#Happy Dawning my fellow Guardians.
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I will be making Crow ALL the cookies this Dawning! LOVE MY MAN!
#crow destiny#crow is the best#stardust and the crow#seighdra and crow#THE DAWNING!#CROW GETS ALL THE COOKIES#Happy Dawning my fellow Guardians.
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I started this all the way back at the end of Season of the Lost and just now finished it.
Inspired by @a-driftamongopenstars' Old Light, New Light series.
“Are you sure?” Ace asked, looking to where her right hand was extended and her Ghost floated in her palm. He vibrated gently in a reassuring manner. “I’ve spoken with Glint, he needs you right now.” Ghost says to you through your telepathic connection. You nodded and you were instantly transmatted to the loading bay of the Radiant Accipiter.
“Crow?” You ask softly as you approach, both he and Glint looked up at the sound of your voice. You stood there for a second, trying to assess whether or not he wanted your company, only moving when you felt the gentle prod of Glint between your shoulders, urging you forward. Your armor and weapons disappeared as you stepped forward, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Ghost vanish with Glint.
“Are these eyes the ones that haunt you at night?” Crow asks, leveling you with his gaze as you approach him fully.
For years whenever you tried to sleep, all you could see in your dreams was Uldren’s glowing glare as he pulled Ace of Spades’ trigger and shattered your life.
As weird as it was, you’d found comfort in Crow. Your anger at seeing him risen as a Guardian slowly faded as you’d seen first hand how earnest he was, how innocent. He was the opposite of Uldren, the fact that he was a fellow Hunter was just cruel irony. A tentative friendship had developed after you’d saved him and Glint from Spider’s employ. Ghost urged you to tell Crow in the early stages of your friendship, you hadn’t, and were now regretting not taking his counsel.
You gaze into the warm glow of his amber eyes, and to his surprise, you smile. “No. I don’t see any trace of Uldren in your eyes, Crow.” You say, holding his gaze, and you feel his body relax slightly next to yours.
“Now I know why you always looked at me that way.” He says softly as he looks down to the knife in his hand, the one you’d given him last Dawning. He looks back up into your eyes as you speak.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know how.” You say quietly, knowing his mind must be reeling from whatever Savathûn said or showed him of his past life.
You put on a brave face, but you still carried the weight of Cayde’s death. The fact that you had feelings for who was once his killer wasn’t helping your guilt any. You knew that Cayde would want you to be happy, and Crow made you so so happy.
“If it were me, I wouldn’t have known what to say either, Guardian.” Crow replies, reaching out for your hand, your fingers entwine and you stand there looking out at the Dreaming City. Crow had already been in orbit there when you joined him.
“Were you going to go down there and see your sister?” You ask after a comfortable silence, hoping it isn’t a sensitive topic.
“No. I returned here to see if I would feel anything. I don’t, and it seems strange that I was on the Tangled Shore for so long and I had no idea that my former home was right there all along.” Crow replies with a shrug, turning away from the window and going to an overhead compartment, pulling you with him by your entwined fingers. “This is for you.” Crow says, holding out a blue box with white and gold stars on it and a gold ribbon.
“You didn’t have to get me anything.” You reply as you accept it, feeling a blush start to color your cheeks.
“I know. I wanted to.” Crow replies, and you share a smile before you ease off the top and push away the tissue paper. Inside is a black knife with a white spade on the blade and the wings of a crow on the handle. It was an obviously expensive Eververse commission and you were speechless.
“Crow- Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You manage, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug.
“You’re welcome. Now you can take us both with you, always.” Crow replies, squeezing you gently as his arms wrap around you.
#destiny 2#cayde-6 (mentioned)#cayde-6#crow#crow and glint#Ghost and his Guardian#Ace x Crow#so many feels#it's so fluffy I'm gonna die#destiny fanfiction#I hope this isn't trash#hunter reader#aceofcaydes01
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I'm Longing To Linger Til Dawn, Dear
Wordcount: 12k
Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.
Summary:
After a successful mission with the Guardians, Tony decides celebrations are in order. What better place to do that than the Jazz club Honey works at. Especially if it’s a surprise for their favorite songstress.
Warnings:
Smut, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Polyamory, Female Character of Color, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Light BDSM, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Dom Steve Rogers, Dom Bucky Barnes, Dom Thor (Marvel), Threesome - F/M/M, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Bad Jokes, MusicJazz - Freeform, Celebrations, Partying
Notes:
Hello Heathens!
This took me some time to finish but I'm happy with the end result. This installment is very song heavy. I created an entire set list that I will post in the end notes to give credit where credit is due and not give anything away. I will also have links embedded to the songs as well.
Bold are song lyrics
Italics are thoughts
Happy Reading!
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Dirty, worn out and all together disheveled, The Avengers, along with the Guardians of the Galaxy and a battle-worn Valkyrie, prepare to load on to their respective aircrafts and embark on the journey home.
“Revels abound! Thank you Guardians! And you as well Brunhilde for the aid in our victory! You are most welcome to join in our post mission celebrations. I am sure Tony can accommodate you at the compound.” Thor boasts joyfully in his post battle glory. He is a God of war afterall.
“How generous of you Point Break to go ahead and invite the rag tag band of misfits to our home.” Tony retorts as he rids himself of his Iron Man suit with the push of a button.
“You are most welcome Stark.” Your golden retriever of a man, pleased with himself, replies. Steve and Bucky just shake their heads and chuckle.
“Right. Well, Quill. You guys like music right. You’re blaring it all the time it seems. I have an idea where we can celebrate tonight actually. But we're all gonna need to clean up real nice for it. I can provide what you need but I’m going to need to send everyone's sizes to Pep. Also my fellow Avengers, anyone you want to tag along I’m gonna need to know about to also send to Pep. Except you three.” He points to your trio with a raised brow.
“Why not us three?” The Captain replies, brows furrowed.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist Capsicle. I have a reason. Seeing as we’ll be heading to your little Honey’s club to celebrate, I figured you’d want to surprise her. Therefore negating the need for me to know your plus one. Actually do you know if she is even working tonight?” He inquires.
Buck is quick to reply. “It’s the third Saturday of the month so she may not be. She usually takes it off so she can have a free weekend once a month with us. But we all left quickly for this mission and barely had a chance to check in with her so that may have changed. I’d have to find out.”
Nat saunters over. “No need. I spoke with her yesterday and she decided to switch her night off for next weekend. Plus she wanted to be there to support Sy as he’s stepping out from just the band and back vocals to warming up the crowd on his own for the first time tonight.”
“Sy?” Steve asks.
“Yeah. He’s her ex fuck buddy. But they’re still close friends. She got him the job at Chanticleers actually.” She smirks.
“Wait. You mean the bearded guy built like a fucking brickhouse that plays the guitar and piano?” Bucky pipes in.
“That would be him, yes.”
“Makes sense they would have history together. He looks like a damn Viking. Could almost give me and Steve a run for our money. Guess it’s time to get to know this Sy a little better if he’s spending so much time with our girl during the week.” He gives Steve and Thor a look and it seems they're all on the same page with that one.
They just want to make sure no one encroaches on what’s rightfully theirs. One can never be too careful.
“Oooh that’s gonna be fun to watch. I’ve never seen all of them get all possessive before. They share so well normally.” Tony intones. “Looks like it’s settled then. We’ll head to the compound, get dressed up and then it's off to Chanticleers to watch these three lose their minds. I’m quite excited to see the little vixen in her element. That display at my afterparty was nice but I need the full immersive experience.”
“Steven has never actually seen her perform at the club before. This will be a most promising venture in self control for him. I can not wait. To the Quinjet. Brunhilde you will ride with us.” Thor turns on his heel and heads on to the jet.
Another Saturday night, another evening to impart your special brand of entertainment on the souls packed into this little club.
Chanticleers is not some big swanky Jazz bar with layers of silk lining the walls and balcony seats. Oh no, Chanticleers is a sweet little spot full of charm and sass. Just like it’s beloved performers.
It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but that’s the point. If every Tom, Dick and Harry knew of the place, it would lose what’s most special about it. Stepping through those doors is like stepping back in time with a twist.
A vast space of brick walls painted black and crimson, filled with colorful abstract jazz art created by local Artists of color. A moderate sized stage, complete with a big band setup, stands proudly against the back wall. Situated to the left of the stage, is where the bar is located, complete with a red cedar counter and suspender wearing barkeep with a gentlemans cut. A small dance floor sits in front of the stage surrounded by various tables. Large booths line the remaining walls, leaving space for a small hallway that leads to the restrooms and backstage areas.
You're currently nestled in the dressing room. Perched on the velvet bench of the vanity, putting on the finishing touches of your makeup, a deep crimson lip. Tonight you’ve gone for neutral tones with a bold lip and light smokey eye. Your entire look is low key sexy. Just enough skin to entice but enough hidden to have them imagining what could possibly be hidden underneath. You want the attention to be on your performance, not your looks after all.
With a final smack of your lips, and an air kiss to the mirror you head out to the wings to check on how Sy is handling warming up the crowd on his own.
As you approach the curtain you watch on as every woman is enraptured by the mammoth of a man with the buttery baritone voice. He was nervous that no would listen and he’d get booed off the stage. I told him he had nothing to worry about. I knew he'd be soaking panties left and right once he opened his mouth.
Scanning the crowd you notice a couple servers heading towards a roped off section of the club with a rather large order of drinks on their trays. I don’t remember there being a party reserved for tonight. Must be a last minute large group. No matter. I’ll make sure tonight is worth the price tag I know comes with those seats.
Eyes following the path of the servers you spot a very familiar redhead dressed to the nines in all black, sandwiched between a very dapper looking scientist and surprisingly pulled together archer in a purple suit. Only Clint would don a purple suit for a night on the town.
Upon closer inspection you realize the rest of the Avengers, complete with significant others and the Guardians are in attendance. You even spot Brunhilde looking like a warrior goddess in sea foam green holding court next to Thor.
Those cheeky little assholes. They must have finished their mission and came out to celebrate. I’m sure the billionaire and the widow have something to do with them all being here. But I’m not complaining. My men look fucking delectable. A full four courses. They know what they’re doing too. But so do I. They’ll fall under my spell just like the rest.
You take a moment to admire your little harem of dashing men. They do clean up very well. It’s not the first or last time you’ll see them donning a suit but something about the informal formal wear is doing something to you. It’s like they all chose violence this evening, attacking you with their collective big dick energy. Seriously, it was enough to have you ruining your panties.
Bucky in his black on black suit, sans tie, top two buttons undone, hair slicked back and day old stubble along his jaw. Steve with his hair in a perfect deep gentleman's cut, well trimmed beard adorning his face, donning a dark blue three piece suit, complete with striped tie and pocket square. Let’s not forget Thor, looking very much the modern day King, in a deep teal blazer, gray slacks, a white button down with the top three buttons undone and blonde locks loosely pulled back into a low bun.
Seriously you’re going to have to channel all of this lust into your vocals so you can even the playing field. Let the show begin.
The house lights dim, signaling the main show is about to begin. Sy has moved to sit with the band that surrounds a single vintage microphone, placed dead center of the stage.
The lights go out for a brief moment before a lone spot light illuminates you, with your black stiletto nails wrapped so carefully around the mic. Dream A Little Dream Of Me begins to play and your sultry haunting voice starts to fill the space.
Your eyes drift through the crowd. Pulling the guests in with your subtle seductive movements. You finally allow yourself to look toward the section you know your men are occupying and zone in on the three of them. You can clearly see this particular song is having an effect on Bucky and Steve. It is a song from their glory days afterall. Thor just seems enticed with your body as you move along to the music and he sips on the amber liquid in his glass.
Not one to shy away from a moment to tease your men when they have no other choice but to wait patiently until they can have you to themselves, you keep your eyes locked on your Super Soldiers as you near the end of your first song of the night.
“Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me”
As the last note is finished, a saccharine sweet smile adorns your face as you address the club.
“Welcome everyone to Chanticleers. You can call me Honey. I’ll be your songstress for the evening. For those new faces among the crowd, let me tell ya a bit about what we do here.” You keep your gaze on the section full of superheroes and their guests as you elaborate.
“Our little Jazz Club. Or speakeasy. Quite honestly both terms fit the bill.” The room chuckles at your little joke. “Chanti’s is a place to forget about the world outside for a bit and escape to another time and place. That time and place can be whatever you need it to be in your mind's eye. We just provide a starting point for some and a special place for others.”
Tony looks intrigued as you continue on. “You’re in for a treat tonight, if I do say so myself. You have already had the pleasure of meeting one of our band members, Sy, as he graced the stage by his lonesome for the first time to provide you with ambiance before we got started tonight. Let’s give him a nice round of applause for keeping you heathens happy while I got suited and booted for tonight.” Sy glares daggers your way and just shakes his head while the audience claps for him.
“He really was wonderful, wasn't he, ladies? Before I get sidetracked, tonight's Big Band Night. What’s that you say? Well every song performed tonight, no matter the decade or genre, will be done in a 40s/50s style. So grab a drink, make sure your dance partner is near and let’s get on with the show.”
The band starts playing a jazzy rendition of Hit ‘Em Up Style.
The section containing your men and their friends watches on captivated as you play around with an early 2000’s classic. Being sassy and coy while delivering lyrics about getting revenge on a cheating ex, as the dance floor in front of you begins to fill with couples. You begin to do a little impromptu scatting, Steve and Bucky share a quick look with each other, clearly communicating something without words.
Bucky leans over and whispers in Steve’s ear. “Weren’t expecting her to throw you back to the dance halls, were ya pal?” He shakes his head no in response. “Don’t worry, it did the same thing to me the first time too. She truly is a wet dream personified. Let me guess? We’re only on the second song of the night and your dick is probably already making your pants uncomfortable.” Again he nods. “Thought so. We can show her how much we appreciated her performance later. Maybe she’ll give us a private encore.”
The song ends with you giving a wink to Steve as you walk to the piano with the mic in your hand.
“This one’s for the lovers out there.” You hop up onto the piano lid as the first chords of a sweet tempoed version of All of Me commences.
You croon softly atop the piano for about half of the song before you proceed to make your way back to the mic stand and really throw your voice into the end of this ballad.
“Give me all of you, oh
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginnin'
Even when I lose, I'm winnin'
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you
I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh-oh”
“So you’re telling me, that the hot chick with a voice up there is dating not only Thor but Steve and Bucky as well?” Quill asks Brunhilde.
“Yes Quill. That’s precisely what I’m telling you. Now would you quiet down so I can continue to enjoy the show?” She quips back.
“Continue to undress Honey’s former paramour with your eyes is more like it. Brunhilde you are looking at him like, what’s that phrase Honey likes to use? Ah yes…like a snack.” Thors jests at the Valkyrie.
“He is quite a feast for the eyes. Never you mind where mine wander too. Keep yours on that delectable little siren of yours. I can see why she needs three of you.” She cracks back.
“Who’s all ready to show off those dancing skills? There’s a man back there I know for fact could show you lot a thing or two about how to woo a woman on the dance floor. I also know a man back there who thinks his hips are a god's gift to women. So I say…why don't we have a little dance off? What do you think?” You question the crowd but your focus is on a smirking Bucky and shock faced Sam.
“I know she is not saying that Tin Man can best me on the dance floor.” The aghast Falcon replies.
“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what she’s saying. Don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of your lady friend Sam. Maybe you should sit this one out and let Buck give the room a lesson.” Nat instigates.
“Oh hell naw. Buck get up. We’re doing this. You’re going down old man.” Sam grabs his date and heads to the floor.
“Did ya really have to rial him up so much Nat? For that, you’re going to be my partner. For once, please just follow my lead.” He chuckles and holds out his hand for her to take as they make their way to the dance floor.
“Looks like my challenge has been accepted. Sy if you wouldn’t mind…”
A little dramatic piano intro begins followed quickly by your sultry voice.
“Heeeeeyyyy. Yeeeaaaah. I wanna shoop baaaaabaaaabbbyyy yeah huh.”
The band swings in as you begin to rap along to this Big Band version of Salt ‘n Peppa’s Shoop. A stunned Sam fumbles to grab his date as Buck and Nat have already begun to swing to the up tempo beat.
The audience is going wild watching Bucky do his thing while Sam tries to keep up. Others have joined in on the fun but Steve can’t keep his eyes off you as you dance and play along on stage and with the crowd, cheering Bucky on. How the hell did I get so lucky to share this woman with my best friends. She has no idea what is going to be in store for her tonight.
Bucky tosses Nat in the air and catches her just as you're ending the song.
“I like what ya do. When ya dooo. I like it…when ya… shoooooooo….OOOOOOOOp…yeah yeah!”
The audience erupts in cheers as Bucky places Nat down and grins over at Sam. “Not so old now am I?”
“Whatever man. You only won cus this is your decade.” Sam pouts.
You shake your head and get the room's attention again. “ Wooo wee was that something. Thank you for that, really. Now we’re starting to near the end of tonight’s set. I think after that high it’s best that we slow it down and ease on into the rest of your night. Here’s some Rihanna to ease that burn Sammy.” You wink at the pride wounded man as Sy strikes up the beginning chords to Love On The Brain.
Only you and Sy are lit with a spotlight as you lose yourself in the song and lyrics. Your feelings leaking out into the room as you think about your men. Such different temperaments and styles of dominant male and yet it's the perfect combination for you. Thor with his sweet soft Caring Dom vibes. Bucky with his intense Primal Dom urges. Let’s not forget that perfect Gentleman Dom that is Steve. They are everything you need and more.
You make sure to maintain eye contact with the three of them as you serenade the audience.
“Don't you stop loving me (loving me)
Don't quit loving me (loving me)
Just start loving me (loving me)
Oh, and baby I'm fist fighting with fire
Just to get close to you
Can we burn something, babe?
And I run for miles just to get a taste
Must be love on the brain
That's got me feeling this way (feeling this way)
It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good
And I can't get enough
Must be love on the brain yeah
And it keeps cursing my name (cursing my name)
No matter what I do, I'm no good without you
And I can't get enough
Must be love on the brain”
Their eyes don't stop devouring you once. As you finish the song you're a bit of a panting mess. You’re most definitely keyed up and ready to be off this stage and surrounded by your men. Two more songs to go and then the real fun can begin.
They all unconsciously take a sip of their matching amber drinks at the same time. A glint of mischief in all their eyes.
“We’re taking it back this time. A nice little moment to hold your dearest and sway on the dance floor. Come on down. Don't be shy. Now’s your chance to hold them extra close and work your magic.”
You perform Billie Holidays version of It Had To Be You with such a calm cool ease. You’ve been singing this song since you were little. It’s become second nature to you. Watching all the couples on the dance floor warms your heart. It allows you to quickly transition to the next song.
“Lovers. Remain where you are as we bring the tempo up a bit.”
The band plays a 40s swing cover of Still Into You. It’s light and fun and sweet. Like all the couples cuddled up on the dance floor.
“Some things just, some things just make sense
And one of those is you and I (Hey)
Some things just, some things just make sense
And even after all this time (Hey)
I'm into you, baby, not a day goes by
That I'm not into you”
Once the song ends, as always you introduce the band before singing your last song. You notice Brunhilde hasn't kept her eyes off Sy all night. I see you spying my former Viking B and I don't blame you.
It’s finally time to end your set and leave the patrons of this lovely establishment to venture off on their own adventures for the rest of the night.
“Tonight has been a blast and I hope that we’ve been able to provide you with the escape you needed. We have one last song for you tonight before you head out on your merry way. But don't be surprised if it has you coming back for more.” A devilish smile illuminates your face as you perform your final seduction of the night.
“I put a spell on you because you're mine
You better stop the things that you do
I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin'
I just can't stand it babe
The way you're always runnin' 'round
I just can't stand it, the way you always put me down
I put a spell on you because you're mine
I put a spell on you because you're mine
You better stop the things that you do
I ain't lyin', no, I ain't lyin'
I just can't stand it babe
The way you're always runnin' 'round
I just can't stand it, the way you always put me down
I put a spell on you because you're mine
I put a spell on you. I put a spell on you
I put a spell on you. I put a spell on you”
It’s as if you really did put a spell on the crowd. The room is full of hungry eyes and pent up tension that needs a release. Just the way you like to end a night.
“Once again, I’m Honey, your resident songstress. Thank you for giving me your time and attention. Goodnight everyone.”
You blow the crowd a kiss as the lights go out and you hurry backstage while you wait for the crowd to dissipate. Downing some much needed water as your manager approaches you to let you know that Tony Stark has decided that he doesn’t want his night to end here and has rented out the club for the rest of the night so he and his friends can “continue the party with some privacy”. He’s even paying extra for any band member that wishes to stay and play if they are needed.
Of course Mr. Money Bags rented out the club. Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a chance to actually dance with my men and have some fun. I really have missed them.
After a touch up to your makeup and finalizing who in the band is staying, you’re ready to head back out and enjoy the rest of your night. It’s been a long 2 weeks without your men and limited contact. Plus you’re kind of excited to introduce them to Sy. Knowing Nat, she most likely already stirred the pot and dropped the little fact that he’s your ex fuckbuddy who you’re still close to.
Speaking of the grizzly bear of a Southern gentleman, he’s heading your way.
“Hey Sugar. Ya ready for all that hullabalu out there? Should I be concerned that I’m gonna get a super hero beat down from your men or just an interrogation?” He gives you his arm to latch onto as you make your way down the hall out into the main room.
