#I am in too many fandoms ( no I'm not 💜)
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Translation: I just watched Jacksepticeye's Spiderman 2 video lol
#Multiple posts in a day who am I#the mighy nein#bells hells#Astarion#Spy x family#Ofmd#link totk#Marceline#Oh hey the first astarion drawing i post is a doodle even tho I've been trying to draw this fucker for weeks#spiderman 2 ps5#Aki's blorbos#<- this tag hss never been more relevant#I am in too many fandoms ( no I'm not 💜)#Why do i have a feeling that I'll get overwhelmed and not draw anyone#Is this even funny to anyone else?#Do i even care anymore?#If you actually read all of this nonsense I'm giving u a cookie#artist struggles
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okay very brief munich gig report (mostly under the cut) i probably am forgetting 90% of stuff but let's goooo:
i got EE and i was there by 10 am? i was number 39 and i was pretty okay with this. i did end up getting a really good spot anyway
munich queue 💜💜 i mean, i've already made a post about meeting all of you, but it was truly lovely. i got so many gifts and bracelets! this fandom is full of talented, kind people
the soundcheck was ngvot (every single time i've been to a show i've heard ngvot at some point lol) and vem da greš, both of which i really enjoyed
I GOT TO GIVE NACE MY GIFTS!! like i don't even think he heard what i said BUT THEY'RE WITH THEM. FINALLY. i can be at peace now lol
i really enjoyed both Sector 5 and JC Stewart! they were both pretty good openers! i hadn't heard any of their music before, but i still had fun
WE STARTED WITH KATRINA WHICH I WAS SUPER HAPPY ABOUT
AND I GOT BELE SANJEEEEEE. and bojan said we nailed it the first time which had me like "duh, ofc, i'm here????" I WOULD NEVER FUCK UP MY BELOVED BELE SANJE
we got both Šta bih ja & Schlager. i really really really wanted Bluza so hopefully in london 🤞 i enjoy Schlager more that i've listened to it live lol (and jance were very cute during this song)
on the topic of jance, everyone was mentioning the nacekris was strong last night but as someone who was right in front of jance and barely got to see the others honestly it was kinda hard for me lmao i didn't get those vibes at all. i was so shocked opening tumblr hahahaha. jance were super sweet and smiley and 🥺💕 a solid 95% of what i captured was them and i can assure you they were both very soft and happy
no pijano :((( but he did help bojan at the start of EW and it was very sweet, i love them so much
bojan spit on me. better said, he spit on jan but i was, well, right in front of him, so i got it too lmfao
during the UM bojan was also right in front of me because a little girl got to sing with him (and even went on stage!!!!) and then a super sweet 15yo girl who had her birthday yesterday also got to sing UM - i was next to both of them so i saw bojan VERY WELL. he didn't actually go into the crowd this time
during novi val i made a finger heart at nace AND HE SMILED AND DID ONE BACK AT ME. i know it was for me because everyone got the half hearts lmfao (and then @flananjan told me you could see the heart in a story they posted on their insta and i almost died on the subway back to the hotel)
at some point (i can't remember before which song but i'll probably figure it out when i look at the photos) i put my portuguese flag on stage and jan picked it up 🥺🥺 he then asked me in the softest fucking voice "Portugal?" and i was able to say two entire words to him "yes, Portugal" AND I DIDN'T EVEN DIE ON THE SPOT. he then placed it down and like idk i just!!!! jan knows i exist and i'm portuguese BYE
and when i thought the night just couldn't... well, get any better, JAN GAVE ME HIS PICK. his hand was warm and like way softer than i expected??? this is now my most prized possession. i literally CANNOT believe jan peteh himself gave this to me
the boys didn't come out at the end because they were tired, apparently??? but i was still very happy about all of this. i'm now way less stressed for london (because i won't be carrying around a bag full of stuff for them omgggg) and manifesting i get to meet them then 🙏
munich, thank you for having me 💜💜💜 i can't wait to come back
#there's probably a lot of stuff i'm just straight up forgetting but i'm sure other people will remember#also i slept 3 or 4 hours forgive me if this is incoherent#see you soon tour#joker out
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HELLO ALL
TLDR
No reblogging from the blog this year - posting prompts tomorrow the 31st
For the past few years I've very much struggled with reblogging everyone's activity in the tag. So this year I will not be doing so.
