#ALSO THE SECURITY GUARD WAS A FUCKING LEGEND
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#I’m still not over this#I was there#I was literally barricade when he walked out with the eyepatch#this show was a lot#I remember he smoked a cigarette from someone in the crowd#and kissed the security guard#ALSO THE SECURITY GUARD WAS A FUCKING LEGEND#HE WAS SOOOO FUN#matty healy#ross macdonald#the 1975
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so i got to rewatch the fall of the house of usher today since some friends wanted to watch it and picked up on some things i didn’t notice before (some of these might be obvious but i just like pointing things out!)
1. we already know that the lighting shifts to that particular usher’s representative color during their death scene, but what i didn’t notice on my first watch was that not only do their wardrobes correspond with their colors, their furniture and home/work environments are in the same color too! (and when they’re not wearing that color they’re wearing a color that’s one step adjacent on the color wheel)
the most obvious is camille’s white, but i noticed this time prospero’s red car and jacket when he gives his first business proposal, the red suit he wears to the meeting with frederick.
i also noticed leo wearing a lot of yellow, the lights outside his apartment, the box he keeps his drugs in and the sofa he finds the dead cat behind are all yellow (he also mentions taking yellow pills).
victorine also wears a lot of orange, and so are the scrubs she and al wear in the operating room, the shelves in her office and the fruits on her dinner table at home.
tamerlane is another obvious one, with all the green she wears, but i also noticed there’s a green neon sign outside her apartment, and bill’s BILLT gym also had green accents.
and frederick wears a LOT of blue, i would say maybe he’s the third most obvious? his house has a lot of blue aquariums, and the room he keeps his wife in is blue as well. morrie also wore a blue dress when she went to perry’s party. and not 100% sure if this was intentional but the folder perry drops off at his house was blue too.
1a. bonus detail i noticed, what verna wears when she appears to each of the siblings just before they die also matches up with their respective colors. the red cape with perry, the white security guard uniform with camille, her uniform when she comes to leo’s apartment to pick up the cat, the green dress when she appears as tammy’s double and the blue vest she wears during freddie’s death. vic’s is a stretch but she wears a light orange cardigan when she meets with her and asks to talk to dr. ruiz.
1b. another bonus detail! perry’s party was lit mostly in blue before the lighting turned red just before he died, which visually ties it back to freddie’s death later on. freddie’s and perry’s deaths were already narratively intertwined, with morrie’s choice to go to the party triggering the events that caused freddie to slowly grow more and more paranoid and cruel throughout the series, ultimately leading up to his death in the same place. i just think it’s cool that this narrative connection is also reinforced visually.
2. when verna first arrives at tammy’s place as candy, she speaks with a uk accent, but as soon as the roleplay starts she shifts to an american accent and does an uncanny as fuck impression of samantha sloyan’s performance as tamerlane (which, CARLA GUGINO??? you LEGEND) (also as a non american who generally does not hear american accents outside of tv and movies, the accent switch did not register to me on my first watch lmao)
3. in the last episode, verna places the items on each usher’s gravestone carefully, you could even say with respect, EXCEPT for frederick’s cocaine packet (which she just unceremoniously drops onto the gravestone LMAO as he deserves). it does match the speech she gives him during his death. for the usher siblings she was sometimes kind but generally neutral when she spoke, always offering them chances to say no, but with little remorse when they fail to prevent their own gruesome deaths. EXCEPT for frederick, for whom her spiel is absolutely dripping with contempt for him.
4. minor detail, but in 1980 when verna was talking to the twins about putting their drinks on their tab, she says ‘buy now, pay later’ which basically foreshadows the deal the two of them later make with her. ‘buy now’ meaning saying yes to getting away with all the illegal stuff they did throughout the years, and ‘pay later’ with the lives of his entire lineage.
#tfothou#the fall of the house of usher#sorry for the wall of text i just have a Lot of Thoughts.#shut up kat
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Tovar’s Treasure {Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 15.5k
Warnings: Sexism, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, betrayal, heartbreak, kidnapping, allusions to sexual assault, physical violence, gun violence
Comments: You are an archeologist, researching the Nameless Order and in China to uncover the truth of their existence. William Garin and Pero Tovar have been hired as security for your dig and despite a rocky start, you manage to become entangled with the Spaniard. Until the backstab is revealed.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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It’s gorgeous, wild and stunning. The scenery around you makes you itch to pull out your camera and snap photos all day even though that is not why you are here. Your entire purpose for being here, at this specific spot at the Great Wall of China is to search for the proof of the existence of the Nameless Order.
Archeology is your field of study and after many months of petitioning the Chinese government to dig at this section of the wall, ramshackled and off limits to tourists, you are here. Granted a six month stay to find something, anything to prove that the order was more than myth and legend. More specifically to find the Tao Tei scrolls. A priceless telling of the fable of the Nameless Order’s secret battle with creatures that nearly overran the earth.
Pero grunts as he carries his satchel, following William as they set up camp in the desolate region where the scrolls are rumored to be buried. Having taken this job for one reason only: to get the fortunate his family deserves after centuries of being lost. His former position in the Spanish army has granted him the skills to be a personal guard. “How much shit does she have?” He grunts as he carries your bag of excavation tools.
You sigh as you hear the complaint. Security. You had argued that you didn’t need it but it had been a part of the agreement to allow you to dig. The region was not one that the government monitored much. Too many bandits and thieves roamed the hills. Security was necessary to prevent the story of an archeologist being murdered from becoming news.
“I’ve had less complaints from freshmen who are on a dig for course credit.” You call back, busy arranging some of the more delicate equipment in their large storage boxes. Because this dig was small, it was going to be you and the two men the museum hired and no one else. Thankfully, they were going to assist with any of the muscle you needed for moving equipment, although you were already tired of the one called Tovar complaining.
Tovar looks over at William, raising his eyebrows at your tone. “Well, I doubt they had to carry all of your shit around like donkeys.” Tovar grumps, adjusting his satchel as he struggles with the box. “What is all of this shit anyway? Surely all you need is a goddamn shovel and a good compass.” He looks at you, brow beaded with sweat, and he ignores the pointed look from his companion who assigned - forced - him into the job.
You snort and shake your head. “Regardless of what you think, Indiana fucking Jones was not a good archeologist.” You shoot back at him. “Properly cataloging something and preserving it is paramount to what I do. This ‘shit’ you are carrying around like a donkey are things I need to make sure the scrolls aren’t destroyed by careless hands.” You give him a pointed look.
Pero snorts, “sounds like a lot of unnecessarily shit to me. Surely all you need is a brush and some fucking air to blow off the dirt. I doubt anyone would care.” He grunts as he drops the box onto the ground. “Princess, you aren’t gonna use all of this. You just wanted to make sure our fucking backs were wrecked. Now, I’m gonna put up my tent. You got yours?” He asks, a condescending smirk on his face.
You roll your eyes and point to the box that contains your tent. “I do.” You huff, smirking slightly when you remember you have a solar powered air conditioner built in. “Don’t ask to share. I don’t sleep with donkeys.” You hum in amusement, watching the smirk change into a scowl. “Let me know if you need help putting yours together though.”
He looks at William, “she’s gonna be a fun time, hermano. Tell me, why the fuck did you sign up for this?” He knows why he did it, but he can’t tell you that. He can’t reveal why he wanted to join you on this trip. After setting down the boxes, he works on putting his tent up, cursing the poles and stents. Especially when he sees the way your tent seems to just inflate.
You smirk to yourself as you set your stakes, pushing them deep into the sand to secure the tents. The edge of the wall, although it’s crumbling, will provide shelter from the wind. Your bags are tossed inside and you lay down a rug outside to keep the sand from getting inside. The rest can be set up later but you need to get the tent up for the supplies to be stored in. That was more important than anything else.
William Garin and Pero Tovar were the top men at Mercenary Securities, a company that had a reputation of being fiercely protective of their clients, which the museum wanted, but the Spaniard’s manners left much to be desired. He was scathing and insulting from the beginning, as if he didn’t want to be here. “Since you are still worrying with your own tent, I will be my own donkey and set up the supply tent.” You tell him, walking by where he is still struggling with his own smaller tent.
He curses, working on putting his tent up and he watches you as you expertly put the tent together. William watches, amused at his friend's frustration, and he chuckles at how annoyed Pero is when you put the supply tent together with ease. “Show off.” Pero grunts under his breath, finally getting his tent together after several minutes of struggling. He has finally made it to where he needs to be. He longs to find the ancient scrolls that detail the whereabouts of his family’s long lost fortune. The black powder his ancestor lost during the fabled battle. He wants it. He needs it. The fortune he is owed.
You sigh in satisfaction and look around the area. “Tonight we will finish setting up camp, I think.” You are directing your words to William, ignoring the other man. “I’ll organize my ‘shit’ and make sure that my compass and shovel are all ready for an early start tomorrow.” You point to the crumbled column. “I want to see if the entire structure has collapsed. It is much larger than other sections of the wall.”
Pero rolls his eyes, unable to help himself and he looks at you in amusement. “So…shovel and compass and we shall see if you find the scrolls. It’s - it’s not gonna be easy, princesa. Are you sure you don’t need some help?” He mocks you. He knows you’re capable, he has heard of your work in Egypt but he won’t relent when you’ve questioned his abilities.
“Are you sure you don’t?” You put your hands on your hips and raise a brow at him. “Do you have a doctorate in ancient Chinese mythology with a thesis that centered on the Nameless Order? Or any experience in archeology?” You ask him. “Because when you were trying to reason with the guards your Mandarin was shit, and I’d be surprised if you know a rock from petrified shit.” You shoot him a grin. “You want to help? You can build a fire.”
He narrows his eyes at you, wondering why you have decided to be such a bitch. He is a little shocked at your credentials and he swallows down his retort. “I can build the fire.” He relents, ignoring the smirk on William’s face as you raise your eyebrows at Pero, a satisfied smile on your face. Pero doesn’t know how he is going to handle dealing with you. For now, he just needs to focus on getting the scrolls.
Later on, you feel a little guilty for how harshly you’ve been treating Tovar. The two of you have not gotten off to a great start but you completely blame him for that. When you had met the two of them in Shanghai, he had launched into a tirade about how a woman was going to be trouble and get them killed. All hissed to William in Spanish, unaware and still unaware of the fact that you speak Spanish. So you haven’t exactly been nice to him.
You unpack the cooking gear and bring it over to the fire with the first meal you had planned for tonight. Planning to cook for everyone and you bring over three beers from the cooler that you had brought. The dry ice kept the beer icy cold and would be perfect after the long day. “Here.” You offer two of the beers to William and Tovar who are still messing with the fire.
Tovar looks up as you hold out the beer, taking it from your hand and he notices how soft your hand is despite your hands-on job. He swallows harshly, nodding as he takes the beer. He doesn’t feel guilty for what he’s about to do, taking the scrolls. They belong to his family. Generations have searched for them and he needs to get them to finally bring wealth to his family. He won’t go home without them, no matter what it takes. “What are you cooking?” He grunts when you are sitting by the fire. It smells good and his stomach rumbles, hungry after the long journey.
You look over at him with a grin. “Donkey.” You joke, turning the thin slices of seasoned meat. “It's a curry seasoned goat.” You explain. “I honestly thought that before we start having to eat freeze dried and dehydrated meals that some fresh dinners would be good. A celebratory start to the dig.” You reach over and stir the rice and beans that are to accompany it. “Anytime I go on site, I try to make it fun for my students or fellow humans.” You blow out a sigh and look around the small camp. “But this time they wouldn’t let me bring anyone else.”
He rolls his eyes before he looks at you. “Well, it smells good.” William hums in agreement, sitting down at the table. “I am certain you will struggle to not have your home comforts, eh princesa? After all, your tent has air conditioning.” He snorts, crossing his arms as he leans back. “What are you planning on doing during this trip? It’s harsh in these conditions. Are you sure you can manage without a running shower?” He smirks.
Once again irritation fills you, the condescending attitude of the man pisses you off. “Well, I can always go down to the river and bathe, or there is the option to just … not and smell like you.” You retort. “Tell me, are you like this to every woman you meet or am I just special?”
William snorts, “you should see him when he wants to get laid. Then he lays on the Spanish charm. He’s just grumpy. Tovar, you prick, be nice to the lady. Say sorry.” William shakes his head. With a grunt,
Pero looks over at you, “apologies. I- I was merely concerned about your capability to survive in these conditions.” He lies through gritted teeth, unable to stop his gaze from dropping down to your chest as you lean forward to take the goat off of the fire.
You snort, shaking your head and you look up to meet the Spaniard’s eyes. “La próxima vez, asegúrate de que una mujer no hable español antes de empezar a insultarla.” Next time, make sure a woman doesn't speak Spanish before you start to insult her. You tell him succinctly before you turn back to check the rice and beans one last time. You know that he doesn’t mean his apology, but you couldn’t care less. You’ve been doubted your entire career.
His eyes widen, unable to believe you are speaking Spanish. His cheeks burn and he feels terrible, for once, guilt swarming him as he realizes you understood everything. “I, uh, lo siento. I didn’t mean - I’m sorry. I didn’t know you understood. I will not speak about you like that again.” He murmurs, crossing his arms.
William chuckles at his friend’s discomfort and you just shrug. “I’ve been looked down on and criticized my entire career because I’m a woman.” You tell him. “You are no different from the sexist assholes in my department. Believing that they are smarter and more qualified than I am.” You look over to your tent. “I have an air conditioner because it would be nice to come back from a hot day digging and be comfortable. Or when I masturbate. But it’s not necessary.”
Pero swallows harshly at the idea of you masturbating, making him rub his suddenly damp hands on his pants. He watches you with dark eyes as you plate up the food, and he wonders if this trip will be so bad after all. William notices the change in his friend's demeanor and groans softly, knowing this won’t end well.
You hand William a plate and the Pero, finally taking one for yourself and cracking open your own beer. Groaning softly as you swallow down the sudsy brew. “God, that is well worth the wait.” You comment, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand and setting it down in the sand before you pick up your fork. “We have enough for two more fresh meals.” You tell them. “So enjoy.”
Pero stares at you for another moment, the groan that escaped your lips makes his cock twitch and he reminds himself once again that this is about the scrolls. With a sigh, he digs into his food, groaning himself at the burst of spices on his tongue. Three more fresh meals, you said, and he’s going to enjoy every bite.
As night falls, the temperature drops like it is prone to do in the desert, making you appreciate the crackling fire. You clean up, wash the pot and your dishes but you don’t wash the men’s. They are grown after all. “I am going to finish setting up my tent and go to bed.” You announce, getting up from one of the chairs that had been unpacked for you to sit on around the fire. You smile at William. “Goodnight.” Tovar grunts but you decide to simply nod at the grumpy man and make your way back to your tent, leaving them alone by the fire.
Tovar huffs as he cleans his dishes, placing them back onto the box once they are dry, and William watches him with amusement. “What? Pendejo.” He huffs, glaring at the Irishman.
“You like her.” He smirks, making Pero curl his lip.
“I do not like her. She’s - she’s entitled and I- I like a capable woman.” He lies.
William chuckles, swiping his tongue over his teeth. “Bullshit.” He declares, calling his friend out. “She is more capable than the last three women you were involved with. She hasn’t once complained and even better, she didn’t toss your ass out of the truck on the way here.” Tovar refuses to answer him and William tuts. “Suit yourself. Since you aren’t interested, perhaps I will see if I can share the good doctor’s air conditioned tent at night.” He teases, pushing himself to his feet to clean his own dishes.
Pero narrows his eyes, knowing the Irishman is joking but it still makes him growl despite his denial that he is interested in you. When he is in his tent, the hot air muggy and suffocating, he wonders if you are touching yourself. At that though, he can’t help but wrap his fingers around his cock and imagine your fingers instead, working him until he cums. “Fuck.” He curses when his seed coats his stomach, knowing this is going to make things complicated.
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You are up before the sun. Already outside of your tent when the two men wake up. The fire built back up and coffee brewed while you had watched the sun rise, painting the wall in a myriad of colors that had taken your breath away and made you grab your camera. Today is for exploring the ruined section of the wall and you are wearing your sturdy hiking boots with practical clothes for working. “Morning.” You greet them in a chipper voice, amused with the grumpy expression on one man’s face.
Pero rubs his eyes, sleep avoiding him most of the night as his mind focuses on you and imagining the feel of your body under his. His tongue and his cock silencing you while you took what he gave you and got wet from it. He groans as he stretches, the t-shirt he is wearing riding up to expose his lower stomach.
Eyes drifting down to the tanned skin that is exposed, you find yourself sorry that he was not more friendly. He was a handsome man, even more appealing with the glower and the scar that some would think marred his face. You found that it gave him character. He was a man you would not mind taking into your bed, if not for his dismal attitude and view of your abilities. “Now that the two of you are up, I will get ready to leave.” You drink down the last mouthful of your coffee and move to the wash basin to clean the cup.
He huffs, reaching for his boots before he grabs himself a coffee and a granola bar. This will have to do for now until he can have the dehydrated meat in his pack. "Come on princessa, let's go find your treasure." He says, placing the sunglasses on his face after checking the perimeter is clear and his gun is holstered to his hip.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “No, you stay here and do whatever you need to do.” You argue. “I am going for a scout of the area and to determine where I want to start. No need to hold my hand while I do that.” You shift your back onto your back and turn around to walk off.
He reaches out to grip your elbow, stopping you from walking. He shakes his head. "No, chiquita. We were hired to protect you and that is what we will do. Let us do your jobs and we will let you do yours. Now, let's go check out the area together so you are protected."
Wanting to argue, you open your mouth but decide not to say anything. As much as you hated the idea of being watched like a child, it was a provision of the stay that you have protection from the bandits and thieves that could be roaming the area. Giving him a nod, you sigh. “Very well.” You relent. “Take a few more minutes to do what you need to do to wake up. I’ll wait.”
Pero grabs what he needs for the day and waits for William, both men soon flanking you as you make your way to the dig site. Your tools in your pack as they carry the other items you need. The sun is already hot but you ignore it, determined to make a start on finding the scrolls. Pero wipes his brow after taking his hat off, his dark gaze dipping down to stare at your ass every now and then. You are beautiful, strong, and everything he has avoided until now. He doesn't want a strong woman to call him out on his bullshit. It's fucked up he knows but he wants a pliable woman he can fuck and duck.
The section of the wall that all your research points to being the headquarters for the Nameless Order is dilapidated, crumbling from neglect or sabotaged to hide the secrets of the past. Your camera carefully documents the facade from several angles and you feel the anticipation and excitement building when you finish taking a hundred photos. “I don’t want you shifting anything.” You tell them as you walk back over to them and the gear. “The structure is unstable and until I determine how to get inside safely, I don’t want to risk having it collapse on your head.”
Pero rolls his eyes, placing his hands on his hips as he watches you inspect the structure. His ancestor - his namesake - had written about a mighty structure in the nearly faded letters that had been passed down from one generation to the next. “Idiot. Slow your roll. We will be able to get in there soon. Just keep an eye out.” William says and keeps his eyes on the horizon
It takes you about half an hour, evaluating and climbing over the stones before you give a joyous shout. “There’s an entrance!” You cry out happily, slinging your pack off of your back so you can take out the helmet with an attached headlamp on it, perfect for protecting your head when diving inside. Your rope comes out as well as you start to tie it around your waist.
“Woah. Woah. Woah.” Pero steps forward to grab onto the back of your belt. “Jesus Christ, Chiquita. You need to fucking wait for us. Who the fuck knows what’s down there. One of us will go first and then you.” Pero pulls you back and grabs his flashlight to shine it into the cavern.
“No, you won’t.” On that front, you will stand your ground. “I am in charge of this dig site and it’s my rules.” You remind him stiffly. “I will go in first.” You turn on your own headlamp and start to move towards the entrance. “You might want to put a helmet on that hard head of yours.” You call over your shoulder. “Although I don’t know if it will fit over that overblown ego.”