“Honestly, I don't quite know Sy. They’re fine sharing with each other and they aren't much of the jealous type. It’s not like we’re still fucking. I think Tony may give you more trouble than them. Maybe even Sam. Although I’m sure there will be questions. They are a nosy bunch. Answer them however you see fit. I have nothing to hide. But I can only speak for me. If I know my men the way I think I do, ya’ll might just end up best friends sharing stories before the night is over.” You laugh out and smile brightly at the scruffy mountain of a man.
The scene you walk into is one you are actually familiar with by this point in your relationship. The room is full of raucous laughter and chatter as the Avengers and Guardians let themselves enjoy a night free of responsibility.
You find your men sitting at a booth. Steve and Thor are engaged in a conversation with Brunhilde while Sam and Bucky bicker about that dance off. Cleary Sam is still bitter that he lost.
Bucky catches your eye as you approach them, still on Sy’s arm.
“Hey there sweetness. You were amazing tonight as always.” At his greeting, the rest of the table turns your way with grins on their faces.
“You most certainly were Doll. Brought back some memories for me and most certainly created some new and hopefully future ones.” Steve comments with a wink and a smirk.
“And you looked ravishing as always, my Queen.” Thor imparts with his panty melting smile.
You feel heat begin to rise in your cheeks and core at the praise you’ve just received. These suave bastards know just what they’re doing.
“Why thank you boys. I do aim to please.” You give a little curtsy.
Bucky lifts his glass and stares you deep in the eyes with his heated gaze. “Oh you most certainly hit the mark babygirl.”
He maintains eye contact as he takes a sip of his drink, quirking one brow.
You swallow back a whimper as you remain clutched to Sy’s arm. “What ya got in that glass Sarg?”
He crooks two of his metal fingers at you in a come hither fashion as he answers you. “Why don’t you let go of your former fuckbuddy and come over here and find out.”
You unlatch yourself from Sy and proceed over to Bucky, who wraps his metal arm around your waist and pulls you down onto his lap. Before you have a chance to get comfortable he leans in and kisses you. Running his tongue along your bottom lip for entrance, until you open up and get the first taste of whiskey on his tongue. There’s no holding back the small moan at this point.
He knows what getting that second hand taste of that particular beverage does to you. You begin to melt as the kiss gets deeper and a little more heated. You completely forget you're in a room full of people at your place of work. Sam clearing his throat knocks you both out of your lust drunk stupor.
“That’s one way to mark your territory.” Sam snarks before turning to Sy. “Hey man, I’m Sam. I am not attached to Honey in any way other than being a friend to these knuckleheads. You’re Sy right?” He reaches his hand out.
“That would be correct. Nice ta meet ya.” Sy shakes his hand then proceeds to reach over you to Bucky. “Syverson but you can call me Sy. I presume your James Barnes?”
They shake hands. “Bucky is fine man. Nice to put a face to the name.”
“Likewise.” He turns to Steve next. “I know a fellow Captain when I see one. Nice to meet you, Captain Rogers.”
“Fellow Captain huh? You retired?” They shake hands.
“Been out for about three years now. Was ready for a slower pace ta life. This one definitely helped with that transition.” He nods his head towards you.
“I’m sure she did.” He smirks and sets off butterflies in your stomach.
“You must be the God of Thunder himself. Nice to meet your acquaintance, your majesty.” Sy bows his head to Thor as you let out a giggle. Both from the action and from the fingers Bucky was softly teasing up your side.
“No need for all that. Thor is just fine, former paramour of my Queen’s. I agree with James. It is nice to put a face to the name we’ve recently heard about.” He boasts in his usual jovial fashion.
He catches Brunhilde watching him with a lustful gaze at this point. “And who is this lovely woman?”
“Brunhilde. You did great work up there. I rather enjoyed it.”
She reaches out her hand and he grabs it to set a kiss upon her knuckles. “You’re very welcome.”
Of course Sam just has to break the building sexual tension with his nosy ass tendencies. “I’d ask how you know Honey girl, but Nat filled us in on the jet about your prior friends with benefits status. So I’ll ask instead how ya’ll met?”
The glare you gave him could melt an iceberg.
Sy just shakes his head at your reaction. “I’m fine telling that story. But Imma need a seat and a drink to properly tell it.” He grabs a chair from a nearby table and spins it around so that he can straddle it with his massive thighs. Laying a thick forearm on the back he waves and shouts over at Calista the only bartender remaining. “Hey Darlin can you grab our usual? Make mine a double and bring a glass of water with Sugar’s Hot Toddy please. Thanks.”
Steve arches a brow and cocks his head to the side. “Sugar?”
Sy breaks out in a smug smile. “Yeah. That’s what I’ve always called her. Sweet as sugar. Wild as fire. I get why you lot and everyone else calls her Honey though. Be good to her and she gives you nothing but sweetness. Fuck with her and she’ll sting. It is what it is.”
You smile sweetly at him while all three of your men nod along to his reasoning as Calista places your drinks down and pats Sy on the shoulder. “Need anything else just let me know.”
“Alright you’ve got your drink and a seat. Spill mountain man.” Sam impatiently rushes out. “I feel like this is a good story and I can’t wait to see Tin Man here squirm.”
You just roll your eyes at his antics.
Chuckling Sy begins. “Sugar and I met one night about two and a half years back. I was just six months out of the Army back then and trying to adjust to civilian life and all the excess down time I had. My friends dragged me out of my apartment to a bar called Loomis’ for the night. Apparently it was this crazy bar with 90s Horror memorabilia all over the walls and a huge picture of Billy Loomis from Scream licking food colored corn syrup from his fingers over the back of bar, where the all female bartenders, who were ‘fucking smoking’, would get up on the bar and dance throughout the night.”
You can’t help but chime in. “ My good friend and former dancer, Eli, owned it. She was short staffed and asked me to fill in since it was a busy night and I used to work there when I was broke and needed quick cash. I kind of missed the chaos so I agreed.”
“Right. Well that little tidbit I did not know. Thanks Sugar. Anyways. I was enjoying my time and the place was packed. Somehow me and my buddys made it up close to the bar. Then I see this wild fire of a woman climb up on the bar with two of the other bartenders and point to the jukebox. I’m assuming security or someone else on staff, keys in a number and Joan Jett’s I Love Rock ‘N Roll starts playing. This little firecracker starts singing along and swaying her hips and putting on quite the little show with her fellow coworkers. I’m still not convinced nothing ever happened between the three of you.”
You burst out laughing. Almost choking on your drink. “The three of us? No. Me and T? The Tyra banks look alike? Oh yeah. Something happened between us before.” You send him a wink as Bucky lightly growls in your ear and pulls you tighter to his chest.
“See, I knew there was history there somewhere. Where was I? Oh. Yeah. While she was dancing on top of the bar with the girls, holding the whole bar's attention, some dumbass guy grabbed her ankle. When she went to kick him off, he just grabbed her harder. Which I assume is what made her lose her balance and start to fall into the crowd. Lucky for her I was up close and she landed right into my arms. She gave me this damn smile full of sugar and fire before opening that pouty mouth and blessing me with her speaking voice. If I remember correctly it was something along the lines of ‘My bearded knight. Will you excuse me one moment?’ To which I promptly set her down cus he looked like a woman on a mission.”
“I most certainly was. Drunken asshole.” You’re getting fired up just thinking about the jerk that night.
Everyone is very into Sy’s telling of your first meeting. Curious to see what happens next.
“Well she proceeds to walk over to the asshole who grabbed her, who’s high fiving his friends, and taps him on the shoulder. This is what I hear…
“Hi. Remember me. The girl you just grabbed on the bar.”
“Yeah baby. I was trying to get your attention. You looked like you’d be up for a dirty fuck in the bathroom.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Too bad”
“Too bad what?”
“That you wont be able to to fuck anybody for a while.”
“What?”
She then proceeds to knee him in the balls. As he bends over in pain cursing her out she leans in and tells him ‘Dont touch what does not belong to you.’ Then she cocks back and knocks him on his ass with a right hook.” Sy is laughing so hard there's tears coming out of his eyes.
The knowing looks on your men say it all though. They would have loved to watch you lose it like that. Dirty boys.
“He had it coming.” You impart with pride. He disrespected you and needed to be taught a lesson that would stick.
“That he did Sugar. So she turns and walks back over to me all sweet as sugar again. Can’t even tell she just laid a grown man out and goes ‘Hi. You can call me Honey. Thank you for saving me from a losing battle with gravity. Next round is on me.’ Now she had no need to thank me but I wasn't going to turn down free booze from a pretty lady. I told her my name and we headed to the bar. Where I stayed until closing where she ended up pulling me into the backroom for a quick thank you blow job followed up by her continued thanks all night long back at her place. It was so damn good and I wasnt looking for anything serious at the time so we become fuck buddys.”
“Damn girl. I knew you were bad ass but seriously I underestimated you. You’re not fuck buddies now though. Why is that? And how did she get you this job?” Sam questions further.
“Christ Sam can you be any more fucking nosy? You guys don't have to answer that. He’s just trying to stir the pot and make Buck jealous or whatever.” Steve proclaims.
“It’s fine Stevie. I have no shame. And neither does Sy. As far as getting him this job it was rather simple. I found out he could sing one night when I had actually stayed over because I knocked right out after our session. I got up because the bed was cold from him having left it. I assume his PTSD triggered a nightmare and I found him strumming his guitar while singing Elvis in the living room in the dark. I watched him for a bit before I joined in with a harmony and told him he should work at the club with me. It might be a good form of healing for him. And well, now he opened for the first time tonight.” You beam a radiant smile at him. So happy of the progress he’s made.
“As for why we no longer have the benefits of our friendship, that’s easy. I don’t share. I am way too possessive and jealous of a partner. I knew if we continued on or took it further than fuck buddys I would just end up hurting her by holding her back. She’s not monogamous. And that’s okay. She should be allowed to love whoever and however many people she wants if everyone is happy. So we decided to step back from the sexual aspect of our relationship and never looked back. Plus the moment you two walked into this club with the red head and I saw the look in her eyes, I knew she was hooked before you even said hello. I wasn't going to stop that and I’m glad I didn't. I’ve never seen her so happy. So thank you for taking care of her like she deserves. I know she added you on a bit ago Captain Rogers but your included in my thanks as well.”
“Man ya’ll are no fun. Who would have thought the Viking looking former Captain would be all polite and thankful. This is bullshit.” Sam argues.
“I rather like them rough and strong on the outside, ready to take on any war. While being soft and humble on the inside. Makes for a devoted lover and warrior. A rare find, even throughout the nine realms.” Brunhilde confesses while staring Sy deep in his eyes.
“I’m going to go find my date and reclaim my dancing rights and maybe sing some karaoke. All you lovers enjoy yourselves.” Sam walks off to indeed find his date who he left with Sharon.
“Now that storytime is over and I’ve properly soothed my post show throat I am going to head to the dressing room and get out of this show garb and into something more comfy to party in. Don’t get into too much trouble trying to harass Sy boys.” You start to get off of Bucky's lap as he grips your hand.
“Actually sweetness, I need to hit the head so I’ll come with.” He pulls himself up and follows you out into the hall that leads to the dressing rooms and restrooms.
You’re leaned over the vanity in your lingerie, one hand pressed against the surface and the other applying a fresh coat of crimson to your plump lips when you hear the door to the dressing room open. A normal occurrence around here. Plus you have nothing to be ashamed of, you know how this set makes your body look.
At the dual sensation of warm flesh and cool metal you look up into the mirror to see a pair of Steel Gray eyes staring down at your thong and garter covered derriere between his palms.
“See something you like, Sir?” You roll your hips slowly from side to side, watching his head follow the movement in the mirror.
“Oh sweetness. You know I do. A fucking garter belt. Are you trying to give Stevie and I a heart attack? After watching you perform like our own personal goddamn Billie Holiday I come to find you were hiding all this under that simple dress. You know how down right feral I can be babygirl. It’s taking everything I have not to ravage you right now.”
“Who on earth said you had to hold back, Sir? This Belle loves when her Beast loses control.”
That earns you a growl and a smack to your ass. “That fucking mouth. Always have something smart to say.” He leans in and wraps his flesh hand around your throat, feeling your pulse throb against his palm as he whispers in your ear. “There it is. That little spike of adrenaline. You enjoy being my prey don’t you babygirl? Bet your little thong is drenched already.”
He glides his hand down to the waistband of your panties and slips it inside, teasing along your weeping slit. “Mmm. That’s what I thought.” He spreads your slick around your folds, teasing your hood, before pulling his hand out and placing his shining fingers in front of your mouth.
“Open.” Your lips part automatically. “Clean them” Catching his eyes in the mirror you wrap your lips around his digits and suck them clean of your essence. “Good girl. Turn around.”
You rise up and spin to face him. He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back, attacking you with a savage kiss. Taking your breath away. He quickly pulls back, releasing your hair. “Jump.”
As soon as your feet leave the floor, Bucky has your thighs in his grip and is moving towards the chaise along the wall. With the speed of a Super Soldier and the softness of a man in love, he deposits you on the cushions. Pushing your torso back against the pillows and pulling your hips to the edge.
He spreads your thighs wide. “Keep them there. Understand?”
You nod your head. “Yes, Sir.”
He bites his lip as he pulls your thong to the side and gets a look at your glistening cunt. “As much as I would love to take you apart piece by piece right here. There’s a party going on I know you want to enjoy. So for now, I’m just gonna get my fill of this sweet little pussy on my tongue.”
He plunges two metal fingers in right as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Not wasting any time with teasing. He wants your come spilling over onto his tongue as soon as possible. The way he’s devouring your pussy is nothing short of ferocious. Everytime he growls, it hits your clit like a vibrator set to pulse.
All you can do is run a hand through his hair and hold on tight. His metal fingers are zeroed in on that spongy sweet spot that makes you forget how to form words.
“Come on baby. I can feel how close you are. Give it to me. Soak my fucking face.”
He increases the speed of his fingers and sucks your clit back into his mouth.
You're so lost in your pleasure that you don’t hear the opening of the door as Sam walks in looking for the restroom. He stops in his tracks, shocked from the scene unfolding in front of him.
With a firm suck and a twitch of his fingers Bucky has you screaming out as you come on his tongue. Riding out your high on his face.
You hear a muttered “Nasty ass cant even wait til we get home to have his girl. Dirty old man.” before the shuffling of feet making a hasty retreat.
Removing his head from between your legs, Bucky quickly pulls himself out of his slacks and pushes into your still quivering walls, setting you off once more.
“Fuck babygirl. You feel so good squeezing my cock like that.” Without giving you much of a chance to adjust to his girth he sets a punishing pace.
It’s quick and dirty and everything you were missing with him being gone on a mission. This was your favorite part of being with Bucky. When he just let go and let the Beast out. Taking what he wanted, when he wanted.
You were nothing more than a whimpering and moaning mess as he pounded you into the chaise lounge. Your pussy clamping down on him once more as another intense orgasm took over your body.
Being led by his instinctive need to breed you he pulls you up by the back of your head and bites down on your lip as his cock thickens and he releases rope after rope of seed deep inside you.
As soon as he is spent, he collapses on top of you as you both try and catch your breath.
“Guess Sam will think twice before opening any random doors now huh Thor?” You hear the unmistakable voice of one Steven Grant Rogers.
“Serves him right, Captain. Although I quite enjoyed the show myself.” Thor answers.
“That was something special alright. Never knew you could lose it like that Buck. You were like some kind of wild beast.” Your Captain imparts with a look of awe on his face.
“Yeah, well you can blame it all on this Beauty. She’s the only one that can tame it as well as set it free without repercussions.” He looks upon you with nothing but love in his steel grays at his declaration.
“Well I love you and your beast.” You give him a gentle kiss. “Now can you please remove your heavy self from on top of me so that I can get dressed, reapply my lipstick and we can head back out to your friends. I’m officially off for the next week and I would like to start making use of it.”
“Of course sweetness. But you're walking around the rest of the night with my cum inside you. I don't care if it leaks into your thong. You are not to clean it up. You hear me?”
“Yes, Sir.” You quickly reply as he removes himself from inside you and puts your thong back in place.
“Possessive bastard.” Steve laughs out as he walks towards the chaise to help you get up.
“Damn right I am. Even if I do share her with you two assholes.” You all laugh.
“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you dressed.”
With some help from your Captain, you successfully look put back together in your simple black sleeveless dress with hip high slits up the front. You’ve lost the bra but kept the garter belt and thong. You love the looks that cross your mens faces each time your garter is exposed as you walk and move around.
Entering back into the main room your eyes instantly make contact with Nat on the dance floor, trying to get Banner to relax and move with her in more than just the swaying of middle schoolers at their first dance. The current music playing was no help either. Clearly a Guardian had requested some sick jams from the 80s. And while you had no problems rocking out with the best of them, this dress called for dancing and nothing was going to stop you from doing just that.
As your men watch their friends making fools of themselves on the dance floor you make your way to the booth you all were at before. The same booth that Sy and Brunhilde were still sat, conversing and sharing a beer.
“First off. That dress looks amazing on you B. Second, I’m going to need to steal Sy here for just a bit. You're more than welcome to join us of course if you don't wish to sit alone. I need him on stage to help me liven up this place to the correct level.” The grin that adorns your face can only be described as trouble.
“Based on your own outfit change, I certainly wouldn't want to miss how you achieve that. I’m sure it has something to do with all those Siren like abilities of yours. I’ll make myself comfortable next to his majesty. That way you’ll know where to find me when you're done Sy and we can continue on with our night.” Brunhilde winks and grazes her palm against his chest as she saunters by on her way to stand with Thor.
“Alright Sugar. I know that look. And I know that dress. What is it that you need me to do?”
“It’s simple really. I want to dance with my men and put a certain bird brain in his place as well. And I need you so I can do just that. Only you know just what to play to get this body moving.”
“That I do, Sugar. Leave it up to Dante and Me.” He kisses your cheek and proceeds to get up on stage and whisper into Dante’s ear before sitting in front of the piano. He begins to play Robin Thicke’s “Everything I Can’t Have”. Dante begins to deliver the smooth lyrics with all his latin flair.
Bucky wastes no time in pulling you out onto the dance floor and taking the lead in a salsa you’ve both done a hundred times before. The man really is a great dancer. You wink at Nat as you swing on by and notice Sam pulling his date close and trying to copy you and Buck.
“Nice try Sammy but you're never going to best us. We’re not even trying.” You laugh out as you continue on having a good time with your favorite Sargent.
Steve’s eyes have not left your figure as your lead around by his best friend. Shimmying and moving your hips to the beat, a smile plastered on your face. Now normally he would be content with just letting Bucky have his fun with you on the dance floor, but tonight he feels like showing off a bit himself. The White Wolf isn't the only one with skills on the dance floor.
He moves across the dance floor, cutting around couples and spinning Nat as she dances past. Bucky, having noticed Steve’s approach, spins you out away from him. You feel a warm hand grasp yours and a commanding “Come here, Doll” as you're pulled close to Steve, who takes the lead, not missing a step. Bucky has disappeared in the crowd somewhere.
“I didn't know you could Salsa, Captain.” You smile up at him.
“I’m full of surprises sweetheart.” He winks as takes it up a notch, really showing off. You instinctively follow his lead as he manipulates your body to the beat. The whole room is captivated as you move across the dance floor like you’ve been dancing together like this for years. As the song crescendos he dips you low and slowly pulls your body back up to him as his nose traces your throat. You’re mesmerized by his ocean eyes for a moment before you smirk and turn to make your way back to Bucky.
Steve was having none of that though. He chases you, catching your hand and spinning you back into his chest where he plants a mind melting kiss on your lips. That’s when Sam and his date make their way over. You can't help but laugh at how hard he’s trying to hold it together that not one, but two old men put his dancing skills to shame tonight.
You’re just so damn happy that you don't even care to embarrass him more. You continue to dance and follow Steve’s lead until the song ends and you're dipped once more.
Safely back in Steve’s embrace you feel cool metal run down along your spine and a soft kiss against the nape of your neck before words are whispered in your ear. “I think it’s about time for us to continue this party somewhere private, babygirl. We’ve shared you long enough. There’s a car waiting out front for us. Time to say Goodnight to everyone.”
“Yes, Sir.” You nod your head and make your rounds, saying goodbye to your friends as quickly as you can. Temperature rising as you feel three sets of eyes leaving heated trails all over your body.
Thor is waiting by the door with your things. “Ready, My Queen? Barnes and Rogers are waiting in the vehicle for us”
“Let’s not keep them waiting longer than shall we, My King.” You place your hand in his as he escorts you to the waiting town car.
The sexual tension between the four of you has hit its boiling point and toppled over as you make your trek back to the compound. Thank the Gods this particular town car had a partition or the driver would most certainly be getting an eye full.
As it was, Bucky had his phone out, making himself a little home movie of the debauchery unfolding before him.
You currently had your head in Thor’s lap, lips wrapped around his cock, bobbing along making quite a mess of his dress slacks. Your ass perched up in the air, dress thrown over your hips, stocking and garters on full display. Steve’s thick digits working their magic on your weeping little slit.
He was pulling moans out of you that were vibrating around Thor’s dick lodged down your throat. To say you were on your way to cock drunk was an understatement.
Right as you were about to fall apart on your Captain's fingers, the car slowed to a stop, signaling your arrival at the compound. Instead of letting you finish, Bucky turned off his phone, wrapped his metal fist in your hair and pulled you off of Thor and Steve, settling you in his lap.
You whimpered at the loss of Steve’s fingers. You were so damn close to coming you were delirious.
