and you freeze. Your eyes lock with Pero’s for a moment, and you consider just leaving the dog out there and continuing your fun until you remember that you’re a renter, and you have absolutely no desire to have the dog damage anything.

“Sorry, Pero. We may need to wait until the baby is asleep.” You grin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before removing his hands and hopping off of him. Pero grumbles something too fast, too low, and too in Spanish for you to catch, probably something about being cock blocked by a dog, before he gets up to follow you. Slowly opening the door, you’re very nearly mowed over again by a very excited, very large dog. Your downstairs neighbors were going to hate you…

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It had only been a week since the newest addition to your household had joined you, but in that week you could already tell she had Pero wrapped around her paws.

“No giant dogs on the couch,” you said, only to come home literally that same night from a late shift to see your man and his dog cuddling on the couch.

“No, she can’t sleep in the bed Pero,” you had told him as he borderline pouted at you. Well, as close to pouting as you have ever seen the man with the permanent scowl get. When you stepped out of the shower a bit sooner than he had expected, you saw Pero shoo the dog from the bed as he attempted to play innocent.

But for all of the rule breaking and spoiling, Pero takes very good care of the dog. The first thing he does when he gets home after kissing you is take the dog for a walk while you cook, and it shocks you a bit just how easy it is for you to settle in to this routine. Less than four months with your grumpy Spanish man, and you are already finding it difficult to not call yourselves a family.

Pero is out on one of those walks with Esmeralda at this very moment as you slice up onions for the stir fry. Your mind wanders a bit too far from the task at hand, lost in thought about what the future could hold for you both, until you hiss as the blade catches your thumb, the knife in your hand clattering to the ground.

“Shit! Fuck!” you scream, clenching your teeth as you run to the sink, trying to avoid getting blood absolutely everywhere from the deep gash in your thumb. Your ears ring at the sight of the blood running down the drain as you try to remember to breathe. You had never been able to stand the sight of blood, especially not your own. The sound of the front door and large paws on the wood floors is a welcome relief as your knuckles turn white from the harsh grip on the sink.

“Hermosa, we’re back,” Pero calls from the front door as he removes his shoes.

“P-Pero…” you groan, hardly audible over the sound of the running water in the sink. The shaking in your knees finally becomes too much and you hit the ground, the world spinning around you as your ears ring. Pero calls your name and you’re vaguely aware of his footsteps as he runs to the kitchen. A string of profanity slips from his lips as he grabs a towel, wrapping it around your hand as he cradles your body against his. “B-blood,” you try to explain, praying the contents of your stomach decide to stay where they should.

“Shhhh, cariño, I’m here. It’s alright, it is just a small cut. I will take care of it, and of you.” Once your breathing has evened out, Pero stands, helping you up as you cradle your hand to your chest. Your thumb was starting to throb and you bite back tears because of it. He ushers you to the bathroom, scowl firmly in place. To anyone else, he would appear irritated at you, but you could see the concern that was present in his gaze. He sits you on the toilet seat before rummaging in the medicine cabinet for the alcohol and bandages. “Don’t look.” Calloused fingers gently turn your head away before he takes off the towel, quickly pouring a bit of alcohol on the wound. You whimper and try to pull your hand away out of reflex as it stings, but his strong grip around your wrist keeps you firmly in place as he blows on the cut, the cool air soothing a bit of the sting. Once it’s dry, he wraps a bandage around it, making sure the cut is pressed firmly together. He brings your bandaged hand to his lips, kissing it gently before kissing each of your knuckles, gazing back up at you. Tears shine in your eyes partially from the throbbing of your thumb, and partially from the embarrassment of what just happened.

“Are you alright, belleza?” The concern lacing his voice causes you to sniffle as you try desperately to fight back the tears, nodding.

“I was daydreaming and the knife slipped… I really hate blood Pero.” Your bottom lip trembles and he brings his hand to gently cup your cheek. Leaning into the touch, your eyes slip closed for a moment, the pad of his thumb running along your cheekbone to soothe you. When you open your eyes again, he is watching you with that same intense stare, like he’s working to memorize every single line of your face. As if at any moment you would slip away from him.

“I will clean the kitchen and finish dinner. You rest with the dog in the living room, alright?” All you can do is nod, the tenderness in his gruff voice so soothing you just want to melt into it. The corner of his lip quirks in a small smile before he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. He helps you to your feet, holding you steady as you slowly make your way to the living room. Essy is already on the couch, and she lets out a whine as Pero helps you over, easing you down. You immediately cuddle up to the fluffy beast, nuzzling your face into her fur. Ok…yeah, the puppy can be on the couch, you decide. Pero pets your hair gently, whispering comforting words of affection before heading to the kitchen.

When the stir fry is done, Pero brings a small serving to you, taking his place on the very little remaining space left on the couch. You pull your feet up to offer him more room, but he just grunts, moving your legs so they rest in his lap. “Eat, hermosa. You’ll feel better.” He was right, you know he was, so with a sigh you sit up, grabbing the plate.

“It smells good, Pero. Thank you for finishing everything.” He nods, grabbing the remote to flip on the TV, not making a big deal out of anything.

“What was this movie you demanded I watch when we named Esmeralda?” His eyes flick to you then back to the TV.

“Oh, right! It’s called The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Here.” You hold out your hand for the remote and he obliges, grabbing his fork to begin scarfing down his food. You are convinced this man would never be able to eat normally. “It’s one of my favorites,” you mumble as you flip through the movies you have, settling into the sofa when you find it. The sound of the opening music always made you smile, and this time is no different. Pero sits quietly after scarfing down his food, a hand resting on your shin to rub soothing circles absentmindedly with his thumb.

As the credits roll, you look up to him expectantly. The grumpy scowl is still on his face as he turns to look at you. “Well?” you ask, curious to know what he thinks.