Pero growls, “fucking infuriating woman.” He spits in Spanish as you begin to lower yourself down into the darkness after securing the rope. Pero huffs, putting the hard hat on before he hammers the hook into the ground before he rappels down the side into the abyss.
You would smirk over his small fit, however you are too busy taking in every detail you possibly can. Halfway down you take out a glow stick and break it, illuminating the space and gasping. The inside of the structure is gigantic and you see the rotting remnants of an enormous wheel, evidence that this portion of the wall was far different from the others that are thoroughly explored and opened to tourists. “I knew it!” You crow happily. “This is it!”
Pero’s heart thumps in his chest and he prays you have found the place. The weight of his family’s generational endeavor weighs heavy on his shoulders and he lowers himself down until his feet hit solid ground. Turning on the light on his helmet, he glances around, admiring the ruins. “This is it?” He asks you, his voice a little breathless.
Bending down, you brush some dirt off of an artifact, a shredded piece of leather that seemed to be dyed blue at one time. Just bare traces of the color remain and you wonder if it had been part of a suit of armor. The legend claimed the Cranes wore blue, the Nameless order divided into specific tasks and were identified by the colors they wore. “I think this is it.” You answer in awe, smiling at the small piece of history in your hand. “This is…..amazing.”
Pero strides over to look over your shoulder, inspecting the piece of leather. “I don’t understand what is so special about it. It’s just a piece of leather. Doesn’t tell us anything.” He plays dumb, not wanting you to know about his true motive.
You turn to him, excitement sparkling in your eyes. “The Crane Corps was a regiment of women. Chosen because they, of course, were lighter than their male counterparts. Although they were supposed to be just as deadly, if not more so. Incredibly brave, they hurled themselves off platforms over the top of the wall to fight the enemy below before they were hauled back up with a pulley.” You explain. “This blue matches the description of their armor. I need to find more, of course. Can you imagine if I found the old platforms?” You squeal in excitement at the possibility and look at him with absolute joy.
Pero huffs, getting a little impatient. “What about the scrolls? Do you know where they are? Any idea where they have been hidden?” He inquires, uninterested in the history of the ruins, more concerned with finding what he traveled so far for.
Your brow furrows and you look around. “I am sure they had a chamber for the council. Perhaps a meeting room.” You tell him. “We will find out soon. But first I need to examine here. Take photos and document it.”
Pero huffs, growing even more impatient, but he holds his tongue. Knowing you need to get your nerdy shit out of the way before he can get his hands on the scrolls. “Are you going to get started? We can set up some lights.”
“Yes! Yes, go get William and set up the lights.” You shove him back towards the hole you had come down. “I can’t wait to see this room lit up.” You turn around and immediately start looking around again, absorbing everything you can like a greedy child.
Pero climbs up to find William waiting for his companion, and he asks Pero how it’s going. “We’ve found the site. She just- she’s focusing on the wrong fucking things. She’s interested in fucking leather scraps instead of focusing on the prize. I told her we’d get the lights so we can see what the fuck is going on down there. Shall we get the shit and I’ll send it down to you?” He suggests, rubbing his gloved hands on his pants.
William shakes his head at his friend’s impatience. The Garin and Tovar families have been friends for generations and it’s nearly kismet that both of them are named after the same ancestors who had traveled to this exact spot hundreds of years ago. “We need to be patient.” William cautions. “We do not want her to suspect anything until we have those scrolls and can finally fulfill our family legacy.” He tells him, slapping him on the back with a grin. He had thought they would be here for weeks before they found anything.
Pero nods, his lips downturned when he thinks about betraying you. You’re a spitfire and he knows you will not give the scrolls up without a fight. “Let’s get the shit she wants and hopefully she won’t take all day to find the scrolls. I’m already over being in the desert again.” He glances behind him at the dunes and it reminds him of his time in the army.
William laughs again. “You always did hate the desert.” He says fondly, looking over at the equipment. “Let’s get her set up. The sooner we do, the sooner she can get to work.”
Huffing, Pero grabs the satchels and carries them towards the small cliff. He and William work in tandem to lower the satchels down before they work on putting together the lights. Within 30 minutes the lights are put together and the men light the cave for the first time in centuries. “Wow.” Pero murmurs, amazed at the ruins in front of him.
You have unearthed several more samples, practically giddy and grinning when you see the chamber flooded with light. “Can you feel it?” You ask, looking around and then back at the two men. “The history here. The stories these walls must hold.”
Pero can’t help but think your excitement makes you look even more beautiful. The way your eyes light up…it’s intoxicating and he can’t help but admire you when your passion shines through. He shakes his head, trying to get his mind away from any positive thought of you, needing to focus on you finding those scrolls. William raises his eyebrows at Pero, making him avert his eyes. “So…what next?” Tovar asks you.
“I need to document the room but then I want to explore.” You tell him excitedly. “I’m hoping that we can find the barracks rooms and then the council’s room. I want to see if I can find the scrolls.”
“Let’s hurry it up, princesa. Every moment we spend here is giving me the creeps.” Pero shivers, glancing around the ruins and he is anxious for you to find the scrolls.
William shakes his head, “patience my friend.” He tells Pero, nudging him as you begin to take photos.
You take two hundred photos at least. Mapping every corner of the room and everything in it. You are thrilled, just this room alone has enough to keep you busy for weeks but you are here for the scrolls. Lowering the camera, you look towards the hallway. “I think I’m going to go down the hall and scope out what’s behind.”
Pero glances at William, raising his eyebrows. “Look at her. She just runs off with no concern for her safety. She’s fucking infuriating.” He growls and walks off, following you down the hall with his flashlight. You are speeding ahead and he calls out, “slow down, princesa. Fuck. I’m too old to run after you.” He half jokes as he tries to keep up.
You snort and keep going. There is a long hallway and your breath catches when you see the planks of a sturdy wooden door. “Oh that has to be a barracks room. Where they lived, bathed, slept.” You whisper, caressing the iron rivets in the steel band keeping the thick oak together. “Can you imagine? Men and women served together here.”
“Very progressive of them.” He murmurs, his eyes following your every move while keeping his eyes on the peripheral. He swallows harshly, “so…what got you interested in all this old shit?” He asks.
You brace your shoulder against the door and try to shove it open, hearing the wood creak but it doesn’t give. “I loved books growing up.” You explain. “I found one that talked about ancient myths.” You shove at the door again and crow happily when it slides open two inches. “And I went from there.”
Deciding to help, Pero shoves his shoulder against the door, deciding to help you, and he grunts as he pushes on the door, coughing when dust hits his face and the door swings open. “There you go hermosa.” He gestures to the empty room. “Books, huh? What about movies? Indiana Jones perhaps?” He teases.
You snort and give a small shrug. “Maybe a little.” You admit. “Harrison Ford is hot.” You look around the room, stepping in to view the dusty room with nothing but a stone ledge along one wall. “This should have been the bed.” You whisper. “Individual rooms. Nursing wounds, maybe fucking, right here.”
Pero raises his eyebrows, unable to deny the way his cock twitches at your curse. He imagines you on the stone ledge, naked and spread out for him, eager for him to lick your cu- “Did you hear me? Can you put the flashlight up?” You ask him, drawing him out of his fantasy.
“Sure.” He raises his arm, allowing you to see more of the room.
You start photographing the room as well. “It’s amazing how well this structure was constructed. According to the myths, this section of the wall was used in the 11th century.” You spy a slightly divot in the floor and there is a missing stone in the center. “Ingenious.” You whisper. “There is a drain. I wonder if they had a bathing room or if they bathed privately.” You smirk to yourself. “I’ve always loved the idea of bathing in a big wooden tub of steaming water.”
He somehow manages to stop himself from imagining you in the bath, naked with suds just covering your tits. He definitely struggles to stop himself from imagining himself in the tub with you. "They were certainly ahead of their time." He hums, allowing himself a moment to admire the structure.
“Yes they were.” You breathe out in excitement. “The weaponry described is amazing. Even the recipe of the black powder. The precursor to gun powder we use today.” You sigh and look around the room. “They were warriors here. And I cannot wait to uncover more secrets.”
You spend a few hours exploring, Pero on your heels while William covertly searches for the scrolls. With no scrolls found and you needing a rest, the three of you make your way back to camp and start a new fire. “Fresh meal number two. One left to go.” You tease as you prepare the food.
“I could do with losing some weight.” Pero rubs his stomach, glaring at William who agrees.
You snort and walk back over to the cooler where you had stored the fresh food, pulling a bottle of whiskey out. “I didn’t think we would find evidence of soldiers here so soon, but I knew we would find them.” You tell them as you turn back around and bring the bottle over. “This is to celebrate.”
Raising his eyebrows, Pero is impressed by your choice in whiskey. Watching as you pour each of you a glass before you hand them out. His heart thumps a little when your fingers brush his and he ignores the way his stomach twists. “Thanks, hermosa.” He murmurs, unable to stop himself despite knowing you’ll know what he means.
William chuckles but you just roll your eyes at the other man and give Tovar a small smile before you hold up your own glass in a toast. “I’ll take it as a compliment. It’s better than the mocking princesa nickname.” You hum before you take a large swallow of your own drink.
Chuckling, Pero sips his drink and leans back as you serve up the food, eagerly digging in after you hand him the metal bowl. “I gotta say…you’re a bloody good cook.” William compliments you with a groan. Pero nods in agreement, knowing that he’d starve if William and him were left in charge of the food. They had both survived far too many times on jerky and granola bars.
You give a small laugh, only a little bitter after all these years. “If you can’t cook, you can’t find a husband. No man wants a wife who’s smart and can’t cook.” You quote your mother as you pick up your own bowl after pouring yourself another glass of whiskey. “My mother was convinced I would forget about being an archeologist one day and want to be a housewife.”
“Not all women are as brave as you, or as smart. Some are happy to simply stay at home and have babies…which there is nothing wrong with that, but some women are destined for more. For greatness.” Pedro says, looking down at the metal glass. “Not that I’ll ever have a wife to find that out. William too.”
“No, there’s nothing wrong with being a housewife. Honestly, I admire them, but there is no way.” You shake your head and grin as you swallow down your second drink. “See where we are?” You gesture to the fading light and the scenery around you. “We are in fucking China. And I’m going to find scrolls that will change history!” You shout out into the air, giggling happily.
Pero and William exchange a look, knowing they are going to ruin your career but they need to finally find the scrolls and fulfill their families plight. They need that scroll. No matter what. “An early start tomorrow. Huh?” William says before finishing his whiskey. “In that case, I’m gonna get some shut eye. I’ll see you in the morning.” William says, standing up and washing out his dishes before leaving them to dry. He offers Pero a pointed look before he makes his way over to his tent.
You don’t drink much and the two you’ve had loosens your tongue more than perhaps you would have normally liked. “It’s too bad you’re an asshole.” You tell Pero, washing your own dishes in the tub of soapy water.
“Why is that?” Pero huffs.
You turn and give him a slight smile. “Because of the two of you, you would have been the one I’d have fucked if given a chance.”
His eyebrows shoot up and he can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah?” His voice deepens unconsciously. “You would’ve fucked me?” He asks. You nod, a cheeky grin on your face that makes him want to kiss it off of your lips. “Estas borracha, hermosa“ You’re drunk, beautiful. He sighs, knowing he should not touch you.
“Maybe a little.” You give a drunken shrug and put your dishes in the box to dry overnight. “Feels good though.” You tell him before you give him a small wink. “But I should go to bed. Or at least tell you I’m going to bed.” You huff. “You can’t hear me masturbate with the AC running. Another reason I wanted it.”
Pero’s cock twitches in his pants and he swallows down the growl that threatens to escape his lips. “And what if I want to hear?” He challenges you, his dark eyes meeting yours and the brown looks orange with the flames reflecting in his orbs.
You know you shouldn’t be talking about this at all, especially with him. You give a slightly wobbly smirk. “Then I guess you shouldn’t have been an ass.” You hum, turning back around to walk to your tent. “Night.” You call out before you unzip the flaps and let yourself into the cool tent.
Pero rubs his hands on his jeans, pacing back and forth as the fire crackles. He glances at his own tent before he looks over at you. He knows he should go to his own tent but the thought of touching you had him hard as rock. A small part of him wonders if he can get you on side for when you find the scrolls, maybe he can sweet talk you into giving them up. Deciding to give it a try, he strides over to your tent, knocking on the flap so you know he’s there.
Turning from where you were about to start getting undressed, you walk over to the tent flap. Your tent is large enough to stand up in, something you are grateful for and gives you enough room to move around. Unzipping the flap, you open it to find Tovar standing there. “Is something wrong?” You hadn’t been gone for too long, but you don’t know why he would be in front of your tent otherwise.
Pero doesn’t say a word as he steps into the tent and surges forward to press his lips to yours. Groaning into your mouth as his hands grip your waist. When you don’t push him away, he slides his tongue into your mouth.
You are shocked, surprised that he is here, kissing you. But your hands slide up his arms and across his shoulders to wrap around his neck. You hadn’t been lying when you told him that he was the one you would sleep with. Whether or not it was because he wanted you or just to say that he had fucked you, you don’t know or care in that moment. Intoxicated by the taste of the whiskey on his tongue, you feel your entire body start to hum. You are sober enough to say no, but you don’t want to.
His hands slide from your waist down to the ass he has stared at far more times than he’s willing to admit. Squeezing the flesh in his hands before his fingers tug on your button down. He pulls back from your mouth, kissing down your neck, and he growls in frustration when the shirt won’t come out of your pants. “How fucking tight is this?” He hisses, wanting to feel more of your skin.
You give a small giggle, amused by his impatience. You’ve discovered that Tovar wants everything now. Although you think teasing would be fun, you reach down and unbuckle your belt and flick the button of your jeans open. “There.” You coo. “Now you can get what you want.”
He huffs, “princesa,” before he grabs the bottom of your button down, pulling it up and off of you to expose your sensible bra. He can’t help but trace his fingers along the swell of your breast, leaning in afterwards to kiss along the flesh. His hands slide back to expertly unclasp the bra, tugging it down your arms to expose your tits. “Hermosa.” He groans, cupping and squeezing the flesh, his thumbs brushing your nipples.
“¿Te gustan las tetas?” You like tits? You moan softly, closing your eyes and enjoying the rough feel of his hands on your skin. They weren’t soft or pampered, calloused and hard, they felt perfect on your tender flesh. Arching your back so he touches you more and whining when he pinches your nipple and tugs.
He nods, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting down on the sensitive nub. He switches over to the other nipple, his hands now pushing your pants down, grateful your pants are shoved down to your ankles. He pulls back after a moment, pulling his shirt over his head, “take your panties off and lay down.” He orders as he works on removing his boots.
Moaning, you obey his order and undress completely before you lay down on the cot that served as your bed. Luckily it’s wide, nearly full sized with a thick pad on it for comfort before your bedding adds more cushion to it. You watch as Tovar strips down, revealing tan, scared skin that makes you want to ask about his past. Instead you squirm and reach up to squeeze your tits.
Tovar shoves his pants down along with his briefs, his cock bouncing now that it’s free, and he kneels on your cot between your legs. His fingers trail from your ankle to your thigh until his digits are brushing the curls at the apex of your thighs. “Hermosa.” He murmurs, voice deeper than before, and he slides his digits through your folds, groaning at how wet you are.
You bite your lip and shift your legs further apart. “T-Tovar.” You murmur softly, sighing happily when you feel him rub your clit. You had been trying to goad him when you talked about masturbating but you would rather have sex than take care of yourself.
“Dígame. Are you on birth control? If not, I have condoms in my pack in my tent and I’m clean.” He murmurs, sliding his fingers lower so he can push two into your cunt, groaning softly at how tight you are.
You gasp and your nails dig into his forearm when he pushes his fingers inside you. Loving how thick they are and the pleasure that bursts forth so easily. “I-I have, oh, it’s an IUD.” You moan. “N-no period. Good for f-field work.”
Pero groans in appreciation, “I’m clean. Got tested before we left.” He confesses and curls his fingers as he pushes them deeper. “So tight. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He declares, withdrawing his fingers and he wraps his wet digits around his cock, pumping himself as he shuffles to position himself between your thighs.
Oh. You hadn’t expected him to make you cum by eating you out; but you had expected more than just a few pumps of his fingers. He grunts as he pushes inside you, making you bite your lip and hiss at the stretch without much more than your own natural wetness. “Fuck.”
Pero notices your hiss and stops, looking down at you with a furrowed brow. “Are you okay, hermosa?” He asks softly, his hand caressing your side. He’s many things but he doesn’t hurt women, and he is determined to make sure that you are okay.
You squirm slightly and exhale. “I’m good.” You tell him, not wanting him to think that you are wanting to stop. “It’s been awhile.” You confess quietly.
He nods in understanding. “I’ll go slow.” He promises and leans down to press his lips to yours before he resumes pushing into you. When he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he begins to move, slowly rocking his hips.
You moan after a few thrusts, your pussy flooding itself and making it easier for him to move. This is what you’ve missed, the weight of a man on top of you and the feeling of being full. Something that nothing else but sex could give you. “Tovar.” You whimper, kissing along his jaw and enjoying the way that his muscles strain under your fingertips
“Call me Pero.” He requests, kissing along your jaw as his hand slides up to squeeze your breast while he moves inside of you. “You feel so good baby. So fucking tight.” He grunts, closing his eyes as he tries to contain himself, stopping himself from spilling within a few thrusts.
You whine, feeling his body tense. “Pero.” You try his name out, the first time you’ve used his Christian name since being introduced to him. Oddly intimate considering he is inside you. Your hand slides down his back and you grip his ass while your legs wind around him.
Pero groans at the way his cock sinks deeper into you, loving the way you whimper when he hits something deep. He can’t help but pick up the pace, his stomach twisting as his cock twitches inside of you. “Fuck. I’m gonna- mierda.” He grunts, burying his cock deep inside of you before he paints your walls with his cum.
You can’t believe that he’s already cumming. Your walls flutter but you are nowhere near having an orgasm yourself. Still, you rock your hips with him to help him ride out his high.
He pants, closing his eyes as he buries his face in your neck. He feels guilty but it’s been a while since he felt a woman as tight as you and he couldn’t help but cum. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He mutters, “lo siento, princesa.” He shifts to pull out of you but makes no moves to help you cum either through oral or fingering.
You lay there for a moment, wondering if you should just take care of yourself or just let your body cool down. You shift, moving off the cot and walking over to the small table you have set up for a wet wipe to clean yourself up and wipe his seed from your cunt.
Pero closes his eyes as he relaxes on your mattress, so much softer than the simple cots he and William have. It’s also so cool in your tent, he is close to falling asleep but he knows he needs to leave and go back to his own tent. He knows you enjoyed having his cock inside of you, so he quickly redresses. “We better get some sleep. Goodnight princesa.” He winks before he sneaks over to his own tent.
You huff, annoyed that you will still have to masturbate if you want to have any satisfaction tonight. Flopping back down on your bed, you don’t bother redressing. Instead you slip your hand between your thighs, determined to do what he did not.
The next morning, you, William, and Perro end up eating breakfast around the now burned out fire, and Pero is looking at you with a cheeky smirk on his lips. “Did you have a good night's sleep, hermosa?“ He asks with a wink in your direction.
William pauses, catching the wink and his eyebrows shoot up as he looks over at you. Amazed that his friend has already managed to slide between your thighs if he’s reading the signs right. You give a small shrug. “Slept fine.” You answer back. “Not hungover at least. Although I could hear your snoring over my AC.”
Pero chuckles, finishing up his breakfast before he gets up to wash his dishes. “Sorry about that. Slept like a baby. Always do after a - well, you know.” He says, not wanting to announce to William what had happened despite the pointed look his friend offered him.