“Don’t worry babygirl, you’ll get what you want and then some shortly. Thor, take our girl inside to Steve’s room while we deal with the driver. Keep her edged until we get there.”
He places a sweet kiss to your neck as Thor tucks his dick away and zips himself up before exiting the vehicle.
You barely register it as you watch Steve clean your essence from his fingers. Eyes glazed over and breath hitching in your throat. You swallow when he pulls them free of his plush pink lips and winks at you.
“Mmm mm mm. Never can get enough of your sweetness on my tongue, Doll.”
You feel yourself literally swooning in Bucky’s lap at Steve’s declaration.
With a nip to your jaw, Bucky brings you back to the world. “Don’t keep your King waiting, sweetness.”
You absentmindedly nod your head and place your hand in Thor’s waiting palm, allowing him to pull you from the car and lift you up into his arms in a bridal carry.
Arms wrapped around his broad shoulders you can't help but to place kisses all along his jaw and neck as he walks through the compound. He almost doesn't get Steve’s door open when you run your tongue along his collarbone as he asks FRIDAY to be let in.
“Fucking Vixen. What am I going to do with you, my Queen?”
Gazing into his baby blues with so much love and adoration you proclaim. “Why, whatever your heart desires, My King.”
He walks into the bedroom and sits himself on the bed with you straddling his lap. Running your fingers through the loose strands of his golden hair you place a kiss on his forehead. “Hi, Puppy. I missed you.”
Pulling your close in a tight embrace he kisses the dip between your collarbones. “As have I, my love.”
You lift his face to yours and give him a deep kiss. It starts out sweet and slow, but before long, it’s full of fire and heat. Hands roaming, removing clothing and hips grinding against each other. You raise up on your knees so that he can remove his pants and boxer briefs.
Having discarded the garments, he pulls you back down onto his lap, barriers no longer in the way, to carry on with your heated makeout session.
You can hear a door open and close, signaling the return of your other men, but you pay it no mind as you continue to lose yourself in the Golden God underneath you.
“Would you look at that, she kept the stockings and garters on Buck.”
“That she did. She’s been such a good girl for us tonight without even trying. I think she’s earned herself a reward of her choosing. Would you like that babygirl?”
You remove your lips from Thor’s and turn to the brunette removing his shirt to your left. “Please, Sir. I would very much like that.”
“So polite too. Okay babygirl. What is it you would like?”
Glancing quickly at both Thor and Steve, you lock eyes with his steel grays. “I want to be surrounded in sunshine, Sir, with a white wolf chaser.”
All three men groan out simultaneously.
Steve steps closer to you, places a finger under your chin and raises it to face him. “Surrounded in sunshine huh? Exactly who do you want where, Doll?”
“I want to ride my King while you fuck my ass from behind Captain.”
“And where will I be, sweetness?” Bucky chimes in on your other side.
You turn to face him and lick your lips in anticipation. “Fucking my face of course, Sir. I want all my holes stuffed full. Need you all to use me for your pleasure. Please.” You can’t help but pout as you plead for what you want.
He runs his metal thumb across your bottom lip. “No need to pout babygirl. You’ll get what you want. Stevie, grab the lube I know you keep stocked in your nightstand. Thor, you heard what she wants. Let her ride that hammer of yours while Stevie preps her.”
“With pleasure.” Thor grabs your cheeks, pulling you away from Bucky’s fingers and placing his kiss swollen lips to yours as he lies back on the bed, taking you with him. “Show them just how worthy you are, My Queen.”
You grind down on his turgid length, coating him in the slick leaking from your slit until you feel the vibration of his growl against your peaked nipples as he stills your hips with one of his massive hands. With the other, he grabs his dick, teasing your clit with the tip, pulling a whine from you that is cut short as he lines up and thrusts, sinking his thickness deep inside you.
Your head falls back and your spine arches as you push yourself up and undulate your hips, burying his cock even deeper. Three sets of lust blown eyes are following your every move as you swivel and bounce on Thor’s own mighty hammer. Losing yourself in the ebb and flow of your own little private show being put on for their eyes only.
Worked up and ready to be inside you himself, Steve, having retrieved the lube and sufficiently coated himself in it, walks up to the edge of the bed. Placing a hand to the middle of your spine and a kiss behind your ear, he whispers his command.
“You look so fucking sexy riding him, Doll. Be a good girl and lean forward for me so I can join in on the fun. You don't look stuffed enough yet.” The warm palm in the middle of your back helps push you down until you're laying flush with Thor’s chest.
He then proceeds to trail his lube covered fingers along your stretched out lips, gathering the slick that continues to pour out of you with one hand as the other grabs a cheek and spreads you out, exposing your puckered little hole. He runs his coated fingers around your hole teasingly before slowly adding more pressure until he is able to get first one, then two fingers inside you. Opening you up little by little as Thor shallowly thrusts inside you.
“You’re doing so good sweetheart. I’m gonna add another finger. Open you up a bit further so you can take me nice and deep. Just focus on how good it feels, Doll.”
He works his third finger into you and proceeds to scissor them all and open you up further until you can take them with ease and are a whimpering mess on Thor’s chest. As he pulls them out, you whine at the feeling of emptiness left behind.
He grabs a cheek in each hand and spreads you out as Thor stills inside you. Lining himself up he breaches your tight little hole. “Relax, Doll. Take a deep breath for me.”
You do as you're told and on your exhale your tight ring of muscle relaxes and Steve sinks in deep. “Fuck. So tight. How ya feeling Doll?”
You can feel the haze of overwhelming pleasure start to take over your body. Before you lose yourself to it you’re able to get a few words out. “Full, Captain. So full. Need Sir too.”
You hear a groan to the left of you from Bucky. “Oh babygirl. You’ll be getting me soon enough. Why don't you enjoy your golden boys for a bit. You know how much I love to watch you come undone.”
“Yes, Sir.” Those are the only words you are able to process and speak as Thor and Steve begin to pull out and thrust into you, never leaving you empty. As one retreats the other pushes in. It’s a rhythm that seems to be second nature to them at this point in your relationship. They all know how to play you like a well strung violin. Pulling moans, whimpers and orgasms from you like notes on a page. Creating songs and entire symphonies from your carnal passion.
Your body is so keyed up and overloaded in pleasure that it doesn't take long before you are crying out and clenching down on the cocks lodged inside you as you fall over the edge into a blissful climax. Head buried in Thor’s chest as tears begin to flow from your eyes at the overwhelming ecstasy.
“That’s it, my sweet. I love it when you squeeze me so tight, trying to milk my cock of it’s seed.” He lifts your head from his chest and places a tender kiss to your forehead as he, along with Steve, continue to slowly thrust into you, allowing you a moment of reprieve.
He wipes a stray tear away with his thumb. “How are you feeling, My Queen?”
You’re just coherent enough to get out a few words. “So good. Need more. Want Sir. More full. Please”
All three men chuckle at your clearly cockdrunk state. Thor turns to Bucky who is sitting beside him on the bed. “She wants her White Wolf chaser now Barnes. I think she’s more than earned it. Are you going to gift her with it?”
“I couldn't dream of denying her anything right now.” He pulls himself up until he is kneeling before you, cock level with your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue automatically. “Fuck you want my cock bad dont you babygirl? Want me to fuck this pretty little mouth while Thor and Stevie continue to destroy your other little holes huh? Want cum filling up all three of them?”
Mouth still wide, you nod your head as you whimper and squirm, eliciting a growl from Thor and a slap to the ass from Steve.
“Good. I’m not going to go easy on your sweetness. I’m too fucking worked up for that. I can’t guarantee how long I’ll last either because that mouth of yours is fucking dangerous. We’re gonna need you to just relax and let us use you babygirl. Take everything we give you like the good girl you are.”
You lock eyes with him as his flesh hand grabs a hold of your curls and pulls you towards his angry leaking tip. You give it a quick teasing lick before he slides across your tongue and thrusts deep into your throat.
You moan out around his length as you finally feel full and stuffed to the brim. You breathe in through your nose and your body goes pliant as bliss takes over you.
As soon as they all feel your body relax they begin to move. Thor and Steve continue their back and forth rhythm as Bucky sets a pace of his own. What starts out leisurely, quickly becomes deep and hard. The temp increases and before you know it you're screaming out around the dick lodged in your throat as you come apart.
As your pussy and ass squeeze around your golden boys they start to lose their rhythm. Pounding into you erratically as they chase their own highs. Sending you further into your pleasured high, moaning and whimpering around Bucky as he too begins to thrust erratically into your mouth.
“Fuck. That’s it babygirl. Take my cock. I’m so fucking close. Gonna paint those tonsils white and you're gonna swallow every last drop.”
At Bucky’s words you clench around Thor and Steve, setting off a frenzied pace in the both of them as they ride the knife's edge of their own orgasms.
“Fuck Buck, you make her clench around me like that again and her mouth wont be the only thing getting filled.” Steve grits out.
“I agree with Steven. I am close to spilling my seed deep inside her as well.”
Having them talk about filling you up is the spark that lights the match on the fire that is your impending orgasm. You detonate in a blaze of pleasure, almost blacking out from the sheer force of it, taking all three of them along with you.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” It’s Steve who loses it first, hips stuttering until they still with his pelvis smashed to your ass as he groans and empties his balls into your abused little hole. Gripping your ass cheeks so hard you're sure he left bruises behind.
As he begins to pull out his softening cock, pucker clenching trying to pull him back in, Bucky lodges himself in your throat and holds you head steady as he makes good on his promise and coats your tonsils white. “Take it all sweetness. I don't want a drop wasted.” He pulls out once he’s finished and watches on with awe as you swallow every pearly white drop he gave you and present him with an empty throat and tongue.
He pulls you into an intense kiss just as Thor explodes inside of you. You throw your head back and writhe on your King, as he shoots rope after rope of his Godly seed deep into your womb, setting off a minor orgasm in its wake. “Can’t get enough of filling you up. Especially when it sets you off again like that. Come on, my Queen. Milk your King dry.”
He pulls himself up into a seated position and grips your hips as he plunges deeper into your cavern and guides your clit along his pelvis until you come one last time for him, biting down on his shoulder as you convulse in his lap.
You feel cool metal fingers dance along your spine as you come down from your final high. You move your head to the side so that you can look upon the satisfied face of the Winter Soldier. “There she is. Hi babygirl. Feeling a little floaty?” You just nod your head.
“Okay. Steve went to run you a bath. Would you like that sweetness? To let us get you all cleaned up in the bath while you come back to earth?” You nod your head again.
“Alright baby. I’m gonna go help Stevie. Thor will bring you in when we’re ready for you. Just relax with your King okay babygirl?” He kisses your forehead.
“Okay Sir.” You burrow yourself further into Thor’s chest as Bucky heads into the ensuite.
You listen to the steady beat of Thor’s heart as the fog begins to lift from your brain. Rubbing small circles onto your hips you find yourself almost lulled to sleep until Thor speaks. “Do you want me to remove myself from inside you my Queen? Or are you content warming my cock?”
“Mmm. Keep cock warm until bath.” Is your half lucid response.
He chuckles and kisses your head. “Cockwarming it is then.”
You once again find yourself tittering on the edge of consciousness when Steve emerges from the ensuite to let you both know that the bath is ready.
Thor proceeds to stand from the bed with you in his arms, still connected at the pelvis and walk into the bathroom.
“Come on, my sweet. Let’s get you all cleaned up and then you can fall to the whims of sleep and dream away the night.”
You awake the next morning surrounded in heat thanks to Steve and Thor wrapped around either side of you and Bucky using your stomach as a pillow, complete with a metal arm draped over your thigh. As great as being surrounded in their warmth felt, you had a very full bladder due to the two glasses of water that Thor made sure you drank last night during aftercare.
Extracting the pillow from beneath your head, you slowly place it under Bucky’s head and oh so carefully finagle your way out of the pile of muscled bodies that surround you to make your way to relieve your bladder.
Once your business is taken care of, you pad into the walk in closet, headed to the section that Steve dedicated for you. Comfort is key after a night like you had so you proceed to grab your Harley Quinn boyshorts, a pair of white knit leg warmers and an oversized gray sweater. Quickly tossing them on, you grab the empty glass from the nightstand and head out to the common room kitchen, food the only thing on your mind.
Taking your time and strolling along the hall you find Sy coming out of Brunhilde’s favored room at the compound. Seems someone spent the night here himself. You just laugh and lift your hand for a high five, which he gives you after shaking his head at your antics. “Morning Grumpy Bear. Come on, let’s go make breakfast for our sleeping partners and most likely the rest of the compound. These heroes can really put it away and we both know you love to throw down in the kitchen.”
With little convincing Sy follows you into the kitchen where you begin the practiced dance of making a meal, having done this many times together before. It’s comfortable.
You let a whole five minutes go by before you start grilling him on his late night activities.
“So how was the warrior sex?” He just raises a brow at you. “I imagine her intensity is as strong as yours. I think she may just be as possessive as you, if not more. This is gonna be so much fun for me. I can not wait to watch you fall for a Valkyrie! She’s going to eat you alive. Muahahahaha.''
“Sure you're not just jealous Sugar? I remember the type of women you used to bring with you or made us look for when you needed a little something extra.” He smugly states.
He’s not wrong, B is definitely your type. That being said, so is Nat, who you’ve hooked up with in the past when you were doing burlesque and Nat was working undercover at your club. None of the Avengers are aware of that fact though, as far as you know.
Just as you're about to retort, the red head you were just reminiscing about in your head, saunters into the kitchen, along with the rest of the team and your men following in between them.
You catch eyes with the Widow and notice the little smirk plastered on her face. “I know that satisfied look. You have a good night Nat?” You slyly impart.
“You would know, wouldn't you Honey girl, seeing as how your tongue has put it there before.” She just winks at you as she drops that bomb. Grabbing a piece of bacon as she sits herself at the table.
Over half the room is staring slack jawed between the two of you.
“Whoa whoa whoa. You’ve had a night with the black widow and survived?” Sam, the first to shake out of his shock, blurts out.
Nat quickly corrects him. “Nights. She was mine for an entire week. She looks particularly gorgeous all bound in rope and lust drunk. No way I was only having that once.”
Bucky is all the more intrigued at this recent revelation. He knew you were not shy in bed and had no problem exploring his kinks with him. Burlesque was something new that he needed to see for himself. “Burlesque sweetness? Were you dancing or singing?”
Nat answered before you could. “She did both. A vixen on the stage, as always. Made my job easier when she was hypnotizing the marks with her Siren ways.”
“Was that the fact finding mission at A Fall From Grace?” Nat nods at Steve in acknowledgment. “I was wondering what took you so long to complete it.”
“What can I say? She had me swayed with her crazy ways.”
“Crazy ways? What kind of bullshit is that?” Sam, ever the party pooper, chimes in.
“Those were my Quinzel days. Lots of black and red latex and leather. Oh and the best part…my hammer. Well it was more like a mallet but still. I had a whole Morticia Adams and Ghost face routine too. I was the resident creepy queen. My shows could get a little messy.” You boast with a saccharine sweet smile adorning your face as you place the last plate on the table.
“Enough about my past with Nat. Now dig in so I can bombarded you with questions of how the rest of your nights went. I know more than just Sy and B had to have got some.”
“What?!” The table collectively gasps out.
“Why else would he be here helping me make breakfast after they were giving each other fuck me eyes all night. Did you think he came here to join the four of us for a round in bed?” You shrug.
“Yes, actually. That’s exactly what I thought.” Tony exclaims.
You just start hysterically laughing as Sy turns to you. “Are they always like this?”
“With no filter? Sadly, yes. But thankfully for you, B lives on New Asgard and isn't here that often, so if you continue on whatever path it is you two may be going you’ll be spared most of the time.” You pat him on his bearded cheek.
He glances over at Brunhilde, across the table from him and smiles. “Deal.”
“Oh this is gonna be fun to witness.” Nat chuckles out.
“That’s what I said!” You rush out.
“Alright Sugar. Time to eat up and start questioning someone else.” He places a slice of bacon in your mouth to shut you up.
You chew on the salty goodness as you gaze around the table, eyes landing on Sam. “So Sammy? You finally seal the deal with your date or did losing to Bucky doom your fate?”
“You know what you little shit stirrer? I’ll have you know that I am a gentleman and that was only our second date so I didn't push it.”
“So what you're saying is, no. No, you didn't get laid last night. If I knew losing was going to affect you so badly I would have gone easier on you last night.” Bucky relays with the smuggish look on his face.
“Fuck you man. I can beat you any day of the week. You got lucky last night.” An annoyed Sam announces to the table.
“Sure, pal. You heard him Stevie. He spent the night alone in his bed. Pay up.” Steve begrundley reaches into his sweats pocket, pulls out a fifty from his money clip and slaps it onto Bucky's metal palm.
The table erupts in laughter and more money passes hands, as a shocked Sam sits, mouth agape, realizing his closest friends bet against his sex life.
He quickly stands up. “Fuck all ya’ll. Not everyone are sex fiends who can't keep it in their pants.” Grabbing his plate he storms out into the hall.
You yell out behind him. “It’s okay, Sammy. Some of us are just late bloomers.”
The table erupts in laughter once more.
Notes:
1. Haley Reinhart "Dream a Little Dream of Me" (video is no longer on youtube)
2. Hit ‘Em Up Style (Oops!) - Blu Cantrell (Ella Fitzgerald Style Cover) ft. Olivia Kuper Harris
3. All of Me - Vintage Soul John Legend Cover ft. Kiah Victoria
4. Shoop - Salt-N-Pepa (‘50s Little Richard Style Cover) ft. Tia Simone
5. Love On The Brain - Rihanna (Piano & Vocal Cover) ft. Kaeyra
6. Billie Holiday - It Had To Be You (Clef Records 1955)
7. Still Into You - Paramore ('40s Swing Cover) ft. Maris
8. I Put A Spell On You - Nina Simone
If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.
#poc reader#avengers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#thor x reader#thor smut#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers smut#captain sy x reader#captain syverson x reader#avengers au#avengers smut
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In Pursuit of Legends... and Growth
When pursuing the future we all look for different things – stability, companionship, happiness and so much more. Some may chase a particular goal, others go with the flow, while others simply drift, unsure of where to go and what to do. We also all have, at one point or another, experienced some form of hardship, perhaps even times where we felt as if we were engulfed by a dark abyss. But we continue onwards, as tomorrow shall always come and the night will pass, giving you the opportunity to climb out of the abyss and fight for your dawn in whichever way you can. Octopath Traveler II echoes these sentiments throughout its entirety.
This shall (hopefully) be the first part a series of analyses of the 8 Travelers of Octopath Traveler II, as a way to express my love for the game, for its (upcoming) first anniversary.
This time, I shall analyse Ochette, the Hunter.
(Contains spoilers for all of Ochette’s Chapters)
Your name is Ochette, and you are a hunter.
Your tale begins on the isle of Toto'haha alongside your fellow beastlings.
Despite your troubles with the human islanders, you live a carefree life. That is, until you learn of an encroaching calamity known as the Night of the Scarlet Moon.
“All right, Master Juvah. I'll do it. I'll find those Creatures of Legend and bring them back.”
Desperate to save your home, you set sail in search of those who can help…
Ochette’s journey is a coming-of-age story. It had begun on the day she had to choose her companion in order to start the next stage of her life – that of a Hunter, a Guardian of Toto’haha. Right at the start we are shown her immense compassion – after choosing one companion over the other, the other seemingly falls to despair, goes into a frenzy and then disappear… and after all of that, Ochette could only be heartbroken. Could there have truly been no way to save them that day? To still find a way to be friends? Even after 10 years this day haunts her, and she tries to shower her companion with as much love as she can „for both of them”.
Ten years later and Ochette has now grown – she is now a talented Hunter, looking after Toto’haha and its inhabitants. She adores her home – yet she also doesn’t feel like becoming the Guardian of Toto’haha. She wants a simple life – simply enjoying meals together with her loved ones is enough for her. This idea – that your dream can be just living a simple life with your loved ones and that it is also a lovely dream – is alluded to not only during the campfire in the Final Chapter, but in the stories of the other Travelers too, those being the ones who had experienced some of the worst the world had to offer to them – Hikari, Throné and even Osvald. In the end, the message carried here is that though it may seem trivial at first, a simple life, where you can live peacefully and enjoy meals with your friends and family, is a truly worthy thing to fight for.
Returning to Ochette growing to become a Guardian, though she is hesitant to the idea of becoming a guardian of her home, she still proves herself through her actions not only as a Guardian of Toto’haha, but a guardian of nature and life as well. No matter what, she stood her ground against whatever or whomever she faced. During her journey throughout Solistia, she’s heard of, witnessed and experienced many tragic and horrific events, yet she still pressed on to not only find the Creatures of Legend who could save her home, but help others out in need too.
Tera was harmed by the Dark Hunter, falling into slumber in order heal right after. Though Ochette had to give him a literal rude awakening, after the battle Tera shook off his drowsiness and quickly and eagerly joined Ochette’s cause to protect Toto’haha. Before this Ochette also managed to befriend a human, Pom, who was once saved by Tera. She ended up helping Pom, both with a favor and, especially after allying with Tera – inspiring him and his future.