“The music is good. I see why you like this film.” He reaches to take your bandaged hand, leaning over to kiss it again, succeeding in making your heart flutter. “Bella, where did your mind wander to for you to hurt yourself like this?” His voice is still gruff, but softer now, concerned. “You are always so careful in the kitchen. What happened?”

You swallow thickly then clear your throat, trying to focus on the feeling of your hand in his. The two of you had been together for so short of a time, would this scare him off? Shaking your head, you decide to bite the proverbial bullet. “I was thinking about us,” you whisper, your gaze falling on your connected hands. When he says nothing, you continue. “I was thinking about moving. The dog needs a yard, a bigger home to play in. Pero, she’s over 100 pounds…we can’t keep her if we are going to stay here, my landlord will kill me. That is, if my downstairs neighbors don’t first.” You look up, the worry plain as day on your face. As always, his face is grumpy and unreadable. His thumb has stilled on your hand, causing your chest to tighten with anxiety. The silence in the living room is stifling, you just need him to say something, anything. Even if it is a no, that’s better than this insufferable silence.

“You want to find…a home together?” His voice is soft, layered with surprise and a look up to his face kicks your heart into a sprint. You’re sure he can hear it with how loud the beat sounds in your own ears. His face has softened as he watches you, the lines smoothing in the way you usually only see when he sleeps.

“I know we haven’t been together long, and that this is a big step, and that it’s asking a lot, and that you may not be ready, and-” Your ramblings are cut off by Pero pressing a sweet yet firm kiss to your lips. When he pulls back, the corner of his lips pulls up is a small smile.

“Belleza…hermosa…la luz de mí vida. Cálmate. I think you are right.” His thumb resumes its gentle circles against the back of your hand as your mouth falls open in surprise.

“Y-you mean it?”

“Of course. Esmeralda needs a yard, as you say. And I think it will be good for us to have a home together. I want a home with you.” He squeezes your hand again, his face drawn and serious. For a moment, you don’t move, processing what he has said. When all the gears finally click into place, you scramble to shift around throwing your arms around his neck with a borderline reckless abandon, hiding your face against his neck. His hands rest in the small of your back, holding you against him. You try to find the words to tell him just how you feel, but they fail you, so you elect to just hold yourself closer to him, breathing him in in the silence. You feel him rest his head against yours as he heaves out a content sounding sigh, leaning back against the arm of the sofa as he holds you to his chest. You would be happy to stay like this forever.

Pero’s hands trace lines up and down your back before fiddling with the hem of your shirt, slowly sliding up underneath it to drag his fingers across your skin. You shiver against him at the touch, pressing a gentle kiss above his pulse point. You feel the vibration of the growl in his chest more than you hear it, and it draws a smile to your lips. Leaning back, you brush his bangs from his forehead, excitement coursing through you at the sight of his eyes darkened with need, eye as intense as ever.

“You know,” you purr, resting your hand on his jaw, the stubble tickling your palm. “The furry one is asleep so,” you lean forward, nibbling at his ear, “we can go pick up where we left off earlier.” The words barely have time to leave your lips before Pero is standing, your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom. Your giggle in his ear sends a shiver down his spine. God how he loves that sound.

Rather than tossing you on the bed like he normally does, this time he takes a seat, your legs still around his waist. He brings a hand to your cheek, guiding your lips to his in a desperate, tender kiss. You bring your hands to cradle his face gently, eyes closed as you drink him in, lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, moving in time with yours as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You rock your hips ever so slightly against him, swallowing the soft moans the action pulls from him before leaning back, looking up at him with the softest gaze you can manage. His hands rest on your hips, gently massaging them as he lets you set the pace, not wanting to rush you tonight. “You know,” you whisper as soft as you can manage, not wanting to shatter this moment with words far too loud. “If someone had told me that this would be my life four months ago, I would have laughed at them.” Pero smirks and nods, pulling your hips more firmly against his own, earning him a satisfied hum.

“Had you not shown up that morning, I was going to leave this city.”

“Then thank God I happened to bump into you. Literally.” The coy smile on your face paired with the sultry slur of your voice fans the flame of desire inside Pero, and his hips buck against your, earning a delicious gasp from your lips as it pulls a low groan from his throat. Your hands brace on his shoulders as you rock yourself against him, whimpering with need. “L-lay back,” you nearly moan and he does as instructed, staring up at you with those dark eyes you adore so much. The way he watches you every time makes you feel like the most beautiful woman on the earth and sends your confidence soaring without fail. “I want to make you feel good tonight.”

“Hermosa, you always make me feel good,” Pero mumbles, watching as you tug your shirt off over your head, eyes falling immediately on you chest. Your skin flushes hot as you smirk, running your hands up his stomach to his chest, leaning in to kiss him quickly. His mouth follows yours as you lean back again, hands traveling down to his pants to quickly undo the button on his jeans that are rapidly becoming too tight for his liking. You swing your legs off of him, tugging his pants down right along with his boxers, discarding them on the floor.

“Scoot up on to the bed.” The borderline commanding sound in your voice causes Pero’s cock to twitch, bringing a smirk to your lips as he does as instructed. Tugging off your own pants and panties rather gracelessly, Pero makes use of the moment to rid himself of his own shirt before you’re crawling back over him like some tigress stalking her prey. He has never seen such a confident hunger in your eyes before and he can’t even begin to describe the way that look is affecting him. You crash your lips against his, wasting no time in nibbling at his bottom lip. He gladly parts his lips for you, your tongues dancing fervently as you revel in the taste that is so entirely and uniquely him. You drag your nails down his chest causing him to shiver against you, his hands snapping to your hips.