You hum, nodding and shoveling your last bite of food in your mouth so you don’t make some pithy comment that will annoy him. Swallowing, you stand up and pick up your water bottle to drain the last of it. “We better get started then.” You tell them, walking over to wash your own dishes. “Let me get my pack and pee and I’ll be ready.”
Pero watches you go, a smirk still on his face, and William shakes his head. “I can’t believe you fucked her. I told you - did she - fuck. You’ve made this even more complicated, you idiot.” William groans, rubbing his temple.
William listens as Pero argues, telling him that he made it easier. You were going to be distracted by him at night. “Yeah, right.” William huffs, pointing a finger at him. “You better not fuck this up.”
“I know what I’m doing.” Pero lies, standing up to wash his dishes before he gets ready for the trek to the dig site. Soon enough, the trio are making their way to the dig site and Pero walks next to you instead of ahead of you, keeping his eyes and ears open but he can’t help but be close to you. “You enjoy last night, hermosa?” He asks.
You should have known Pero would want to crow about having sex with you. Disappointment fills you, but you brush it aside. “Dinner?” You ask. “Yes, it was delicious, I’m looking forward to our last fresh meal.” You catch sight of him shaking his head
“No, princesa, I mean-“
“I know what you meant, Tovar.” You interrupt, shuffling your bag higher on your shoulders. “Hard to enjoy it when I was fingered for two seconds, fucked for thirty and then ended up having to take care of myself while you were snoring in your own tent.”
Pero stops walking, staring at you until William catches up. “Not going so well, brother?” The Irishman smirks, patting Pero on the back as he continues walking. Pero feels guilty as hell, wishing he had satisfied you and he knows he’s been a selfish lover in the past but he wants to rectify that. Perhaps it’s some ego trip but he wants you to scream his name in pleasure so loud, the ancient men and women who lived here hear it through time.
Getting back to where you had left off last night was easy, although you groan when you turn a corner to see a portion of a wall has collapsed and is blocking the way. “Fuck.” You hiss, hands on your hips for a moment before you pick up your camera and start documenting the site so you can start moving things. Once you are done, you pull out work gloves; knowing that moving the stones is the only way to get through. “Well, at least I’ll be tired tonight.” You mutter to yourself as you start to move the material.
Pero and William find you moving stones, both of them tutting as they step forward to help. “I’m gonna go get that shovel.” William says after all three of you are heaving and panting as you try to move the pieces.
Pero wipes his forehead with the back of his gloved hand. “I’m sorry about late night. I- it was selfish and I should have at least made you cum once.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You pant out shortly, moving another larger stone and grunting from the effort. “Apparently it’s the Soul Snatcher 3000.” You joke. “At least that’s what my ex used to call it.”
Pero reaches for you, stopping you from lifting another rock, and he glances behind to see if William had returned. When he doesn’t hear the Irishman, he takes his glove off and reaches for you to press his lips to yours. “Let me make it up to you.” He requests, pecking your lips.
You raise a brow and accept another kiss. “You can make it up to me tonight.” You tell him with a smirk. “Show me that famous lover that William had talked about. Unless that was just as good as you get.”
Pero scoffs, “no. No. I - that was not my finest hour. It has been a while since I have been with a woman as - as beautiful as you. It got to me.” He flusters, biting his lip as he leans away from you. He puts his glove back on and kisses your lips again. “Tonight. I will make it up to you.” He vows.
You grin and lean forward to kiss him once more, biting down on his bottom lip. “Okay.” You agree, enjoying the way he grunts and his eyes darken in the light from your headlamp. “I want to see what you can really do tonight. So I don’t have to masturbate again.”
The day passes with no sign of the scrolls but Pero isn’t as frustrated as he was during the first day. He is eager for the night. He wants to see you spread out again so he can taste you. He wants to make up for his disappointing performance. The last fresh dinner is cooked and Pero’s eyes watch you over the flames of the fire.
You don’t give any hint that you are looking forward to later. Talking with Will and moaning over the last fresh meal. It’s delicious and you roll your eyes when you take your first bite. “Oh god, I’m going to miss this.” You huff, closing your eyes in pleasure as the food melts in your mouth.
Tovar tries and fails to ignore the way his cock twitches in his pants at your groans, the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. William can’t help but pick up on the tension, anxious to scoff his dinner and find respite in his tent. “Sounds like you’re enjoying the meal, princesa?” He teases before digging into his own meal, a groan escaping his lips.
“Yes.” You savor another bite and then open your eyes to look over at the two men. “There are plenty of seasonings but nothing ever makes food from a bag taste as good as fresh in my opinion.” You tell him. “Especially after a long, hot day.” You have every intention of finishing your meal and going back to your tent to wash up before Tovar comes to join you. While you aren’t going to go to the nearest river and bath, you still can sponge off and make sure that you are clean enough.
William nods in agreement, hating that he has to rush this meal but it's best that he escapes before Tovar sets his sights on you. "Delicious." William hums as he finishes his food, shifting to stand up. "You know what? I'm exhausted. I'm gonna get some sleep." He feigns a yawn and walks over to wash up his dishes.
You wonder if the Irishman knows Pero is going to be in your tent tonight, not that it matters to you. You are a big girl, a grown up who was perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Turning your gaze to Tovar, you give him an amused look. “Yeah, I’m tired too. I need to wash off and fall into my bed.” You tell them as you stand up too. “Early night for everyone I guess.”
Pero nods, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans after washing up his dishes. He is anxious and excited to touch you again. This time, he is determined to hear you scream out his name in pleasure. Loud enough to keep William awake at night. "I'm tired too." Pero announces and William offers him a roll of his eyes along with a "just don't be too loud" before he bids you both goodnight, making his way over to the tent.
"I can give you a few minutes if you wish, hermosa." He smiles softly and shoves his hands in his pockets. "I should wash up too." He blushes a little, knowing the desert has the ability to make you sweat and combined with the dust from the ruins. "Go clean up baby." He jerks his chin as your tent before making his way back over to his own.
Tovar quickly washes off, leaving his shirt off and forgoing boots so he is left in his jeans before he makes his way over to your tent. Sniffing his breath to make sure brushing his teeth had removed the remaining taste of the dinner you cooked. He knocks on the flap of your tent, hearing your soft 'come in' and he enters, his breath leaving his lungs at the sight of you spread out and waiting for him.
“Hey.” You shamelessly watch him as he closes the tent flap and walks towards you. “So what do you want to do tonight?” You ask slightly breathless with anticipation and you spread your legs apart even more.
"Make you cum." He growls, kneeling down on your cot and wasting no time in burying his face into your folds. His tongue sliding through them until he is flicking the tip over your clit. "You taste fucking incredible, princesa." He groans, leaning back in to harshly suck on your clit.
You cry out, reaching up to cover your mouth so you don’t bother William. Moaning into your palm while he licks through your folds. “I want to hear you.” He growls, reaching up and grabbing your wrist to pull it away from your mouth, making you moan again and slide your legs onto his back so he can reach more of you.
His tongue slides deep into your cunt, a groan escaping his lips as he dives deeper for more of your tangy arousal. His hands dig into your thighs, pushing them backwards towards your stomach so he can delve into your cunt. His tongue slides back up to your clit and he takes it between his lips, sucking harshly while his eyes look up at you.
Rocking your hips against his mouth you whimper his name. Watching his dark eyes as he pierces you with their gaze. You can see he wants to make it good for you, make you cum. That itself is sexy and makes you reach down to tangle your fingers into his dark curls while you shamelessly use his tongue for your pleasure. “Oh fuck.” You gasp. “Pero!”
He loves how you gasp his name. He is desperate to hear it again and again. “Good girl, hermosa. Cum for me.” He growls after pulling back from your clit for a moment. He needs to make you cum. Sucking your clit back into his mouth, he growls when you squeal.
“Pero, Pero, Perooooooooo!” You cry out, arching your back off the cot as the liquid heat of your orgasm whips through you. Igniting every cell in your body and flooding it with endorphins that seems to make you sing in pleasure. Sobbing his name again when he keeps sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite candy until you are whining and shoving at his head as he resists letting go.
He reluctantly pulls away from you after several more licks that make your thighs shake. “Did I make up for last night?” He smirks, kissing the back of your thigh.
“Oh God. Yes.” You pant and he chuckles.
“Good. Another one.” He orders, pushing two thick digits into your still pulsing walls.
You whimper, grabbing the sheets and twisting them in your hands while his fingers work deep in your cunt. “Oh fuck. Shit, there!” Your hips jerk when he presses against that spongy little spot you can never seem to reach yourself. “Oh god, right there.”
Surging forward, Pero sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan, keeping his fingers pressed against that spot that made you moan. He wants to leave you wrecked, he wants to have you ache in the morning and be reminded of him with every step you take. You're his new addiction, obsessed with the way you cry out his name.
It burns, that’s how good it feels. Consuming everything inside you and leaving you unable to do more than pant out his name and take the way that he strokes his fingers deep into your cunt. “Pero.” Sobbing out his name again, you feel the pressure building up in your core. “Gonna cum.”
He doesn’t let up, sucking on your clit as he breathes harshly through your nose, and he continues pumping his fingers into your cunt, curling them to hit that spot over and over again. When you clamp down on his fingers, he loves the way you squeal so loud, he’s certain people in the nearest village hear you.
Gasping and shuddering your way through your orgasm, you feel like you are soaking him in a flood of your cum. Not that he seems to mind, the slick squelch of his fingers keeps moving inside you. “Oh shit, oh shit.” Whimper and finally having enough so that you slump down and try to close your legs so he can’t touch you anymore. “Pero please!”
He relents, withdrawing his fingers from your leaking cunt, and he kisses your stomach as he snakes his way up your body. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucks hard before biting down on the sensitive flesh, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
You mewl, rolling your hips up and sliding your hand down so you can cup his through the material. “Strip.” You pant desperately. “Want you inside me.” You don’t say that you hope he lasts longer, but you do. Even with your orgasms, you want him to fuck you longer this time.
Pero is reluctant to move off of you but he does, shifting to stand up, and he shoves his jeans down, revealing his lack of underwear. His cock is rock hard, throbbing and leaking pre cum as the need for you burns higher inside of him. He is desperate to feel your tight cunt clamp down on his cock when you cum, soaking him. “Hands and knees.” He orders, reaching down to pump his cock.
You flip over to your stomach and push up onto your knees, presenting your ass to him. Wiggling it around and looking over your shoulder with a smirk on your face. “You gonna fuck me?” You hum.
He nods, kneeling on the bed, and he can’t believe how fucking sexy you are. With his free hand, he slaps your ass cheek, loving the jiggle of the flesh, and he steps closer to slide the head of his cock through your folds until he can notch the head at your entrance. He pushes into you with a hiss, unable to believe how tight you are around him.
“Fuuuuuuuuck.” Your head drops between your shoulders and you rock your hips forward, loving how he feels filling you up. “Fuck Pero.” You hiss. “You feel so fucking big inside me.” You have no problem praising him, because he feels like he’s splitting you open.
He reaches out to caress along your spine before he grips your hips, keeping you still so he can work his cock inside of you. After he is fully seated inside of you, he rocks his hips, barely pulling out of you before he is surging back into you. “I - It’s just that you’re fucking tight. Jesus, princesa. Gonna - gonna make you cum on my cock.” He is glad he jerked off before dinner because he definitely would’ve cum by now. “Mierda.” He hisses when you clench around him.
“Yesss.” You drop down to your elbow and push back against him. “Make me cum. I want to cum on your cock. Soak it.” You whimper and clench down around him again when he gives another rough thrust.
He thrusts into you with a groan, his fingers digging into your hips, and he bends over your body to kiss along your neck. Biting down on the juncture of your shoulder and neck, he thrusts deep and hard, wanting you to feel him in your stomach. “So- so good baby. Taking me so well.”
All you can do is groan, each thrust pushing the air out of your lungs to where all you can manage is pathetic little noises. Squeaks and whimpers every time his cock slams back into you. Your eyes roll back and you whine when his teeth dig in a little deeper into the meat of your skin, marking you with the outline of his pearly whites.
His hand slides along your waist until he is squeezing your breast, while his other hand finds your clit. He’s determined to make you cum as he rubs your bundle of nerves, needing you to clamp down on his cock.
Your entire body reacts to his hands. Tensing and bowing up seconds before you cum. Wailing out his name as your cunt bears down on him in a vice grip, soaking him with your arousal.
"That's it baby. That's fucking it." He grunts through gritted teeth, loving the way you wail and clamp down on him. He works you through it, feeling his cock twitch but he closes his eyes and tries to not cum yet. He has to make up for how he treated you last night. He pulls out of you after you finish shaking from your orgasm, and he slaps your ass again. "Want you to ride me. Need you to cum one more time." He orders.
Moaning, you watch him flip onto his back and quickly straddle his thighs. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you pump it and hold him steady while you shuffle over him and start to sink down on him.
His dark eyes focus on the way you sink down onto his cock, watching his length disappear inside of your body. It's almost enough to make him cum but he holds his breath and controls himself. "Hermosa." He murmurs, looking up into your eyes and his hands cup your tits, squeezing the flesh with an appreciative groan.
“So I just needed to sleep with you to sweeten that sharp tongue?” You tease as you roll your hips and grind down on him. “How sweet will you be if I suck your cock?” You hun, squeezing him right before you lift your hips to take him deep again.
He shakes his head, “no. No. You. You sweetened my tongue. You’re brilliant. Smart. Sexy.” He smirks, his hands sliding down to your waist, helping you lift up and down on his cock. “So fucking sexy.” He groans. Needing you to cum one more time, his hand slides lower so he can rub your clit with his thumb.
“Ohhhhh.” You tilt your head back and moan, bracing your hands on his chest and rocking just a bit harder. “Fuck Pero.” You whimper, feeling him twitch when you grip him again. “You feel so big, I feel you so deep.”
His other hand slides to your stomach, pressing down so he can feel his cock move inside of you. It twitches in reaction and a shaky breath escapes him. He’s never felt so connected to someone he’s had sex with. “Cum for me baby. Cum for me.” He orders, his dark eyes meeting yours when your chin falls to your chest.
Your body can’t help but obey his order. Struggling to keep your eyes open when you cum, your vision goes blurry, making your hips rock towards him and you collapse against his chest. Blindly pressing your lips to his and moaning his name against them again.
Pero is on the edge, the way you’ve soaked his cock and grip him tight has him ready to cum. He wraps his arms around your waist, dragging you down further so he can press his lips to yours before he thrusts up into you. A groan pushed into your lips as he fucks you hard and fast, seeking his own high. “Mierda.” He growls into your mouth before he cums, his cock thrusting up deep into you before he freezes and his cock twitches, painting your walls with his cum.
Whimpering at the hot flood of his seed inside you, you kiss him through his high, slowly grinding on him until his arms relax around you. “God.” You pant, trying to catch your breath. “That was- fuck.” You giggle, draping yourself over him and feeling his heart race against your breast. “Yeah. That was good.”
He turns his head to kiss along your jaw as you rest on top of him. “Did that make up for last night, hermosa?” He asks, his hands caressing along your spine and down to your ass. Squeezing playfully before coming back up.
“Definitely.” You hum, tucking your head against his neck for a moment and kissing his pulse before you start to reluctantly move away. He had left pretty quickly after last night and you don’t want to make him feel like he had to stay.
Pero doesn’t want to let go, dragging you back into his chest as he shifts his hips to turn you on your side so he can curl around you while his softening cock is still inside of you. He doesn’t want to let go and break this spell, knowing that when tomorrow arrives, you’ll be annoyed by him again.
You don’t comment, just curl into his chest and close your eyes. The sweat drying on your skin in the cool air of your tent and you don’t mind him being here. Scared to voice the idea of him staying because he may want to fuck you, but he still most likely doesn’t like you. Instead you just let yourself drift off to sleep, aware that he will be gone when you wake up.
****
A week passes by and Pero sleeps in your cot every night, wrapped around you, but he is gone before the sun comes up. He doesn't really say a lot to you during the day, letting you focus on the excavation, and he ignores the looks from William. When the Irishman goes to get some more tools for you, Pero takes the opportunity to grab the back of your jeans and pull you back into him, his hands gripping your waist. "Been thinking about touching you all day, hermosa." He reveals, leaning down to kiss your neck.
You tilt your head and moan softly. “Yeah?” You ask with a grin. “How do you want to touch me? Like you did last night? Or the night before?” The sex has been amazing, every night he pulls orgasms out of you, determined to make sure that he knows your body better than anyone. He had learned everything that makes you squeal.
“I want you-” He kisses along your neck, “to let me put your legs over my shoulders, and fuck you so hard, you squirt like you did a few days ago. Want you to soak my cock and my stomach like a fucking waterfall.” He growls, nipping on your jaw as his hands slide higher to squeeze your tits through your shirt.
“Oh fuck.” You pant softly, remembering how fucking pleased with himself he had been. Just fucking smug and demanding that you do it again. “Yesss.” You whimper, pushing your ass back against his cock. “I want - fuck, I want that.” You admit, reaching back and tangling your fingers into his slightly greasy hair. “I’m going to go bathe in the river tonight.” You murmur softly, extending a silent invitation to him. “Do more than sponge off.”
“Mmmm, I suppose I need a wash too. After dinner, we can go.” He says, kissing along your jaw until he can press his lips to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth. With every moment he spends in your company, it gets harder to remind himself why he’s here. To steal the scrolls. He will focus once they have been found.
“Fuck. Now you’re doing it in the daylight? Gimme a break.” William groans as he carries the box full of supplies you need.
Your cheeks flame hit and you quickly pull away from Pero, embarrassed that you hadn’t heard the other man return. “Sorry.” You murmur, quickly walking over to grab what you need. Tovar has become a distraction and you need to keep your mind on your work during the day and not on the handsome Spaniard who is warming your bed.
“Tonight.” Pero murmurs, pecking your cheek before he lets you go so you can continue with your inspection of the ruins. He doesn’t miss the pointed look from William and he knows he needs to focus again on the scrolls but his eyes flick down to your ass as you walk off.
Hours later, you squeal in excitement, echoing down the stone hallways and alerting the men who are nearby. “Oh my god!” Your eyes are wide as you uncover the ornate box. The two men burst into the room, looking for danger or trouble before they spot you and the wooden and gold box.
Pero’s hand drops from his gun and his eyes widen as you work on opening the box. “Is that- are those-?” William gasps and looks over at Tovar whose heart is beating in his chest. He can’t believe you’ve actually found them. Finally. After so many generations searching for them, he and William are going to be the ones to fulfill the family plight.
“The scrolls of the Nameless Order.” Yin whisper reverently, sliding your hand over the inlaid gold writing and pictures that are covering the box. “It has to be, there is a creature….one that I’ve seen in the myths. The Tao Tei, the creatures the Nameless were supposed to have fought.”
Pero can’t help but move closer, looming over you so he can see the box when you open it. His heart stops when the box reveals its contents: the scrolls. He looks over at William, both men are in awe of the scrolls they searched for.
“Don’t touch anything.” You demand, your tone is serious and professional. Your gloves will prevent any oils from getting on the parchment from your skin but you need to make sure they are preserved properly. “We need to make sure we treat them gently. They are over one thousand years old.”
Pero nods, listening to you as you gently pick up the parchment. His impatience makes him huff but he allows you to take the lead. Both he and William need to know what is in those scrolls.
You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest and you open one of the scrolls, nearly vibrating out of your skin in excitement. “Oh, it’s gorgeous.” You breathe out in awe as the beautiful script unfolds. “Look at how well the ink has held up.” Your eyes roam over the pages and you hum in satisfaction. “I will be able to translate this easily.”
Pero is stunned for a moment, not sure what he expected, but he curses himself for not being able to read Archaic Chinese, for not remembering that the scrolls would be written in another language. He knows that’s stupid but he’s been obsessed with getting these scrolls.