Cateracta, despite being protected by humans, was outright murdered by the Dark Hunter due to being weakened after protecting Conning Creek from a great wave. In the end, before perishing, Cateracta left behind an egg to Alpione, the only human who survived the encounter with the Dark Hunter. Years went by and humans had greedily begun looting Cateracta’s corpse. Cateracta had protected the town for so long and alas, people forgot, leaving behind only weeping bones of a once mighty god of the ocean. And yet hope remained – Alpione guarded both Cateracta’s final resting place and the egg, and eventually Ochette and her companion arrived. Though their first encounter ended in Ochette’s beast companions knocking Alpione out, Ochette’s kind heart had won Alpione over in the end. And once Ochette embraced the lonely egg, it hatched right in front of her – a young Acta who wished to travel by Ochette’s side, who Ochette hopes to help grow, who could someday, perhaps, even fulfill the role Cateracta once had – a new symbol of hope for the seas and land.
Glacis’ fate was, alas, the opposite. Though Glacis survived, the egg of this legendary being did not. The Dark Hunter, alongside prideful humans, destroyed the egg during an attempt to hunt Glacis, destroying a fragment of Stormhail’s hope. Glacis was both heartbroken and enraged, and so was the hunter who lost their friends and family to Glacis, being the only survivor after that day. It became a cycle of hate with seemingly no end in sight. And so, someone had to find a way to break that cycle – this duty falling to Ochette. To stop the neverending snowstorm she once again extended her kindness to others, while also making sure to stay strong. Though they fought, she made sure to not only comfort Glacis’ broken heart (Legendary Creature or average traveler, everyone deserves love, hope and peace), but to help Glacis find a new resolve.
“You can’t get back what you lost. But it wasn’t the only thing that mattered to you.”
”I will never forget this sorrow… But you reminded me… that there is something else I must protect. […] Thank you, Ochette.”
“No, thank you, Glacis!”
After helping Glacis, Ochette then helped the surviving hunter, Heig, stand back up and move forward in his life too – telling him to leave behind spite and hate, and to also “respect life more. Both [his] own life, and the lives of others,” as she put it.
Finally we reach the end of her story, where she must confront the Darkling – the companion she didn’t choose that day, now a broken servant of the Shadow. She could feel how deep its pain and sorrow was, mourning what had happened to the poor animal after years of suffering and loneliness.
A bit earlier, through her and the beastlings’ kindness and determination they are able to prove the humans of Toto’haha wrong, and then work together in order to save their home from the Night of the Scarlet Moon, after which the humans and beastlings proceed to live peacefully together, forging a brighter future for all of Toto'haha.
Ochette proceeds to then receive the help of Tera and Glacis, aiding her in the fight against the otherworldly beings. She continues to rush forward.
This is where we get to see how much she’s grown over the course of her journey. In a desperate moment, she realized the reason she fights – she loves Toto’haha and those that live there, and wants to help in any way she can. And though she and her companion almost perish after being sent into the sea by the Darkling, the Sacred Flame itself acknowledges her warm heart and her deeds, saving them and lending them new strength, too. After returning to the surface, the two go back to fight the Darkling, and it seems that Ochette’s growth and kindness unlocked not only her companion’s potential, but little Acta’s as well, both of which assist her in the battle. In the distance, Ochette's teacher, Juvah, admires how strong her heart is, while the two Legends prepare to continue protecting Toto'haha once more.
But in the end, though there was a great struggle between them, she chooses to help the Darkling – to give it at least one last moment of peace and love. Ochette, after offering the Darkling the same Friendship Jerky she once gave to her companion all those years ago, proceeds to comfort it in its last moments.
“It’s alright. All the scary things are gone now. There, there. If you’re reborn into this world… let’s… eat something real tasty together.”
“...Good night.”
In the end, it is Ochette’s kindness that prevails, rather than brute force. Though a strong Hunter, her true strength lies in her earnestness and ability to extend her compassion to others. Her coming-of-age story ends with her deciding to become the Guardian of Toto’haha – she had seen so much of the world during her travels, both the good and the bad, and intends to use her experiences to guide her in protecting her home. She had grown into a great Hunter – the one who had gathered the Legends, a protector of life and the ‘dawn’ itself… and a wonderful friend.
“I love Toto’haha, and the people who call it home. […] And that means… I’m going to fight!”
Additional Notes/Interesting Things
The names of the two animal companions, Akalā and Mahina, are connected to the Hawaiian words for sun (lā) and moon (mahina). Sun and moon symbology is very heavy in Octopath II, connecting to the metaphor of „the dawn filled with light after a period of darkness”. The moon is also used in two different ways: as a source of light in the dark alongside the stars, and as an omen of the impending cold and darkness.
I feel like Ochette and Hikari parallel each other a bit. Both are pursuing someone specific to aid their homes from a disaster, and the greatest strength of both is their compassion rather than their battle prowess. I just find it interesting to think about, especially since Ochette’s O is the first letter and Hikari’s H is the last letter of OCTOPATH. Another parallel she has is to Castti though I'll leave that for Castti's analysis. Glacis' situation also seems to parallel Osvald's and, to an extent, Temenos' situations as well. Another possible parallel is Acta to Agnea – someone young who lost their parent yet remains a symbol of hope.
Ochette’s stained glass represents 4 things: the circle has a design representing the (Scarlet) Moon, while the rest of the design features Glacis’ wing, a wave representing Cateracta and finally - Tera’s domain (the earth) and/or possibly its head (it’s hard for me to make out the specific symbol for Tera).
Personal: Lost to her final boss a few times. On my successful attempt I somehow bypassed its final phase and thus never got to hear The Journey for Legends Ends in the game. I did, however, get the final blow with the beastling Hired Help so that was pretty neat.
#octopath traveler 2#octopath 2#ochette#character analysis#I love Octopath 2's characters#And the game's message especially lives rent free in my head and heart#Please let me know on what to improve on!
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Do you have any complaints About rwby? Or at last something you think could’ve been done better?
A lot,of fellow rwby fans seem to agree the white fang storyline wasn’t handled very well. But at the same time I keep seeing those same people acting like ghira did nothing wrong, that Blake is some badass rebel when canon doesn’t seem to support that currently, etc.
Oh boy. Strap in for this one.
So, I thought as much as I could focus on this since I've had the flu for the past three weeks. And I realize my complaints and thoughts are very small when it comes to this particular subject. But, if you're curious, read on below the cut.
Spoilers for RWBY V1-V9, the books, and games.
So, let's just get one thing out of the way first: I loved Monty Oum's fight scenes but they hurt my eyes to watch now. And I'm not sure why. To preempt a long rant, I'll say this. I prefer the fight scenes we have in V4-V9 to the ones in V1-V3. They contain more narrative tension to me then the earlier ones (Except for the train fights in V2, and the entirety of the Fall of Beacon in V3).
I'm not a huge fan that Yang doesn't get much in V1, with a bulk of her character starting in V2. I'm even less of a fan of the fact that Weiss' racism toward Blake in V1 felt a little swept aside instead of one of the many facets of her character that evolved over time. Ice Queendom, to me, helped this a lot but there's a lot that could be said there too.
As everyone seems to hate the Jaundice part of V1, I will also throw my two cents in: it went by fast for me given V7 was my first "live" volume and I binged all the others. It could've been shortened, made way for Yang characterization or otherwise. Cardin can get yeeted into the sun for all I care.
Now, of course, there's the White Fang part of the Faunus plot. For the record, I don't think it's the WORST racism storyline or allegory attempted (See: Overwatch, Detroit: Become Human, and others for worse) but it definitely needed more polishing. Give Sienna Khan more screentime and more of a presence, show more of the distinction between Ghira, Sienna, and Adam and either 1) Make Sienna's death a full-blown fight scene and last stand, 2) A sneak attack rigged heavily in Adam's favor that gets exposed later on and causes the White Fang to disown him, or 3) Have Sienna live and aid Blake and the Faunus militia afterward.
There are other changes too, mind you, like having the White Fang under Adam express doubt in what they're doing only for Adam or Cinder to silence them or something like that. We got that with Ilia, and I love her story, but we needed some more like that.
The following are going to be under the "just bugs me" complaints, nothing too huge or rant filled and I can elaborate if needed:
I wish we got more Happy Huntresses stuff, because I find the Ace Ops/Happy Huntresses ratio in V7/V8 to be...unevenly weighted toward the Ace Ops. Understandable, but still.
I'm sure we'll get this in V10, but I'd like an update on the rest of the world's current situations. Vale, Mistral, Menagerie, the changes that occurred, etc.
I'll be happy when Penny returns or is confirmed officially to be truly dead. If the latter, I'll be complaining more about "wasted potential". If the former, I'd like to see how she'd be revived.
Summer Rose. I need more answers.
Just something fandom related: Stop going after Ghira and Tai Yang for the love of all that is holy. If you'd like examples of awful parentage, Jacques, Marcus Black, Cinder's wicked Stepmom, Neo's parents, Roman and Nora's unnamed mothers, Raven Branwen and even Lil Miss are right there. Also, Jax and Gill's guardian too.
Grimm Eclipse was fun but...wow, Arrowfell was better as a video game in a lot of ways. Told a better story than GE too.
The only thing I can complain about in the books is not giving much to Sage of Team SSSN, though given "Before the Dawn" had to juggle so many characters I'm cutting it some slack.
Obviously the obligatory "Rooster Teeth isn't a good company"/"The Upper Management are terrible" and all that jazz, please support all the staff and former who have Patreons, Kofis, Twitch Streams, etc.
That's about all I can think of. Again, I'm still addled by the flu and medication I'm taking for it.
TLDR: I just think RWBY needs...well, more of it. More time and budget and space to fully flesh out everything. What we got is superb, especially for starting so small, but I always find more better than less.
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Hagging Out - Winter Feasts Edition
(this will post on the expected schedule once all the surgeries and overtime are done, for now, Happy New Year fellow hags!)
The winter feasts (our collection of solstice, feastmas, and the new calendar year) were a quiet affair for my partner and I. We're high-risk so with Partner's surgery coming up we decided to stay home again this year and rack up that sweet, sweet double-time for that Christmas holiday neither of us celebrate.
Winter Solstice- if it falls on a weekend we vigil from dawn to dawn, but since this one was on a weekday we made hot mulled cider and mead along with a big cauldron of tomato meat sauce. Toasts to the gods, guides, and guardians of our space, and a brisk nighttime walk under the stars. This is also the start of our Yule observance that runs until Jan 1st.
Feastmas- this is the holiday my partner and I made up after we moved in together in 2020. We work on the 24th+25th so our Christian coworkers can spend time with their kids/families and we FEAST. This is the day no food is off the table for being too expensive at the store. This year I made butter/buttermilk for our cakes and offerings and we made our favorite dishes. The French goat cheese, the super pricy but oh so delicious sea salt crackers, still AND sparkling cider, fancy cured meats, and we patronized our local Chinese-American noodle joint (a very American way to say, "we don't celebrate this Christian holiday, let's eat").
New Year (12/31-1/2)- the end of year is more important to my partner and I, so we took a pointed break from all overtime and had a supremely restful five-day weekend. We held a vigil for the old year into the new, and lounged in bed to enjoy our leftovers from Feastmas. More offerings to our gods and our beloved dead/ancestors.
I hope everyone had a gentle end-of-year and my warmest New Year wishes to those who want them!
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Long Weekend of Cardio ¬ Henry C.
Plot - Insecurity is a beast but sometimes, something good comes of it
Genre - ♥︎ Angst/Fluff ☁️️
Pairing - Henry Cavill x GN!Reader
Notes/Warnings - This story centres around insecurity and body-issues (none specified). GN reader but mentions of a sports bra, also alluding to sex. Honestly I hate this and will probably re-write it at some point. Also has the word cock in it once so yeah.
Word Count - 1.3k
Dating a man like Henry had more perks than you could count but like everything, there were negatives. Mainly the insecurity that came with it.
The actor had muscle upon muscle and practically loves the gym as much as he loves you, and whilst having a boyfriend who looks like he could rival Zeus was a true visual (and sexual) blessing, it made you question whether your figure was enough for someone like him.
Preparation for Witcher season 2 had brought this insecurity even closer to the surface with how buff your beau was getting. Watching his thighs grow into muscular tree trunks and his chest become even more sculpted, your feelings of not being enough were all consuming.
By the time Henry had left for filming, you were in a cave of insecurity. Thoughts of doubt clouded your mind, insecurity laced your every movement and the smallest critique would send you into a downward spiral. You felt helpless.
After wallowing in self-pity, insecurity and tears for the following month, something clicked. Heading home from a daily walk with Kal, you noticed a new gym being advertised by your local bus stop. The shiny equipment, athletic models and buzz-words had piqued your interest, and you found yourself heading to their location the following morning.
Walking around the gym felt like wandering around a foreign city without a map. Complex and sparkly gadgets that you were clueless on, being used by people who looked like they belonged in the Olympic village. You were obviously out of your comfort zone and were now wishing you had never ventured into this new land.
Your uneasiness had clearly caught the attention of a fellow gym-goer.
"First time?"
The skin nearly jumped off of you as the stranger spoke. Regaining your composure, you turned to fully take in the man, tall and ripped but would have looked like a 14 year old compared to your bear of a boyfriend.
"Wow, didn't realise I was that obvious"
"Well I'm quite skilled at picking up on whether it's someone's first time, half of my job as a trainer" the man revealed with a warm smile which put some of your fears to rest. "I'm Connor, I'm happy to walk you through some workouts, if you fancy?"
"Connor, you might be my fitness guardian angel"
4 Month Time Skip
Sweat rolled off you in waves as you powered through your final set of battle ropes. Exercises that once had you tasting blood in your mouth after minutes were now movements you could recite in your sleep and workouts like left you in tears were now your reasoning for getting up at the crack of dawn.
"And stop!" Connor announced, breaking you out of your trance. "I can barely remember the person who nearly threw up after one set of battle ropes."
Wiping the sweat of your face, you let out an exhausted laugh. It's true, the last 4 months have transformed you mentally and physically. Parts of your body had toned up, insecurities had been swept away and self-love had come back in flourishing waves. You looked good but more importantly, you felt good.
"So, I will see you on Monday?" Connor asked as you grabbed your gym bag before heading home.
"Yeah, Henry gets back in a couple of hours and I plan to spend the whole weekend with him" You respond heading out of the gym doors before stopping to add "hopefully the whole weekend in bed catching up on cardio."
As you walked back to your shared home with Henry, you let your mind wander into how the actor would react to your change. Thoughts of praise, affection and admiration filled your head but a small voice whispered ideas of the changes not being enough. Whilst you weren't at your ultimate goal, you had come a long way in a short time and nothing should change the pride you felt.
Unbeknownst to you, Henry's train got in earlier than expected so when you opened the door to your shared home, you were greeted with an engulfing hug from the burly bear himself. A small surprised squeak left your mouth before allowing yourself to fully relax into the hug.
"You're early!"
"Thought I'd surprise you but I did not expect you to be out"
Breaking away from the hug, Henry took note of your attire. Tight black-to-grey gradient yoga pants which framed your figure perfectly and made you look curvier than he ever remembered, matched with a sparkling white strappy sports bra that accentuated your chest and neck. The man could have sworn that his cock instantly harden at the sight of you.
Watching Henry so blatantly check you out was all the confidence boost you needed. The pride you felt in yourself was now doubled with the accomplishment of making your beloved weak at the knees.
"Ah, well I was at the gym expecting that I would have at least an hour before you came home"
Walking into the kitchen for glass of water, Henry watched as you sauntered away before snapping out of his daze and following you like an eager puppy.
As you drank the cool liquid, you felt strong arms wrap around your torso and you relaxed back into his arms you missed so terribly.
"Whilst I am definitely not complaining about how incredible you look, when did you start working out?"
Taking a deep breath before turning to face your blue-eyed boyfriend, you decided to be honest.
"After you left, I was feeling quite insecure about myself. You are always so incredibly fit and handsome but I felt like I was letting you down in the looks department. So I decided to start working out in hopes to make you feel more attracted to me"
Henry almost felt his heart break at your words. Whilst he wasn't big on crying, he feared that he may let out a tear or two at your confession.
"My darling, I love you but please never ever think you aren't enough. You have no idea how stunning you are. How when we walk into a room, I can feel other men checking you out or how I am speechless every time you get undressed. You never ever have to or had to change for me because you could always rival any other person on this planet with your beauty."
Tears slowly collect in your eyes, threatening to fall at the man's words. You reach up and connect your lips against his. The sweet intimate kiss interrupted with whispers of 'I love you' and 'I'm sorry' before finally pulling away to gaze into his captivating eyes.
Henry uses the rough pad of his thumb to wipe away the stray tears that have fallen against your flushed cheeks before breaking the silence.
"I am sorry you felt this way and I wish you would have spoken to me sooner but I'm going to spend this entire weekend making sure you know how much I love you."
A gentle smile graces your face with a slight blush as you realise that you were in for a long weekend.
"No, bear. I'm sorry, I should have told you the second I started feeling like this and I promise that next time I will." You apologize before changing to a lighter tone. "But I think it was good for me to feel like this because it turns out, I really love working out."
The large man let out a short laugh at your sudden confession.
"Don't get me wrong, I hated it for the first 2 weeks but after getting the hang of it and Connor pushing me through the not so fun parts, it became something I want to do daily" You continue.
Henry's face contorts in an envious manner at the male name with jealous thoughts roaming around his head, he selects his next words carefully as to not show the true extent of his jealousy.
"Hmm, I'm not too sure I like the idea of you hanging around another man whilst looking this delicious. Definitely coming with you from now on."
Placing a soft caress on the jealous man's jaw, you look up with a suggestive gaze before leaning in to whisper.
"You are the man who gets to rip these clothes off me though."
As the final word leaves your lips, Henry hoists you over his shoulder with lightning fast movements and heads towards your shared bedroom for what will definitely be a long weekend full of cardio.
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The Road Less Traveled (Fellowship x Pregnant!Reader)
Synopsis: Left by a man who took you out of wedlock, you discover halfway through the Fellowship’s journey that you are, indeed, pregnant. Not wishing for you to face motherhood alone, the Fellowship conspires, regarding whom gets to marry you and help raise your child, leaving you with a tough choice.
This was not at all how you saw your life going—both the man leaving you for another woman, and finding out you were pregnant with his baby on a perilous quest, miles upon miles away from the nearest dwelling.
You had been madly in love with this man, unaware he had eyes for another. Your copulating love was taken out of wedlock, a choice you knew had its risks, but Brander had a charming way about him.
You never would have thought he’d leave you. However, one morning, Brander announced the conclusion of your relationship with another woman on his arm.
Heartbroken and enraged, you threw all his clothes from your shack, and took to a horse. Riding swiftly, you headed to the one place you knew hearts were healed; Rivendell.
Upon your arrival, a council of sorts was taking place. One thing led to another, as per usual in your life, and you found yourself on another journey—this time with a higher purpose, and nine other guys.
Things were difficult, but honestly relieving. The fresh air cleansed your soul, as did the healthy relationships you built up with the nine males—proving to you that they weren’t all bad, right on time before you could curse the entire species of XY chromosomes out forever.
However, this was as far as the fun went.
It started with a tiredness the Fellowship brushed off due to your inexperience, and then the lateness of your period. Next, early dawns were spent throwing up in the woods, with whomever was on night-watch holding your hair back, usually Aragorn, Legolas or Boromir.
You wept slightly when a sparring match with Boromir resulted in a shield hitting your breasts, for they were very tender as of late. The final nail in the coffin was the snubbing of Sam’s usually delicious bacon making you hurl.
Gandalf had taken to speaking with you privately, and asked, in the politest manner possible, if he could assess your womb to find confirmation of another soul.
Legolas approached slowly, crouched down by your side, and spoke responsively in the most apologetic of voices.
“There is no need—I can hear their heartbeat…I am so sorry, Y/n.”
You broke down into tears quickly, and everyone soon knew your predicament that evening. You apologized over and over, and felt utterly mortified. How embarrassing.
They now knew the choice you had made out of wedlock, and were pregnant as a result—something highly frowned upon in human society, and many others in Middle-earth, for that matter. You would no doubt be branded as a “whore” upon your return to society.
You told them all about Brander that night, and opened up to them fully. Jaws were clenched, nervous glances were flashed, and brows were furrowed.
They now had an expectant, first-time mother in their midst, on their way to quite possibly the worst place in the world to take a pregnant woman. Adding onto this, their poor friend, whom they had grown quite close with, was in a horrible situation.
But perhaps it was one they could help with?
Driven by noble blood and true chivalry, the Fellowship started to discuss their options.
“It’s just awful, what that ‘Brander’ fellow has done to her,” said Boromir, discreetly nodding over in your direction.
You were sat with your head in one hand on a log by the fire, face contorted in misery. Your cheeks and eyes, as well as your nose, were all pink, due to a long while of crying.
Sam sat on one side of you, and held your hand. He reassured you with bright words of soothing promises.
“Don’t worry, Miss Y/n! All will work out! You’ll see! You’re bringing a new soul into this world! That’s nothing to be ashamed of!” Sam would say.
Merry, Frodo and Pippin were on your other side, rubbing your back and holding your shoulder.
“He’s right!” they’d agree, nodding profusely. “You’ll see! This is a wonderful thing. You just can’t quite picture it yet, but you will!”
Gimli, Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas were all huddled in close, standing in a circle. They stood a little further off from the fire, but still caught its glow.
Gandalf was sat on a log himself, puffing away on a pipe. The affairs of human society were not his responsibility, but he offered guidance from a distance nonetheless. He already knew all would work out, but was the only one there oldest and wisest enough to realize so.
Legolas’ arms were folded over his chest, as were the three others’ he stood with. “She’ll be shamed wherever she goes, and her child will be considered a bastard. Truly awful…I feel compelled to help. What can we do?”
“Well, to avoid public slander,” Aragorn spoke up knowingly, “she’d have to be married.”