(OR maybe I will? I just don't want to commit)
Even if I knew how to make a bot that reblogs - a lot of people still use the unique tag to tag outside challenges. So I've always had to hand submit. However it became too stressful for me and for the past few years I ended up avoiding it until later weeks or even months.
If you noticed I didn't finish reblogging last year so- I've just given up on that.
Honestly I've struggled a lot with depression for the last 7 years or so. It's been harder and harder to find my way back to tumblr. It doesn't help that my phone can barely handle the amount of apps it already has.
My main account @puff-pink hardly ever updates because of my big sad. And I don't know if I'll ever get back on the horse in the same way I did before.
Some of you know me as an artist, and tho I still churn out subpar art for my day-job I've struggled a lot to make art for myself during my depression. Partially because one year I overworked my hand - and still deal in continual wrist aches. Even the weeks I don't pick up a drawing tool.
I intended this challenge for myself and maybe the small fandoms I was in at the time. But it took off among writers and creators of all types across all fandoms.
One year I even tried to tally the most popular fandoms but there were honestly too many to keep track of- and I stopped after the first three pages of submissions.
I don't claim to have invented the concept of FemSlash February. Before I started the prompts I swear I had heard the phrase somewhere. Tho not sure where. Perhaps it had been amongst my friends on Skype. Back when I had online friends and Skype(I'm still not sold on Discord🤷♀️).
However that January I thought it would be fun to partake in a challenge of some kind. But scouring tumblr and the general internet. I could only find half hearted efforts on fanfiction sites from years past.
I'm so proud of all my Sapphic creators on here that have partaken every year. Even if I've never shown favoritism or awarded anyone. I do notice those that actually complete the challenge AND those that keep coming back each year(looking at you H20 writer(I don't remember your username but there's a mermaid writer that's a writing machine)). I truly am proud of you especially in my shriveled state of creativity. Thank you for your efforts. For your hype. And for your love of women of all kinds across all the universes.
Each year I'm surprised to find even more categories I never thought to include. From mood boards, to doll photography, to ofc the classic art and writing. May your pencils forever be in union with your sister mediums.
On that note. There is a strict NO AI GENERATED ART or writing this year.
Not that I could physically stop anyone who does use AI. But I do not want that sort of thing associated with this challenge. It's become scarily good in 2023 to the point it can't always be identified. So I simply ask for the honor system when it comes to AI generated creations.
That being said. If you've made it to the end of this post:
Prompts will be posted tomorrow.
I usually prefer to give yall more of a buffer, but I've been busy. Both with Big Sad, rescuing some feral cats, my own life, errands, chores and work.
If you're still here- here is a preview of the first three days.
FEB 1 - black
FEB 2 - spring
FEB 3 - cake
The 14th as usual will be some sort of Valentine romance type theme(haven't decided specifically yet) and as always there will be a Rest Day.
Expect some repeat prompts. In the past I tried to avoid them but idc anymore.
It's also a Leap Year this year so expect one extra prompt to throw off the symmetry of what's normally 28 days.
Thanks for coming back this year. And thank you to those that still check on this blog.
❤️🧡🤍💜🩷
Keep loving girls
-PuffPink
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ONE WEEK LEFT TO SIGN UP!
Hi everyone! this is a reminder that you have one week left to sign up to the Shadowmonkeys Big Bang 2024. The final sign-up deadline is Sunday 14th April, so if you want to take part please make sure you've put your name down before that!
It's been so lovely to see so many people already signing up, so a huge thank you to everyone who has - we're so excited to have you on board! 🐒🐢 Also thank you so much to everyone who's supported us by reblogging the sign-up post even if they're not taking part themselves. It's wonderful (if unsurprising!) to see so much support and enthusiasm in the fandom 🥰
Q&A
A few questions have popped up from the forms that probably apply to a lot of people, so we've decided to share the answers here!
Am I able to do multiple pieces? You guys seemed to have less artists and if this is goin on for a while I might be able to do a few pieces to help even things out !