“Easy, tiger,” you whisper against his lips before beginning to kiss your way down his jaw, occasionally leaving gentle nips as you trail down his neck, over his chest. Your teeth graze against his nipples at which Pero draws in a sharp breath, his hand reaching up to grip your hair. Smirking against his skin, you continue on your path downwards, kissing down his stomach which tightens under your touch. You follow the path of soft hairs below his navel down to the curls at the base of his cock, your chin brushing against him. Your eyes flash up to his as you grin, neglecting his cock in favor of kissing along the inside of his thighs, nibbling gently at the skin in a manner not unlike the way he first teased you when he had his head between your legs. Pero’s legs tremble under your touch, his hips bucking ever so slightly as the neediest moan you have ever heard from him escapes his lips, followed by a frustrated growl.

With a grin, you finally take the tip of his cock into your mouth, moaning softly at the taste of him. The hand in your hair tightens for a moment before relaxing, trying to remember to be gentle with you as your mouth renders him unable to form a coherent thought. Achingly slowly, you begin to bob your head along his length, hollowing out your cheeks as you do. With every movement, you draw another beautiful sound from your Spaniard; a moan, a grunt, a hiss…and it all sounds like music in that deliciously deep voice of his. You need more. Taking a deep breath, you lower your head, taking him as deep as you can till your nose nestles in the curls at the base his cock. Pero lets out a choked sounding moan, eyes snapping down to you, wide with surprise. He tugs at your hair, trying to ease you off of him as he feels his release rapidly coming on.

“C-Cielo, fuck, I-I’m gonna…” You resist the tugging on your hair, looking up at him with hooded eyes as you reach up to cup his balls. The look in your eyes as you play with him is enough to finally send him toppling over that edge, a string of profanities, both English and Spanish, pouring from those beautiful lips of his. His hand in your hair tightens its grip as he goes rigid underneath you as he fills your mouth. When he finishes, you slowly let him out of your mouth as he watches you with a look of disbelief and desire. That coy smile still on your face, you swallow, opening your mouth to show him.

“Dios…” His low and husky voice sends a shiver through your body as he sits up, the hand in your hair pulling you to him for a rough, sloppy kiss. He groans at the taste of him on your lips, grabbing your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back until the tender flesh slips from between his teeth. “Mí princessa perfecta…” His voice drips with arousal and desire, low and gruff in his chest.

“Let me ride you, Pero.” The confidence and desire in your voice surprises even you, but you know it has the desired effect when you feel him twitch against your thigh, already getting hard for you again.

“You will be the death of me, mí cielo…” He smirks at you as he lays back, hands resting on your hips. You lean down to kiss him again, unable to get enough of the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin against yours. His fingers dig into the skin of your hips as he works himself back up. You reach down to ghost your fingers over him and he jumps in your hand, bringing a smirk to your lips. Quickly reaching for a condom in your nightstand, you sit back to tear it open with you teeth. Pero’s eyes ravage your body, a flush across his cheeks and chest as he waits for you. Deciding you are taking too long, he runs a hand across the front of your hip and over your mound to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing quick circles against you.

“F-Fuck,” you hiss, a tremble running through your body as you lean forward, bracing yourself against Pero’s chest. When your eyes find his face, he’s smirking at you with a look that you are sure you had been wearing only moments before; confident and self assured. With a shaky hand, you grab his wrist, grinding against him a few times before pulling his hand away. You grasp his cock, quickly rolling the condom on to him as his hand grabs your hip again. The low hum that you pull from him as you do sends a warm tingle straight to your absolutely dripping core and you raise yourself up on your knees, shifting forward just enough to slowly lower yourself down on to him. Your head falls back as you breathe out a moan when your hips meet his, fully seating him inside of you. Pero’s nails dig into your hips as he fights to hold on to his self control and not flip you over to pound you into the mattress.

Bracing your hands on his chest, you raise your hips ever so slowly before sliding back down. Your eyes find Pero’s, just as delirious and drunk on pleasure as your own. You let out a heady sounding moan at the sight of that handsome, grumpy face creased in the pleasure that you provide him, quickly speeding up your pace, the sound of skin slapping skin as you bounce on him made all the more lewd as your arousal drips from you, coating his thighs. The moans and whimpers of pleasure tumble from your lips in a near constant stream, only to be punctuated by a near scream as Pero works to meet your thrusts, hips lifting up against you as you slide down against him. You slump forward, overwhelmed in pleasure and he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him as his hips snap up against you at a relentless pace.

“P-Pero, oh fuck, Pero!” You whimper against him, turning you head to bite at the skin of his shoulder, earning a hiss from him, his hips stuttering for the briefest of moments.

“I want – hng- I want you to cum for me, nenita. Please,” he growls in your ear, nipping at the earlobe as he slams up into you. You nails dig into the skin of his chest, leaving half-moon divots in the feverish flesh.

“S-Say my name,” you beg, desperate to hear it tumble from his lips. And when it does, your body tenses and you see stars as your orgasm washes over you. You clench down on Pero, ripping a guttural moan from his lips as he chants your name over and over again like a prayer. He slams into you only a few times more before his own orgasm seizes him in throes of pleasure, holding your hips tightly against his own. You whimper out his name at the feeling of him twitching inside of you, closing your eyes to press your forehead against his shoulder as you pant for air.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms abate, he lowers his hips slowly to the bed and you raise your face from his shoulder, smiling fondly down at him. A sheen of sweat covers his near glowing skin, his lips parted slightly as he tries to regain his own breath. His fingers have resumed the gentle lines along your back as he calms down, softening inside of you. You lean in to press a kiss to his left cheek, then the right, then his nose before finally his lips. One of his hands moves to cradle your head gently as your lips work against his at a lazy pace. Breaking the gentle kiss, you rest your forehead against his, a smile gracing your lips.