William huffs, hands on his hips and then he starts laughing. He hadn’t thought about the language barrier either. “Damn, you can read it?” With a grin. “You speak Spanish and Chinese?” You shrug and keep looking at the scrolls. “My field of study is ancient China. Of course reading and speaking the language is required.”
Pero is impressed by you, and he can’t help but say, “beauty and brains.” He quips, winking at you when you fluster and duck your head to continue inspecting the scroll. “I guess we are in your capable hands to read this.” William says, his fingers already itching to just steal the scrolls and get the fuck out of the desert. He never wants to come to the desert again.
“We need to be careful now.” You tell both of them. “I know many people would love to get their hands on the scrolls and use them for their own gain.” You carefully roll the scroll up and place it back in the box. “I need to get this back to camp to photograph and start translating.”
Pero doesn’t look at William, biting his lip as he knows it’s gonna destroy you when he steals the scrolls from you. He knows it’s gonna hurt but generations of ancestors have sought out these scrolls. “Let’s get it back to camp then.” Pedro says and William nods, his jaw clenched slightly.
You nod quickly, eager to get back so you can start documenting. “Okay.” You agree. “Let’s pack it up for the day. I want to spend the rest of the day with these babies.” You grin, caressing the box gently. “I did it. I found the scrolls.”
Later that night, after the dehydrated dinner has been eaten and dishes washed, Tovar makes his way to your tent. Tonight, he isn't going to get straight to sex, he wants to find those scrolls. He enters your tent to find you standing there waiting and he surges forward to kiss you, needing to have one last kiss before he betrays you. "Wait. Wait, baby. I need to go pee." You murmur, pecking his chin before you offer him a smirk, exiting the tent. Taking the opportunity, Tovar begins to rifle through your things, desperate to find those scrolls.
You feel like you are walking on air. Nothing could ruin your good mood. You’ve found the scrolls within a week of being on the dig site, evidence that would change history forever. Proving the existence of the elite order and guaranteeing that you can work for any museum or college department you want. Peeing quickly and cleaning up, you make your way to your tent to celebrate. Your good mood instantly deflates when you see Pero digging through your cases. “What are you doing?” You demand.
Tovar spins around to look at you, eyes wide, and he swallows harshly, the guilt threatening to overwhelm him but he doesn’t want to lie to you. “I- I’m trying to find the scrolls. To, uh, to keep them somewhere safe.” He lies, unable to stop himself from sounding suspicious. It’s hard to lie to you.
You see right through him. Anger and crushing disappointment floods you, making you scoff. “Right. Keep them safe.” You stride past him.
“Hermos-“
“Don’t call me that.” You hiss, snatching up the bag you had planned to take to the river to bathe. Merely hours ago you were completely enthralled with this man and now you catch him trying to steal the scrolls.
“Let me-“
“You don’t need to explain shit.” You whirl around and glare at him. “You had every intention of fucking me until we found the scrolls. God, I’m such an idiot.” You chuckle dryly, ignoring the quick shake of his head, his eyes look guilty though. “I’m going to bathe, alone.” Your glare turns sardonic, cutting. “It’ll give you more time to try to find the scrolls and steal them.” You spit, rushing out of the tent and away from the camp.
Pero watches you run away, his stomach churning and the guilt settles in his gut like rocks on the bottom of a river. He can’t help but spin around, punching through the tent in his anger and embarrassment. He should’ve told you about his family. He should’ve told you about William’s and his plan. He knows he should’ve told you everything…even how he feels. “Fuck!” He shouts, deciding to go and find you, to try and explain.
It’s good that you are alone, tears sliding down your face. You are embarrassed because you started to care for the infuriating man, maybe even love him. Finding out that he has just gotten close to you to get the scrolls hurt more than you can imagine. Through your tears and distress, you don’t see them until you are running into one. Men, a group of them, making you gasp when one of them grabs you.
“Tov-“ Slapping his hand over your mouth when you shriek, pinning you to him as you start to thrash around to get away. Bandits. You hear them start talking about you, realizing they had been waiting for night to raid the camp, they had seen you digging. Now you are at their mercy as they drag you away from the river, the bag you had carried gets dropped, left behind.
Pero is making his way down to the river when he hears your shriek. Running through the sand, he nearly falls when his boots slide through the mud, and he calls out your name. Trying to figure out where you have gone, he uses his flashlight to look down and see the footprints. “Mierda. Mierda!” He growls, knowing you’ve been taken. He rushes back to the camp, opening William’s tent without a thought. “She’s gone. She’s been taken.” Pero shouts, making William jump.
“Taken?” William stares at his friend in confusion. “She was with you. What do you mean?” He demands, unaware of what happened before you left.
“I- I was trying to find the scrolls and she - she found me. Knew what I was doing and I- fuck. Amigo, It’s no longer about the scrolls. It’s about her.” Pero declares and William nods.
“I know. I know. I- I’ve known for a while that you’re in love with her.” The Irishman’s words make Pero reel back slightly in shock, unable to really admit it to himself until that moment.
“Yes. Yes. I love her. We need to find her. Get your guns. I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.” Tovar growls.
****
“Fuck you!” Your words are muffled as you spit them through the gag that is tied around your mouth, although they know what you are saying. The one closest to you pulls back and slaps you across the face hard enough to make you choke out a sob and your eyes water, feeling the pain explode across your cheek.
“We will trade her for the scrolls. The one fucking her will give them up.” You hear them discussing you in their language and your heart sinks. There is no way that you would be traded for the scrolls. Pero is probably already out of China by now. It’s been two days since you have been taken and you know that they will kill you once they figure out he’s gone.
****
Pero and William are exhausted. They haven’t slept since you were taken, tracking you and the bastards that took you. Tovar has been anxious, and that’s putting it lightly. Driving William mad with his heavy breathing and anxiety. When the men finally find where you are being kept, they hang back and watch the men. Pero growing more and more furious.
“We could keep her.” You cringe away from the hand of one of the men, trying to touch you and grabbing your thigh, squeezing it roughly. It’s been hard to ignore the comments they have made about you. It isn’t the first time one of them suggested using you, but you squirm away from him, not liking the look in his eyes. “Bitch.” He hisses, scowling at you and slapping you again. “You think you’re too good for me?”
Pero and William watch from the rocky outcrop. Pero is ready to pounce, to cut the jugular of every single fucker keeping you hostage, but he can't. They are outnumbered and they need to be smart. "They are all dead." Pero growls and reaches for his sniper rifle, determined to kill those fucks for even breathing near you.
“Don’t lose your head.” William cautions, putting his hand on the top of the rifle to push it down. “Let me get close to her. So I can grab her when you start causing chaos.”
Pero nods, knowing he needs to control himself if he is going to rescue you. “Go. Go now.” Tovar orders, impatient to get you away from the assholes who took you. He watches William get up, trusty bow and arrows in his hands. Maybe they are old fashioned but he is an expert with them.
William creeps close to the rocks where you are being held. The bow is already notched on the string as he moves closer. He has never seen his friend as frantic or angry as he is right now, even when they were fighting for their lives. He knows that his job is to get to you, to protect you. The silent agreement being that the men who had taken you would be left for Tovar to dispatch to hell personally. Especially the man who had put his hands on you. Right at the edge of the boulders, William looks towards where Pero is set up and nods, drawing his bow back and aiming for the bandit closest to him.
"Fuck!" The man yelps, the arrow piercing his arm, and his crying out makes the other men look around. They try to find where the arrow came from and Pero takes the opportunity to fire at a few of them. Quick pops of gunfire have the men falling to the ground as William tries to distract them enough to grab you.
You scream against the gag when you start to hear gunfire and people dropping around you, covering your head and trying to cower down. Struggling when someone grabs you until you hear your name being shouted over and over again and you open your eyes to see William. “Let’s get you out of here!” He shouts and starts dragging you towards the gunfire.
Tovar focuses on taking out the men now that you’ve been rescued by William. He easily takes out the bastards, watching them drop to the ground one by one as bullets fly. He can’t focus on you right now, he will after the men have been taken out. He hums in satisfaction when all the men are dead. One - the one who touched you- is groaning in agony, and Pero stands up, taking his handgun out of his pocket, and he slowly walks over to loom over the man. He curls his lip up as he glares at the man, wasting no time in shooting him in the head. Sweat is beaded on his brow and he glares at the man before holstering his gun, making sure they are all dead.
When you are away from the rocks, about two hundred yards away and can’t see the camp anymore you shove away from William and start tearing at the gag around your mouth with your bound hands. “Oh God, oh God.” You stammer, shaking when you realize that William had saved you and then look around, disappointed it wasn’t Pero that had come for you. “Why- where- did he run off already?” You ask, shaking your head as you scrub at your skin where it has been raw from the bonds they had you in.
Tovar comes into view as you say that, feeling guilty once again but also relieved that you are safe. He reaches to grab you, pulling you into his chest and breathing you in despite knowing you’ll be shoving him away. “I’m so sorry hermosa. So sorry. I- I shouldn’t - fuck. Are you okay?” He asks, pulling away and cupping your cheeks to look into your eyes.
You let out a sob and you want to curl into his chest, take comfort in his scent and presence. Instead you nod and pull away. “I’m fine.” Your voice wavers but you take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to believe that this isn’t some kind of dream. “I take it you didn’t find the scroll, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” You tell him coldly before you turn back to William. “Where is camp? I want to get away from here.”
Pero's heart aches at your words, knowing he's ruined any chance of him being able to tell you how he really feels. "Hermosa. Are you - I'm sorry. So sorry. I- fuck. Please. Just listen to me." He pleads, hating the way you wrench out his grip and begin making your way across the desert.
You hear him start to follow you, scrubbing your eyes and trying to keep yourself from crying. You feel betrayed in every sense of the word but you are also grateful that he came for you. “You didn’t have to sleep with me.” You murmur to yourself, just loud enough that you know he can hear you. “Or was that just a bonus? Fuck the stupid archeologist and then rob her blind, all while you can tell your friend that you tricked me.”
Tovar can’t help but reach for your wrist, gently stopping you and turning you back to face him. “No. No. I- I tried to stay away. I tried to not touch you but you’re so fucking irresistible it’s irritating.” You roll your eyes and try to pull out of his grip but he keeps you close. “I tried to stay away but you drew me in and now- fuck - now I can’t stop thinking about you. Hermosa. Please understand. My ancestors have been searching for those scrolls for generations. It details the family fortune in black powder. My ancestors and William’s fought hard for the wealth but it was stolen. We are just trying to get back what is rightfully ours. The side effect that I fell in love with you was not planned.”
Your mouth drops open and you gape start him in shock. “You- you love me?” You want to believe it but it’s hard, the image of him digging through your stuff looking for the scrolls flashes in your mind.
“He does.” William speaks up, having trailed behind both of you. “He wanted to kill all of them. Especially the fucker who hit you.” He offers with a smile. “My friend is an asshole but he’s not lying. He loves you.”
A blush covers Pero’s cheeks as he ducks his head, unused to such intimate terms when his life has been so full of turmoil and violence. His hand gently grips yours, his thumb caressing the back and he bites his lip while looking into your eyes. “I am a bad man. I am a thief. A killer. I have lied and I have stolen but believe me when I say that I will offer you my body, my heart, for as long as you want me, and I will never lie to you again. I swear it, hermosa. I’m yours if you want me. If not, William and I will escort you home with the scrolls and will leave you be.”
You stay silent for a long moment before you step up to him. Reaching out and slapping him across the cheek. “That’s for lying to me. Sleeping with me while you had every intention of stealing from me.” You hiss. Pero looks shocked before his eyes fall to the ground and he nods. Stepping closer, you grab the back of his neck and yank him to you. “This is because I love you.” You murmur before you press your lips to his.
His shock fades and his cheek stings but he grabs your waist to pull you closer, deepening the kiss as he tilts his head. The kiss lasts several moments until William clears his throat. When Pero breaks the kiss, he nudges your nose with his and kisses your forehead. “Te amo, amor.” He murmurs, pulling back to look into your eyes.
“I love you too.” You murmur softly. “I shouldn’t, but I do.” You caress his cheek gently, soothing the sting of your hand. “I know that you didn’t have to save me, thank you.” You whisper.
"Always. I will always save you. Come on hermosa, let's head back to camp. I am sure you want something to eat and to clean up and then I want to show you how much I love you." William groans at that, having had to listen to you fuck every night. Tovar chuckles, shaking his head at William as he picks up the rifle before beginning the journey back to camp. "Forget the scrolls, amigo. I think I found something far more precious." Pero coos, lifting your joined hands to kiss the back of it. William groans, making you giggle.
"You have a lot of making up to do, Tovar." You tell him, squeezing his hand.
"I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, baby." He promises, offering you a smile. It's true, he arrived in China desperate to find the scrolls and find his ancestors' fortune, but he doesn't care about the treasure now that he has you: the greatest prize of all.
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Shepard baby shower for baby ryder omg! (Honestly I fucking wish Ryder was Shepards kid. That anon who gave u that ask should've cooked for bioware....that would be awesome and add more to the "be the legend my n7 parent was" when we played as said legend! Also shepard deserves to be happy)
Miranda is that cool big income childless aunt with the best most expensive gifts (cant have kids but she really wants em. Poor miri) probably likes to check up on shepard and ryder a lot. Best aunt ever. (Miranda would be a bit awkward at first, holding a child but I think she'd warm up to it quickly. Maybe even tear up a bit if you didn't look.)
Tali is SO worried. Quarians have it bad as babies they cant leave the bubble. Gifts mutiple baby monitor too for all the vitals. Its very important in this stage to check on them! Quarians find the baby stage to be so stressful! She's ready to check baby monitors for you like a fnaf security guard. You sure you don't want her to hook you up with someone from the fleet who can install a bubble in your home?
Kaidan gifts something sweet and thoughtful. Cute n7 onesie for baby ryder, some diapers too. Diapers are expensive. Gotta make sure you have them ready, babies poop a lot. Maybe brings some of his cooking too. Probably researched too to make sure Garrus and Tali can eat some of his dishes, the sweetheart.
Ashley hauls in an entire crib by herself she and her sister used as kids, and now its passed down to you. Feel honoured, skipper. It's practically a Williams heirloom.
Wrex surprisingly has a soft gift. A cute blanket he and Eve/Bakara worked on. Or maybe all by himself. Nights in tuchanka can be tough, so he figured you would appreciate it even if your choice of planet to live on is much easier (and for weaklings, plssss move to tuchanka instead) Its useful and from the heart. He tries to hint you should name the kid Ryder Shepard Urdnot, since shepard is a honorary krogan anyways.
Liara has cute yellow flower baby pj's too with matching little socks and those little hats. She seems a bit melancholy but her smile is very geniune when she gives them.
Garrus gets one of those big baby bags. Or those baby carrier things for your back/front to carry the baby. Knowing him, probably both. Tactical and hey look, it's got pockets/belt ulities for your guns and thermal clips in case you need to shoot whilst carrying baby or the supplies, theres even room for scopes and attachments in here!... why are you raising your eyebrow like that?... did he get too carried away? (Garrus and Kaidan would be the type of dads to carry their kid anywhere in those things) with how the dlc went in quiet party version, Garrus would probably want to install a insane amount of security, making Tali's paranoid monitoring look normal in comparison. You thought Tali was paranoid? He'll show you. Both him and Shepards got a lot of enemies, and Garrus has lost a lot of good people. This baby gonna stay safe. Probably chills down after some reassuring tough. Maybe he'll tone it down a bit more... just a bit. After all, shepard keeps surviving the craziest things, so little Ryder probably will inherit that.
Grunt gets you a krogan shotgun he modified with ryders name engraved. His battlemaster's child will surely be a force to be reckoned with. Baby ryder will be a strong warrior one day, what do you mean babies cant fight right after they learn to walk? Huh!? How long will it be till he can fight ryder? Well...no matter...he got baby picture books too. Grunt himself is quite fond of reading after all. Maybe till Ryder is strong enough, they can have that in common.
Edi brings the most useful gifts she researched, it's all very sweet as she lists all her sources on child rearing and how to prepare for a child. Joker tries to pretend he didn't play a part in it, but he actually insisted on helping Edi research to get Shepard the best gifts and paid for it. Edi defiantly practiced beforehand how to properly hold a baby for days on end with a doll or a pillow.
Javik seems annoyed how lacking everyone's gifts are. In his cycle, babyshowers were much grander. More honorable, as the empire demanded it. He expected better from all the primitives, especially the asari. He muses how even with his expectations so low, this new cycle keeps dissapointing him. If he holds baby Ryder, he reconsiders finding an airlock the moment the moment the baby uses any bodily functions. So ugly. In his cycle...Well... he'd never actually held a baby before, he was a soldier. Not some caretaker or doctor. When he holds ryder he looks displeased. Its chubby and pink like a unboiled hanar, pathetic and ... yet he can't really stop looking. Ugly little primitive that keeps trying to put its sticky little fingers against his face and laughing... Well, OK... maybe it's best he does the holding, and not one of the other primitives. Not because he wants to, that's defiantly not it. Expect him to scowl harshly the moment anyone else of the crew wants a go at holding baby Ryder.
I love everything about this
Miranda constantly calls her sister to check if she's performing the cool aunt duities correctly since her sister actually had a family. Asking if giving out ten thousand credits as a baby shower gift is too little and if she needs to triple the amount.
Oh my god, Tali playing fnaf with the baby security cameras I can't. Shepard gets a call at 3am. because Tali hacked the baby monitors again to check on your child, and she saw that the blanket is almost falling off and you can't have that!! Go and gover your baby right now Shepard it is an emergency or they might get cold!
Kaidan who remembers how hard food came by in jump zero and makes sure to constantly drop by and help you with the baby food. Be it a fruit mush mix or a formula, he is ready to learn everything there is to make sure the little one is eating well. Saves you a lot of headaches too because you can drop your kid off at Kaidan and know they'll be fed and cared for.
Oh also he'll definitely use his biotics to play with the child and lift them up. He's very gentle and careful, it's endearing how much they giggle. They love the way his hair fizzles up because of his biotics, like touching the static screen of an older tv. He is the best when it comes to babysitting duty, the kid almost sees him as another parent even.
The image of Shepard going to open the door after inviting Ashley to their baby shower and Williams here comes hauling a huge ass crib with her bare hands and tells Shepard to step aside and direct here to where the baby room is.
Ashley builds the entire crib while the party is going on. Just rolling up here sleeves and telling you to send Garrus and Zaeed in here to help hold the flashlight for her while she works. Telling you all these stories about each scratch and mark on the crib and how it was used for all of her sisters. Garrus and Zaeed attempt to boobytrap the crib against intruders while she's not looking but she catches them.
Wrex talking about how Shepard should consider bringing baby Ryder for their rite ceremony on Tuchanka. How the thresher maws are waiting. Grunt volunteers so be their kresh and help baby Ryder like Shepard helped him before. Wrex bringing baby krogan Mordin with him to see Ryder and hinting at how they should be friends.
Liara is one of those people who immediately freeze when they're handed the baby to hold. Baby Ryder is giggling and running their fists over her hair and face while Liara is just staring at them, worried she might accidentally drop them and them remembering oh fuck babies response to facial features she needs to smile remember to smile.
It's the most forced nervous smile of her life. She is so out of her element. The Shadowbroker being reduced to a nervous wreck as she tries her best to act natural around Ryder and praying to the goddess inside thay they don't cry.
Then she finds out Kaidan likes to float them around with his biotics and she hands the baby back to you and goes to scold him about how it's not safe and he shouldn't risk it. How humans aren't like asari and we don't know the effects of biotics on them at this early age.
Garrus brings a toy gun that is actually a functional sniper rifle. He tries to convince you it is a good idea to have this on standby in case anyone tries to come at you while you're playing with your baby. He brings those baby books that teach you colours except it's one about sniper rifles that he handmade himself.