“Very well and all,” Gimli whispered back, “but were you perhaps not present when she said the scoundrel ran off with another filly?”
“He was not whom I was referencing,” Aragorn mentioned. He threw a studious glance in your direction, and spoke again. “She is a fine young lady, with a strong heart and homely nature. She would make a wonderful wife, and I feel it our duty as her friends to make sure she becomes so.”
“You mean for us to marry her?” Legolas asked, incredulously. His head lowered in shock as he spoke, and a brow arched.
The guys, save for Aragorn, who overlooked it all, glanced between each other tensely, unsure if the alarmed glint in their eyes was competition or fear.
Boromir was the first to speak up.
“I will do it, in a heartbeat!” he said. “You are right, Aragorn—she is a wonderful young lady, and deserves to be wed in time for her child. I will care for them both.”
“Well, now hold on a moment,” Legolas snapped, glaring across at Boromir. “Why do you get to marry her? I am much closer in age to her than you are…figuratively speaking, at least. I should be the one to marry her—we get along best.”
“You?” Gimli snorted. “You will outlive her in the blink of an eye.”
“Oh, and you won’t?” Legolas said back. “None of us implied romance anyways, Gimli. I’d merely be a lifelong friend and guardian for her and her child. I’m the most suited out of everyone here to provide for her—”
“Because you’re a prince?” Boromir interjected, narrowing his eyes.
“Not just because of that,” Legolas bit back, squaring up with Boromir slightly. “But what of it regardless? What does it matter how I provide for her? I plan on renouncing my title and making a life of my own anyways. I might not get the chance for a child of my own, and I can help Y/n raise hers.”
“She’s not some puppy, laddie,” Gimli snorted back. “You both want to store her away in a little cottage or unit somewhere drab. I can provide her with culture! Dwarven culture! Her little one deserves to grow up in grand halls and eat ripened meat!”
Aragorn looked between the unfolding drama, and soon raised a hand before you could become even more distressed. Fortunately, you hadn’t heard a thing of their hushed conversation.
“That is enough,” Aragorn said. “I’d offer to marry her myself, but…well, I do believe you three are better suited than me to provide a stable life for her. It is ultimately up to Y/n. All either three of you can do is offer your hand in marriage to her, and see what she says.”
Glares were thrown between the three potential suitors, as each wondered who’d be the first to turn around and run towards you.
As it turns out, all three turned on their heels at the same. They nearly tripped over one another. However, they stopped almost immediately, for someone on the other side already had the same idea.
“It is quite all right, Y/n,” Frodo said, down on one knee before you, and holding your hand. “The Shire will accept you, and I can just say I fell in love on the road and married you immediately. I have a big house now left all to myself, with many rooms. You can have one to yourself, as can your child. Bilbo did the same for me when I was young.”
You were crying again, but this time out of happiness. Your other hand was placed over your chest, as you smiled down at the kind hobbit with a wavering lower lip.
“Oh, Frodo, that is so incredibly kind, I can only say—”
“DON’T SAY ANYTHING!” Legolas shouted, rushing forwards. He nearly shoved Frodo out of the way, and took his place holding your hand swiftly.
“Y/n,” he began, sincerely, “I’ve always felt that you and I have had a…special bond since beginning this journey together. I can provide you with a cottage in the forest, and true protection. I’m an archer and an elf—your child will learn many life skills with me as their parental guardian. And, furthering this, after you’ve moved on from our world, your child will surely be left behind. I can ensure they are well-cared for up until their own departure!”
“Oh, Legolas, I don’t know what to...” you went to say, holding his hand with both of yours. You were truly starting to get overwhelmed with happiness and relief.
“Oh, shove it, pixie!” Gimli shouted from behind Legolas. He, too, stole the snarling elf’s place, chivalrously removing his helmet as he did so. “Lass, I know I may not be your usual type, or blonde, but I am asking for your hand as well. I can offer you so much in Dwarven society. The women are strong, and you will find ranks in them! Your child will be given an equal chance, no matter the gender, to be themselves! Life in the halls is a true marvel—”
“Enough, the both of you!” Boromir shouted next. He tugged Gimli by the beard and threw him away. “Y/n, you and I are both humans. I understand you and our shared culture better than anyone else here! Please, nothing would make me happier than to provide for you as my wife. Not to mention, the child will look most like me, racially-wise.”
The hobbits all looked between each other with shocked smiles, intrigued by the situation, and Gandalf and Aragon merely shook their heads.
Legolas grabbed hold of Boromir’s shoulder and stood him up. “Race has nothing to do with it! If we’re really going to narrow this down to looks, I am the tallest! That is highly desirable in a husband! Y/n and her child will live a wonderfully secure and safe life with me. You need to back off.”
“Why don’t you make me?” Boromir bit back.
Before a fight could break out between the two of them, Gimli hopped into the middle and added his own string of harsh words.
The three suitors of differing races soon began to bicker between themselves, leaving you sat on the log very stunned indeed.
However, after a long while of listening to them argue over who gets to marry you, you put up your hand and silenced them. Although, it took a good few shouts until they shut up completely and curiously blinked down at you.
“Boys. Boys! BOYS!” Once the attention was on you, you spoke again. “I am so incredibly flattered by your equal devotion, it has truly made me feel better about everything, but...do I not get a say in whom I marry out of everyone here?”
Legolas moved his body slightly, so he stood facing you straight. “Well, whom do you choose, my lady?”
Frodo had backed off entirely, but shared a lipped smile with you, ultimately letting you know the offer was still on the table regardless. Boromir, Gimli and Legolas all stared at you optimistically, leaning forwards as they waited for your reply.
Stumped by so many choices, and considering you didn’t even know this would be a part of your life plan up until five hours ago, you went with the smartest choice; waiting.
“These are all very early days…” you began. “I’m very overwhelmed by all the offers, and still getting used to the idea of motherhood, and now marriage—”
You took a calming breath.
“You’re all so sweet, and I truly appreciate your support, but…could I perhaps sit on it for a while, and return with an answer at a later time? This is a very big decision, as you can all imagine.”
They quickly agreed, and nodded their heads vehemently.
“Take all the time you need!” they said reassuringly, in one form or another.
That night, they all waved sweet “goodnights” over their shoulders to you, and even gave up their cloaks and packs to create what they deemed the perfect “mother’s nest” for you to sleep on.
It was all very sweet, and warmed your heart. However, although half the problem was solved, you were presented with another; who on earth were you going to choose to marry and raise your unborn child with?
Actually, the more you thought about it that night, as you fell asleep with nine friends protecting you as you slept in the middle, like a herd of animals keeping their mother-to-be safe, the more you realized you already knew exactly whom you wanted to live with.
#considering I’m turning 20 this year this is my little gift to myself congratulating on avoiding teen pregnancy#I made it lads#it was one of my biggest and most irrational fears as a kid#lotr x reader#lotrdaily#lotr movies#fellowship x reader#lord of the rings#the hobbit#elves#hobbit#legolas#Legolas x reader#Boromir x reader#frodo x reader#Gimli#lotr imagine#turns out teen pregnancy is really easy to avoid
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BATMAN BINGO MASTER POST 2020
1 "I thought you were dead.": I Still See Your Ghost
Today was just not Dick's day. First he overslept his alarm and was late to work. Amy had been less than impressed at his tardiness... Then He had bungled what should have been an easy take town... But the straw that broke the camel's back was Tim. Dick had forgotten to call Tim.
2 Friendly fire: Fratricide
Jason was pissed. No, Jason was enraged. Yeah, he was enraged at the whole mess his family-- if that’s even what they were to each other anymore-- had gotten him in. It was meant to be a simple night. Break in. Torch the drugs. Maybe shoot a couple of people and go home. But no, Batman heard about his plans and decided that arson was too extreme.
“Someone could get hurt.”
Well someone had gotten hurt, a lot of someones.
3 Hypothermia: Weekend Commute
Dick Grayson makes his way home during the first snow fall of the year, when he finds himself confused and cold, miles from home.
Chapter two Bruce's perspective.
4 Superman: Bringer of the Dawn
The Aftermath of when the Joker shoots Dick.
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Where do you go when your family tells you to get out?
5 Shot: The Gratitude Trap
Bruce finds himself in the dark, a place he never thought he would be when it came to Clark Kent and Dick Grayson. Yet here he is digging for answers, because he is too scared to pick up the phone and call.
6 Two-face: The Better Choice
How do you reconcile the man who was once your friend with the monster he has become?
Bruce reflects on how the man he once called his best friend changed. How could the man who helped him foster Dick, hold that baseball bat?
7 Drowning: Omori’s Law
Deep in the sewer's under Gotham, Batman is trapped. There is no back up, no Robin. He is faced with the single truth that he tried to teach each of his partners... You have to save yourself.
8 Found Family: A Restoration from a Resilient Heart
Dick just wants to not be alone with the shadows in the house. Bruce doesn't realize he has lived with them for far to long, and maybe he doesn't have to anymore.
9 Adoption: The Irrefutable Truth
When he reached the reception, he found himself looking around a fairly empty room. There were a few call girls in the corner filling out forms, an older woman holding a dog, a kid that looked about twelve and a middle aged man who looked like he was ready to cry. He knew no one. Dick was about to turn around and head back to his desk when the on duty officer called out to him. Officer O’Conner was one of his fellow rookies, he had a thick accent. Dick thought he might be from Louisiana.
“Grayson! Why didn’t you say your brother was coming to see you?”
Dick looked at him with his mouth slightly open. There was no way he heard that right. “My what?”
10 Bruises: Mr. Wayne
Tim is new to this. He's only been Robin for a little over six months. It was going well. But now he was going to be fired. Batman wouldn't want a partner who got caught at school with a black eye. Would he?
11 Bruce is dead: You Have One Saved Message
Gotham gossip columns spread lies and smear good people's names. But yet Damian can't help but think maybe this mornings article was true. That despite all his claims of being the true son of Bruce Wayne, he was in fact the only unwanted one.
12 CPR: Vital Signs
Robin wakes to find him and Batman in an exploded factory. With Batman injured and the building burning around them, Dick struggles to get them both to safety.
13 Dad: Storge
Bruce could have sworn his spirit had left him momentarily. The sudden hollowness that filled him couldn’t be explained in any other way.
“Your dad must have his hands full with you.” Elizabeth Ribbons leaned forward and patted Dick’s shoulder, as he reached for yet another slice of cheesecake from a passing waiter’s tray.
Bruce fixed his eyes on the ice sculpture that hid him from view. It suddenly seemed like the most interesting design in the world. The soft lines of the ice on the otherwise insignificant over sized swan seemed like a lead shield... Because Dick would read it easily in his expression. He wanted to be Dick’s dad. But he wasn’t.
14 Stealing the Batmobile: T-Minus Six Hours
Some days Tim is sure that he’s gonna be killed. Usually it’s some luck shot or near miss that made his life flash before his eyes. Not today though. Today he was positive Bruce was going to kill him. Yes, today was the day that Timothy Jackson Drake was going to be put down. He’s not sure that even Nightwing could save him. He was going to go down in history as the first sidekick to be murdered by their mentor.
Because the Batmobile was definitely not where he’d parked it.
15 Wayne Enterprises: Amidst the Absence of Meaning
Bruce is worried. He's running on less than three hours of sleep, and way too many cups of coffee. He had messed up. That much was obvious. The question was would Dick forgive him?
A gruesome night on patrol bleeds into Bruce's work day and now all he can wonder is if this is the thing that will push Dick over the edge? Had he finally seen to much pain?
16 Ransom: Sum of My Worth
The ring of the phone seemed to echo through the manor’s still too quiet long, winding halls, and everyone present collectively held their breath.
Bruce lunged for the phone.
17 Secret Injury: Hiding in Pain Sight
“What?” Dick asked sharper than he meant to. He was tired.
“Nothing.” Tim said with a small smirk. “Heavy is the head.”
Dick closed his eyes, glad that Tim couldn’t see them. He was so sick of this. Tim, Jason, Damian and Cass all didn’t think he was good enough, well Cass hadn’t said that, but Dick could read her. They didn’t think he was up to the job. Well they didn’t need to tell him that. He knew it.
18 Superboy: An Interlude in Breathing
Tim looked out over the water in a daze. Bruce and Dick had gone somewhere below deck and he was alone. Well there were strangers on the ship mingling and talking excitedly--but Tim gave them no notice. Instead he watched the water lap up against the hull and crash down back to meet the dark, cold waters. They were far enough out that he could no longer see the shore. It was just endless expenses of sea and sky. Something tickled his neck and he started, only to realize he had been crying. It was only a tear slipping under his collar.
The days after the battle of Infinite Crisis
19 Betrayed: Smother
She took another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke roll in her lungs for a long moment before allowing it hiss out between her teeth. The screams from the warehouse weren’t completely muffled by the distance, or the walls. Perhaps she was only imagining them.
But then, sounds like that, she didn’t think she could dream up. She jumped after a particularly high pitched yelp.
“Get a grip.” She dropped the cigarette and pulled out another. Her hand shook as she lit it. “It’s just some random kid. He’s not--” She bit back a sob. She didn’t deserve to cry. She had no right to tears, not when it was her fault.
20 Crowbar: Breaklights
The mail fell to the ground and the paper smacked the tiles hard. The sound in reality couldn’t have been all that loud, but it seemed to echo around the entryway. Bruce didn’t look at the dropped bills and the invitation to a fundraiser for the new Gotham women’s shelter. He was too fixated on the small stamp with the queen of England's head on it. Wolverhampton.
The large envelope was far heavier then it should have been. Bruce could feel bile crawling up his throat.
He had forgotten.
21 Deathstroke: Debts and Dues
There were some things that were never pleasant, getting caught in the snow without socks, losing your keys, and not being able to remember the name of a song. Having a gun pointed at your chest, Dick felt, qualified as extremely unpleasant. He stood stock still. The barrel of the gun was still hot, it burned slightly as it dug into his sternum. Even with his uniform he could still feel the heat left over from previous rounds fired.
He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t flinch.
“Move.”
“You know I can’t.” Dick wondered if Slade had the guts to do it.
22 Mission Gone Wrong: Murmur in the Quiet Hours
Superman?
Clark froze. He knew that voice. But-- he had never heard it sounding so sad. Was that-- no.
Clark dove for his phone, still on the counter from when he got home last night. The screen was black. Dead. Clark swore and dropped it. He was in his coat and shoes before it hit the counter top.
23 Kidnapped: Chum
Dick trumped through the leaves, stopping his feet roughly. He relished the sound of the crunch beneath his shoes as he tread on the brown, dead leaves before him. He felt rather justified in his satisfaction. After all the world had taken so much from him, why wouldn’t he do his best to crush it in return. The woods were cool and as he went deeper into them they grew darker. The sun had long set, and the sky was quickly vanishing as the trees grew thicker. Wayne Manor was far behind him. He was never going back.
He hated those pristine walls, those old floor boards. He hated the quiet. He hated the stuffy furniture and the rules and the vases and pictures. He hated his new guardian and that… that… Dick couldn’t remember what Alfred was called, but he hated it.
The bag on his back felt heavy. It had everything Dick owned in it. Well and a toothbrush that Alfred had given him. But he didn’t think that was really stealing.
24 Riddler: Seeking Silence on Shortwaves
Normally Dick would be happy to listen to Tim talk. In fact, Dick thought it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. Tim rarely allowed himself to be excited about things. Hearing him speak so freely and openly to Bruce and him about his plans was refreshing. Dick only wished it wouldn’t be at the cost of his life.
Batman hadn't always been so strict about talking unnecessarily over comms. When it was just two of them it hadn't mattered, their walkie talkie system had always worked. But now that Nightwing and Robin were in Gotham, it seems insane that they never realized: if only one person can talk over the radio at a time... how could they call for help?
25 Mr. Freeze: Glimpsing the Sun While Trapped in the Rime
He almost called Bruce between his fourth and fifth class. He pulled his phone out, leaning against his locker, and half dialed his number when a warm hand fell on his shoulder.
“Hey.”
Dick spun around and blinked back black spots as his body protested the sudden movement. A blaze of red hair filled his vision and Dick felt a small fire build in his chest. His face split into a wide smile.
After a run in with Mr. Freeze Dick finds himself feeling odd at school, but he can't go home, not when Barbara's asked him to drive her to Betty's party after school.
#batman bingo 2020#Master Post#Batman#CK Writes#Nightwing#Dick Grayson#tim drake#Jason Todd#Damian Wayne#Red Hood#Red Robin#robin#My Writing
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Thoughts on the various "young!Boba gets adopted" AUs out there? The various people/groups I've seen adopting him in fanon have been Obi Wan, Plo Koon, assortments of clones, and of course fellow bounty hunters like Bossk and Cad Bane. Personally - I love them all since any AU where young Boba is loved and supported brings me joy - but wondering if you had any specific thoughts on what's most likely/makes the most sense/would be best for Boba/etc. Since you're looking for asks :)
hello there! i also love boba-gets-adopted AUs bc i like to believe in a universe where he ended up safe and loved :,D in fact, in the junior novels, he does end up being brought to an orphanage on bespin, but it’s a republic orphanage and there’s jedi on the ship taking him there and he has to lie about his name and basically there’s a bunch of stuff that drives him to cut and run as soon as he’s able. BUT i definitely think things could’ve been different.
first off, disclaimer that the following are simply my opinions and that i don’t intend to bash or invalidate people with different headcanons/AUs. but yes, here are my opinions on who would likely have the least/most success in adopting a freshly orphaned boba.
i think it’s safe to say that any jedi would have their work cut out for them. he was raised to see them as the enemy, he knows his father’s history with them, and watching one of them decapitate his dad definitely didn’t help matters. he would likely respond to any of them trying to get close with anger and suspicion, not to mention a healthy dose of fear as to what their ulterior motive might be (are they after information? are they trying to make sure he won’t become a threat? do they just want to erase his father’s legacy?). ngl, i think a story with a jedi character like obi-wan or plo-koon trying to gain boba’s trust would be a fascinating read, but if we’re talking purely what’s the most likely/best arrangement for boba, jedi are probably at the bottom of the list, just bc boba’s view of them as the monsters who killed his dad and his dad’s family would make gaining his trust not only unlikely, but also a thoroughly distressing affair for everyone involved.
next up is the clones. this one i think could work, but it would require said clone(s) deserting for best chance of success. if they didn’t desert and stayed with the republic, boba would view their attempted “adoption” of him as capture at best and forced conscription at worst—obviously, they’re just taking him in bc they think he’s just a wayward clonetrooper who needs to be taught to fight and die for the republic, right? plus, non-deserter clones would likely have regular interaction with the jedi, which would present the problems from the bullet points above. on the other hand, if the clones were deserters, boba would likely have some immediate sympathy for them as they would share the same enemies/pursuers and he would have some interest in helping to keep them safe and free. even if this altruism would be at least partially motivated by the desire to stick it to the republic/jedi, i could see it easily evolving into genuine care and affection. the big, interesting obstacle here would be that, in the EU especially, boba isn’t very comfortable around clones. like, when he was even younger, he thought they were cool and liked to watch them march and train, but once his dad told him that boba himself was a clone too, boba became unsettled and stopped watching them. and then after jango is killed, well... the clones became upsetting to him for an entirely different reason. especially if any clone characters attempted to adopt boba, there’d be a lot of tension stemming from their resemblance to his father, plus boba’s own desire to be distinct and separate from them. i do think a happy ending is possible here, but it would require boba to learn to view the clones as individuals, not as reflections of his dad and not as threats to his own individuality.
then we have bounty hunters. honestly i’m not familiar enough with cad bane to have any say on his potential as an adoptive parent and i’m so used to the EU depiction of bossk and boba as shitty rivals that the thought of bossk trying to parent boba is inherently hilarious to me. HOWEVER, there is one bounty hunter who i think would be the number one best option for boba adoption and that’s zam wesell. yes, the one that jango murdered. as i’ve mentioned in previous posts, zam basically acted like boba’s second parent in the EU and, in an alternate universe where she survived jango’s assassination attempt, boba would be ecstatic to find out she’s still alive and, so long as she supported him in his quest to become a bounty hunter, he’d probably be happy to let her retake her parental role. the one tension point i can see here is that zam might not be so keen to let her adopted kid run off to try and avenge the man who almost killed her, but this could be mitigated by convincing boba to wait/train until someone else kills mace he’s older and ready. zam’s got a charisma score, she could swing it.
and finally: mandalorians! this would be another great option bc boba, especially younger boba, inherently trusts mandalorians more than most others in the galaxy (this is, in fact, implied to be one of the reasons he chooses concord dawn as his and sintas’s new home as a teenager; mandalorians, he thinks, are trustworthy and safe ;; ) he also almost certainly knows of their tendency towards adoption and thus would not be as quick to question their motives as he would be for some of the others on this list. not to mention, mandalorians would be more likely to support him in becoming a bounty hunter/warrior AND in avenging his father, which would earn them major respect and gratitude in boba’s mind. finally, assuming his adopters were similar to true mandalorians, the fact that they would share a culture in common would also likely make the adjustment period much easier than if boba were adopted into a non-mandalorian household.
and there you have it! as you can see, i think the best two options for adoptive guardians for boba would be a) (true) mandalorians or b) a miraculously-not-dead zam wesell. clone deserters could also be fun and ultimately beneficial, while attempted adoptions by GAR!clones and/or jedi could also lead to plenty of fun angst. in any case, it’s a great trope and it’s always nice to fantasize about a galaxy where boba gets to have a family again :,)
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Eden’s Gate: The Mother Chapter 10 - The Lost Girls
Warnings: slight violence, slight language.