Absolutely! There is a slight shortage of artists, so if any artists want to do more than one piece then that would be amazing 🥰
i'm definitely signing up as a writer but i'm unsure whether i will have an artwork ready in time so i checked both in case, is that OK? also is there a deadline for finished fics or do they just have to have a first chapter and can be updated past the deadline? thanks
Of course! If you think you might like to contribute both as an artist and writer than definitely check both when signing up 😊
We'll announce more details about the timeframes for posting your fics/artwork soon, and also how the collaboration element between authors and artists will work - hopefully that will give you a better estimate of what will be manageable for you!
signing up as an artist but we’ll see how well i do… i might get too busy depending on life… adult life sucks :(
We totally understand that all of us contributing to the bang will have other things going on in our lives. All we ask is that you take your commitment to your Big Bang collaboration seriously, and if at any point you are struggling/unsure you will be able to complete your piece for the deadline then please communicate this as soon as possible to the person you're working with and to us 💗
Can you please post an estimated timeline of prompts, submission, etc? Thanks!
We will be posting this information shortly after the sign-up window closes next weekend, so stay tuned! 🥰
That's all for now! If anyone has any further questions, please don't hesitate to get in touch via the sign-up form, [email protected], or via our ask box here 💜
Have a wonderful week everyone! 🪩
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Hi, are u okay?I found your profile this month and I'm already in love. If possible I would like to make a request for a continuation of Hyuga x reader x SWORD, part 3, maybe where in the middle of the mission in the past, y/n became close friends with Takeru Amamiya, and the two helped each other against Kuryu? I don't know why, but I figured y/n might be close to him. But of course, only if you intend to continue, and you don't need to join the idea, but this story became my top 3.
Hyuga x reader x SWORD | Part 3
Prompts: DAY 27 - left for dead @febuwhump
Characters: Hyuga x Sword Leaders x Amamiya Brothers x reader
Fandom: High and Low
Summary: Y/n telling the story about her past and Takeru Amamiya.
A/n for this fic: It’s been really very long time but I always wanted to write this one. Im sorry for being too late but I hope you like it 🥺💜
A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: mention of blood, fights, gunshots, murder, mostly angst
Part1 Part2
After the doctor finished cleaning the wound, he gave the young woman a painkiller injection into her arm and y/n thanked him. It bothered her that people around him were looking at her. She was also very tired because she had been on the run for a while and she was injured.
Koo handed the package that Kaito and Kizzy gave him to the young woman and smiled.
“If you are uncomfortable with the blood and want to change your clothes, they brought clean clothes for you, y/n-san.”
While Y/n was looking at the man who handed her the package in surprise, Murayama came to them excitedly.
“We bought you food too, y/n-chan! You must be hungry.”
Y/n frowned at the young man's cheerful voice.
“Y/n-chan? I am older than you."
Cobra called from the other corner of the room as Murayama grinned and shook his head.
“I don't think it matters to him, y/n-san.”
When the blonde man rolled his eyes and spoke, Murayama stepped next to him to annoy him even more. Y/n smiled and took out the burger from the package and took a bite.
Since she had been hiding for a while, she realized how much she missed eating something delicious.
While the young woman was eating, Hyuga was watching her. Despite her messy hair, bloody clothes and scarred face, he thought the young woman was quite beautiful. Also, her rebellious side attracted her more to him.
The Amamiya Brothers came to the woman who was eating to talk. Y/n knew the two of them, so she put the half burger in her hand back into the package, anticipating what they would ask the moment she saw them. And she smiled at them.
“I know what you're going to ask, but I don't have the answer. I'm sorry.”
Hyuga was as surprised as the brothers. Y/n smiled and shook her head.
“You're going to ask about your big brother, right? I know him, but I don't know where he is."
When Hiroto excitedly took a step towards the young woman, Masaki pulled him back. He knew that the young woman still did not trust them and might be afraid.
“Can you tell us everything from the beginning?”
At Masaki's warm tone, y/n took on a serious expression again.
“I think you know I'm a former cop.”
When everyone in the room nodded, y/n continued.
“My family was killed when I was very young. So I became a cop to find their killer. But years later, I realized that the real killers of my family were Kuryu and that powerful people in the government were protecting them.”
Hyuga continued to listen intently as the young woman's eyes sparkled with hatred.
“It was a moment when I really thought it was over. I didn't know what to do, but a man appeared before me when I least expected it and changed my life.”
“Aniki?” y/n nodded when Hiroto whispered.
“Takeru-san… He gave me many documents from which I could learn all the facts. But unfortunately, I was dismissed and fired before I could disclose these documents. And they didn't even give me any reason. Is not it funny ?"