Lowkey suggests signing up Ryder for a turian bootcamp as early as they learn to walk. You know, just to teach them the basic self-defense techniques that any normal toddler needs, like how to check for someone's pulse point to know where to stab an air filled needle and fake a heart attack. Eventually, he gets called to build the crib with Ashley and gets busy hiding knives and emergency X Widow 6500 scopes for sniper rifles in between the wood pieces.
Just in case you misplaced your X Widow 6500 sniper rifle ultimate scope. You the one everyone has? And can't do without? Now you have a backup one! Or twelve.
Anderson being the only normal person and taking Ryrder to normal kids attraction in London. Showing them the big ben and taking them to a kid's playground as he sits with the moms and gushes about Ryder and Shepard and how proud he is of them.
One time Hackett becomes the emergency babysitter because Shepard is called in on a mission and everyone else is too far away. So he wears those baby chest straps and carries Ryder with him everywhere. The high admiral of the navy with a giggling friendly baby strapped to his chest.
Joker would be like "watch me be the kid's favourite" then completely gets ignored by baby Ryder when he comes at them all "hey little buddy"
Baby Ryder instead crawling on the ground and going to EDI. Finding the orange visor on her eyes fun to play with. EDI is definitely smug about it until Legion finally arrives and Ryder can't resist wrestling their way to freedom and crawling to Legion instead because kids love nothing more than unprotected shiny wires they could pop their head against.
Of course, Legion is very careful and never lets them, but it is amusing how hard tiny humans try to get themselves killed. Everyone quietly agrees that Ryder is definitely Shepard's kid at that moment.
Thane would run background checks on Ryder's kindergarten teachers and everyone in the area. He is able to snuff any attempt of a crazy Shepard fan to get in contact with Ryder before Shepard or alliance intel is even aware of it. He quietly guards your kid from the shadows and makes sure no harms befalls them.
During the baby shower, he can't help but get flashbacks to the birth of his Koylat. How adorable his own child was when learning to walk and grab stuff. How he missed most of those moments, how Shepard should treasure this time with Ryder.
#☆several characters#☆fluff#☆Garrus#☆Thane#☆Shepard#☆Ryder#☆baby Ryder#☆Tali#☆Ashley#☆Wrex#☆Javik#☆EDi#☆Legion#☆Kaidan#☆Grunt#☆Anderson#☆Hackett#☆Liara#☆Miranda
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hello, one and all, to my artblr/writeblr, duskforged. my interests are massively widespread and i swear i pick up more hobbies than i care to count, so this will be my catchall art blog.
my name is hesperos wingrove, i am trans + nonbinary (they/them), and i am an artist, writer, and worldbuilder, among other things.
my preferred genre is fantasy but i sometimes dabble in historical fiction and sci-fi. i also write fanfic, draw blorbos, and try my best to not cry while learning how to code python.
i am a security guard for my day job (don't ask), and studied graphic arts at a vocational center.
my links!
more about my WIPs/projects under the cut! this includes: novels, comics, fanfics, and video games. there is quite a few of them.
For color coding: purple is considered priority within the category; red is 'stuck' or 'back burner', i enjoy the idea but am not currently working on it; green is finished (rare); blue is pre-planning/plot bunny stage/not yet posted.
NOVELS
Unto Summer Kings | wip intro | arthurian legend, fantasy, historical (ish)
Arthur lives in a lull period between greater moments in history - the fall of the Roman Empire came before he was born and the future is yet unwritten...
The Vespertine | wip intro | fantasy
Aselhi is one orphan among many on the streets of Kestramore, eking out a living as a servant in a minor household. Unlike other orphans, they're one of the vespertine, an alien people who ate through the cosmic Weft separating Moia from the other realms and setting the Causeways alight....
Lodestar | wip intro | sci-fi, speculative fiction
When Lieve was young, they used to dream of visiting Earth. Now an adult, they know that is but a wish made by a foolish child. Now, they toil on the inner asteroid belt, alongside most of their peers...
Amid Wisteria | wip intro | fantasy
Having grown up on the isolated western coast of Aeros, Arêllan ve Povunra Aelisâm is only 29 years old when their mother, the Lady Matriarch Povunra, declares they will be adopted into the esteemed Llanaere family and live in the distant capital of Maêla...
Sanctuary | wip intro | fantasy
After becoming a war hero in New Ánasezan Movement, Lady Alessámira Nasánza Solsinat is a knight who has retired from fighting. Three years have passed since the old monarchy was overthrown, and Ánaseza has finally returned to something resembling contentment and peace.
Unfortunately for Alessa, darkness still lurks underneath the veneer of this new nation...
COMICS
These Absent Gods (title WIP) | fantasy
Malachi was built for war - all war demons are. But they certainly weren't built for cleaving to a pact, much less one written by an idiot and enforced by the blood of an innocent. But here's what that idiot doesn't know: the one who bleeds is the one who owns the pact.
Albae is just unfortunate enough to be that sacrifice.
Cracked Prophecy (title WIP) | fantasy
It was an accident, honestly! Grand Duke Hektor was supposed to be unkillable by any man, and here's Corbin, ruining the prophecy in that final battle. Now he has the enraged chosen one, Nirsaa, on his tail, and as he is lifted to new heights within their society, he realizes something about himself that no one saw coming. (or did they?)
FANFICTION
The Hanged Man | Naruto | SI/OC-insert as Hatake Sakumo
Waking up in the body of a man the day before he's supposed to die isn't the greatest thing. Especially when I know what's going to happen to his son.
The Ever-Growing Gloaming | Baldur's Gate 3 | SI/OC-insert
It all started when Vespere tripped inelegantly through the fabric between realities directly into an illithid's vessel as it split the Planes into Baldur's Gate. On one hand, they're lucky enough to survive the experience. On the other… they have a tadpole in their head, a dream visitor they don't trust, and have somehow ended up being the face of a party of absolute fucking weirdos.
Oh, and what's worse, they don't even know how to get home from here. Joy.
hope is a weapon / hope is a skill | Star Wars | SI/OC-insert, outsider POV
With the addition of the small planet of Edhen to the Republic, Senator Bryn Laverne is a new player on the field. The Clone Wars have just begun, and no one is quite sure what to make of it. Except the new senator, of course.
the stars that listen | Star Wars | AU, crack-y
Tiring of the Order's treatment of his padawan, Obi-Wan takes Anakin back to Tattooine with every intention of freeing first Shmi, and then the planet as a whole. This snowballs into a desire to free the entire galaxy from slavery and other systemic woes.
Obi-Wan just didn't anticipate all but stealing half the Jedi Order doing it.
Winter Wakes The Wolves | Game of Thrones | OC-insert (sorta), crack-y
They don't know how they ended up here, but each one of them knows what will happen at Harrenhal. They're desperate to change the timeline, and clearly the best way to do that... is to bring an industrial revolution to the North.
(Four random people get inserted into the bodies of Brandon, Eddard, Lyanna, and Benjen Stark a month before Eddard goes to foster at the Eyrie.)
Inspired by Red Pill, Blue Pill (Falling Into Wonderland) by writing_as_tracey
Trickling | MCU/Thor | time-travel, genderbending
Loki dies on the Statesman and awakes in their childhood bedroom on Asgard, centuries before the Avengers would be born. Alas, this timeline is one step to the left, and they're left in the body of a little girl - not a little boy.
Inspired by the Song of the Yggdrasill by Valerie_Vancollie.
(more TBD)
GAMES
WORDLORE | fantasy/ISEKAI?
You don't know how you ended up here, but you do know that wherever this is, it isn't Earth. You suppose you're lucky you haven't died of some sort of alien disease or exploded into hives from an allergic reaction. But now you have a new cellmate, and they seem hellbent on teaching you a language you've no context for...
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I feel like you know the temple guard the most. I want to make a temple guard oc but shes not an actual jedi or temple guard. Instead she is just some vagabond who decides to chill out and lazy about in the jedi temple. The guards only tolerate her cuz she is not an actual threat to the temple or jedi and even occasionally cooks for the jedi. She owns a sword based on a miaodao that is made of a light sabers proof metal. Would such a character be realistic or would the temple guard not tolerate her?
You want to make a Jedi temple guard OC who… isn’t a guard or a Jedi? I apologize but that seems… counterproductive? Is that the word? Either way, I somewhat understand but also largely don’t so here’s my general answer to you question:
To be perfectly blunt, I don’t think the Temple Guard would even tolerate her. She’d be escorted or kicked out immediately.
So canonically the Temple itself isn’t even open to senators that often if at all, let alone citizens or armed figures (bounty hunters, mercenaries, etc.). The Temple is as much of a HOUSE as it is a religious building, the Jedi aren’t gonna let strangers and armed non-Jedi just waltz in where their sick, injured, elderly, and defenseless also are. So pretty much, the only people really allowed into it were the Jedi— we don’t even see Clones in the Temple
In fact, only place we see anyone who isn’t a Jedi in the Temple is the Hangar where there were workers employed by the Jedi. Something that I’m still not 100% sure is necessary but like Filoni needed a plot point I guess. And even then there was hints a excessive screening and tests and a lot of painstakingly complicated processes.
Do you have any idea what someone has to go through to work in the Jedi Temple, hm? Jackar dedicated his life to serving the Jedi. It had been his dream. Not just anyone can walk into your precious Temple. He passed all the entry tests that were needed. [TCW 05x17]
Anyways, since you said she wasn’t a Jedi, no, the Guard wouldn’t tolerate her at all.
But even if she was a Jedi, she wouldn’t be allowed to join the Temple Guard but not be a Jedi Temple Guard. The general security branch? Maybe. The Temple Guard? Not at all.
The Guard is canonically one of the most closed off sects— to join is to loose identity and enter a higher calling beyond your name rank and title. You serve the Order and Temple, and nothing else.
On top of that, if a random, non Jedi decided to show up and attempt to take their job of Guarding the temple, they would be hella peeved— a job that the Guard have dedicated their lives to and to the point of throwing away their names.
So to be perfectly blunt: No the Jedi Temple Guard would not tolerate her at all.
Is the character realistic? Ehhh that’s for you to decide, it’s fucking Star Wars, nothing matters and everyone is gay. But strictly speaking by canon and legends and source materials? she would not be allowed on the premises without explicit permission from the Jedi Order itself— Let alone armed.
#there’s a whole lot of other stuff but since this is case specific I think this is what would happen#ALSO LAST TIME THEY HAD NON JEDI IN THEIR TEMPLE THEY GOT ROBBED (Cad) AND BLOWN UP (Temple bombing)#the temple guard don’t play around. they take their jobs seriously#the jedi temple guard#jedi temple guard#OK to rb if you want lmao#penguinkiwi answers stuff#mysteriouslypleasentcat tag
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Urban Legend
Jaipur India, Late Evening
“I have their arms!” shouted Nelen as he held a struggling figure as hard as he could in a Full Nelson.
“Don’t let go! They’re ready to kill this time!” shouted Simoni as she stood infront of them, her arms outstretched as wind swirled around her hands.
“LEMME GO NELEN! I’M GONNA ROAST THIS ONE! HE’S GONNA BE CHARCOAL WHEN I’M DONE WITH HIM!” roared his captive, already in her vanara form.
Arja was NOT a happy girl, the letters had been amusing and maybe a bit flattering at first (some of them were genuine fan mail and even letters of thanks for saving Sri Lanka from Ravana and Indrajit) but those ones had died off quickly and now it was all creepers all the way down… and unfortunately when you have a father in politics you also have an easily Google-able address.
Several of Rajesh’s security team had a man on the ground, his arms behind him. He was dressed in nondescript clothes and had a head of shaggy wild hair that suggested he hadn’t washed in a while, and a high-powered camera. “ARJA I LOVE YOU!” he cried out, “C’mon baby! Show me those monkey tits!”
Arja shrieked in fury as flames flickered around her fangs, Nelen snarling at the man, “SHUT UP YOU FUCKING NUTJOB! ARE YOU TRYING TO PISS HER OFF?!”
One of the security men walked over to Nelen, making sure to keep away from Arja’s front, with the intruder’s wallet. “His ID says he’s from… somewhere called Dubois?” he tried. The man could speak and read English fairly well, but he’d never been outside of India before.
“Whats the two letters after it?” asked Nelen as he held the struggling vanara as tightly as he could, using all his inborn Fullmoon muscle to keep her from breaking free.
“… um… It says ‘ID.’” nodded the guard.
Nelen sighed, “Idaho. Where the hell does a skeevy little fuck from Idaho even get the money for international plane tickets!?” he growled, then looked up at the sound of sirens. “Oh thank gods. Get him outta here!”
Two cops emerged from the cruiser as it pulled to a stop and between them and Rajesh’s men they dragged the intruder to his feet and towards the back of the car. “C’mon Arja! Lemme at least get a picture of those freaky monkey feet! Imagine all the likes!” he called out.
Arja roared and took a deep breath as Nelen grimaced, “SIMONI!” he shouted.
“ON IT!” she cried and as soon as the vanara exhaled she summoned a wall of wind infront of her. A gout of flames erupted from Arja’s mouth into it, shooting up into the sky and away from the crowd.
The cops and guards swore, a couple falling back in shock, but the rest managed to shove Arja’s stalker into the backseat and close the door with a loud click from its lock. “Go! Go!” shouted the cop to his partner as they dove into the front and sped off away from the house.
Nelen sighed, then shook her a bit. “Arja! ARJA! He’s gone! He’s going to lock up, and then they’re going to deport him BACK to America and blacklist his passport! Turn off the damn barbecue!”
The flames slowly died down and Nelen released the vanara girl, Arja’s chest still heaving as she slowly took a deep breath, then her golden fur receded and her tail shrank and soon a teenaged Indian girl with short hair wearing a Soccer jersey and baggy jean shorts was standing there. “Dammit Nelen…” she growled, “Just let me burn ONE of them…”
He sighed, “I get it Arja. Believe me, if I had my way I’d be helping you instead of holding you back… but unless they try to physically attack you then it’s still considered murder.” he nodded walking over to where the guards had him pinned. The struggle had been intense, he was a wiry guy and had kicked and fought before they’d pinned him. Nelen knelt and scooped around in the dirt, then stood up holding a small white object, “Hey guys? Anyone missing a tooth?” he called out.
All the nearby guards shook their heads and made comments such as ‘nope,’ and ‘I’m fine here.’
Nelen grinned, and it was not a nice grin, “Arja he’s at least going to get a parting gift, I can promise that.” he nodded. There were laws for what was considered ‘self-defense,’ but while magic was now known to be real the governments of the world were still just as slow and bureaucratic as ever, so no laws existed to regulate it yet. Nelen was worried as to what could happen when that eventuality came, but right now it meant that he could send out a rather nasty curse to their peeping tom.
Simoni looked back at him, the garuda girl wearing a green tube top and a loose black skirt at the moment. “Make it a painful one. I’m getting really fed up with this too you know.” she nodded, walking over to Arja and putting an arm around her. “I’m in every single picture with her and yet NOBODY gets it through their heads that we’re a couple!”
Arja glanced at her, “Except for that one who said he could ‘cure’ me.” she pointed out.
Simoni’s eye twitched, “Been trying to forget that one.” she sighed in an annoyed way.
Arja grinned at her, “Yeah, because Nelen had to grab YOU that time so you wouldn’t send him flying all the way to the Himalayas.”
Simoni grinned back, “Yeah, yeah… well, I had to hear enough of that crap back when I still lived in America.”
Then the trio looked up at the sound of a small thunderclap, a familiar feline form appearing before them.
“Aw maaaaaaaaan!” yowled Dawn, “I missed one! What was it this time? Crazy camera guy? Panty raid? Did he bring an electric razor and keep talking about being ‘naaaaaaaaaaaughty?’” she grinned widely.
Nelen sighed, “Dawn, read the damn room.”
“Never.” she smirked, “Need to give you an update anyways big guy. I got them to Dusty and we saw some shit…”
A bit later they were all down in the rec room as Dawn recounted the story of their visit to Nelen’s hedge mage friend.
“… and yeah. There is a new prince, but he’s apparently just a figurehead. Probably doesn’t know he is given how up his own ass he was in the vision. We heard that there’s about… four guys supporting him. We saw two of ‘em, someone calling himself Astaroth and another named Thomas, but that’s it. They mentioned someone named ‘Walter,’ but the big thing is that they were talking about The Mill Creek Monster.” she nodded.
Nelen had been seated on the couch with a can of soda, Arja and Simoni sitting infront of the TV playing Mario Kart, but all three of them looked up at the mention of a monster.
“… wait, the Mill Creek Monster? I remember those old stories… are you telling me that thing is a vampire?” he asked.
Dawn shrugged, “They didn’t say it specifically, but that Astaroth guy said something about him being a mortal once so, probably yeah. I think he’s probably one of the twisty ones.” she nodded.
Nelen frowned, scratching at his beard, “That would explain the urban legend. Most of the stories describe him as being pretty horrifying, so it’d make sense if he couldn’t pass as human.” he sighed, “Well… might not be a bad idea to get out of the country for a bit given all this idiocy… you guys wanna…” he began but Arja cut him off.
“No way.” she nodded firmly.
The others looked at her, “Wait what?” asked Nelen, “You… don’t want to go help out against a bunch of renegade vampires?”
Arja shook her head, “This is back in Kentucky right? We were just there for Christmas with your parents a bit ago and I almost froze to death. No way.” she said firmly.
Simoni chuckled nervously, “I mean… Arja has a point. Our powers don’t really work so great in cold weather and Stephy told us about how he got things set up so that Cincinnati is having a real winter for once instead of just a couple days of snow.” she pointed out. “I wanna help Stephy, but if its that cold then we won’t really be much help.”
Nelen sighed, leaning back in the couch. He had to admit she was right. Even ignoring that they were definitely more acclimated to the tropical climates of India, Arja was a fire user and Simoni had to fly to fight effectively, both were exceedingly difficult during cold weather. “Then I sure as hells can’t leave. I need to be on hand for the next freak who tries to sneak in here.”
“What about Drusilla?” suggested Simoni, “I mean she could probably just pulp those guys.”
“Nope… we need her here on mom duty.” he nodded. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help with the child rearing, but as it turned out cyclopti children matured faster than humans. Scylla was already on par with a preschooler in terms of size, and strength-wise on par with a human teenager who hit the gym a lot. Even Nelen had a hard time handling her.
“Yeah… I saw what was left of her bed after the tantrum she threw when you had to tell her she couldn’t have any more cookies…” giggled Simoni a bit nervously. “I mean… she’s a cute niece but… um… yikes…” she nodded.
“Exactly.” he frowned, “We’d have to drop her off in Sicily first so her grandmother could watch her, and Drusilla said she doesn’t want to do that. Apparently its considered a bad thing if a cyclops can’t handle their own kids.”
“Guys guys… we’re ignoring the obvious choice here.” grinned Dawn as the others looked at her. “They’re having a vampire problem right? Send in the experts!”
Nelen thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers, “Oh shit, yeah.”
Cincinnati Ohio, early evening
In a small room in back of one of the local nightclubs, a discussion was taking place. It was a pokey room, mostly used for storage, but also for things that… well… had to be covered up. There was a trapdoor hidden in the floor, leading straight into a hidden and walled off part of the Cincinnati Sewer System. A veritable oubliette, where leftovers were sent down… sometimes before they were all the way dead.
Standing in the room was Astaroth, the older vampire wearing a black shirt with a blood red silk tie, along with red and black pinstripe pants held up by red suspenders and shiny black dress shoes, his pendant hanging openly over his tie. He could never dress like this until recently, but now he was just seen as an eccentric with his own style rather than a cause for concern. Gods bless the hipster movement.
He paced infront of a chair, the vampire’s brow wrinkled as he listened to the story that the occupant of it told him.