Word count: 2.2k
Where it all began.
Summary: Timeline of the Winchester family lives and deaths. Flashback chapter.
Guest OCs: Joel Winchester (FC: Josh Brolin), Marie Campbell (FC: Fairuza Balk), Mandy Winchester (FC: Cristina Scabbia).
Guest Characters: Jacob Seed and Miller in war flashback. Archangel Michael, Raphael and Gabriel in flashback.
Note: The italic red indicates different time periods so bare with me on this chapter. They’re all short mini chapters within one big chapter.
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June 1988
Joel Victor Winchester has enlisted into the U.S Army, and his father Alfred isn’t happy about it.
“Really? That’s what you’re gonna do?” he asks his son, “You’re gonna throw your life away?”.
“Dad, I don't want to hunt anymore. I want to travel. See the world” he explains to his father.
“Yeah sure, getting yourself killed will definitely help out with that” he sarcastically tells him.
Joel grew tired of hunting monsters for a living. He wanted to change his life for the better, he enlisted into the U.S Army. His girlfriend Mandy was against it, but at the same time she didn’t want to hold him back. Within a few months he went off to training in Georgia. He felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders once he stepped off in that training base.
Aside from the Sergeants getting into his face, and yelling at him. Making him do 100 push ups in 1 minute. Joel actually liked it there. Better than stabbing a demon in the face, or cutting off a vampire’s head. It’s better than getting chased by Hellhounds.
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November 1990
Iraq, the Gulf War. Operation Desert Storm. Joel along with his unit of 10 other men are passing through a desert town somewhere near the Persian Gulf. When an ambush causes Joel and his fellow soldiers to get separated from each other in the middle of the desert.
“This is Winchester to base do you copy?” he says into his radio, “Base this is Winchester do you copy?”.
Nothing but static on the other end of the radio.
“Now what?” Miller asks him.
“We keep moving forward” he answers.
“Are you sure?!” another soldier asks.
“Yeah, I’m sure” he replies. They all push forward through the hot desert as the sun shines bright on them.
“I don’t think I can push forward” a young Jacob Seed tells Joel. Panting and stumbling through the hot sand.
“C’mon Seed we have to keep moving” he tells him.
After several minutes of walking through the sand an explosion sends Joel, Miller, Jacob and a few others flying several feet away from each other. They all manage to find each other after god who knows how long. Almost dying of dehydration.
“We gotta keep moving” Joel’s second in command tells him.
Joel looks around and notices they’re missing a few of their men.
“Where’s Seed and Miller?!?” he asks them. They look around for them, and accept that they were either killed, or they got lost in the explosion.
“We have to look for them” Joel tells them.
“Sir, we have to keep moving forward to base” his second in command tells him. They move forward through the desert and make it to their base. Not wanting to leave two of their men behind, knowing they could still be alive.
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December 1991
It’s been over almost a year since Joel came back from Iraq. He wasn’t the same after all that shit. He suffered from PTSD, night terrors and insomnia. He has burn scars on his right shoulder, bicep and 30% of the right side of his body.
Thinking that Mandy would leave him because of his trauma and disfigurement of his skin. She stood by side through all of it. She didn’t see him any differently, she still loved him regardless. With the help of her sister Marie, he planned on proposing to her. On December 22 1991 just before Christmas. He proposed to her at a Christmas party in front of all their friends and family.
Taking a knee, the usual way of proposing.
“Mandeline Lucille Campell will you marry me?!” he asks, ring in hand. The crowd of their friends and family “awe” in response.
Her hands covering her mouth, she nods her head and softly mutters “Yes” to his proposal.
Tears filling her eyes as he places the ring on her left ring finger.
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September 7 1992
The wedding of Joel Victor Winchester & Mandeline Lucille Campell.
"Are you ready?" Marie asks her older sister. As she dusts off her white wedding dress.
Mandy nods her head, taking a deep breath, "Yeah, yeah I'm ready!".
Preparing to walk down the aisle, and marrying the love of her life. Her long-time boyfriend, then fiancée and soon to be husband.
“Do you Mandeline Lucille Campell take Joel Victor Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband. In sickness and in health. For good, or for worse. Till death do you part?” the priest asks.
Looking up at her soon to be husband, “I do” she answers.
He asks Joel the same exact thing, and he gives the same exact response.
“I do” he says, looking down at his now beautiful wife.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" the priest tells Joel, and he kisses his new wife.
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May 1994
Mandy announces her pregnancy with her first child. Waiting patiently for the results, sitting on the bathroom floor as Joel sat on the opposite side of the bathroom door. She got the results, and she is indeed pregnant. She opens the door, and immediately runs into Joel’s arms, tears streaming down her face.
“What is it?!, what is it?!” he asks, excitedly.
She shows him the stick, and he lifts her up. Kisses her.
“We’re gonna be parents!!” he mutters, excitedly. Lifitng her up off the floor.
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July 1994
Joel and Mandy get the results on the sex of their first child. The ultrasound technician puts the gel on her stomach and uses the sonographer to scan her belly.
Joel holds onto Mandy’s hand in anticipation. Squeezing it.
“So let's see what we got here” she tells them, as she scans her stomach.
“It looks like you’re having a girl!” she tells the soon to be parents.
They look at each other excitedly, in shock and in tears.
“We’re having a girl!!” Mandy mutters to Joel, kissing him.
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January 19 1995
Mandy goes into labor a few months early, and gives birth to a healthy baby girl at the Phoenix Regional Hospital in Phoenix, Arizona. After being in labor for 7 hours.
Weighing 7 pounds 6 ounces. Born at 2:15pm.
“She’s so beautiful” Mandy says, cradling her daughter. A nurse walks into the room, with a clipboard in hand and asks “So what are we naming her?”.
“Paige Hannah” Joel tells her. She writes down the name and takes it to file it for records.
“And you wanted to name her Dawn Mercedes” Mandy mocks him, looking down at her new infant daughter.
He chuckles, “Yeah, I’m glad you changed my mind about it”.
A few moments past and a man walks into the room.
“Joel and Mandeline Winchester?'' he asks, walking into the hospital room. They both look up at the man.
“Yes?” Joel questions him, “Who are you?”.
“I’m Michael” he tells them, “Archangel Michael”.
They look at him in confusion, Joel stands up from the hospital bed and becomes defensive.
“What do you want?” he asks in a threatening tone.
He puts his hands up showing that he means no harm. “I mean no harm to you, your wife and the new addition to your family”.
He goes on to tell them that he is baby Paige’s Guardian Archangel. That he will protect and watch over her until the day she dies.
"So what? Babies are assigned Archangels when they're born?" he asks.
"Yes, I believe Raphael is Mandeline's guardian Archangel, and I'm yours" Michael tells them.
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August 5 1998
Mandy gave birth to another girl at the same hospital where she had Paige.
Almost having her at their home which is 15 minutes away from the hospital.
Weighing 7 pounds 8 ounces born at 7:42am, now with baby number two in the family.
Mandy’s sister Marie watched over Paige while they went to the hospital.
After 3 in half hours of labor pain and contractions, she finally had baby Katella.
“I can’t believe it” Joel mutters, looking down at his new infant daughter “We now have 2 beautiful girls. She’s so beautiful”.
They both stare down at their new addition to the family.
“I’m so glad Paige stopped me from naming her Sasha Georgia” he says to Mandy.
She chuckles, “Yeah me too. Katella Evyanna is a better name for her”.
“Gabrielle would’ve been better” a man tells them, who appeared out of the blue in front of them.
They both look up at the man, Joel scoffs at him, rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling “Let me guess. Gabriel? Archangel?”.
He smiles at them, and says with his hands up “Guilty!!”.
“What do you want?” Mandy asks him, Already knowing what this is all about.
He sighs, sitting at the foot of the bed “The same route my big bro Michael did with little Paige. I’m this little one's Guardian Angel. I will protect, watch over her and blah blah blah until she dies. All that jazz”.
They both look at him in confusion, and also in a way underestimating the youngest Archangel.
"It's not too late to name her Gabrielle Tricksterina" he tells them.
"We'll stick with Katella Evyanna. Thanks Gabe". Mandy says to him.
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November 14 1998
Baby Katella is 3 months old, Paige is 3 years old.
“What time are you gonna be off?!” Mandy asks Joel, from the kitchen table.
“Same time as usual” he tells her from their bedroom “5:30pm”.
He continues to get ready for work while Mandy feeds Kate her bottle, and Paige is sitting in her high chair eating cut up fruit.
He walks into the kitchen, and kisses her, and his daughters goodbye.
“I’m leaving for work now” he tells her. Kissing her head, as well as the two little girls.
Going to his job at the auto shop where he works as head mechanic.
Mandy is taking maternity leave from her job as a receptionist at a dental office.
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April 19 1999
The night where it all happened, the night where Azazel took Joel’s life by causing a house fire.
Killing him when he went to check on baby Katella.
Confronting the demon that took his life. Killing him and pushing him up to the ceiling.
Mandy woke up to the smell of smoke, thinking Joel was cooking something.
She went to check on both Paige and Kate. Upon checking on her youngest daughter, a droplet of blood lands on Mandy’s hand, she looks up and sees her husband laying against the ceiling.
Within seconds the whole ceiling was engulfed into flames. Killing Joel instantly.
Paige runs to the room, and sees everything. Mandy grabs Kate from her crib and hands her to her eldest daughter.
Telling her to take her sister and run as fast as she can.
Running out to the front lawn as the house is engulfed in flames.
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September 2011
“Mom what’s going on?” 16 year old Paige asks her mother.
Des Moines, Iowa. A teacher from Paige and Kate’s high school had reported to Child Protective Services about some cuts, bruises and other wounds on Kate’s arms and hands.
A cut on Paige’s left cheek, and bruised, bloody knuckles.
Reporting that the 2 girls are being abused by their mother.
Mandy would never lay a finger on her kids. Wasn’t able to convince the police and CPS that she would never hit her kids.
Even with Paige and Kate coming to her defense. They still took them away from her.
“Everything is fine girls” she tells them.
“Girls you’re gonna have to come with us” an officer tells them.
They both look at him, and everyone else in confusion.
“What’s happening?!” 13 year old Kate asks. Hiding behind her elder sister.
“Girls I’m Nancy from Child Protective Services. You’re both gonna have to come with us” she tells them.
“Why?!” Paige asks.
“You both attend Des Moines Junior high?” the officer asks.
“Yeah” Paige answers.
“A teacher reported some wounds, and other physical injuries on you” he tells them.
They take the girls away from Mandy after they both resisted. Taking them away in separate vehicles.
Mandy later would have child abuse charges against her, and she would flee Iowa shortly after. Paige and Kate were sent to live with their uncle Brent and aunt Laura.
Mandy was charged, and had a restraining order against her. Forbidding her from seeing, or contacting her daughters until they turned 18. Once Paige turned 18 she took off and searched for her mother.
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January 2012
"There's a man in Hope County, Montana that needs protection" Raphael tells Mandy.
"Okay, what's his name?" she asks.
"God hasn't given me his name, but you are the one that must protect him" he tells her.
Not understanding what the job is actually about, she reluctantly agrees to protect this man whom she has no idea who he is or what his name is. Not knowing what he looks like either.
"Okay, I'll go to Montana and protect this man who I never met, nor seen" she tells the Archangel.
#mandy winchester#joel winchester#the mother mandy winchester#my writings#protect of edens gate#eden's gate: the mother#eden's gate series#supernatural gabriel#supernatural raphael#jacob seed#fc5 series#my far cry 5 ocs#my supernatural ocs#far cry 5#joseph seed#my ocs#paige winchester#kate winchester#my crossover shit#my crossovers#supernatural michael
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So i did talk about the change from Ayrin to Ray over HERE but i realize ray’s development doesn’t just stop there . . ? in my long google doc that’s a wip about his events through all the games , he did a lot & a lot changed with him ( built hyrule castle , he learned his sexuality during the hyrulean civil war , he tried to take the triforce when the sacred realm was discovered to wish for his mortality & was a bi pirate for a bit ! ) .
but i realized when he tried to save himself -- by exploding himself & the gate of time , he suffered : he lost his eye . so . . . he should have MORE damage the second time he exploded -- trying to save the knights in the citadel during the calamity .
THE EVENTS & IT’S AFTERMATH ; ( it’s a long one i’m blue now )
THE EVENTS ;
with the king of hyrule dead, zelda , link & the champions trying to fight the beast -- the knights of hyrule were without a leader. stepping up ray named himself the next in command. most of the knights were too frazzled to fight or they understood ray was probably the best person . he decided that the Citadel was their best shot at this because of placement . there he would make his last stand against the hordes of guardians in Akkala along with the rest of the army . if they could not stop the calamity at least he could buy the people some time to escape before escaping themselves .
one by one he watched his fellow men in arms fall , their blood staining the ground . the life gone from their eyes . their soul . . . now given to protect the land they loved . hot tears burned his face as he hit back the blasts from guardians –– screaming back at the men to run & bar the doors to the citadel . so long as he stood he would not let the mechanical beasts past this bridge ! despite his best efforts the demon tired after days of battling them , let his guard down. multiple guardians surrounded him , all attacking at once .
he couldn’t run . he couldn’t fight them . ray dropped his sword & built up his magic as much as he could .
–– he exploded .
himself, some of the guardians, and the bridge to the citadel were broken . he hoped that it would buy the knights inside enough time to save themselves .
that was one hundred years ago. fifty of those he spent in a deep slumber, revered back to his weapon form : a rusty battle axe that laid somewhere by the ruins of what he tried so hard to protect . some bokoblin used him as a weapon to terrorize poor survivors of the war . . . soon enough he awoke , frazzled & confused -- still believing to be in the middle of the calamity . not knowing so long had passed he rushed inside the citadel ; only to find it silent .
he ran through the dusty halls looking for someone -- anyone . screaming out all the names he remembered & begging for answers back . soon enough he found them , but not how he wanted to . holding onto one another in frozen fear forever as skeletons . some clinging to letters addressed to their families . others recording their last moments hoping someone would find them .
this was there final resting place & ray couldn’t even join them .
he stayed for weeks, mourning the loss of his brothers in arms . soon he realized his own issues . his right side of his body wasn’t working like it used to . not wanting to think about it he recalled what he had told dawn -- to wait for him in hateno if this calamity did happen as princess zelda feared . the journey to her was long & tiring . but , after weeks of travel he made it back to her -- only to get an earful for making her wait as well as a tearful reunion .
THE AFTERMATH ;
ray didn’t realize at first but now half his face was missing . well ray likes to round down & say 1 / 4 -- mostly to tease dawn
his right hand can’t grip a sword nor anything tightly enough . he’ll drop anything with weight if he tries to hold it ( even a cup ) . it enrages him to no end but he simply started training with his left as if it wasn’t a serious issue .
he spaces out every now & then , seemingly lost in thought . dawn will ask where he goes but he doesn’t notice he even does it .
walks with a touch of a limp . he’s not in a lot of pain but it’s a low constant one in his right hip & knee . he never can get conformable , even in the softest of beds .
slight memory issues ! sometimes it’s little things like forgetting where he placed something or the date -- but every now & then he will think its a different era completely & even speak a different version of hylian . ( this is a less ‘ i exploded ‘ thing & more of a C- PTSD thing )
seems more chill at times ..........but really he’s in a state of shock . emotionally paralyzed by shame, guilt & self-blame . yeah ray had gone to war but never did he cause the death of the whole army .
even after exploding ray is still the same mother fucker who will go hunt lynels for fun - hell he thinks its more of a challenge now that he can’t use his right hand . ray is VERY good at hiding his feelings anyway . he holds a poker face 24 / 7 anyway . dawn ( & lovers ) are really the only ones to see past this .
nightmares worsen . the man barley sleeps now unless dawn forces him too . before he would awake with a quick heart rate & a jolt -- now he wakes up screaming in a cold sweat .
WHAT THIS MEANS FOR DAWN ;
dawn is so happy to finally see ray again -- but seeing him as a shell of his former self was heartbreaking . she is always with him , afraid he’ll fall apart when she’s not looking ( in the fifty years between their reunion & the start of botw ray never worsens but she still fears it ) . dawn kinda started to baby him , much to ray’s dismay .
softly she tries to ask him to seek repairs . fixing his weapon form will heal him just as it’s done for her . as always ray refuses -- taking this as penance for his sins ( he even says this pain makes him feel more human ) but since he refuses repairs dawn has been researching a way to transfer ray into a new weapon completely . so far all she knows is that it will require a new master to be banded too . knowing ray killed their former master , she doesn’t think this will go over well .
AND FOR CURRENT BOTW THREADS ?
everything stays the same since personality wise nothing changed too much ( i mean he’s a bit chiller but that poker face is still there baby ) . he just might be a touch weaker & walk with a bit of a limp !
#▌about & RAY▐ ― ⌠when honor dies . i will be denied my history ! ⌡#war /#war related ptsd /#war trauma /#long post /#fucking hell someone tell me to stfu and do replies instead
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HAPPY DAWNING, MY FELLOW GUARDIANS!!
I genuinely forgot how much I liked the Dawning and was kinda dreading it because of how much I dislike Christmas irl but now it's here and I'm actually really happy with the energy it's bought! Mainly because almost as soon as I loaded in, I got a snowball to the face but hey.
#Dawning#The Dawning#Chrimas#Destiny#Destiny 1#Destiny 2#Eva Levante#Space Grandma#She takes care of us#We love her for that#Even rat man loves her
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Thera’s Journal Entry #30
My ship sat in the hangar of the Tower, the ramp down as I got ready for the Dawning. The celebration began today, and I always decorated my ship for the occasion. I started to open boxes that I kept in my closet. They were filled with ornaments, a mini christmas tree, and lights... lots and lots of lights. Christmas music from Pre-Golden Age played through my speakers.
Fellow Guardians waved as they passed my ship. They knew that every year I did this, a few stopped to have a short conversation. With everything that has happened this year, the Dawning still put a lot of people in good spirits.
Scout was floating around, enjoying his new shell that I had bought him. It was one called the Tangled Shell. It was light blue (one of his favorite colors), with a Dawning star on it, along with bright lights covering it. I had saw him eyeing it before, and bought it for him as a early Dawning gift.
I pulled out the mini tree, took a seat on the floor, and began to fix up the branches.
“Hey, Thera!” I heard, as I was working on the last branch.
I looked up to see Ann, a gun strapped to her back, and a hand gun in a holster at her hip. Her helmet was tucked under her arm but was soon transmatted away by Poppy.
I stood up. “Just got off the field, huh?”
“Yeah, had to do a strike for Zavala, and two patrols. But, now I’ve got the rest of the day off.”
“Good, help me out with the decorations.”
“You’re decorating the Queen of Hearts?” She asked as she walked up the ramp.
“The inside. I do it every year.”
She looked inside one of the boxes and pulled out a bunch of lights that I had used for at least five years, probably more. Might have been ten. I don’t know.
I went to place the small tree, which only reached up to my waist, in the corner of my ship, near the door to the cockpit. “Hey, plug those up and see if all the lights work.”
“You know,” Ann said as she moved over to a plug in. “I’m surprised to hear you listening to music like this.”
“It gets me in the holiday spirit. I don’t just like AC/DC and Aerosmith and all that.”
“Hey, I’m not hating on it. It’s pretty nice.”
She plugged the lights in then turned to me. “I think you need some new lights.” Poppy stated.
I turned to see that most of the lights were either dim, or not working at all.
“Hey, can you-”
“Thera!” Came a voice. I walked down the ramp to see an exo warlock, Myth-3 was her name, holding two boxes.
“What do ya need?” I asked.
She laid the boxes on the ground. “Hannah wanted me to bring these to ya. Dawning decorations from last year that were never sold.”
Hannah was a non light bearer who sold all sorts of things in a large shop down in the city, close to the Tower. She sold everything from furniture, to clothes, to books, and everything in between.
“Bring em up here.”
Myth did so and I opened them up.
“Good, new christmas lights. Ooh, colorful ones.” I pulled them out.
“She said you’d like those.”
“You be sure to tell her I said thank you.”
“I will.” Myth said with a wave as her Ghost transmatted her away.
I turned back to Ann. “We’ll do these lights first. You check out the what’s in the rest of these boxes while I hang em.”
I hung the bright, colorful lights around the main room, then hung another smaller set in the small bedroom of the ship. I went back to Ann, who was going through the other box, which was filled entirely with ornaments except for a few tree toppers and a new garland.
I pulled out a star tree topper and the garland. Both of which were Nebula Rose, the same color as my armor. Hannah always knew just what you’d like.
“Sweet.” I heard Ann state.
“Alright, I’m going to get the garland and mini lights put on the tree, then you start handing my ornaments.” I said.
I finished up with the garland and lights, then Ann started to hand me ornaments after she put the hooks on them. I put them all around the tree, then handed the tree topper to Ann.
“Here. Put it right on top.”
And she did so.
I hooked up the tree to the nearby outlet and smiled at the pretty bright lights.
“It’s awesome,” Ann said, digging through a box. “But you’re missing something.”
She pulled something out and pulled over a chair. Then she reached up and hung a mistletoe from the ceiling.
“You’re gonna need this for your date with you-know-who.” She gave me a grin.
I rolled my eyes but smiled. “Speaking of which, I have to pick up a Dawning gift for him.” I said, heading off the ramp, closing up the ship, and heading to the main area of the Tower.
Ann followed behind. “What did you have in mind?”