When the young woman gave a sarcastic laugh, no one in the room laughed. Y/n was tired, the painkillers were making her sleepy.
“They knew I had the documents. One night, while returning home, I realized that I was being followed. Even though I ran away for a while, they eventually shot me. “
When the young woman felt her wound sting, she looked at her arm and continued.
“I was tired from running away for a long time, and I fell to the ground in pain. They left me there to die.”
Hiroto asked in surprise. "And when they realize you're not dead?"
“I had to remove the bullet myself. I couldn't go to the hospital. But when I entered the nameless city to hide, I was seen and it turned out that I was not dead. I knew they were after me again, so I got scared when I realized you were looking for me."
Masaki nodded his head. Hiroto could sense that the young woman was telling the truth.
“Takeru-san helped me learn the facts. He helped me, he saved me and encouraged me. But unfortunately I never saw him again after I was shot. I am sorry ."
The Amamiya brothers remained silent. Even though they wanted to hear more from the young woman, Hyuga could see that she was injured and tired. That's why he said they could talk later and that she needed to rest.
Y/n leaned back on the couch and took a deep breath. She listened to three men arguing for a while. Then, when the two brothers left the room, he looked at the man whose nose she had been about to break hours ago. He looked calm but worried. But she was too tired to think about these things.
Her eyes were slowly closing. A few seconds after her eyes were completely closed, she felt a weight on her. She was startled but could not open her eyes.
It wasn't hard to understand that it was Hyuga who was covering her with his jacket, but what was surprising was his soft voice.
“You should rest, relax a little. I'm here, no one can take you while I'm here."
HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg @little-miss-naill
#high and low#high&low#high and low fic#hnl#oya high#oya high school#hyuganorihisa#hyuga norihisa#norihisa hyuga#hyuga x reader#hyuga norihisa x reader#high and low hyuga#febuwhump#febuwhumpday27#febuwhump 2024
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Hey DSD!
Nonny here, do have a list of any writers you would recommend and maybe even one or two of their fics?
Would love some more reading material and thank you so much if you do end up sharing with me.
Hi Nonny! Absolutely, I do! There are a ton of amazing writers, both here and on AO3, especially for Star Trek since it's such a long-standing fandom. I will absolutely list some of my favorites, but please do not be afraid to explore the tags both on AO3 and here on tumblr, because there are a ton of amazing writers that I haven't encountered yet, and I'm probably leaving some out unintentionally. (I'm so sorry! My memory is like that of a gnat at times!)
Also, on my pinned welcome post under the "Keep Reading" there's a link you can click that will (hopefully) take you to all the posts I've tagged on here as fic recs! So feel free to take a look at that too!
I highly recommend any/all stories by the following authors, and beneath their names I'll list 2-3 of my favorite stories from each:
@creature-of-the-stars - on AO3 here as ToeBeansMcGee
"Weeds Among Stones" <- this is ongoing and brilliant and amazing and i love it 🥰
"Oh, Don't Mind Us" <- this is a oneshot sequel to another favorite called "Be Still" which is a multi-chapter that I adore 🫶
"Keep Your Enemies Closer"; the sequel "Rekkhai"; and the follow-up "Beyond Fortunate" <- just pure perfection *chef's kiss* 🤌
@bigblissandlove1 - on AO3 here as bigblissandlove
"The Raptor's Descent" <- many chapters and it gave us S'Talon and just utterly delicious 😍
"The Assignment" <- a gorgeous oneshot that gave me emotions 😭💖
"Surrender To Me" <- a long oneshot that made me fall in love with a side character 💚
@horta-in-charge - on AO3 here as Horta-In-Charge
"X Minus 1" <- it hab sad, wet-eyed Weyoun, I mean, what more could you want??? 👀💜
"Broken Covenant" <- cannot words enough to praise this sufficiently, so just go read it 🧡
"Fantasy" <- the emotions omfg THE EMOTIONS 😭💖
@starrynightgardens - on AO3 here as jaylens_twin
"Proposition" <- this fic and it's epilogue are gorgeous and I have read it so many times 🫶
"Things Unseen" <- this is an amazing multi-chapter fic and there are so many emotions 💚