“You’re stunning, mí cielo,” he mutters, his hand resting on your cheek. You giggle softly, turning to kiss his palm.

“And you take such good care of me.” Your reply has the flush returning to his cheeks as he grumbles something about it being his job, only causing you to giggle more. You bite your lip as you lift your hips just enough for him to slip out of you, slide off of his chest to cuddle into his side. He takes care of cleaning himself up with the tissues you conveniently decided to start keeping on the nightstand before he pulls a blanket over the both of you, cradling you to him as he leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I can’t wait to make a home with you, mí cielo,” he murmurs against your hair, causing your heart to skip a beat. You press a gentle kiss to his chest and hum softly in acknowledgment.

“Regardless of where we end up, so long as I’m with you, I’m already home.” Pero’s arms tighten around you at your confession, your voice thick with pleasure and heavy with sleep. You hear his heart speed up in his chest, and you smile. He gives you a grunt in agreement, but the beat of his heart gives away his excitement. Slowly, your eyes slip closed as exhaustion overtakes you.

“Te amo…” The words are but a breath, and you aren’t even sure you actually heard them as you dance on the precipice of unconsciousness. You could ask him tomorrow, you think, as you slip into a comfortable, dreamless sleep.

~~~~~~~

Translations: Bella - Beautiful Hermosa -Gorgeous Gracias – Thank you gruñón - Grumpy mí novio – my boyfriend Guapo -Sexy papí – (Do I really need to translate this?) cariño - Darling Belleza Beauty la luz de mí vida. - the light of my life Cálmate – Calm down cielo – literally: “sky.” used to mean “heaven” Mí princessa perfecta – My perfect princess Nenita – Baby girl mí cielo – my heaven Te amo - I love you (used for lovers)

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years ago

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chapter twenty nine: drink your poison

“your heart beats faster, you cannot breathe; you're feeling nervous inside. you feel the passion, it makes you seethe; you feel the temperature rise!” -”deadly nightshade”, joey belladonna

All summer long, Sam traded in between hanging out with Alex and Joey. That whole tour between both bands proved to be one of the best she had been on before: the one with Stormtroopers wasn't nearly as eventful as those three months. They not only had showers and rooms of their own courtesy of the record label, but so much more was happening between herself and the two of them.

It all hinged on her riding with either band to the next stop. If she rode with Testament, she stayed the night with Alex; if with Anthrax, she hung out with Joey. She dared not swap rooms with either one, either, given Alex was always there by her side and Joey was a night owl now with the booze mostly out of the picture.

Meanwhile, there was the artistry. As far as she knew, Scarlett was a patient lady. But she always made art whilst next to either of those two men and among either of the quintets, with either her journal or the canvases she bought back in Raleigh. Charlie kept those old ink drawings she had made for them on the previous tour at the front of their van so everyone saw them upon the drive by.

She made paintings of all five men from Testament along a string of five days in between gigs in Oklahoma City and Kansas City, in which both bands didn’t play a show. She completed the painting of Louie literally five minutes before they had to go on in Kansas City, but he had insisted on taking it out there onstage with him. Prior to the curtain lifting for them, he picked it up and, careful not to make the still wet acrylic paint that made up his hair bleed onto another part of the canvas, he carried it flat in both hands as if it was a tray of dinner. Sam and Alex watched from the back of the van at his running all the way to the back doorway, to which one of the stagehands held it open for him.

The two of them glanced at one another once he went inside: by the time she stood there off to side, she realized what he had done to the painting and propped it up right behind the drum kit with a camera pointed down at it. Every so often during that gig, the display behind them switched over to that camera and Sam’s painting was showcased for everyone in there to see. Indeed, over the next string of shows there in the Midwest, the five of them had put their paintings right behind their respective places on stage: Chuck kept his portrait as well as the drawing that Marla had made for him for Christmas on a stool right next to him.

Even when they head banged, they made sure those pieces of art never moved out of their places.

All the while, if there was one band whom she missed, it was the Cherry Suicides. As the Midwestern stint came to a close in early September and they headed out to the Pacific Northwest in time for Alex's twenty first birthday, Sam realized she hadn’t heard a word from Zelda or if the four of them were even still together. All she heard about was the new album named for her but that was where it all started and ended.

She never saw them there at any show up to that point.

But if anything, she and Belinda met a whole other myriad of people along the way, especially Overkill and Vio-lence. They all seemed to be on the fringes of music as well: whenever they had a stop somewhere, some other band was playing that night and they were filling out full arenas with their makeup and enormous hair. There Sam and Belinda walked about the streets of Des Moines, Iowa in their ponytails and their dark clothes compared to the literal look of modeling there up on stage. There was one band that the two of them had developed a fancy for, Skid Row, all because they seemed the least dolled up out of all of them: front man Sebastian stood there at the stage with his black jeans and long luxurious blond hair with a powerful voice that could be heard from clear across the vast floor. But it all felt so alien to the both of them, and they sought comfort in their friendships with the thrashers.

There came a point, when the whole circus headed back out to the West Coast and she had difficulty believing that the whole thing was in fact real given the sheer extent of everything, especially once she found out Slayer was on the tour with them that all of it was in fact happening. She and Belinda finally met them after what felt like an eternity: these four men wrapped up in rich black leather and with longer hair than Anthrax and Testament themselves put together.

The bassist Tom was a big chunky Hispanic boy with long inky black hair and a big goofy smile plastered on his face.

“Heard a lot about you girls,” he told them both as part of his greeting to them. “You girls and those other crazy girls from Rhode Island, is it?”