“So, you’re telling me that one of them froze you solid, another summoned some sort of… ‘cowboy knife guy’ who killed your allies, and then when you caught up with them and the others they vanished through a door that shouldn’t have been there, and suddenly wasn’t?” he asked.
Seated in the chair was a rather strong looking man, muscular and wearing a tank top and baggy jeans. “Yeah… the door looked like it was made of silver, and it had some sort of animal’s face on it.” he nodded.
Astaroth paused, glancing at him. “… silver with an animal’s face… what kind of animal?” he asked.
“I… I don’t fuckin’ know, I didn’t get a good look.” stammered the vampire.
Astaroth walked closer, leaning in as his eyes seemed to glow red. “Listen to me young man, this could be very important. Think hard now. What sort of animal was it?”
The vampire leaned back, feeling a sudden tightness in his veins as the elder got close. “I… er… um… some kinda… dog maybe? Something like that.”
“A wolf perhaps?” he asked.
The vampire’s eyes darted left and right, then he nodded, “Y-yeah sure, could’ve been. Wolf, coyote, something like them.”
Astaroth straightened up, then scowled, “The Wulfshead Club… they have ties to the Wulfshead. That is bad…” he nodded, turning away and stalking towards the wall.
Thomas was standing nearby, the younger vampire wearing a more nondescript white shirt and suit pants, along with his own black leather shoes. “Whats that?” he asked.
Astaroth shook his head, “We don’t often deal with it, most undead don’t bother. After all, the clientele is very much able to take care of themselves so they make poor prey… but it’s a sort of travelling bar for all sorts of troublesome sorts…” he sighed, then glanced between them, “… hunters, mostly.”
Thomas hissed through his teeth, “Fuckin’ hunters? That’s bad… and the bar… travels?” he asked.
Astaroth nodded, “Indeed Thomas. The door can appear in any major city in the world if one knows the correct passphrase and is on the approved list, the bar itself likely exists in a pocket dimension of sorts. If those three spread word of what we’re getting up to things could go very badly for us… Cincinnati could become flooded with all sorts of would-be Van Helsings.”
Thomas frowned, “Yeah, we ain’t ready for that yet. Too many of the other elders would just stand back and watch, then decide on a new prince once they’re done dealing with our guy.” he glanced at the neonate in the chair, “So what the fuck do we do?” he asked.
Astaroth nodded, “The fact that we’re not dealing with a sudden mob of supernatural misfits with stakes and garlic suggests they haven’t spread word yet… so there may still be a chance to silence them.” he looked to the chair’s occupant. “I’m going to go write a letter, and when I’m done I need you to deliver it to a certain address near Mill Creek…” he grinned, then paused and added, "... though, you may need to read it to him."
The vampire in the chair went rigid, “Mill Creek?! Wait, you’re not talking about…”
Astaroth grinned, his fangs shining in the light, “He wants to indulge his bloodlust, we’re just suggesting where he can aim it.”
A Hidden Apartment in Covington
Prince Samuel stretched out on his rather luxurious four-poster bed, flipping through a novel he picked up at a local bookseller the day before. It was supposed to be about faeries living in the modern era, but it was more infuriating than anything.
“Wrong… all wrong… you think you can do that after making a promise? The Wyrd would strip the skin from your back as repayment…” he snorted, lounging in bed in a pair of blue pajamas made from some sort of silk-like material, one arm resting under his head as he flipped through the pages. “… and that. Ugh, that won’t work unless you speak in rhyme! We call it ‘dramaturgy’ for a reason!”
He looked up suddenly, feeling a strange sensation from the door, then heard a frantic knocking. He put the book down and quickly got out of bed, then went to the door, picking up his rapier as he passed by an umbrella stand, before opening it and stepping back with a look of shock.
A goblin was there, barely able to stand. It was a rather bestial one, with a face like a white fox and long clawed hands, dressed like a Victorian era highwayman, but it was badly injured! One of its arms was bent wrong, and its face was slashed open as if by some sort of claws, its blood staining it’s otherwise pristine fur. “M-message for you m’lord…” it coughed, collapsing over the threshold.
“Grabkins! A restorative, quickly!” he called out, pulling the goblin inside, looking out the door, then slamming it shut.
His house goblin jogged over, carrying a bottle of some crimson liquid which he unstoppered, then poured into the foxlike creature’s mouth as Sammi held its head steady. The goblin highwayman coughed, then sat up as its bones began to snap back into their correct shape, the gashes on its face closing, leaving only the bloodstains to show they were there before.
“Reynard. Talk to me, what happened? I sent you to guard my brother and his paramour!” demanded the prince.
The fox goblin sat up, shaking itself. “I was on outer guard duty with Leafrose, doing a quick patrol same as always, and the manhole cover near us suddenly crashed open and this… thing… came out of it. It tore me up, then Leafrose tackled it and told me to get word to you…” nodded Reynard.
“I see… Leafrose?” he asked, looking questioningly at the goblin.
Reynard shook his head, “He did his duty m’lord.”
“Blast… he was a good scout.” he nodded, standing up and walking to his wardrobe, then beginning to change into a leather tunic and trousers. “Grabkins, see to Reynard’s remaining injuries. My other goblins should be able to at least slow this thing down I should hope. I’m going to my brother.”
Sammi buckled a sword-belt around his waist and sheathed his rapier, his magic hiding it from mortal eyes as he stepped into a pair of tall boots, then walked out into the snow and closed the door, looking off in the direction of the Smith residence. “Oak and ash… dear sibling you had best be ready…”
Across the City
Stephy was not ready.
The changeling princess had been in bed when he sensed it and barely had time to throw on something that wasn’t a nightdress before he heard the sounds of battle outside! Tex and Tara immediately emerged from their rooms as they heard raised voices and fighting coming from the yard, the trio rushing downstairs as Stephy opened the door to find a scene out of some bizarre monster movie!
Several goblins were fighting some sort of huge shadowy figure in the yard. The goblins features were a mishmash of animal and humanoid shapes, but their foe was shrouded in darkness… unnaturally so as the nearby streetlamp should have illuminated him, but it wasn’t!
“Stop the beast! For the Icebound Heart!” croaked a froglike goblin as it leapt into the air, shooting well above the shadowy figure before aiming downwards with it’s lance. Two red glows in the shadows looked up and a clawed hand slashed out, sending the goblin flying with a loud cry of pain to land in a pile in the street.
Another goblin, this one with a human-like face except for its massive bat-like ears and pointed chin rushed forward with a spiked club, aiming for the monster’s legs, but it too met the fate of its ally as the creature batted it away. Whatever they were fighting was very strong, at least on par with someone like Drusilla!
Tara swore at the sight, “Kids, try to keep it busy! I got Loren’s number, I’ll see if I can get her out here!” she nodded as she ducked back upstairs for her phone. She didn’t like sending them out to do battle with that thing, but while Tex was at least able to fight using the Very Useful Deck the most she could do would be shoot it with an ordinary gun.
Stephy nodded to Tex, then ran outside and spread his arms as feathers erupted along them, his jog turning into a hop as his legs snapped back into bird-like talons. He let out a cry to summon a gust of wintery air which caught under him and lifted him up. Simoni had trouble flying in wintertime, but Simoni wasn’t the adoptive child of a fae queen of ice!
Tex shuffled the deck quickly and drew a hand, and in a flash of glamour he was holding a double-barreled shotgun that seemed to radiate with bloodlust. He aimed the gun, then fired off a round of buckshot at the monster, but it seemed to pass through the mass of shadows that hid it. “Shit! Darlin’ watch out! Those shadows are hidin’ where its body is! I missed!”
Stephy nodded, then flapped his wings and let out a loud birdlike cry as a blast of frost and wind blew downwards, the remaining goblins falling back as the Princess of Everfalling Snow began their assault. The shadowy monster stumbled a bit but kept pushing forwards regardless.
“Hmmm… Astaroth wasn’t kidding… They found a fun one for ol’ Clarence…” chuckled the shadows. “Can’t reach the pretty bird… but…” the glowing red eyes turned towards Tex… “You can’t fly.” it laughed, then suddenly surged forward!
Tex swore, leveling the gun again and firing, but the shadows leapt to the right, then right back infront of him as a claw was raised. He froze, the gun vanishing. Double barrel meant two shots, and when the guns the deck conjured ran out of ammo they vanished!
“LOOK OUT!” came a cry as a hand grabbed Tex’s shoulder and the ground under him froze, the boy flailing as he was suddenly dragged off the porch and into the snow, the ice acting as a ramp to speed his escape as the claw bit only empty air. Sammi had him by the shoulder, his rapier already drawn as he stared down the shadowy creature. “What on Earth is that thing?!” he demanded.
Tex let out a sigh of relief, “I dunno Sam! Aren’t ya’ll th’ expert?!” he asked as he quickly shuffled the deck anew and a cavalry saber that crackled with lightning appeared in his grip.
“On matters of Arcadia yes, but that is not one of ours! I sense no glamour coming from it!” he nodded.
The two boys raised their swords as Stephy swooped lower, preparing another blast of ice and snow… but the shadowy mass just laughed.
“Hmm… that smell… Clarence knows that smell… ain’t smelled it in a while. Faeries?” it asked, “Been so long since Clarence got to have faerie blood… Astaroth gave me a good one!” it cackled, then surged forwards again...
… and as it did the shadows under Sammi and Tex suddenly surged outwards and formed a solid wall! The monster, moving too fast now, couldn’t stop in time and slammed right into it! “AUGH!” it roared in pain as they heard a loud crunch from the impact.
Suddenly the shadows under the porch of their house shot out as well and formed into a series of spear-like protrusions, aiming towards the mass. It hissed in fury and leapt back, the attack landing in the snow.
“It would seem that we have arrived just in time…” came a voice with a deep European accent. Romanian specifically.
Standing there in the snow, dressed in her usual Victorian finery and long cape, was the child-sized vampire Natasha Kernovich. She wore a deep red silken top and a long black skirt with heeled boots, a confident smirk on her face. Next to her was Nicu Luminita, the vampire boy in jeans and a teeshirt with sneakers on his feet as he stared at the huge shadowy creature. Growling in fury before them was the huge form of the werewolf Lupe, already transformed and glaring at their attacker.
The shadow creature hissed, “A vampire? Must be from out of town… nobody would protect these snacks now. New Boss would kill ‘em…”
The group looked at the shadows, then Natasha nodded, “I thought as much. Nelen appraised me of the situation before I left for America. You would be this ‘Mill Creek Monster,’ yes?”
The creature laughed, then suddenly the shadows around it faded as everyone but Natasha and Lupe cried out, the werewolf only barking in anger.
Clarence the Rat, the Mill Creek Monster, stood revealed… and it was clear where his name came from. A twisted and deformed head with all but four teeth missing, the two front ones on the upper and lower jaws, jutting out almost three inches each and razor sharp with wicked claws where fingernails should be. It was almost totally bald with baggy skin and patch-like hair, and its eyes were beady and jet black. It looked like nothing more than a massive nearly-bald rodent in the shape of a man!
The Mill Creek Monster snarled and surged towards his targets as Natasha pointed a finger out and commanded, “Kill!”
A loud howl came from her companion before she raced forwards on all fours to meet the monster head on! “LUPE HUNT!” snarled the werewolf as she slammed home into him, slashing with her claws as the monster did likewise, the others falling back as Stephy landed.
“Natasha, thank gods…” he whispered as he got close to their undead ally.
She nodded to him, “Nelen could not come, but he would not forsake you… and if one of our little family is able to assist in matters vampiric… well…” she smirked, showing a hint of fang as she did.
Stephy nodded back, “Yeah, yeah good thinking.”
“He could have warned us a bit more about what that thing might’ve been though…” said Nicu, staring at the display as Lupe and the monster fought, the werewolf’s power a good match for the monstrous creature.
“Mm… a rarer breed of vampyr, but not unheard of in major cities. They use the power of blood to make shadows to hide their inhumanity, then strike from them to feed… and they can be quite powerful.” she nodded, striding forward as Lupe slammed into Clarence’s bulk.
“LUPE! HEEL!” she commanded as she gestured, her eyes glowing red, and the shadow underneath the Mill Creek Monster suddenly spiked upwards into him, the vampiric creature roaring in pain as he was impaled upon his own shadow!
She nodded then looked up at him. “Look at me monster. You may be ancient in the Americas, but I was turned before the colonies existed. I am likely far older and more powerful than you… and I have questions for you.” she nodded, narrowing her eyes menacingly.
Clarence snarled… then grinned and suddenly disappeared entirely. Natasha stepped back as she heard his hissing laughter all around them.
“You got powerful friends snacks…” he taunted, the shadowy trap vanishing. It used his shadow, but if he was invisible then he didn’t HAVE one to use! “Astaroth didn’t warn me about them… maybe he didn’t know… but ol’ Clarence ain’t leaving without some sort of prize…”
Then Stephy looked down and saw footprints appearing in the snow… “HE’S COMING!” he warned, preparing to send out a blast of frost, but the monster was faster!
Clarence appeared before him and slammed his fist into the changeling’s midsection, Stephy’s eyes bulging as the wind was knocked out of him! The Mill Creek Monster snatched him around the waist and slashed at the others with his claws as they tried to stop him.
“HE’S GOT STEPHY!” shouted Tex, running forward with his sword as Sammi joined him, his rapier at the ready… but Clarence just sneered as his eyes glowed crimson, and both he and Stephy vanished! A moment later the manhole cover in the middle of the street flew out of it’s hole… and they heard faint splashing sounds as something disappeared into the tunnels.
“Oh bugger and blast…” swore Sammi as he sheathed his rapier, glaring at the sewer entrance.
“That’s all ya got to say Sam?!” demanded Tex, pointing towards it with his own saber, “We gotta go after him now!”
Natasha shook her head, “We cannot. His kind will know the sewers of a city better than any, and they will not be found.”
Lupe whined at them, shifting back into her more animalistic form. Her werewolf form was better for fighting, but she preferred four legs to two. Natasha stroked the werewolf’s head, “John, bring us something of Stephy’s. My darling will be able to track their scent. This creature makes its lair in the city nearby, yes? If anyone can find our friend, it is Lupe.”
The unspoken thought they were all having however was the same… would they find Stephy in time?
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Mandala Volume I Hardworlder | Book 1 - The Office Job Chapter 4: Death Threats
Did you put ketamine in the Coffee-Mate™?
The office park, four glass buildings brushed with sad oaks and box hedges, waited for him like jail time. There was nothing around but the same old paved over prairie land stacked with strip malls, chain restaurants, parking lots, clustered office buildings, and upper-middle-class housing units cranked out like thirty caliber rounds. The land was as smooth as if it had been created the same moment as the highway and the sky slid across it all without resistance. It made him miss the beaches of Thailand and the clubs of Ibiza. This kind of America felt like quicksand.
Paul had stopped by a liquor store on the way and poured a quarter of the whiskey into a coke with a few sips missing. He shoved the bottle into his shoulder bag and walked towards the tallest building. An armed guard watched him from outside the front door. They had beefed up security after some guy came in with a gun. He had waved it around in the lobby crying about something, then drove home and shot a few cars on the highway. He was watching porn in his living room when the cops broke down the door. Everyone at work was cracking jokes about it for a month until they sent out that email. "Can you blame him?" "A living legend." "I got one of his signed qualities. Think I'm gonna frame it."
Paul felt he was being watched and looked around. His Uber passed a black Mercedes SUV parked near the edge of the lot. The driver had that ex-military or current cop look to him. He glanced at Paul and then back down at his lap.
"Oh, what the fuck is this?" Paul muttered. After he was wanded, he saw another cop-looking guy in the lobby who made eye contact over a magazine. Paul looked away and got in the elevator.
"I'll just go in my office, tell them to fuck off and come back with a warrant. Then when they're gone, I'll get lost." The elevator climbed. Did they need a warrant to search his office? Had one of the workers called in a tip or something? Was there even anything in his office? Stupid! Probably just some corporate guys. The reports must have finally set off alarms higher up. Whatever. He could get another job.
He stepped out of the elevator and saw his senior manager, Todd, standing between the reception area and the call center floor with a man he had never seen. The man was shorter than Todd but filled out his suit like the god damned terminator. He looked like something out of an old mob movie. Short slick hair, sharp brown eyes, charcoal suit, and a striped wallpaper tie. Paul turned to go around the edge of the cubicles toward his office in the back, hoping they hadn't seen him.
"Paul," Todd called. Shit. Paul looked around for a bit like no one would ever have a reason to call his name before making eye contact and walking over.
"Hey, did you call the attendance line?" Todd asked.
"Uh, no, I had kind of a rough morning."
"Ok, no problem. I'll take care of it. This is Robert. Mind if we go talk in your office?"
Paul shook Robert's hand awkwardly, then led them both across the floor. He glanced around and saw Jeremy, his manager, watching like they were taking Paul to be executed and he was next. Paul glared but couldn't really blame him. This didn't seem like something three grand a month could take care of.
They all went into his office. Robert sat like the terminator too.
"Ok, Robert's with NFG." Paul almost ran right then. Nations First Guard was the security company brought on after the incident. They had good relations with law enforcement and hired a bunch of veterans. They were also the only reason Paul had been thinking of changing locations. Should have known this setup was too good to last.
"Sir, I'll cut right to it. We've received some threats against your person, which we have reason to believe could be legitimate."
"What? Like from the employees? What kind of threats?"
"Some kind of retaliation. Can you think of anyone that would feel like you wronged them in some way?"
"No. I'm just a supervisor. I've never even fired anyone," Paul said. Todd shifted in his seat.
"Well, we're going to be keeping an eye out,” Robert said. “I'm going to leave you my info and if you think of anything, or if anyone tries to contact you, just let me know." He got up, handed out cards, shook hands, everyone said goodbye, and he was gone. Todd turned to Paul with his hands up like he expected a freak out.
"Now before you get all excited, Robert told me they think it might be just some guy off his meds. Maybe related to that other guy. I think he said something about an incel website."
"Who the fuck called NFG?" Paul had forgotten himself out of panic, but Todd ignored it.
"I don't know, Paul, now just calm down. I don't think anyone called them, but this is serious. They said they might have to escalate the case to the cops."
Paul clenched his teeth together.
The case. Fuck me, I'm in a god damned file somewhere now. Notes being added. My picture in the corner. This Paul character, I wanna know everything about him.
"So, what? Am I just supposed to stay here for the rest of the day, waiting to get blown up or shot?"
"No, Christ Paul! Nothing like that is going to happen. They're all over the place and this guy is probably just some nut. They did say they would prefer it if you stayed in the building.”
“So I’m just supposed to sit here waiting to die!"
"No one's gonna die, Paul! They said it's just emails right now. Probably some kid in a basement in another state."
"How am I supposed to work like this? I can't leave?"
"They said they'd prefer if you didn't. Look, there's no reason to panic. Just sit and watch some videos or something."
"What?!"
"Well, I don't expect you to do any metrics or one-on-ones given the circumstances. But I did tell Robert I could get you to stay the rest of the day. It didn't look good for me when you came in late, I'll say that!" Todd had his hands on his hips and was red in the face. Paul wished he was in the mood to laugh.
"All right. Fuck!"
Todd wiped the sweat off his forehead and left. Paul heard him murmuring to some people outside in a reassuring tone.
He sat down and took out his phone. How was he going to get out of here?
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Apollo Theater Incident: Drake's Concert Temporarily Halted After Fan Fall!
Recently, a concert by Drake at the Apollo Theater in Harlem, New York was interrupted when a fan fell from the mezzanine balcony into the crowd below. The concert, which was the second of two intimate shows sponsored by SiriusXM, was being attended by Insider.
Approximately an hour and a half into the performance, Drake welcomed his collaborator 21 Savage to the stage for a series of duets. However, before the duo could begin, a man fell from the second floor into the middle of the orchestra pit.