"Regenesis" <- I...there are no words, this is so amazing 💜
@leopardcoffee - on AO3 here as Leopardcoffee
"Ashayam, I despise you" <- beautiful, chef's kiss, excellent! 💙
"Maroon" <- it's a wip and a damn good wip 🥰
"On Pause" <- the angst omfg 😭❤️
@crowfootwrites - on AO3 here as CrowfootWrites
"Devotion & Diplomacy" <- as far as I know, this is the first Star Trek fic they've written, and it's an absolutely gorgeous wip 💖
@stay-neurotic - on AO3 here as stayneurotic
"A Prisoner's Needs" <- how do I even words about this??? 🥵💜
The entire "Keevan and the Spy" series <- read the tags before you start; this scratches a very specific itch ❤️
The entire "A Hostage Situation" series <- read the tags before you start; this also scratches a very specific itch 💖
@maybeamultiverse - on AO3 as maybeamultiverse
"A Matter of Security" <- it has young Vreenak, so how could I not adore it??? 💚
"The Vulcan's Limerence" <- Solok/Sisko!!!!! 💙
"War Birds" <- this is honestly such a well-written Letant fic. ngl, the whole fic is fabulous, but the first three chapters live rent-free in my brain and they always will 🥵
@emilie786 - on AO3 as Emilie_786
The entire "Discs" series <- apparently I'm v behind in this series, but I've read the majority of it and I am SO IN LOVE WITH HOW THEY WRITE SHRAN 💙
"Paranoid" <- this is...how do I even describe how much I love this fic??? 🫶
"The Hug" <- god, this is just SO CUTE 🥺
@foreverforty2 - on AO3 as forever_42
"His Eyes Speak" <- read the tags for this one; honestly such an amazing fic! 👀 (have I even talked about this fic here?? if I haven't, then I've been very remiss!) to be completely transparent, I haven't read any of their other works, because (I believe) most of the rest are Star Wars centered, and I don't know pretty much anything about Star Wars.
@indignantlemur - on AO3 as IndignantLemur
"Emigre" <- obviously this is on there. a fabulous fic, excellent, wonderful, stupendous, glorious! if you like Andorians, this is the fic for you! 💙
"The Stars Keep Watch" <- badass Andorian from SNW my beloved 🥰
@sleepycat82 - on AO3 as MeowMeowPowPow
"Grace Under Pressure" <- a gorgeous Letant/Reader/Vreenak fic that deserve a ton of love 💜
"Emergency Surgery" <- istfg one of the few good things to come from PIC is Krinn, and I'm so excited to see where this wip takes his character 👀
"The Wager" <- I literally just saw that this existed and I'm about to go start it. 💚
@ericbogosbian - on AO3 as Vorta_Scholar
"Testing the Effects" <- yes i'm outing myself as a Data smut enjoyer, but this...it's good Data smut 💛
Any of their Sito Jaxa/Vorik works 🫶
"Reprieve" <- omfg this is some good smut that i honestly didn't know I needed til I found it!! 💜
@attention-bajoranworkers - on AO3 as beyond_antares
"Just this once (and then once again)" <- this is a gorgeous wip and it will continue to be gorgeous. Dukat smut, my beloved 💖
"Moments" <- such sweet Malcolm fluff 💙
@schn-tgai-scripted - on AO3 as SchntgaiScripted
"A Good Vulcan Husband" <- this fic has made SUCH A MESS OF ME (in a good way, obviously) 💚
"See A Need" <- this was the first Vorik fic I ever read and I will always recommend it. it has some smut, some feels...i love it 💛
"A Bad Vulcan Prophet" <- read the tags; I...I don't even...I just love it 🖤
@brokenblade-legendarycreature - on AO3 as BrokenBlade
"Exceptional Airs and Dances" <- MORE WIIIINEEE 🍷
"Make It Harder" <- I feel no shame for the copious amount of times I've read this particular Dukat smut 💖
"Spa Service (Relief)" <- I just...yep. 💜
@love-at-first-contact - on AO3 as Graphite_crumble
The entire "Gwemmer" series <- Hemmer and an OC being adorable af. what more could you want??? 🤍
The entire "Vorik and Juna" series <- this pair is just utterly precious. I love them 💛
"Together" <- Vorik/Reader/Taurik fic...omfg I just...I have so many feelings about this 👀
@shibonoku - on AO3 as Shibonoku
Literally any of their Vorik fics. they're just absolutely fabulous 💖
Also, any of their Solok fics 💙
itsthemirrorforme on AO3 (no idea if they have a tumblr tbh)
literally all of them. read the tags first, of course, but all of them!! 💜
WikkityTweak on AO3 (no idea if they have a tumblr)
"Holosuite Number 3" <- This is THE FIC that made me fall in love with Senator Letant 💚 the author mentioned a potential sequel, but they haven't updated since 2016, so...for now i'll simply savor this fic's existence.