“Yeah, the Cherry Suicides,” Belinda had said.

“You’re the artist, right?” he asked her. “The girl who made the paintings of Testament and the drawings for Charlie?”

“I’m an artist but no—“ Belinda gestured over to her right behind her. “—those were all from my lady here, Sam.”

Sam herself leaned forward and Tom flashed her a wink as a result.

She sat there on the plane on the way out to Seattle and she wondered where else she could go from there. Perhaps around the world for real that time. She had never really been to the Emerald City before, not even when Anthrax toured up there the first time around in the two summers before, especially since they had a curfew and the hotel was right outside of the city as well. Portland, she had been to with them, but never Seattle: only the outskirts and the inner part of Tacoma.

It would be the first time Slayer toured there as well, and Testament had gotten as close as Yakima and Spokane themselves. Seattle seemed like such a strange place to her, all tucked away in that particular corner of Washington. No one went up there unless they were willing to live within the rain and fly a plane. But apparently, there was a whole scene of music going down up there, one that reflected the entire thrash movement to an extent given it was all away from the world and radically different from everything else.

Soundgarden were a mere sliver of it all: Charlie had invited the two girls with him to see another band there, one who were about to release their big debut in the coming months, yet another quintet called Mother Love Bone.

They left the plane, followed by the airport, and the bunch of them stepped out to the cool afternoon: where it was still very much summer everywhere else despite it already being autumn, a fine gray marine layer courtesy of the Puget Sound sank over the entire region and beckoned an early season rain just in time for the evenin. Sam ran her fingers through her hair as she peered up to the gray sky overhead: Alex joined right next to her with his eyes squinted and his lips parted a bit. The color washed out from his face so he resembled to a ghost of sorts, a young spirit ready to walk the streets alongside the Puget Sound. A faint drizzle began to fall over them once a piece of cloud covered the sun overhead.

Slayer had already left for their hotel, but Greg and Eric joined the two of them there at the curb: their black clothes only added to their ghostly appearance. A cool breeze blew their hair back a bit so they resembled to the very wisps of clouds right over them. Sam thought back to the Day of the Dead ceremony back home in New York City, except they had no hoods over their heads; Alex turned to her with his eyes squinted a bit and his skin looking as milky as ever right there.

“It's utterly lovely here,” he said in a low voice as he adjusted the skull ring on his right hand.

“Yeah, even here right at the city's rim, it's just beautiful,” she added.

“I hope it rains even more tomorrow,” he declared with a little raise of his eyebrows.

“Hey, yeah! You can have a little Seattle rainstorm for your birthday, Alex.” She glanced about the deserted parking lot before them. Across the way stood all manner of tiny shops and places that made her think of the casinos back down at Lake Tahoe and in Reno.

“It kind of reminds me of Carson a bit,” she said, “in a sense that there's not really many people here.”

“Not nearly as wet and soggy there, though, I'd assume,” Chuck joined in from behind her.

“Nah, it's not even remotely close to being like this,” Sam assured him as she adjusted the strap on her overnight bag and on the courier bag Alex had given her.

“So who're you staying with tonight?” Greg asked her; and she realized that she still owed him an encounter just to satisfy the bet with Alex himself.

“I'm gonna be with the five dicks from New York,” she replied right as Belinda walked up behind her, and she gaped at her.

“Five dicks from New York, I'm calling that from now on,” Belinda said and Eric laughed out at that.

“And I assume we're the five dicks from California,” he cracked.

“And Bel and I are about to see five dicks from Seattle tonight, too,” Sam added on top of that, which brought a laugh out all of them.

“There's Charlie!” Belinda pointed up the sidewalk.

“Alright—we'll see you guys later—” Sam threw her arms around each of them as well as Louie as he came up right behind them; she held Alex a few seconds longer just to feel his softness a bit more. Even though it was his twenty first the next day, she hoped that he would take it easy on the alcohol when the time came for him. She wanted that softness to stay intact with him.

She then let him go and she followed Belinda up the sidewalk in order to meet up with Charlie and Frank, both of whom took them to their hotel at the base of Capitol Hill. A quick shower for both girls and a change into their clothes and both men knocked on their door once more.

Sam ran a hair brush through her hair as the two of them conversed about the whole scene there in Seattle right behind her.

“So where'd you hear about these guys, Char?” Frank started them off.

“Aurora told me about them,” Charlie replied, “she talked to me while we were in North Carolina about this band out of Seattle that would probably take the whole glam thing to the next level because they're just huge in their sound. Like they have some genuine soul to them. None of that cheese that we've been seeing a lot lately. She told me they're a little bit punk influenced, too—think that might have something to do with it.”

“Cool—what're they called again?”

“Mother Love Bone. She also told me that they're bit of a supergroup around here, too: formed from three other bands—I wrote them down because I wanted to check them out while we're here in Seattle, too.”

Sam turned around right as he took a piece of paper out from his back pocket.

“Green River, Skin Yard, and Malfunkshun—Malfunkshun spelled phonetically.”

“Sounds like they know how to party up here,” Belinda noted.

“That's what Aurora told me,” Charlie said as he tucked the paper back into his pocket. Sam brushed her hair a bit more and then she spritzed a bit of perfume onto her neck.

“I love that smell on you, Sam I am,” Frank told her.

“I got this when we were in Des Moines,” she said, “courtesy of Bel here.”

“It fits your body chemistry like a glove, Sam,” Belinda pointed out. “Like you just climbed right out of the shower.”

“So you girls ready?” Charlie asked them.

“Yessir,” Sam replied as she picked up her purse from the top of the table there and slung it over her shoulder.