A crew member immediately rushed forward and spoke to the rappers, who then left the stage. Drake reassured the audience by saying, "Just gotta make sure somebody's OK."
As a result of the incident, the venue's lights were turned on and security guards could be seen running through the crowd toward the spot where the man had landed. The fall also dislodged a light fixture, which was subsequently removed. Cords hanging over the side of the balcony were also secured by a crew member.
After approximately 15 minutes, the venue announced that no one had been injured by the incident. A man said over the loudspeaker, "Everybody is absolutely OK. They are being checked on. Nobody's hurt. But I got even better news for you: We're at the Apollo so the show must go on."
Following the announcement, Drake and 21 Savage returned to the stage to perform songs from their 2022 joint album, "Her Loss." Drake acknowledged the incident by saying, "Let's just make some noise that everybody's OK," and added, "I feel like they had to wait like 10 minutes, we should go up a little more."
Before his final song, "Legend," Drake also thanked his fans for their high energy throughout the night. He said, "This crowd is an absolute 10 out of 10. I'm so happy with tonight. We apologize for the delays and all that shit, but thank you," calling it "an evening of gratitude."
Drake also shared his personal experience of performing at the Apollo Theater, saying "I used to come up here and my heart used to beat out of my chest. I used to be the side of the stage hoping some bad shit would happen like a fucking fire alarm would go off," he continued. "I used to dread performing 'cause I just never really understood how it was just like, me on one side and all of you on the other side."
However, he added that "But it's nights like these that let me know I have the greatest job in the world and I feel like you, again, give me the confidence to know after all these years, after all the nos that we've heard, after all the doors that slammed in our face, it's this exact group right here that lets me know that I'm exactly where I need to fucking be," he concluded.
Representatives for SiriusXM and Apollo Theater did not immediately respond to Insider's request for comment.
In conclusion, the concert was halted temporarily due to an unfortunate incident where a fan fell from the mezzanine balcony into the crowd below. The venue made sure that everyone was safe and the concert resumed after 15 minutes.
Drake also took time to thank his fans for their high energy throughout the night and shared his personal experience of performing at the Apollo Theater.
Conclusion
the concert by Drake at the Apollo Theater was halted briefly when a fan fell from the mezzanine balcony into the crowd below. The venue ensured that no one was injured and the concert resumed after 15 minutes.
Drake took time to thank his fans for their support and shared his personal experience of performing at the Apollo Theater, calling it the greatest job in the world.
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Apollo Theater Incident: Drake's Concert Temporarily Halted After Fan Fall!
Recently, a concert by Drake at the Apollo Theater in Harlem, New York was interrupted when a fan fell from the mezzanine balcony into the crowd below. The concert, which was the second of two intimate shows sponsored by SiriusXM, was being attended by Insider.
Approximately an hour and a half into the performance, Drake welcomed his collaborator 21 Savage to the stage for a series of duets. However, before the duo could begin, a man fell from the second floor into the middle of the orchestra pit.
A crew member immediately rushed forward and spoke to the rappers, who then left the stage. Drake reassured the audience by saying, "Just gotta make sure somebody's OK."
As a result of the incident, the venue's lights were turned on and security guards could be seen running through the crowd toward the spot where the man had landed. The fall also dislodged a light fixture, which was subsequently removed. Cords hanging over the side of the balcony were also secured by a crew member.
After approximately 15 minutes, the venue announced that no one had been injured by the incident. A man said over the loudspeaker, "Everybody is absolutely OK. They are being checked on. Nobody's hurt. But I got even better news for you: We're at the Apollo so the show must go on."
Following the announcement, Drake and 21 Savage returned to the stage to perform songs from their 2022 joint album, "Her Loss." Drake acknowledged the incident by saying, "Let's just make some noise that everybody's OK," and added, "I feel like they had to wait like 10 minutes, we should go up a little more."
Before his final song, "Legend," Drake also thanked his fans for their high energy throughout the night. He said, "This crowd is an absolute 10 out of 10. I'm so happy with tonight. We apologize for the delays and all that shit, but thank you," calling it "an evening of gratitude."
Drake also shared his personal experience of performing at the Apollo Theater, saying "I used to come up here and my heart used to beat out of my chest. I used to be the side of the stage hoping some bad shit would happen like a fucking fire alarm would go off," he continued. "I used to dread performing 'cause I just never really understood how it was just like, me on one side and all of you on the other side."
However, he added that "But it's nights like these that let me know I have the greatest job in the world and I feel like you, again, give me the confidence to know after all these years, after all the nos that we've heard, after all the doors that slammed in our face, it's this exact group right here that lets me know that I'm exactly where I need to fucking be," he concluded.
Representatives for SiriusXM and Apollo Theater did not immediately respond to Insider's request for comment.
In conclusion, the concert was halted temporarily due to an unfortunate incident where a fan fell from the mezzanine balcony into the crowd below. The venue made sure that everyone was safe and the concert resumed after 15 minutes.
Drake also took time to thank his fans for their high energy throughout the night and shared his personal experience of performing at the Apollo Theater.
Conclusion
the concert by Drake at the Apollo Theater was halted briefly when a fan fell from the mezzanine balcony into the crowd below. The venue ensured that no one was injured and the concert resumed after 15 minutes.
Drake took time to thank his fans for their support and shared his personal experience of performing at the Apollo Theater, calling it the greatest job in the world.
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If he gets the Super Bowl, what the hell is he even gonna sing? The only songs I can think of that the gp truly knows are Watermelon Sugar and As It Was. The halftime show is about 15 minutes long… do they realize a lot of Harries will buy tickets to see him then probably leave after he performs? That’d be embarrassing as fuck. Oh my god wait, watch him sing What Makes You Beautiful. I feel like he’d lose way more respect from people if he did that, especially if there was either no reference to 1D or the other guys weren’t there. I’ve always said that if any of them ever got the super bowl, they’d be idiots not to turn it into a surprise 1D reunion of sorts. Would that be cool? Sure but I also don’t trust Harry to do that.
Other sources are saying it's likely to be Taylor Swift. The Superbowl made their announcement over something last night at midnight, Swift's next album is Midnights.
But it's definitely possible it could be Harry, we all know how powerful his team is and how they're capable of giving him completely undeserved and unearned opportunities like he's already a legend. You know Harry, he likely thinks Medicine and Kiwi are huge smash hits all the public knows. Late Night Talking, Matilda. It would be so silent in the stadium. Harry doing his running about arms aerobics stage routine yelling "Now you sing it!" to a silent crowd, trying to find fan signs to read, his voice straining as he hits lower notes. His big moment coming when he takes off a hideous Gucci fur coat to reveal a rainbow candy wrapper outfit and an awkward moment he does something unnecessarily sexual to someone else like a security guard or a thrown teddy bear.
You'd think he'd bring back the whole 1D gang for a reunion to sing a 1D song, but Harry's way too arrogant for that. I only see that happening in Harry's late thirties when he's going to be fully in his Jack Nicholson looking era.
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𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖!𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕘𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝔾𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 -> 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥
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>Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach
>Character: Montgomery Gator
>Warnings: Mentions of violence. Abduction. Murder. Unhealthy obsession. Detailed description of said unhealthy obsession. Stalking. Delusional behaviour. Sentient robot. Emotional manipulation. Toxic mindset.
>Type of content: Basic Information? Character introduction? I don't fucking know anymore XD
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•Ah yes, the man, the myth, the legend himself... The crocodile that made the internet horny again. I just have one question? Why...? I mean I know why because me too but still. Also from the gentle giant to this feral man, what a big jump XD
•It does not matter whether you view them as their robot version or as humanoid animatronic. And reminded this is MY personal depiction of this character with my own opinions so please don't get mad-
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A= Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
: ̗̀➛ *Bites*... Literally. That's how Monty shows love and affection, it's not even meant to be sexual in any way, he just likes softly biting you at random times. Not only is it a clear way to show that you're marked but also it's easy and he likes seeing you squirm around when he suddenly grabs you. If you actually had him be patient enough to where you officially date him just expect to be picked up a lot, feel like Monty would like carrying you around even if you're perfectly fine.
B= Blood: If they’re extreme how messy are they willing to get?
: ̗̀➛ He's MESSY messy- have you seen his room? They just stopped fixing it because he messed it up so many times because he easily destroyed it, if Monty has his hands on a person that tried speaking to you for too long he'll tear them to shreds and leave body parts all around for whoever finds it to pick and clean up.
C= Cope: Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don’t lash out?
: ̗̀➛ If jealous hits he'll act on it immediatly in the worst way possible. Finds his darling talking to someone he doesn't like? Immediatly grabs you and move to another location so the two of you can be alone. If you try to stop him he'll start an intense argument with whoever was trying to make a move on you and immediatly try to kill them and not care of who's around.
D= Death: Do they feel any sorrow for their victims at all?
: ̗̀➛ No?? Why would he? They were just some annoying pests anyway, it was their fault for getting in his way.
E= Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their s/o?
: ̗̀➛ Monty isn't good at all with his emotions and they cause him to lash out when it's too strong, if you're kidnapped the time with him will be really rough unless you start to understand where he's coming from and sort of tame him in a way, he'll become much more patient and sweet to his darling but only if they agree to be with him
F= Fight: How would they feel if you fought back against them?
: ̗̀➛ Probably annoyed, how could you not just give in to him? He's amazing! Not to mention how Monty is a lot bigger and stronger than his darling and easily able to do anything. Although sometimes he does love bantering with you, he's real easy to please with praises but those won't do you any good in escaping or lowering his guard
G= Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
: ̗̀➛ Monty loves the chase. Literally. Sometimes he'll purposely play little games where he gives you a certain time to escape out of the Pizzaplex while he chases you. These games are usually always on his favour and it'll turn into punishment if you actually escape by yourself and not when he let's you.
H= Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
: ̗̀➛ Remember how I said he bites? He probably would bite chunks of meat off you and even your arms and legs might get broken to make sure you don't crawl or run away (when he doesn't want you to). This will also include some mental torture of you being all alone in the big Pizzaplex while Monty chases you while laughing, insulting and making promises to never let you leave.
I= Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
: ̗̀➛ He doesn't know how or think of the long time plan but he would love to be wirh you forever. Monty would love if you stayed at the Pizzaplex forever and cheered him on during his performances and be his biggest fan. Maybe kids? He still doesn't know exactly about that.
J= Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
: ̗̀➛ Monty is one jealous and possessive fuck. Sees you give a little compliment to someone else? Depending on how you feel about them they'll either die, get heavily injured, avoid you or be scared of you for the rest of their life. Monty lashes out immediatly, maybe not when his darling is around but definitely when the person is left alone.
K= Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
: ̗̀➛ You can literally see his tail happily wagging when he's around you, he will start boasting and showing off, and he really likes it when you show affection to him in public. If he does something cool he'll immediatly look at you to see if you saw it, and if someone else speaks to you while you're there he'll start growling protectively to get them away.
L= Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
: ̗̀➛ He's going to show off any skill he has, about how strong he is, how much kids love him, how good he is at the guitar and golf, and other talents he might be programmed to have. Monty aims to impress you to the point you fall in love with him and if you don't even after all his attempts? Well... You're going to get kidnapped.
M= Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
: ̗̀➛ Monty can't act all that good. He's usually more tame and nicer to you, letting you touch him without getting your hand bitten or scratched, he's still rather violent but you won't ever be a victim of it (Not everytime anyways) but with everyone else? They're not going to approach 5 feet close to him unless they want a limb missing, especially if he's frustrated about you and his emotions are going haywire.
N= Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
: ̗̀➛ Physical violence. Probably some mental torture of you barely being able to run away while Monty catches you and drags you back to his room
O= Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
: ̗̀➛ When you're dating he'll get on your case about everything, he won't exactly blame you but he'll get jealous when you give your attention to something else while he's with you. And if you're kidnapped you're not allowed to do anything without him, even sleeping! Monty likes cuddling with you while you sleep
P= Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
: ̗̀➛ Not very much, he does enjoy your playful fightings but he won't stand for insults or you constantly asking to leave, if he runs out of patients your next chase would be very painful
Q= Quality: Would they to be secretive or be flashy about what they do?
: ̗̀➛ If you're dating, Monty will be so flashy about it he'll mention it every 20 minutes whether the conversation he was having with someone was about you or not or if it was a very serious matter. If he's kidnapped you against your will he would be acting like nothing happened, actually Monty would be offended when someone says how you must be very lost and devastated right now (He will fight that person)
R= Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their s/o? Would they ever let their darling go?
: ̗̀➛ Not at all. There would be a series of events that led Monty to that and in his case he finds it to himself it's completely justified and for your own good. Why wouldn't you want to hang out with him 24/7? And unless you count your little chasing game then no, he would never let you go.
S= Stalker: Would they stalk their darling? How intense would it go?
: ̗̀➛ He would try stalking you but he doesn't know how. You usually catch him from how big he is and he can be extra sloppy when it comes to it. Monty does love having you within his sight so you'll probably catch him "stalking" you a lot of times. It's not that intense as it's from curiosity of the green alligator just wanting to see what you're doing all the time. He'd also rather talk and be with you than just watch you do stuff.
T= Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
: ̗̀➛ He does enjoy seeing his darling squirm around and try to fight him off, tears do make you look especially pretty! But he doesn't want that to happen when you're in too much pain, that's set for punishments that he usually doesn't enjoy giving. And god forbids you isolate yourself, you'll just get Monty even more fired up to make you his completely
U= Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
: ̗̀➛ Monty can be tamed from that ruthless and bloodthirsty beast to a... Possessive and clingy puppy? He would still throw hands on sight but if you're gentle and put up with him after a while you'll start to see results.
V= Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
: ̗̀➛ It should probably happen during those chase games. It is always set on Monty's favour but if you happen to kiss or do something to him that'll catch Monty off guard for the entire day he'll probably forget locking a few doors, forget to steal stuff that would probably help you escape and forget to close off some vents. You could make use of them on your next game.
W= Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
: ̗̀➛ Yes... Like not for fun or anything but he does like seeing you squirm around in slight pain. Good thing is he'll take the responsibility and patch up all your wounds so you don't bleed out. He likes tripping you while you run away and like I said, Monty just enjoys biting you in general.
X= Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their s/o over?
: ̗̀➛ Monty loves showing off his skills with the guitar and how much of a better partner he would be rather than literally anyone else. He would do anything in his power to get your attention and affection because Monty literally craves it so much he'd kill for it. He'll even take you to play golf and teach you because he's the best at it.
Y= Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
: ̗̀➛ Feel like Monty can get easily attached if you pay too much special attention to him so it would lead to him snapping soon but then again, if you don't pay that special attention to him, Monty will just take it as you ignoring him and get angry. So you either get the sweet obsessive snapping or the angry and abduction snapping.
Z= Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
: ̗̀➛ If you continue to resist and fight back nonstop it would probably happen within the first month, if maybe you let the resistance go for a certain period of time it'll take longer. Monty would prefer to have you be full of energy and actually able to have a conversation with him rather than you just being a lifeless doll.
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Con Man's Daughter
Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.
[Masterlist]
(Part 2)
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I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.
So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.
John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.
“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”
And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.
He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.
“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”
“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”
“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.
“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”
“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.
“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”
“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”
“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”
Swears on the other end.
“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”
“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”
“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.
And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.
Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.
She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.
“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”
“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”
More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.
Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.
Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.
He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.
Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.
Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.
The Constantines stop arguing.
“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”
“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.
Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.
“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”
Mari made to follow them.
“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”
“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”
“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”
“yes. crystal”
“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”
Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”
“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”
“Hey!” Both father and daughter.
Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.
Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.
“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”
“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.
“I hate you sometimes.”
“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”
John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.
He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.
“So...I have one question.”
“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”
“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”
Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.
“I am going to take that as a yes.”
Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”
“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”
“Father must know about this.”
“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”
His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.
One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.
After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”
“I am in.”
“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”
“Yes.”
Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.
Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.
“At least, the kids are staying put.”
Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.
They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.
“Why am I not surprised?”
Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.
They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.
Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.
Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.
“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”
“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”
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Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.
As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.
John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.
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After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.
They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.
It’s summer break so no missing school.
John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.
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Right. how this all started...
John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.
John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.
And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.
When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.
They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.
Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.
He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.
That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.
The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.
At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.
Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.
Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.
The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.
He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.
It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.
After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.
Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.
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When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.
Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)
Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.
John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.
That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.
His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.
Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.
Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.
During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.
Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)
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When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.
With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness
Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.
Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.
They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.
The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.
Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.
“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”
Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.
Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.
“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.
She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.
“Dad, what’s happened?”
John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”
John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did
Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”
The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.
“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”
Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.
He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.
Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”
It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.
But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)
Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.
Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.
The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.
It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.
John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.
It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.
After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.
He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)
He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.
Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.
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how r none of the boys scared of time? he is unpredictable, and honestly, some of his behaviors is reminiscent of abusive people
It’ll be 2 years in June that I’ve been writing my man HSH Time, and in that span I’ve learned a lot about him. He’s terribly flawed, he’s got anger and self-loathing issues, he is prone to violence and has had committed some pretty gruesome and satisfying on-screen murders throughout the HSH series. But Time is predictable in his violent episodes, and he has never once displayed abusive behavior in either HSH or the LMTCOY stories, not toward those he cares about or those he hates.
This is a point that is pretty near and dear to my heart. HSH Time is a morally gray anti-hero, but he’s not an abuser. He is a flawed man who is trying to be better, and there are multiple examples of this throughout the series.
If you’re in the mood for a wall of text, a handful of snippets, and maybe some lore, feel free to click below the cut. It's fucking 1800 words, I'm not sorry. (This review will reference events of the Let Me Take Care of You side-series but will NOT contain or reference any explicit material. There's definitely going to be violence, though.)
Oh, and spoilers if you're not caught up with the series!
There are a handful of times within HSH and LMTCOY when Time lashes out in violence and kills someone on-screen. In each and every one of these instances, though, there’s a very real threat either to Time or to the boys. His level of violence also tends to correlate with the threat against his or the boys’ safety. While fighting for his life alongside the others in scenes like the climax of HSH1, when the stakes are more clearly "kill or be killed," his actions are more easily digestible. I bet you’re more concerned with those jarring instances of "unexpected" violence within the narrative.
The first and most dramatic of these came at the end of HSH Chapter 4, when Time came home to give a piece of his mind to the intruders who’d broken into the house and kicked the shit out of the boys.
It was difficult to see in the dim street light filtering in through the broken window, but everyone could plainly hear the heavy, wet sounds of splintered wood repeatedly connecting with flesh. Twilight crawled further and further back down the hallway until he bumped into Wind, putting himself between his younger cousin and the gruesome scene, even though Wind craned his neck to continue watching. On the other side of the hallway, Sky was frozen where he knelt tending to Four, who was still out cold. Warriors stood just ahead of them, one hand clamped firmly over his mouth. Twilight shared a terrified glance with Legend who peered out the kitchen door, his face pale and spattered with blood. Just behind him, Wild lay on the floor, moaning and clutching the left side of his face.
Time didn’t relent until the intruder was silent and still.
The boys sure were spooked watching Time beat a man to death with his bare hands, but they recognized that this wasn’t an un-provoked act of violence. Time had come home to a bloodbath: some of the boys were bleeding, others were burned, he probably thought that Four was dead. Plus, this incident represented the realization of years’ worth of Time’s fear that his loved ones would get hurt because of his past. He was primed to boil over in this scenario.
In HSH for the Holidays, we get to see much more of Time’s unorthodox methods of home security. Much of the on-screen violence here occurs in the final chapter, when the Yiga Clan invade his home looking to harm the former Royal Guard members. Here we see the first instance of Time demonstrating regret and trying to hold back during a bout of violence.
[The Demon Carver] was quite messy and not very efficient. It required a considerable amount of force to bring his opponents to a swift and silent end. There was some primal satisfaction in using this cruel implement, flashy and frightening but not sharp enough to be merciful. It was something the Deity would have found fun to work with. Time bared his teeth as he dragged it through vital flesh - whether in a grin or a grimace he was afraid to ask himself.