“He’s got no casual clothes, only his armor. I was thinking about buying him some. Something to wear if he ever wants to relax in comfort.”
“That’s nice. What’s the plan for the date?”
“I’ll tell you after it happens.”
Ann shrugged.
“Oh, and I’m going to make him some cookies. He always enjoyed my baked snacks.”
“Your baked snacks are amazing!” She exclaimed. “I heard you made a whole bunch and then gave them to some people here in the Tower.”
“Yeah. Mostly those who’ve played a big impact in my life in one way or another. People who do a lot of work and deserve a baked snack. If I could, I’d give all the Guardians one, but that would be way to much work.”
Ann smiled as we exited the hangar. She looked around in awe of all the decorations. I smiled at her wonder filled eyes.
I remember my first Dawning. Walking into the Tower made me so happy, to see everyone having fun. The decor was always so beautiful, and there was cheer all around as gifts were exchanged. Zane and I had started a snow ball fight with some other hunters once, while Sora and a few other warlocks were sipping hot chocolate and talking nearby. Most of the other hunters had fireteam members and friends who were in the group of warlocks so we got an idea.
Everyone had grabbed a large snowball and we ran up to them. At the count of three we all threw the snowballs at the same time, covering every single warlock in snow.
We did not expect that they would grab their own snowballs and throw them back. And we certainly didn’t expect to lose a snowball fight to them either. But it was a great memory I had. Screaming and laughter as we ran around, dodging snowballs and sometimes slipping on the ice. I remember a few others that were around joining in as well. I think a snowball hit Shaxx, cutting him off from announcing in the Crucible. I was pretty sure that the snowball that knocked a hunter off his feet and made him slide across the floor was thrown by Shaxx.
Speaking of snowball fights....
Ann was ahead of me so I quickly grabbed some snow and made a ball out of it. I saw Tess Everis out of the corner of my eye smile then look down as I threw it, hitting Ann on the back of the head.
“What the-” She turned around the see me fixing up another one and ducked just as I threw it.
She grinned and soon a snowball fight between the two of us broke out. The two of us ran about the Tower, chasing one another with snowballs. Ann slipped on some ice once as she ran at me and fell to the ground. I couldn’t remember laughing so hard.
Ikora watched as the two of us ran past, smiling. I knew she hadn’t seen me act like this for years.
We ended up doing a circle around the Tower and ended back at the bazaar again. Ann threw a snowball at me and I ducked down. It whizzed past my head and hit Ikora square in the chest. She folded her arms and grinned, looking down at the snow on her robes. Ann and I froze, not knowing what to expect.
Ikora reached down and grabbed a handful of snow.
“Sh-”
She threw it at me and hit me square in the face. Ann started to laugh before another one soon hit her.
“Try to aim away from me, you two.” She stated.
“Yes, ma’am.” Ann answered.
The both of us calmed down.
“Oh, shoot, right. I’ve got to head down the Hannah’s to get Crow’s gift.” I said.
“Alright.” Ann said, still giggling as she brushed some snow off of her.
We headed down to the city and walked down the streets, which were filled with warmly dressed civilians, a lot of them holding presents. I entered a shop and a bell rung above me.
A women in her thirties looked up from the book she was reading at the desk by the door. She had curly blonde hair, white skin, and brown eyes and wore black framed glasses. That was Hannah. Her red lips smiled as she saw it was me.
“Thera!” She exclaimed, closing her book and standing up.
“Hey, Hannah.”
“What brings you here? A quick Dawning gift?”
“Yes, actually.”
“Really? Who for?”
“She’s got a date in a few days and needs a Dawning gift to surprise him.” Ann answered for me.
“Ooh, a date? What are you hoping to find?”
“Something warm. He doesn’t have many casual clothes. I think he’d like some.”
“I have just the thing. Come.” She gestured with her hand to another door which led to a room full of clothes of all sorts hung upon hangers.
She went over to a rack that only had sweaters and picked through it.
“What colors does he like?” She looked back and asked.
“Uh, black and dark blue. Maybe dark purple.” I answered.
She pulled out a sweater with black and blue stripes and handed it to me.
“Does this work?” She asked.
I checked the size to make sure it was right. Scout had asked Glint what size he thought Crow was. The sweater would fit perfectly. “Perfect. I’d like some regular trousers, preferably black if you have that color. And some boots. Oh, and some gloves.”
“He a hunter?” Hannah asked as she grabbed some black pants off of a shelf and then went over to the shoes section.
“Well, I guess so.”
“What do you mean, you guess so?”
“He hasn’t really chosen a class yet.”
Scout appeared beside me. “With the way he dresses, he’s a hunter.”
Hannah laughed as she grabbed some snow boots. She took a pair of dark blue gloves as we went to the desk. I stopped to look at some wrapping paper and grabbed a roll that was blue with gold Dawning designs on it. All the objects were laid out on the desk.
“50 glimmer, for all of it.” She stated.
“It looks more than that.” I said, pulling out some glimmer and handing her a hundred. “And thanks for the decorations. I needed some new ones.”
“You’re very welcome. Come back if you need more Dawning gifts.” She said with a wave as I walked out of the store. Ann had the box full of stuff in her hands.
“Alright,” I turned to Ann. “I’m heading to my room to work on wrapping this stuff. And I’ve got to get to work on making some snacks for Crow.”
“Okay. I’m heading into the Crucible to finish up some bounties.” She said.
The elevator took us up to the Tower and we parted ways. I headed up to my room and left the box on my unmade bed. I pulled out the wrapped paper, arranged all the items the way I wanted them to be, then sat it on the floor. I sat beside it and began to wrap up the gift with a smile on my face.
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The rumors reaching Nezahual’s ears can’t be true. They suggest that Tenochtitlan’s Master of the House of Darts and the High Priest for the Dead are...together, and Nezahual’s met Acatl. No, Teomitl is clearly going to be pining forever.
He decides to visit his sister city, and learns much more than he really wanted to.
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Not for the first time, Nezahual reflected that his life couldn’t get any better than this. He was a healthy young ruler with slaves to serve his every whim and his pick of lovely, inventive concubines to share his mat; he had only to wave a hand, and a dozen servants would rush to attend him. The mat spread out in his palace gardens boasted two thick cloaks and a deer pelt to cushion his reclining form, and above him a pair of noisy motmots fluttered like living jewels.
By his side, his current favorite concubine—Miyahuaxochitl—picked up a delicately carved rosette of fruit, studying it for a moment before popping it into her mouth. “Hm.”
He put an arm around her, pulling her a little closer. “Is it not to your taste?”
She thought for a moment and shook her head. “No, my lord, it is. Forgive me, I was only...thinking.”
“Oh?” It wasn’t an accusatory question—of course she was entitled to the contents of her own head, though he’d never been especially impressed by her sagacity—but she flinched anyway. He registered, belatedly, that he’d been using what his childhood playmates had called the “creepy snake face,” the one that supposedly made him look like a rattlesnake eyeing a bird’s nest. It wasn’t like he could help being curious, but when you were an agent of Quetzalcoatl, that apparently came with side effects. Oops.
At least she got over her unease quickly. “About the tales you told of your last visit to Tenochtitlan. Working with Teomitl-tzin and Acatl-tzin.”
“...Thinking about other men?” He smiled.
“Not like that.” As he hope she would, she shoved him lightly and pretended to take offense. “I was wondering how Teomitl-tzin’s marriage is going. I don’t like to think of anyone being unhappy in love.”
“His wife is the Guardian of the Duality in Tenochtitlan.” And absolutely the most terrifying woman I’ve ever met. Too bad Teomitl snatched her up first. We might have killed each other, but gods, I’d die happy. He twined a lock of Miyahuaxochitl’s hair around his fingers. “I’m sure it’s going fine.”
She didn’t seem soothed. Her gaze drifted over the sparkling water of the nearest fountain as she replied, “...Well...yes, my lord, but…”
“But?”
For a long moment, she silently traced meaningless patterns over his bare chest. It tickled, but not enough for him to be distracted from her words when she finally spoke. “It’s only that...you mentioned he seemed awfully close with her brother.”
“Acatl is his teacher.” But even as he spoke, his mind whirled. The pup is often angry—I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s his base emotional state—but when Acatl was accused of treason...gods, he was frantic, and not on his own behalf. And there’s the way he looks at him when Acatl can’t see him... Nobody looks at another person like that if they aren’t at least a bit infatuated.
Miyahuaxochitl had clearly reached the same conclusion far ahead of him. He mentally revised his opinion of her brainpower. “Mm. That’s...not the kind of closeness I mean…”
Anyone who could do the things she could with her tongue had no business blushing like that at a mere insinuation. And she hasn’t even seen them together. I swear the only time Teomitl wasn’t glaring at something was when he was looking at Acatl. “You really think so?”
She nodded. “I listen when the slaves talk amongst themselves. They all say that when those two were guests at your summer palace, they seemed...very close. And some of the merchants, too—rumor has it that Acatl-tzin never used to even step foot in the palace until he met Teomitl-tzin, and now he’s there all the time.”
He found himself remembering the last time he’d been in their combined presence. The bloodstained courtyard. The ghosts. The ahuizotls, all teeth and claws. And the way Teomitl had looked at Acatl, even with his sword drawn and visions of the Turquoise-and-Gold crown filling his head. Well. That would certainly explain a lot. I wonder if...no. If I hadn’t seen it for myself, I’d question whether Acatl even had blood in his veins. The poor pup is doomed.
The thought made him grin. There was, after all, a way for his life to improve—watching Teomitl splutter in impotent rage. “I think it’s time I spend a week in Tenochtitlan again.”
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Pomp and circumstance were, of course, the prerogative of a Revered Speaker traveling to an allied city. But for once, Nezahual found himself curious as to what would happen if he took the subtle approach. Accordingly, his boat docked in the Atempan calpulli—if the memories of his spies served, Acatl had been from there—and he prepared himself for a nice, long walk on a sunny day. He’d even taken the steps of leaving his guards with the boat and most of his jewelry; they would follow an hour or so behind, to be ready in case he needed them. Meanwhile, in his least elaborate cloak, he could pass for a nobleman’s child instead of an Emperor for a day.
Ah, the sacrifices he made for the sake of information.
For being the domain of peasants, the calpulli really wasn’t as shabby as he’d imagined it would be. Children ran underfoot just as they did in the outskirts of his own city, and women called to each other as they spun thread and ground corn. He’d been walking for perhaps half an hour, heading deeper into the city, when he heard a name that gave him pause.
A group of women had gathered in an open courtyard to spin maguey fibers; one, middle-aged, sat down on the outside of their little circle and commented, “Saw our Acatl the other day.”
Acatl was a common name, but the degree of pride in her voice suggested he was more than just a fellow peasant. If he squinted, he thought he could make out a certain family resemblance—that girl shared his nose, and that woman had a precise copy of his jaw. Cousins, then. He made a production of stretching and leaning against the wall of the opposite house, for all the world as though he was fascinated by the birds in the tree branches above, and watched as a woman with red ribbons twined through her marriage braids perked up noticeably at her words. “Oh? How’s he doing?”
Their arbiter of knowledge grinned as she set her spindle whirling. “Seemed to be doin’ quite well for himself; had a nice new pair of silver earrings and all.”
Now that was interesting; Acatl was entitled to a degree of splendor as a High Priest, but her tone suggested he’d only recently begun to take advantage of it. Red Ribbons nudged the woman next to her. “Remember when he went off to calmecac and announced he’d stay on as a priest? His parents were furious!”
General sighs around the circle. Nezahual privately marked down Acatl’s parents as idiots.
A buxom woman in a flower-embroidered blouse muttered, “What a waste.”
Though this mildly blasphemous statement seemed to meet with some approval, the older woman let out a defensive huff. “Hey—he’s an excellent priest! Our Acatl, a High Priest!”
Flower Blouse sighed wistfully, a motion which did interesting things to her chest. “I know, Auntie. I’m sure you’re proud. But...he’s so handsome.”
There were collective nods. One girl clasped a hand to her chest and gazed wistfully up at the heavens, as though the mere thought of Acatl was enough to send her into rapture. Nezahual raised an eyebrow. While that is certainly an apt enough descriptor if you’re into older men, his personality...then again, I do seem to have a knack for running into him in stressful times. Stressful times he’d occasionally caused, but that was besides the point.
Red Ribbons looked thoughtful. “No wonder all the girls were so upset. Remember Huchimitl?”
A slender woman with her hair in a maiden’s plait smirked at her. “Just the girls? Because I remember your husband, when he was young—”
“Her husband, then? My brother, now! You should have heard him when he was at the boy’s calmecac, it was all Acatl-tzin this and Acatl-tzin that—“
“Girls!” Their auntie aimed a scorching glare around the circle, and all five of them suddenly found their spindles utterly fascinating. “You should be ashamed, gossiping like that about our High Priest for the Dead!”
The maiden was either brave or suicidal. “Auntie, you started it…”
“I was merely telling you what I saw!” She sniffed. “Ridiculous girl, it’s hardly my fault if our Acatl wants to finally take advantage of his place in the world—the Duality knows it took him long enough. Why, I remember when you all were young...”
Judging by the assembled eye-rolls and badly stifled groans, it seemed she was about to break into one of the dreaded When I Was Your Age speeches bemoaned by younger generations everywhere. Nezahual had heard his fair share as a child, and had no intention of staying and listening to this one.
Accordingly, he pushed off from the wall and continued on his way with a thoughtful hum. Clearly, Teomitl would have significant competition in the—vanishingly unlikely, he’d seen the way Acatl reacted to the suggestion of sexual intercourse—event of Acatl ever breaking his vows of chastity. Still, he mused. New earrings, for a man who never wears any. The pup must be trying very hard.
Hm. His last meal had been just after dawn, and he was getting hungry. The market should be packed at this time of day, and he had an excellent memory of a certain old grandmother’s tamales. He steered himself towards it.
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Tenochtitlan’s main market was, indeed, packed. He felt the cacao beans and gold-filled quills wrapped in his cloak, gaze drifting over stalls selling jewelry and knives and caged animals. A woman on a spread-out blanket was haggling intently over the price of a caged parrot; her neighbor was trying desperately to interest a sacred courtesan in a length of orange cotton. At another time he might have bought both—he could always use a sacrifice to Xochiquetzal, just to be polite—but the smell of roasted meat was distracting.
He wound up buying two tamales, leaning against a tree to eat them just in time to avoid bumping into a porter with a load of bulky, fragile feather fans. Quetzal feathers predominated, a blazing iridescent green, but he spied bright blue cotinga and the delicate reddish-pink of spoonbill feathers as well. They were fit for a nobleman, if not the imperial court itself, and he wondered which featherworker’s shop had turned them out.
They were apparently quite impressive to the merchant manning a blanket full of wicker baskets, who remarked, “...Big order.”
The porter shrugged, adjusting his hold as the topmost fan made a bid for freedom from its carrying strap. “Oh, these? Straight to the Temple of Mictlantecuhtli.”
“Again?!”
“Yep.”
The merchant blinked slowly. “...Tlaloc’s green dick, who died?”
Another shrug. The errant fan hit the ground, and he swore as he knelt to pick it up. “Nobody important, so far as I know. At least, not recently.”
Given the way the merchant leaned forward, eyes gleaming as he lowered his voice, he’d come to the same conclusion Nezahual was rapidly arriving at himself. Such expensive feathers were either payments for services rendered, or...well. Payments for services you hoped would be rendered. Nezahual stopped chewing momentarily, the better to eavesdrop on the man’s murmur of “Must be a personal gift.”
That got a snort and a badly hidden grin. “Dunno why they bother. Acatl-tzin’s just gonna sell ‘em and give the proceeds to the poor anyway.”
“Pft, you have no romance in your soul—oh, I’ll let you go.” He’d spotted a potential customer, and beamed encouragingly at the woman who’d made the mistake of getting too close with intent to buy.
As the porter trudged off, Nezahual returned his focus to his lunch. They were really excellent tamales, spiced meat punctuated by the sharp bite of roasted chilies. He wondered if the woman who sold them would be interested in moving to Texcoco. It’s generally frowned upon to kidnap your allies’ citizens, but I might just risk it for more of these. It wasn’t like Tizoc would care, after all. Acatl might—the man was irritatingly principled—but a man who would sell that many expensive gifts to feed the poor probably wouldn’t complain too strenuously if one old woman got a new job in Nezahual’s palace kitchens.
He shook his head, biting back the smirk that wanted to escape. Poor, stupid Teomitl. That’s not a man that can be bribed onto your mat.
A pair of market girls passed by arm in arm, snapping their gum. He was about to tune them out, but their chatter snuck into his ears anyway.
The one in the pink blouse had a particularly chirpy voice; it would be just the thing to cheer him up after a tedious day, as long as she never brought up her current conversational topic again. “Did you really see the Master of the House of Darts down by the knife-seller the other day?”
Her companion—pale blue skirt, yellow makeup—nodded cheerfully. “Mm-hmm!”
A long, wistful sigh. “Mihmatini-tzin is so lucky.”
Blue Skirt puffed her cheeks out thoughtfully. “I wonder when he’ll take a concubine or two…”
That earned her a cheerful, laughing shove. “What, you think you’ll stand a chance?”
She was promptly shoved back, nearly colliding with a young man carrying a load of blankets as she cackled. “I just might!”
The joy in both girls’ faces was infectious, and Nezahual found himself with a genuine grin. Pink Blouse was smirking widely at her friend, showing off teeth that had been dyed a brilliant red. “You’ve got some competition, don’t you?”
“...Hm. I guess so. But...Teomitl-tzin’s really handsome.”
While Nezahual found himself regretting his decision to go incognito—neither girl had noticed him, and he was sure they’d revise their opinion of Teomitl’s supposed good looks if a better option presented himself—Pink Blouse let out a crack of laughter. “Hah!” Gum snapped cheerfully between her teeth as she added, “You’re not the only one who thinks so, I’ll tell you!”
He wondered who those people were—besides Mihmatini, who was proof positive that love made you blind and stupid. Nobody who looked that much like Tizoc could be that handsome, surely. Maybe on a foggy night. At a good distance. But before they could elaborate, he lost them in the crowd.
Both tamales were becoming distant memories, and he closed his eyes against the glare of the day to ponder his next move. Atempan and the markets had been enlightening, but they wouldn’t give him the answers he sought. He knew the palace would be his best bet, but there would be questions and politics and Tizoc there, none of which he especially felt like dealing with. At least not yet.
The Sacred Precinct was on his way, so he’d walk slowly. And if he engaged in the time-honored pastime of flirting with the next pretty girl he saw, that was absolutely besides the point.
&
It was mid-afternoon by the time he crossed over the canals to the Precinct walls, but the open plaza was as crowded as the markets had been. He kept his ears open and his mouth shut anyway. You could learn a lot from gossip if you were quiet. You could learn even more if you were Quetzalcoatl’s agent in the Fifth World, but he decided not to press his luck yet. His attendants were still keeping a significant distance behind him, and calling on the Feathered Serpent was something he preferred not to do in public. People always made such a fuss when your eyes rolled back in your head and spectral scales shimmered along your arms.
Ahead of him, one priest of Huitzilopochtli was huddling with another. He slowed his pace and pretended to be very interested in the sight of two sacred courtesans bickering.
The younger of the two priests was looking around warily, but his gaze slid right past Nezahual without seeing him. He clearly had different, worse problems. “...Quenami-tzin still seething?”
“Mmyep.”
“...I think I’ll take the long way back to the temple.” Nezahual couldn’t judge the priest for his wince; being under Quenami’s power had been bad enough for him, and he had been an Emperor since boyhood.
It didn’t take a genius to imagine why he was in a bad mood now. He remembered that load of feathers for the temple of Mictlantecuhtli, and smirked to himself. I can only imagine what he thinks of a peasant’s son accruing so many riches—and then to give them away! All because Teomitl thinks Acatl is one to be courted like a maiden.
The older and wiser priest nodded, but he was already distracted. The two bickering courtesans had descended to a screaming match, with vocabulary even Nezahual hadn’t heard employed in quite that way. It was fascinatingly undignified. “Good idea.”
“I mean, can you blame him?”
“It’s not Acatl-tzin’s fault that he—“
But Nezahual’s pace had slowed too much, and whatever wasn’t Acatl-tzin’s fault was lost when he nearly collided with a priestess carrying an armload of bloodstained grass balls. Since they had a regrettable tendency to roll all over the place when dropped, and since he had been raised with manners, he had to stop and help her pick them up. By the time they were finished, the priests had moved off.
He sighed. There was nothing for it; he’d have to enter the palace.
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As he’d predicted, it was a unique form of torture. He’d met up with his attendants, so at least he was properly dressed for the obligatory good-to-see-you-glad-you’re-not-dead-yet audience with Tizoc-tzin, but having to listen to the man’s voice sucked all the pleasure out of what should have been a soothingly rote speech. It would take time for a proper banquet to be arranged, leaving him with several hours of free time he seriously debated spending in the women’s quarters. It would probably be worth it if he got caught. Tizoc was almost definitely not up to the task of entertaining a lady, and the women were sure to be bored.
He’d made up his mind to try it when he ran into Teomitl. Almost literally ran into, in fact; the man was striding through the palace corridors at his usual brisk pace, only to stop dead when he saw him. He was wearing the red cloak of an off-duty Master of the House of Darts and a frown.
After a pause just long enough to be insulting, he addressed him. Aww, he was learning politics. “Nezahual-tzin.” A stiff, perfunctory bow. “What brings you here?”