They headed out of there right as the fine Puget Sound drizzle fell over their heads. Charlie led them over to the far end of the sidewalk when something across the street caught Sam's eye. She looked over at a guy in the cushions of the bay window of a coffee shop with his sleeve rolled up his arm, past his elbow. Belinda followed her gaze as well.

Frank sniffled and sneezed right then, but the sheer sight of that man there in the window only added to the thought that ran through her mind at the moment.

The shine of the needle. The sticky darkness that resided inside of there. He gritted his teeth at the vile feeling through him.

“Holy shit,” Belinda muttered right into her ear.

It was right then Sam knew that they were in deep from that point onward.

They crossed the street, away from that coffee shop and up the pavement to where the band in question was playing that night.

Frank continued to sniffle and sneeze a bit as they made their way inside of there. The four of them congregated on the edge of the room because everything else before them had a dark veil over it and no way out of there in one piece. Something smelled of burning iron and a chemical but nowhere in there was a fire place.

“There's a lot of drugs around here right now,” Charlie noted as they backed up towards the doorway.

“Yeah, it's making me sneeze like crazy,” Frank said as he rubbed his nose.

“What's that smell?” Belinda asked them as they nestled together in that only safe spot of the room, right near the door and within the stream of fresh air: the one place without a trace of drugs to be found.

“Someone smoking cocaine, I think,” Frank said, “I would know because I tried crack recently. It smells just like someone burning up metal—meth and heroin both smell like that, too.”

Lucky for them, Mother Love Bone took to the stage up front there. Even from clear across the room, Sam could make sight of the five of them: the two guitarists near the edge of the stage. One with long smooth hair down past his shoulders and soft features, and the other with his face hidden out from view. The former made her think of Alex in a subtle fashion, from the depth of his eyes to the shape of his nose: he missed that gray stripe and he lacked Alex's sensual edge as well. The bassist strode up behind them with a big bright purple crushed velvet cap with a lacy ribbon wrapped around the crown there and a plain white sleeveless shirt. She couldn't see the drummer and she didn't have to, either, not with that big bold frontman there at the front, with his long blond hair down to his waist and streams of glitter all around his eyes.

“Hello, Seattle!” he declared into the microphone. “This first song is for all you people! All you people there at the back there!”

Sam and Belinda glanced at one another in surprise.

“We are Mother Love Bone! I am L'Andrew the Love Child and this is quite the cornucopia of delights up here—love rock awaits you, people!”

It hit both girls like a tidal wave, more so than the very stench of the burning cocaine and heroin before them: the vents on the ceiling took the whole cloud on the floor there so they could breathe better. Where every other person before them burned those drugs away into their lungs, the four of them stood there in the doorway and relished in the fresh air that came in from behind them and the music before them.

His voice seared into their minds, much like how Joey's voice stayed with them. Almost immediately, she thought of Joey himself. The whole band reminded her of Joey and Alex, from the powerful, extravagant voice to the rich and strong guitar work. Their songs wormed their way into her mind as well: she knew she would be hearing “This is Shangri La” in her head for days on end from that point onward. The stench of marijuana caught their noses, which in turn made Frank cough more, but it came as a relief to both Sam and Belinda, especially with the rain outside picking up into something one step beyond a drizzle.

“They're fun as hell,” the latter remarked.

“I know, right?” Sam said right into her ear.

He threw his blond hair forth as if it was a genuine mane and then he lifted his head to show off the glitter underneath his right eye.

“Zelda would like them,” Sam told her, to which Belinda nodded her head with her eyes wide.

“Kinda like how she would like Skid Row, too,” she added, and Sam nodded.

Even though it was a tough crowd before them, both girls found themselves dancing a bit at one point. There was that one song at the end “Heartshine”, where Sam pictured herself nestled in between both Joey and Alex. Her love and her friend with benefits. Both of them had her heart.

There was no way she could pick and choose between the two of them because it wouldn't be fair to either of them.

She thought of herself dancing for both men: her hips about in a circle for them both and her breasts high and perfect for them as well. Their hands on her skin to top it all off, too.

The four of them were practically outside in the rain at that point because it was all too much for them to bear in there. But lucky for them, that was the final song and Andy bode the delirious crowd before them a big hearted and jovial good night: at that point, he had put on round white glasses with purple lenses and a big tall dark blue hat upon his head as if he was Mickey Mouse.

“That crowd was just awful,” Charlie said, “but I really liked them, though.”

“I did, too!” Sam added as they began on back down the street towards their hotel. The rain had waned back into a fine drizzle at that point and albeit with the incoming darkness.

“I'm gonna need another shower after that,” Belinda confessed.

“Yeah, that was insane how much drugs were in there,” Charlie agreed with her, and he turned to Frank. “How're you doing right now?”

“A sniveling sneezing mess,” he replied as he rubbed the tip of his nose.

“We'll all clean off and then have dinner,” Charlie declared as they crossed the street yet again. They passed the coffee shop on the other side of the street once more: the man who shot one up his arm was still there in the bay window, except his eyes were closed and even through the dim evening light, Sam could see his pale complexion.

It took them a full hour to shower off, one after the other, and at that point, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

“Happy birthday, Alex,” Sam declared as she dried off her hair and let it hang over her shoulders.

“Happy birthday, little man!” Frank proclaimed. “He's finally old enough to drink now.”

For the rest of the evening, she thought about what to do for him that next day, especially since they had to play a show there in Seattle right after Anthrax and Slayer's sets in that respective fashion. Belinda didn't have her leather working tools onhand, either, but that strap that the two of them had crafted for him held up well in the last two years however. Neither Scott nor Dan had any ideas as to what to do for him other than give him a cake after the fact, either: and Joey was out of the question at that point himself.