Once he had dispatched the last of the soldiers, Time threw the blade far away from himself in disgust.
Time recognizes in this case that there is work to be done, work that he is unfortunately very talented at performing, and he actively demonstrated some restraint against his more violent tendencies in this scenario in order to avoid losing his self-control.
This is a huge contrast to what has been probably Time’s worst on-screen murder scene, which was the Fierce Deity versus Volga fight in LMTCOY. This is also the first time we’re in Time’s head to see what happens when he totally loses his shit.
The Fierce Deity found catharsis in using his hands. Firearms may be efficient and quick, but sometimes squeezing and crushing just felt better. It spoke to some primordial urge deep in the soul, like tilling the earth with bare hands, getting filth caked beneath the nails. There was dark satisfaction in watching bruises form in an iron grip, in feeling bone crack like dry timber beneath a blunt object. […]
Time felt like he watched the scene through a tunnel. His voice — the Deity’s voice — sounded detached, not like his own. Although he saw his hands moving, holding and striking and hurting, he… couldn’t feel them.
He couldn’t feel his hands.
This is by far Time’s most violent outburst in the entire series, and it’s definitely not without cause. Warriors had come home after being attacked by Volga, badly hurt and obviously traumatized, and at the beginning of this particular scene, Time found some pretty damning confirmation of just what a sick bastard Volga could be. I think it would be hard for anyone to hold back in a case like this.
This also demonstrates Time's dissociative tendencies during violent outbursts. This is part of Time's trauma response, which we'll get in to a bit later.
In examining the rest of Time’s violent outbursts, there hasn’t been a single one that’s been unpredictable or without direct, immediate cause. Perhaps sudden in onset and frighteningly final in resolution, but not unpredictable.
Time’s propensity toward violence isn’t limited to murder, though. During HSH: Moving Day, we get a flashback of his last fight with Malon prior to their divorce. During their shouting match, he actively restrained himself from touching her even when he was forcing himself to act like an asshole to chase her away:
She looked frightened as he approached her - as the Deity approached her - and he stopped himself from grabbing her by the arm.
And he doesn’t erupt in violence until after Malon has left the house:
All of their photos along the hallway were ripped off of the wall, happy memories scattered about the floor. Chairs were overturned. A sconce got ripped out of the wall. The glass over their wedding portrait shattered as the frame was thrown into the fireplace. For several terrifying moments, Time debated setting fire to it, setting fire to everything and just letting the entire fucking house go up in flames—
And let’s take it all the way back to the beginning of HSH1 while we’re at it. Time has no reason to like the boys when they all start showing up in his house one by one, and he has no reason to be nice to them, either. In fact, it would probably have been a whole lot easier for him to demonstrate his temper right then and there and scare them all out of the house permanently. But when he resorted to that sort of behavior with Malon, he felt deep shame and remorse for it even years after the fact. Time refuses to put anyone else through that sort of manipulation again.
And that’s part of what sets Time apart from being an abuser. Abuse can range in severity from yelling and name-calling to physical offenses, and abusers tend to rationalize their behavior to themselves and others in many ways. The abusive style of thinking is:
Entitlement - feeling like you "own" another person, and that everything in the relationship should go your way, regardless of their feelings.
Disrespect - you don't see the other person as an equal with a mind of their own.
Control - you don't believe the other person has a right to their own opinions, life choices, relationships, or how they spend their free time.
If Time was truly an abusive person, he would have the perfect victim in Dark, wouldn’t he? In The Brave, Dark is socially-isolated, he depends on Time’s word and his mercy for what little freedom he has, and Time literally holds the key to the shackle around Dark’s ankle for the first half of the story. Time is in a position where he could get away with being controlling and demeaning toward Dark with absolutely no accountability.
But the only times he’s been violent toward Dark have been when he’s been directly provoked. In chapter 6 of HSH: The Brave, the Fierce Deity pays a visit to Dark at home, and he really doesn’t hold back:
As Dark unlocked the deadbolt, the door burst open in his face.
Dark stumbled backward as a leather briefcase smacked him directly in the forehead. Before he could recover, the Fierce Deity barrelled into him, shoving him down the short hallway and into the first solid object they encountered. Dark shouted as he was pinned to the kitchen cabinets, locking his hands around the Deity’s wrists as he struggled to wrench the man away from his throat.
“You’re a dead man!”
But this, again, has a direct cause that’s pointed out in the scene immediately prior: Time has made the connection that the accident that hurt his boys and nearly killed Wild was caused by Dark, and he assumed that Dark was working as a double agent and still serving Ganon.
Time's most recent episode of violence took place in the latest chapter of LMTCOY, in which Time whales on Dark when he catches him in the kitchen being a total fucking creep toward Wild. Here, he walked in on a scenario where he thought that Dark was either going to molest or hurt Wild, where Wild was clearly giving off some frightened body language cues, and remember that the last time Time found Wild pinned against a countertop in his kitchen by an intruder, half of the kid’s face was on fire. Time wasn’t looking for an excuse to snap in this case; he panicked because Wild was in danger, and he was triggered by the memory of what had happened to him in Termina.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Time isn’t perfect, and I don’t want him to be. He is deeply flawed and he has horrible coping mechanisms that are rooted in a long history of trauma. Time has been exploited by others for years. He was manipulated and groomed to be a murderer from a young age, even by those who from the outside appear to have "good" intentions. In the past, he's had to become violent and hurt or kill others if he wanted to survive. But it's not something he wants to do. He even mutters a prayer for forgiveness immediately before killing a Yiga soldier in HSH for the Holidays.
And that's part of what sets Time apart from being an abuser. With the trauma response, even if Time inflicts harm on others that may be “deserved,” he doesn’t think that his actions are okay. He demonstrates remorse and he tries to do better. He apologizes to Malon and comes clean to her at the end of HSH1. He’s started going to therapy and is actively trying to work through his trauma and violent tendencies. He wants to be better for his boys, but gods damn if it's not an uphill battle for him.
And that's part of why this point is so close to my heart. Time wants to be a good man, and he works very hard toward that goal no matter how many times life beats him back down. But he keeps getting back up. He keeps trying. And if Time can keep trying and keep working at being a better man, then maybe there's hope for the rest of us who struggle with our own issues.
(Very many thanks to a very dear friend of mine for providing some of the background information on abusiveness and trauma.)
#stormy asks#hsh time#home sweet home#townhouse au#hsh#uh sorry this is so long#i just have A Lot of Feelings about Time's internal struggles
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MAEMAE!
An AU where Todoroki gets hit with a quirk which divides him into two people. The red hair Shoto is the flirty sassy half and the white one is the cold (ukwim) Todoroki (see what I did there? 'Shoto' and 'Todoroki',,,,,,,sorry). You don't know how it happened; you were literally besides him when it happened but ???
So now you gotta deal with it and watch out for the Todoroki's so Endeavor doesn't notice and skins everyone alive.
Ruth ur gonna kill me- IN A GOOD WAY i've just never written Todoroki before and this is going to be a challenge. I'm eager to do it though, I have seen so much fanart where Todoroki has been split into two people--- [also yes i see what you did there-- very clever ;) ] anyway, lets see how this goes!
I’m going to do a full on fic without headcanons because that feels more natural for this request.
Part of a Whole
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Anime: My Hero Academia
Character(s): Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, and Katsuki Bakugou
Legend (y/n = your name): gender neutral reader, quirk not mentioned, Pro Hero AU
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: none, slight cursing, flirty Todoroki
Notes: OUT OF CHARACTER TODOROKI!!! Yeah i’ve never written him before and now writing him split in half? DAMN ITS HARD! I’m wracking my brain trying to remember his mannerisms and behavior, then polarize it.
I will also maybe redo Todoroki’s banner because OH MY GOD i hate it so much and its off center im going to cry but i don’t have time to fix it rn
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Endeavor is going to kill me.
You stand speechless. The battle was continuing around you, but it fell on deaf ears. Mouth hanging slightly open, you look at Todoroki. Well, Todorokis now. You blink. Nope, still two of them.
Fuck.
Todoroki had split in two. One sported a full head of fiery red hair and looked like he was ready to take on the world. The other had beautiful white locks hiding downcast eyes. Your gaze lingered on the second Todoroki. He slowly raised his snowy head and his soft grey eyes pierced your skull. The amount of hatred that came from his eyes- you knew it wasn’t because of you, but it was enough to snap you out of your daze.
You whip your head around and check the surroundings. Nobody had noticed, but you couldn’t spot what had caused the split. Your partners look like they have the situation handled relatively well. They rounded up the villains, but of the ones that were caught, you didn’t think any of them did it.
"OI, RED RIOT” you call out to your former classmate, now pro hero. When you have his attention, you continue; “SHOTO AND I NEED TO GO, LIKE RIGHT NOW. I WILL EXPLAIN LATER, CAN YOU HANDLE THIS?”
He smiles and hits his fists together, “Of course, y/n!!!! You did great, go do what you need to do!”
“Don’t think that you will get out of paperwork you extra!!!!!” you hear Dynamight yell over to you.
Shoving the ‘rokis out of sight, you laugh and assure Bakugou that you will be doing your fair share. You take off the top layer of your costume and use it to cover the firey Todoroki’s hair and shoulders.
“We need to get out of here,” you tell the twins quickly, but they were still getting a grip on their new forms.
“Oh, y/n~~ so eager to leave the fight? That’s not very heroic... </3″ the redhead teases while you fix the cloak around his head. He leans closer to you, just centimeters away from your face. “So desperate to be alone with me... I guess I can make an exception...”
You do a double-take. What. The. Hell. Was Todoroki... flirting with you??? You give the garment a rough tug to make sure it was secure and push him away. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s go.” You look past the now-pouting Todoroki over to the silver one. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Brushing off his coldness, you start walking into a nearby alleyway. They both follow you, but the ice king keeps his distance. The other, you couldn’t shake if you tried. Lucky you.
“Y/n~~” the redhead savored your name like honey right off the comb. “You have such a beautiful name, I could get used to saying it more often ;)”
You hear a scoff from behind you. Biting back laughter, you navigate the alleyways and side streets, heading for your nearby apartment. As you walk, you adjust your hero costume and tend to your wounds. The twins were miraculously unscathed.
You feel a pair of silver eyes on you as you struggle to dress your injuries. Without a word, you feel his cold hands on you and you stop in your tracks. He doesn’t look at you once while he’s helping you with the medical supplies he carries in his hero costume. As soon as he’s finished, he started walking away. It reminded you of how he was when you first met him. Smiling, you continued on.
What could have caused this? you think to yourself. You retrace the events of the battle in your head. There were five villains, all very powerful. Kirishima and you were dealing with two of them, but trying to keep the civilians safe at the same time. Todoroki and Bakugou had taken three of them head-on. It was so hectic, that you just had to trust your teammates that they would be okay, you had so much to do. It was when Todoroki had been split from the group that it happened.
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“It was a mistake to try to take down the top heroes,” you chided the villain you had subdued. “What a shame, what a shame...” When you had finished tying the villain up, you signaled Red Riot that you had finished up. You were running to help the others since you had taken your opponent down relatively easily when a flash of light caught your eye. You switched directions, remembering that Todoroki was fighting in that area last you checked.
Avoiding the debris that was falling around you thanks to Dynamight, you quickly found the source of the light. There, behind an overturned bus shelter, were the Todorokis. They both looked dazed but were slowly regaining consciousness. You were so taken by the situation that you forgot that you were fighting villains. Your objective immediately turned to helping them instead of the fight around you. All you could think about is what will happen to you if Endeavor finds out.
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Looking back, you should have assessed the situation quicker and identified the quirk user before tending to the twins. Todoroki is tough. It will take more than a strange quirk to really hurt him, but you had always been protective of him. Something in the way his eyes gleamed when he used his fire and the tone he would talk in when he was serious. Well, more serious than he was normally. He had always been there for you and you were there for him, whether he wanted you or not.
You deduced that this was the effect of a quirk, and it should wear off soon. You estimated that the longest it could stay like this was a week. It would probably wear off in his sleep, but you were curious to see what it looked like wearing off.
Looking back at the twins, who were now chatting with each other. Well, it was more like the redhead was doing all the talking. He had draped himself over the silver-eyed boy and was talking about a new topic every sentence. The icy boy felt your gaze on him and looked up at you. His expression may have seemed indifferent to anyone looking, but you could read his body language like a book. He was practically screaming at you to get the other off of him. You smile and laugh at the situation. He rolls his eyes and slides his foot forward and sends ice in your direction. You jump out of the way and stick out your tongue playfully. If it wasn’t for your training with him, you would have gotten hit. It was just like old times. That sure was Todoroki, albeit a lot more guarded. and, well, cold.
The other noticed your interaction and perked up. “Hey, y/n, me and myself were talking” he nudges the other, hoping he would recognize his joke, but the pale boy just kept walking. Rolling his teal eyes, he continued, “You can call me Shoto like you usually do when we are alone, but call him Todoroki so you can address us specifically!!!” He runs up to you and gets uncomfortably close and whispers “~~ I’ve always liked how my name sounds coming out of your pretty little mouth.”
You swing your fist at him but he catches your wrist and uses your momentum to pull you closer into a hug. He lifts your chin up and says in a sultry voice, “we can’t have that, can we darling?” he tuts and was about to say something else when Todoroki separated you two and flipped his other self onto the concrete. Shoto surprisingly didn’t fight back but just hopped up onto his feet and continued talking to his twin like nothing happened.
Eventually, you find the back entrance to your apartment building. You remove the firey boy from your arm, blocking out all of his advances as you get closer to the door. He huffs as you punch in the passcode to the door. Todoroki had been over to your apartment a million times, you paired up pretty frequently, not to mention you two were really close. You had been since high school.
You hold the door open for the silvery twin, and as he walks past you could feel the temperature go down, but not from his quirk. This was going to be fun.
And by fun, you meant torturous.
#mha#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#boku no hero imagines#bnha fanfic#bnha fic#mha fanfic#mha fanfiction#mha x reader#todoroki#todoroki shoto#shoto todoroki#todoroki x y/n#todoroki x reader#mha todoroki
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So for context. Superhero! AU though there isn't any battle thing. Just you and Jack trying to get out of a mansion. And lemons. P.S My english isn't that good so I apologize in advance for having grammatical errors. Anyways, please enjoy a fic I wrote on a whim (again)
Word count: 980
"Ah~ Finally. The hero, the legend. The fabled hero, Captain Howl! Whatever brings you to my evil lair?" Shrimpy cooed, taking a sip from their 100% organic, freshly squeezed lemon juice.
"I do love myself some exquisite lemons, and also the juice kind by the way."
"Your twisted plans end here!" Jack gritted, annoyed at the 'threat' the department was asking him to stop. All he's seeing here is a masked, juice loving bastard, though they seem pretty familiar.
"Oh my how could I have forgotten! I still have to introduce myself." Shrimpy exclaimed, throwing the empty glass away, a loud explosion briefly rang in the air.
Jack remained still and kept on his poker face, he shouldn't be caught off guard. Truth be told he doesn't know a thing about this 'Shrimpy', only that they were a dramatic asshole and they enjoy lemons.
"Allow me to start." A snap of their fingers and a giant floating screen appeared.
"Anyways. I am Shrimpy, genius and supervillain prodigy. I intend on conquering the world or maybe open up a little juice shop, I don't really know lol. But for now I'm going to stick to world domination. And you Captain Howl, are going to help me achieve that goal, either of the two is nice though." Shrimpy declared boldly, turning off the screen to end their presentation.
Jack raised his brow in genuine confusion. This person is insane, he thought.
"I won't let that happen." Jack replied plainly. Trying to wrap his head around Shrimpy's logic.
"By persuasion of course. Consent is sexy after all." Shrimpy said, drinking another cup of juice in hand.
Clank. The loud boom of the heavy metal doors caught Jack's attention. He's going to be here for a while.
"..."
"..."
"Alright we're going to the third floor."
"Why the hell am I supposed to listen to you."
"Because *sips* I put traps all over the place and the security is on high alert. I need to turn it off."
"Why can't you turn it off yourself?"
"It's on the third floor duh. How am I supposed to turn it off here."
"You locked yourself in."
"..."
"That part was...miscalculated."
"Huff, fine."
"Cool, now get in the car."
"What?"
"A car? You know....four wheels...a door....entitled drivers."
And by some sort of miracle or whatever divine intervention there was indeed a car. Jack couldn't believe his eyes. How the hell is there a CAR indoors. What the fuck.
"I call shotgun." Shrimpy chimed, hopping into the car.
"Are you expecting me to drive?"
"Yeah, I don't know how to drive."
"You're insufferable."
"Why thank you."
-After a while of driving-
"Alright, now go towards that hallway the stairs should be there." Shrimpy said, tapping away on their laptop.
"Slow down we're not in a hurry." Shrimpy replied blankly.
Rows of classical portraits and antique vases passed by the two while regal music played in the background. Just how long was this hallway?
A beeping sound caught Jack's attention, looking over to Shrimpy, who was looking rather amused while sipped their lemon juice.
"Alright speed up, I accidentally activated the machine guns."
"WHAT??? HOW???"
"Meh, I don't know either."
"You're going to get us killed."
"I have a nice response for that. But we've got to pass that door before the machine guns activate and pulverize us." They pointed to a dark oak door with golden linings.
Jack stepped on the gas and hoped for the best. Like Shrimpy said, guns started to appear from the walls, and winding up.
"We're gonna die lmao."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
By the time the guns were wound up and loaded, the duo managed to pass the door, the car only getting grazed by a few bullets.
"That was nice."
"No it wasn't."
"Howl get the lemon"
Jack manuevers to reach the lemon.
"Vitamin C."
"Oh my Seven, Jack avoid the incoming cars."
"?????"
-After a while of avoiding cars, Jack questioning reality and collecting lemons-
"Alright, we've finally reached the staircase." Shrimpy sighed in delight. Lying down on the red carpeted floor.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Resting. It's been a rough 3 hours and 7 minutes."
Jack said nothing. Instead, he looked at the giant painting of a fluffy dog.
"Look at that dog 75% fluff, 13% angy and 12% chonk." Shrimpy lazily stated, still lying on the floor.
"And you, Captain Howl. 42% godly muscles, 29% brains, 12% tsundere and 17% floof. "
"Uhh...thank you?"
"I'm Yuu by the way. You probably don't remember me...we used to go to college together." There was a shift in their voice, it's much more...sad?
"Yuu??? Of course I remember you." That explains a lot of what happened today. He does really remember them. He wouldn't be able to forget them even if he tried, they're too...important to him.
"Wait how did you know my identity?" Jack wondered.
"Jack, honey, sweetie, fluffball. Your last name is Howl. You go running around with your ears and tail in shouting justice in a sexy costume that gives me a clear outline of your abs. Of course I know it's you. Also because I looked into the department's files and found yours lol."
"Hey, my costume's family friendly."
"I really hope that what I'm seeing isn't the outline of your dong, also damn that thing's huge."
"Alright not family friendly. I'll ask for a new one."
"That's nice. Now let's kill the security system."
"Yuu wait."
"Hm?"
"You...uh...wanna go out sometime? After this, I mean. I know a place...they have uh...nice steaks and...um. Just say yes."
"Ok? Yes I do."
"Good."
After walking up a few steps, Jack wanted to clarify something.
"Are you still planning on taking over the world?"
"Meh. I already lost interest a few hours ago."
"Ok that's nice."
"Now I have the strange desire of frolicking in the woods in white robes, chanting ominously to scare the crap out of tourists lmao."
"That...could be arranged."
#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#gn!mc#jack howl#twst x reader#jack howl x reader#twst fanfic#fanfiction#twst crack#lighthearted
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