“Would you believe a diplomatic visit?” He tried for his most winning smile.
It didn’t work. Teomitl’s eyes narrowed, and when he drew himself up Nezahual realized that the man was still taller than him. Every line of his body screamed irritation. “...No.”
He paused for an instant, considering, and then let his smile widen. It had always been fun to needle Teomitl, even when they were children—the man was always so serious, so dignified. Of course there was a place for such things, but if the man was in love...it would be terribly amusing to watch that dignity crack. “It is! I heard some very...interesting things about your lovely city on my way here, you know.” He couldn’t resist adding, “Apparently Acatl-tzin’s very well-liked.”
Teomitl’s fists clenched briefly, then relaxed. Oh, he was touchy. “As he should be.”
And quick to jump to Acatl’s defense, as well—there’d been no hesitation in his words. Nezahual remembered the day they’d rescued Acatl from a traitor’s death; it had been the only time he’d ever seen Teomitl so frantic. Acatl had been oblivious then, and he was oblivious now. “A shame he hasn’t noticed. I’ve heard he’s gotten some expensive gifts recently.”
“Mm.” His jaw was tight, and he was resolutely not meeting Nezahual’s gaze. There was a faint tinge of red in his dark face.
Nezahual fought an urge to snicker. Allied ruler or no, they were presently alone in the courtyard and he didn’t particularly care for being punched in the face. The jade rod piercing his septum as a symbol of his rule was just as breakable as his nose was, after all. “Is he the sort of person who enjoys a bit of luxury? Do you suppose he’s the sort of person who’d then think kindly of the sender? You know him so well, after all.”
Teomitl sucked in a breath. “I suppose it’s none of your business, Nezahual-tzin. Good day.”
Then he stormed off, and Nezahual didn’t stop him. Baiting Teomitl was highly entertaining, but he’d had his try at that for the moment. Until the banquet, he’d enjoy himself in more leisurely pursuits.
The banquet, when it came, was fascinating to watch.
Mihmatini and Teomitl sat together, and he found himself studying them. She was radiant in feathers and jewels, but were her eyes tight around the edges? Did she suspect that her husband was besotted with someone else? It had been blindingly obvious to him even when he’d attended their wedding; he’d made it through the ceremony and half the feast before he’d had to sneak off to laugh himself sick. Mihmatini was an intelligent woman, but...well, love did make you blind.
Or maybe she’s just trying not to see it. Of course, all men took their pleasure where they pleased, but he imagined it had to be much different—much worse for the wife—when the one your husband had designs on was your own elder brother. But they weren’t acting as though anything was amiss; as the evening wore on, she leaned against her husband’s shoulder, and Nezahual strongly suspected she was holding his hand where he couldn’t see. If he hadn’t known better, he’d think Teomitl had never gone behind her back to overthrow his brother.
...Speaking of brothers…
He turned his gaze to Tizoc’s gilded screen. Tizoc had always hated priests in general and Acatl in particular; his attempt to get the man killed proved that. The part of Nezahual’s mind that was always turning over schemes and inspecting them from new angles wondered idly how he’d react if he knew his younger brother was interested in his greatest foe, if that was something he could use...but no, he wouldn’t sink that low. Teomitl was not an enemy he wanted to have when the man became Revered Speaker in his turn. And an enemy I’d have in truth, if I did something to jeopardize the life of his favorite priest.
Who, to Nezahual’s surprise, was in attendance. Apparently his unannounced visit was judged a significantly important occasion to merit the presence of all three High Priests. Acatl was seated between his fellows, wearing full regalia and an expression which suggested that if either man tried to speak to him, he’d drown them in their soup bowls. Next to him, Quenami was grinding his teeth; it appeared his foul mood had persisted all day, and Nezahual would bet quite a lot that it had something to do with the silver earrings in Acatl’s ears. They weren’t large or ornate, but they glittered where they caught the torchlight.
As he watched, Acatl turned his head in Teomitl’s direction, and their eyes met. Teomitl, caught in the middle of raising a soup bowl to his lips, flushed and set it down.
Nezahual tried very hard not to start cackling into his grilled turkey.
&
In the end, the confirmation of all those rumors was an accident. He really didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But he’d been about to turn in for his own mat when the idea struck him, and so before he could think better of it he was on his way to Teomitl’s chambers. Maybe the man would spill something interesting if he prodded him hard enough.
Teomitl’s chambers turned out to be occupied.
Very occupied.
To give them credit, they were trying to be quiet; if he hadn’t been actually in the courtyard and aiming for silence himself, he might not have heard them. But there was a very familiar rustle of cloth, and the distinct crackle of a thin reed mat, and then—
He knew that voice. He knew it very well, even though he’d never heard it like that.
“Ah, hah, Acatl…”
Impossible.
He sat down hard in the packed dirt, feeling his world rearrange itself to make room for the noises he was hearing. That was Teomitl, half-breathless with pleasure, and that was Acatl’s answering indistinct murmur, and that was the faint slap of flesh against flesh, and that was the steady rustling of reed mats under a man’s weight. He’d thought Teomitl pining, trying desperately to catch his dignified tutor’s attention. The idea that he’d succeeded...
He realized he faced a crossroads. He could slink away while they were busy with each other—undoubtedly the honorable choice. He could interrupt them—crude, dishonorable, and likely to result in severe physical pain if not immediate death.
Or he could sit down in Teomitl’s courtyard to wait.
He found himself waiting for a long time—enough to pick out the constellations above his head and develop a certain respect for Acatl’s stamina, but not long enough for him to fully pin down what he was going to say. It seemed he might owe Teomitl some sort of apology, which was a distasteful thought. He could bear it, though. Apologies, advice, perhaps some gentle mockery—yes, that was how he’d deal with this.
Eventually the sounds from within faded to a quiet conversation, and then to the faint rustle of someone getting to their feet. He glanced idly at the entrance curtain as its bells jingled, taking in the sight of a formerly-chaste High Priest making his escape from a lover’s embrace. The key word there being formerly; Acatl may have once sworn a vow of chastity and celibacy, but he’d clearly not so much broken it as shattered it to pieces and performed a merry dance on the shards. There were the faint marks of teeth in his collarbone and bruises at his hip, and his previously neat hair was in disorder.
Oh, and he was staring at Nezahual in open horror, such that Teomitl scrambled up off the mat and all but knocked him aside in order to take up a protective stance in the doorway. Any moment now, the open horror would transmute itself to outrage.
Absolutely nothing could have stopped his tongue. “You two seem to have had a very pleasant evening.”
Teomitl had clearly gotten as good as he gave; there were the beginnings of some fantastic marks on his throat. Much more important, however, was that his eyes had gone solid jade, and the air was starting to fill with the scent of the lake. “You.”
“Teomitl!” Acatl seemed to have shaken off his horror; now he laid a hand on his lover’s arm as though that alone would stop him from doing violence. Then again, he’d seen the man accomplish the same with words before.
“Acatl…” It came out in a snarl. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off Nezahual, who was beginning to feel some mild concern.
“Look, if you kill him, it’s a diplomatic incident and it’ll start a war with Texcoco!”
“...And?”
“And I think Tizoc-tzin will probably want to know why!”
Nezahual decided he could probably risk interjecting. Acatl was being reassuringly sensible about the whole thing, and Teomitl’s eyes were returning to their normal dark brown. “I heard some very interesting rumors in Texcoco. You’re lucky that Tizoc-tzin never thinks beyond threats to his person.”
He watched as Acatl and Teomitl exchanged uneasy looks. It was Acatl who spoke, with his gaze fixed on Nezahual; the air around him grew measurably colder, though it didn’t seem to affect Teomitl at all. “...Rumors?”
He’d had a lot of time to stitch together the day’s overheard conversations into a cohesive whole, and he discovered he was amused by the tapestry it presented. “You two, together, seem to be rather a...popular notion among the people of Tenochtitlan. Aside from Huitzilopochtli’s clergy, of course.”
Both men recoiled for a moment, their faces red, and then they spoke at once. “I—“
“—That is—“
He held up a hand. “I won’t breathe a word.”
Teomitl’s eyes narrowed, cold as the bottom of the lake. He saw jade reflections dance in their depths. “You wouldn’t be so accommodating unless you want something from us.”
He’d also had a lot of time to determine what that something would be. It seemed a simple favor, and one unlikely to cause offense. Not with what he’d seen. “...Should Tizoc-tzin’s death come with a reasonable amount of warning…”
He paused, watching the way both men stiffened. Acatl’s fingers twitched as though to take Teomitl’s hand before he visibly pulled himself back; Nezahual couldn’t help but smile. As though we don’t all know the useless craven isn’t long for this world.
“You let me tell him on his deathbed.”
Teomitl was still suspicious, but he seemed inclined to listen. “...Why?”
“Star-demons,” he said promptly. He’d seen them only at a distance, but the carnage—the bodies in pieces, such as he’d never even seen on the worst battlefields—had stuck stubbornly in his mind. And to know it was Tizoc’s fault...yes, he’d be very much pleased with the chance to make the man’s last moments that little bit worse.
“...I’ll give you that,” Teomitl muttered.
“Excellent!” He affixed a charming grin to his face. “So we have an accord. I must confess, I really hadn’t expected Acatl-tzin to be swayed by pretty silver earrings. I would have held out for solid gold—“
Through gritted teeth, Acatl snapped, “I think you should leave.”
Since he didn’t want to be an ahuitzotl’s dinner—an annoyingly likely scenario, given the way Teomitl was vibrating with rage—he left. Quickly.
EXTRA: Some Weeks Earlier
Teomitl’s life changed irrevocably over lunch, of all things.
He’d started showing up at Acatl’s house with tamales after a long, frustrating argument with the rest of the war council regarding preparations for the next campaign, when he’d only wanted to comfort himself with the thought that at least he could do one useful thing by making sure the man he loved remembered to eat that day. It had quickly become a routine. Hearing Acatl’s voice, seeing him smile...it was good. It was all he would ever get, but it was good. He’d become an expert at ruthlessly beating back the corner of his heart that still stupidly yearned for more. He knew he wasn’t going to get it.
Even if Acatl kept looking at him. And smiling. And laughing, sometimes, a half-disbelieving chuckle that made his heart do unpleasant things in his chest.
Acatl wasn’t laughing now. He’d seemed preoccupied all day, and barely picked at his food. Teomitl’s chest hurt, and he told it sternly to cease. If you keep doing this to me, he told his heart, I will have you removed. Today’s meal had been worryingly quiet.
Acatl broke the silence without looking up from his half-eaten tamale. “...I heard some...interesting rumors from my cousins yesterday.”
Teomitl swallowed. Acatl had a lot of cousins. Not as many as he did—he could still count them all and didn’t need a chart to figure out how they were related—but a lot. It was probably nothing. “Oh?”
“They seem to think your feelings for me are…” He trailed off, and Teomitl had the pleasure of seeing him blush. It almost distracted him from the heartstopping terror coursing through his veins. “...Not quite platonic.”
“Ngyrk,” he said intelligently.
Acatl dropped his gaze to the floor. “...I try not to give credence to gossip.” He swallowed visibly. “But.”
“But,” he echoed. Maybe if he prayed hard enough, the earth he sat on would sink into the lake. Or one of the gods—at this point he wasn’t picky—would strike him down.
Acatl drew a slow, hesitant breath. He still wasn’t looking at him, and Teomitl realized his hands were starting to shake. His own were only spared that indignity by balling themselves up into fists so tight that his nails cut into his palms. “...If...they were accurate…”
He managed to force the words out somehow. I am no coward. If he’s going to throw my heart back in my face, I can damn well meet it head-on. “If they were? What would you do, Acatl-tzin?”
“...I’d say we should be more discreet, for starters.”
We. His heart leapt, and this time he didn’t tell it to stop. He could barely breathe; the dread had faded, and pure joy was fizzling up to replace it. “Does that mean you—“
Acatl pushed himself to his feet, holding out a hand to help him up as well. “It means, I think we should continue this discussion inside.”
They didn’t wind up doing much talking.
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God I want to expand more into this AU but I’m fucking SICK. It’s ironically called the Found Dragon Fam! AU, or just FDF!AU, because it just Raihans getting to meet all the famous, or just well known, Dragon type trainers. And they help him build up his own team and a bunch of other family fluff. But there’s Bby!Ash and Bby!Gary.
Also if you want the three, or the rest of the fam, to some how take down Rose. Then y’all are free to write that part if ya want!
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“Rai! Rai!” A little boy shouted. Zooming through throngs of people just to tackle a boy who had just boarded off a plain.
“Ash!” Raihan greeted. Dropping his bag and backpack onto the ground so he could easily scoop up the six year old in a tight bear hug. Ash’s fit kicked the air lightly since he was up so high, due to Raihan growing a good foot since last summer.
This was just the second summer that Raihan was going to spend out of five here in Kanto. Working with Champion Lance, Unovas top gym leader Drayden, and a few more dragon type specialtist. It was something old Lindy set up for him, since Raiahan is taking over her grandmother’s gym back in Galar once he’s done shadowing the other dragon trainers.
Raihan soon found out that he would also be dealing with a hyperactive kid Lance takes guardian ship over for the summer. Along with another boy, Gary Oak who was Professor Oaks youngest grandchild. Though Raihan didn’t mind at all, both boys did what they were told and only really got in the way when Raihans Pokémon didn’t want to leave the two to go train.
Speaking of the other boy. Gary followed Ash at a much slower rate, choosing to drag a chuckling Lance behind him.
“Ash!” Gary whined when the younger boy was, regrettably, set back down on his own to feet. “Lance told us to stay by him! And to not go running off!” The taller’s was quick to reprimand Ash, who slumped and turn to quietly apologize to Lance.
The spoken man just chuckled once more, patting Ash’s head before turning to Raihan with an easy going grin. “They get more energetic every year they come up, don’t you?” The Champion turned to look at both boys. Ash looked up to his pseudo uncle, a bright smile stretched across most of his face. Gary didn’t answer, to focused on getting his own bear hug from the Galarian Trainer.
Raihan just laughed. Feeling more free than when he was in Galar. No cocky Leon appearing in the corner of his eyes, no Rose to purposely try to antagonize him every time they meet, no Oleana to look down on him like Raihan was nothing but dirt under her high heels, no paparazzi and long interviews.
No, now it was sweet scented Kantonian air and even sweeter foods. The thought of tasting Elite Four Member Bruno’s delicious sushi once more made Raihans mouth water.
Lance scoffed, moving to clench one of Raihans slimm shoulders. “Look how thin you’ve gotten!” The Champion chose to be dramatic as he looked Raihan up and down. He couldn’t really see the boys body, since Raihan had chosen to wear baggy clothes onto the long ten hour flight from Galar to Kanto, but Lance was always the one to over embellish things. “We need to feed you pronto!”
Both Ash and Gary shouted in joy as they each took one of Raihans hands and slowly lead the trainer and Champion out of the crowded airports. Lance was lucky to grab the younger trainers bags before loosing the three of them in the crowd.
Raihan slowly felt like he was being folded into something more, something big and important. It warms his stomach in a way a thrilling battle can’t. Lance honestly treats him like a nephew, or that’s what Raihan hopes because his actual Uncles don’t want to deal with his part of the family, just like the rest of the Kanto and Johto Elite Four Members. Ash and Gary has started to refer to him as Cousin Raihan just after the first two weeks he had spent at the castle last summer. He had met the warm spirited that was Delia Ketchum, Ash’a mom, that could easily spit fire hotter than any kind of fire type dragon Raihan had ever seen.
Raihan was important. Something that dawned on him after Lance and a few others left Gary and Ash in his care with Agatha. Who then said that the others would never do this if it weren’t for the love and family bond they had made with Raihan in the last month out of the three. Raihan was important. And that’s all he ever wanted to be.
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Raihan didn’t stop to say hello to his fellow Gym Leaders like he normally does when it’s finally time to start the beginning ceremony for the Galar Pokémon league season. Instead he opted to barge all the way through until he had gotten to the back of the gym leaders locker room.
“Ash.” The name flew out of Raihans mouth like he was punched hard in the gut by one of his own Pokémon. The name made the other person in the back of the room to swirl around with bright happy eyes.
“Hey Rai,” was Ash’s response, slow and easy in Galarnese with a hint of a Kantonese accent, “long time no see, huh?”
Last seen each other in general? Five years. Last seen each other in person? Since Raihans last summer in Kanto before he took over the position of gym leader in Galar.
“Ten years,” the dragon trainer mumbled, eyes roaming Ash’s looks, “ten years since we last stood in a room together.”
That made Ash flinch, his eyes glanced apologetics up into Raihans own eyes. “Yeah.” Aah muttered lamely. one of his feet dig into the tile, or tried to really.
“Come here.” Raihan didn’t even give the boy, no young man now, a chance to even say anything. Hauling Ash into a tight bear hug that lasted a good few minutes. The other gym leaders whispered and talked behind Raihans back. But he didn’t care. Not one bit. Ecause Ash was here, in Galar, the bastard who faced a God for his champion title in Alola and won.
“You crazy mother fucker,” Raihan breathed, bending his body enough to tuck his face into Ash’s wild hair, “I thought you were a goner. Fucking God.” The gym leader had to pull back and take a few deep breaths to calm down his emotions. It’s not the time to cry since it’s so close to the opening ceremony.
Ash didn’t say anything, he just buried his head further into Raihans chest. Trying his hardest not to cry as well. He missed Raihan so fucking much. Missed how in the past Raihan would easily picks him and Gary up, running around the castle gardens without losing breath. Missed how he would let the two curl up, one on each side, for their nap when Agatha dragged the Galarian to her side of the castle for tea. Missed watching him get into a friendly banter back and forth with Lance while they trained their respected Pokémon. Missed helping him out in the kitchen with Bruno and Lorelei, making all sorts of food and sweets Raihan never tried.
“It’s so fucking cold here.” Ash muttered as they finally pulled apart. “Alola’s heat spoiled me to much.” And it was true. Alola heat felt good on Ash’s battered bones, it’s made him faster and more vigilant. Especially when he had become the TA in Professor Kukui’s class, Gods that class had gotten into so much trouble and they dragged him down as well. But it’s all good and Ash already miss those scamps.
The gym leader just chuckled, pulling Ash once more into another bear hug so he got the chance to rub his cheek into Ash’s hair. Something they’ve done way back then, Lance was the one who had started it with Ash and Gary which got the boys to transfer it over to Raihan after the end of the second summer. Ash happily rubbed his own cheek into his shoulders, the younger trainer standing on his tippy toes.
They pulled back once more. Ash curled his arms around his mid section. it was way colder in Galar than Alola, even in Sinnoh, the weather had more frosty bite than Ash had ever felt with.
“Where’s Pikachu?” Raihan asked with a raised eyebrow. He never got to meet the electric mouse, but damn him if he didn’t ducking want to. That Pokémon had turned into a beast the size of a Houndoom.
Ash shifted back and forth with a frown. Looking around the room. “Shit.” Aah whispered. Raihan laughed loudly at the, throwing his arm around Ash’s shoulder.
“He’ll turn up eventually. Can’t miss a big bright yellow Pokémon.” Raiahan rejoiced a little as he got a smile back onto Ash’s face.
“Yeah, your right.” Aah replied. He was about to say something once more before the intercoms turned on and informed that all gym leaders, plus Champion Ash, need to start heading towards the pitch right this second.
“Rose.” The gym leader couldn’t help but snarl under his breath. Making Ash perk up right beside him with a glint in his eyes, something familiar that Raihan had seen every time before Ash dragged him and Gary into a prank against a league official.
“Guess my stay in Galar is getting extended!” Ash chirped happily. Whipping out his phone as Raihan easily went into guidance mode, dragging Ash out of the way of other people and making sure the boy didn’t crash into any walls or trip over his feet.
“If your going to dethrone Rose,” Raihan murmured into Ash’s ear, keeping his eyes in front of him and the rest of his colleagues who had left the room first, “let me help you.”
“That’s the plan!” Ash sent a blinding smile up at Raihan, who smiled softly back before letting the shorter trainer go back to rapidly texting on his new Rotom Phone.
They both entered the pitch together, for once Raihan was behind the rest of the other League members, which will definitely bring some kind of questions for their fans and News sites. But Raihan didn’t care at all. bumping shoulders with Ash before moving to stand next to Piers, who showed up for once and that might have to be because of Chairman Rose grilling all the gym leaders for showing up to this ceremony. Ash moved towards Milo with a cheery greetings on his lips for the grass gym leader.
Rose stepped out on the pitch with Leon right behind him. Even far away Raihan could see the Galar Champion was walking swiftly with a stiffer smile than normal. Probably a little scared with the thought of battling out with another Champion he had never met before. But damn him if Raihan didn’t hush about Ash and Gary when some one let him, making Leon the other half stuck for a few hours while listening Raihan rant and rave about the two younger boys and their accomplishments.
So Leon might be scared, and Raihan couldn’t fault him. He would also be scared facing off Ash. He watched Rose and Leon faulted and Raihan chose to take a glance down the line, using his height advantage to see the end of the lien up.
A large yellow body had appeared next to Ash, and the other Champion had crouch down to silently reprimand Pikachu in timing and probably how they should have walked out into the field together.
As Leon and Rose got closer, Raihan noticed how Rose’s shoulders were tense and even though he was smiling, Rose’s eyes were tracking Ash’s every movement. Which made Raihans nerve set aflame for reasons that he coud list for an hour.
Oh, Rose is so going to fall off his throne before Ash. And Raihan would help Ash with anything the younger trainer needed.
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