At one point she caught Anthrax's set and Joey held that white Flying V guitar upon his body once again as if it was a complete extension of him. That time around, he wore a black billed hat with the word “Injun” scrawled on the inside there. She hadn't even seen him all day at that point, either: to see him there made her wonder if he had an ace up his sleeve at the time. At the end of their cover of “Antisocial”, he glanced over at her and showed her and Belinda both that definitive lopsided grin.

They rounded out their short set with an extra large and loud rendition of “Gung Ho!” that ended with a little dual solo from Joey and Dan both, and someone in the audience throwing something at Scott. He ducked down as the jug landed on the stage right next to Charlie's drum kit.

As they left the stage, Joey leaned forward into the microphone.

“Don't be throwin' cider at our man Scott, now,” he taunted the person there and a few people in the crowd clapped at that.

He then padded off of the stage last and greeted Sam with a big open lipped kiss.

“Whoa,” Belinda breathed, and Joey laughed at that but he dared not let it get to him.

“Come with me,” he beckoned both girls, and he led them into the backstage area.

“Eric!” Belinda called out right then; thus she ducked away from them but Joey led Sam onto his dressing room. She left the door slightly ajar but he was quick to bring her to the corner behind the door. Slayer were taking to the stage as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his hands up the curvature of her back.

“I've treated you so poorly,” he said to her in a low enough voice for her to hear over Slayer's intensity.

“No you haven't,” she vowed to him. “You just have a little problem with alcohol is all. I don't want you anywhere near it ever again.”

She took the hat right off of his head and placed upon her own.

“Adorable,” he complimented her as Tom let out a high pitched shriek that made her stop right in her tracks. It made her think of hell on Earth itself.

“Tommy screams like a demon sometimes,” Joey told her, nonchalant.

“If you're the Devil, I'm proud to be a part of it,” she said.

“Nah, Sam, you know us. We're not really into the whole Devil thing—they just seem that way is all.”

“But still. If you're the Devil, I'm proud that to be a part of the whole thing.”

Joey's bottom lip trembled at that.

“Make love to me,” he begged her in a low voice. “Make love to me—please.”

“I'll do something even better for you,” she told him as she put her lips onto his, and then she moved down his neck to his collar bones. Joey held still as she moved down his hot body, all the way down his chest and towards his waist. He shuffled around and pressed his back to the wall: she lifted the bill of the hat from her forehead so she could have a better view of what was there.

She tugged down his shorts and gave him a gentle soft kiss right underneath his waist. She thought of giving him a vampire bite like she did with Alex, but he appeared to enjoy the feel of her lips there more than anything.

“Yeah, that's the spot right there,” he breathed at the soft delicate feeling under his belly button, “—ooh yeah—yeah, right there.”

She tugged his shorts down a bit more. Her tongue on his skin and within her mouth would do him justice.

She could tell he wanted it.

She started out small from the head and then she moved inward to his body, as far as she could stand it. But of course the tip reached the back of her mouth and she coughed and gagged at the feeling. She let go of his firm skin and coughed better.

“You alright?” he asked her.

“Yeah—it’s just the first time I gave a big ass blowjob standing up like this.”

Joey chuckled and he tucked his hands behind his curly head. She looked up at him with her eyebrows raised.

“You look like you’re about ready to sing some lounge stuff,” she told him.

“Lounge—I lounge around and kiss asses all day is what I do best,” he said. She tried it again and that time she got it for real. Joey groaned in his throat as she fondled the smooth curvature of his hips and his thighs with the tips of her fingers. He tipped his head back and gave her yet another soft pleased little groan.

“Yeah, nice li'l deep throat there,” he muttered, “yeah—yeah!” His chest heaved at the feeling and he treated her to soft little whimpers as a result. She was blowing him on Alex's birthday. Something about it gave her a feeling that she could do literally anything from that point onward.

She ran her tongue along the taut skin when she noticed Joey was about to come right there. She held onto him and he gasped at the feeling.

“Fucking hell—you're—you're—you're gonna kill me!” he stammered.

“Not if you can help it, big boy,” she teased him. Joey came right in her hands right there and he fell down onto the seat of his pants, out of breath and dizzy. He fell onto his side and Sam shook her hands about to get it off of her skin.

“Joey?” she called to him. He was out like a light right there.

She bowed out of that room in search of a bathroom just to wash her hands. Right there at the other end of the backstage area, she spotted that door and she ducked in there without a moment's hesitation. She washed her hands with that soft smelling soap and then she ducked out of there once again, only for her to run into Alex and a little brown bottle of Seattle's own in hand.

“Hey!” he greeted her with a mischievous grin.

“Hey!” she retorted back to him.

“Where you going?”

“Back to Joey's dressing room. But it is your birthday after all.”

“Indeed it is!” He took a sip of beer and the crowd erupted into applause for Slayer.

“How was your day?” she asked him once the noise out there died down a bit for them to hear each other.

“Oh, it's been fun! Chuck and Tiffany took me out to lunch at the top of the Space Needle and then we went to this one place right outside of town... did you know there is an actual sound garden up here?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it's this big metallic sculpture that's fenced off but they took me to it. I don't think it might be open tomorrow because it's Saturday. But—it's definitely another thing we gotta do together when the time comes, Samantha.” He took another sip from the bottle. “Come on, I'll take you back to Joey's room.”

He took another sip before he walked in there with her, and he spotted Joey on the floor right behind the door.

“Is he alright?” Alex asked her.

“Oh, yeah. He just—had one too many is all.”

“Oh, shit.” He tipped the bottle back into his lips.

“By the way, how's it feel to legally drink now?”

“Excellent,” he confessed. “I dunno if I'm gonna do it a lot tonight, though, especially since we're going on after Slayer.”

“How many so far?”

“Just a couple,” he told her with a wave of his hand. He kicked back the brown glass bottle and took a big swig of its contents. He set it down before his body and showed her a little smile. Even though he stood still, she could tell that he had had a few at that point.

“Alex,” Sam said in a low voice: she could see it in his eyes as they drooped a bit.

“Samantha—Samantha? Samantha.” He bowed his head a bit and continued to show her a smile.

“Just exactly how much is 'a couple', Alex?”

“It's enough, I can tell ya that.”

“Alex.”

“Samantha.” He let out the biggest belch right there, one that made her retract back a bit.

“Your ancestors back in the home country felt that one, Alex,” Greg called from right outside the door.

“Oh, no, pardon me—that came right outta—outta my ass.”

She giggled at him and he giggled back at her. She moved in closer to him. Joey was unconscious right there but it didn't stop her from moving in closer to Alex.

“You gonna—you gonna—you gonna—what're you gonna do?”

“Kiss you—”

Her lips grazed up against his; he held the bottle out from his body so she could have more space for him.

“That's good, yeah,” he said in between embraces.

“We might have a cake ready for you, baby,” she whispered to him.

“This is better than any cake, my dear artist,” he retorted back to her as she put her hands on either side of his face. “Hell, yeah—hell yeah! Hell to the yes! Fuck—fucking hell—”

He pulled back and shook his head about a bit. Slayer picked it up once again out there; Sam eyed the pale washed out look of Alex's skin and she thought of that man in the coffee shop on the way to the Mother Love Bone show.

“You're not going to puke again, are you?” she asked him, concerned.

“Nah,” he assured her. “Well, I might but I won't do it on you, though. I promise. I promise, I promise, I promise.”

She giggled at him and the droopy look of his eyes.

“Alex—you're so cute when you're a little bit tipsy,” she told him.

“I'm—I'm—I'm as loose as a pussy when I've got a few in me, lemme tell ya...”

She giggled at him.

“Let's see—you're going on in a bit. There has to be a way to rid of the booze without you barfing it up.”

“I'm probably gonna have to barf anyways,” he told her. “There is some bread over there.”

“Bread and crackers under the vanity mirror,” she said as she made her way over to the mirror in question.

“Bread and circuses,” he said with a hiccup. She handed him a handful of oyster crackers as he took a seat on the small dusty couch on the other side of the room, away from the door and away from Joey's unconscious body.

“I wanna have fun with you,” he confessed with a hiccup.

“We are having fun, though,” she pointed out. “It's your twenty first birthday, Alex. It's all about having fun! You only turn twenty one once in your life after all.”

“That's right, right? You only turn—” He swallowed. “—a certain age one time, don't ya.”

He let out a whistle and looked on at her, dazed.

“You alright?” she asked him.

“Yes! I feel like I'm about ready to fall right to sleep, though.”

He took another sip from the bottle and then another bite of oyster cracker. He practically swallowed it whole.

“Well, chew it, Alex,” Sam was scorn.

“Just melts in your mouth,” he pointed out with his mouth full, and he took another couple for himself.

“Keep eating it, though. It should absorb it up inside you. You're gonna be on soon.”

“By the way, we're gonna make another album for you, my darling artist,” he said in a broken voice once he swallowed it down.

“We will, too,” Joey blurted out right then, and Sam and Alex looked over at him. He was still unconscious but by some sheer magic, he had said that out loud without a shred of irony. The two of them looked at one another: Alex rubbed the exhaustion out of his eyes.

“What's Testament's new one going to be called?” Sam asked him.

“'Souls of Black',” he said in a hushed voice. “At least, that's what Eric told me. He wants us to play on Clash of the Titans. Like if we get it done in time, we can get it there.”

“And when's that supposed to be?”

“Uh—next summer, I think? I think? I dunno. I can't really think about things too much.”

“Well, you boys better get on it soon,” Sam encouraged him.

“Yeah, that's the plan anyways,” he told her. “Once we're done here, we mosey on into the studio and run like hell. I think it's gonna be formidable, Samantha. We're as tight as we've ever been.”

“Tight like a tight pussy?” she joked to him.

“Tight like a tight pussy, yes!”

He popped more crackers into his mouth.

“You ought to record something after you've had a couple,” she suggested, “you know just to see what you can make out of it. It'd be true psychedelic metal right there.”

“I don't really know if I can, though,” he confessed with a soft chuckle. “I don't know if that's not really something you can do when you're off your rocker and three sheets to the wind.”

“What about three sheets to my wind?” she asked him as she crawled closer to him and hovered right above his body.

“Oh, my, Samantha—”

“Was that 'oh, my' said in amazement or were you calling me yours?”

“You're good,” he remarked with those eyebrows raised up again. She put her lips onto his, and she tasted the salt from the crackers as well as the hops from the beer.

“I'm gonna need a drink after this,” he confessed to her.

“You are drinking, though,” she insisted.

“No, drink of water,” he corrected.

“I see. Well, drink your poison, baby.”

“Drink your poison and get nasty wit' it,” he cracked and she giggled some more.

“Alex!” Eric's voice floated from outside of the room.

“Oh, shit, I gotta move!” he said as he stood to his feet and rubbed his eyes. “Thank you for the bread, too—that actually helped me out a bit.”

Sam stood up herself but then Alex stopped her right in her tracks.

“Samantha?”

“Yes?” She turned her attention back to him as he lounged there in the doorway with a lax look to his deep eyes.

“Tonight—go to bed and dream of a beautiful gray stripe,” he said as he ran his index finger over that little tuft on the crown of his head.

“I always do, baby,” she assured him with a wink. “Go give 'em hell.”

He ducked out of there and back to his band: he still had his balance right then. She hoped that the bread really helped out and he would keep it together that evening as she made her way to the spot behind the door. She adjusted the bill of the hat and stooped down for him.

“C'mere, Joey—c'mere, baby—” She scooped him off of the floor and lifted up his head for a better look into his face. She set a hand on his forehead and pushed the hair out from his eyes. He opened them a bit and showed her a little dimpled grin.

“There he is,” she said with a smile herself; with her free hand, she took off her hat and set it upon the dark curly crown of his head. “There's my little Injun boy.”

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