"True Weakness" <- this is an awesome Solok fic 🖤
@eyes-of-the-fox - on AO3 as dhiamn_aehallhh
"Small Tales" <- these are gorgeous stories; the Soval/Forrest ones are my favorite 💙
Honestly, all of their Maxwell Forrest/Soval fics are gorgeous 🫶
@the-stags-cave - on AO3 as StagofRomulus - alternately find vem on Quotev here as Stag of Romulus
"Ahr'ehraet Hru'rhaarhno: Season 1" <- half Romulan McCoy!!!!!!! Also McCoy/Spock SCREEEEE 💜
Admittedly I haven't read all of ver works, but vey are such a great writer, I can't help but recommend literally all of those stories!!
#fic recs#deepspacedukat asks#anon asks#I'm sure I've forgotten some people but I tried to be thorough#please feel free to reblog with more recs if you have them!
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Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?
We've talked about this in DMs anyway but OTOHAN. She's physically attractive I suppose, although that's 100% from official art and absolutely not from initial description (perhaps that's just me, but Matt described her as having eyes like a bird of prey, and somehow the image of her in my head has always been. does anyone remember the weird turkey pictures of Ole Golly in Harriet the Spy (the book). Is this too weird a pull? Did I make it up because I can't seem to find an online image? Unclear.) But point being before the official art came out I was not imagining her as attractive, even. And then there's personality. Like, yeah, you can say someone is hot based on just a physical image without knowing them; this is how celebrity works. But when you've only one got one singular physical image and it doesn't really match your mind's eye which isn't terribly attractive, anyway and then there's no personality but...I can't even say zealotry because we literally don't know anything about her motivations other than raw murder. I can't even enjoy the inherent eroticism of the sword. Anyway. If you want hot middle age women villains why not og Delilah before she became a loser, or Raishan's human form, or Ripley, or Avantika, or Vess deRogna, or Liliana. If you just want hot middle age women with a propensity for violence why not Deanna with Jerry the Goat. If you are specifically interested in the "milf" archetype (Otohan is not a mother, so this is rather telling) then might I suggest Veth, who is not middle-aged yet but she is a mother and she is super good at violence. All of these women have hopes and dreams and personalities and aren't a blank dull slate to project upon, as I personally am entirely unattracted to the latter. Anyway hopefully this also fulfills one obligation to either @playerkingsley or @whirlingbadger who asked about "mischaracterized"; Otohan is a polarizing figure with many who agree with the above as well but she is also wildly mischaracterized as hot and interesting when she is at best depicted as attractive and deathly (and deadly) boring. She bored everyone to death; the sword just got in front of her.
Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?
Eshteross. I fear we moved on too soon when he died. Everyone in Bells Hells wanted a slice of this hot old orc man when he was doing his sword practice, and also he was community-minded and loyal and devoted. More generally you know that post that's like "hobbits have it all figured out, farmers market high as shit, why are people horny for elves"? This is true but also might I suggests orcs. Elves are overrated. Why are people's fantasy lithe hairlessness. This is a very narrow beauty ideal and I reject it. We, as a fandom, and dare I say, a society, need to be hornier for orcs.
I'm going to go watch candela and the inbox remains closed and will for much of the rest of the day but there are two more asks that have the exact same two hearts and I will be providing two more separate answers as well as another mischaracterization answer, and possibly making an eye appointment although I'm inclined to think the hearts just look super alike on my computer.
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Ghost Fandom Fic Recs
This is such a great idea @ghuleh-recs thank you so much tagging me in yours and saying such lovely things about Banchetto!
I must say this is by no means an exhaustive list of the writers I admire but on digging through my tags and my AO3 bookmarks these are the ones that had my giggling and kicking my feet all over again
And this is getting really long so I'm am going to try to limit myself to one fic per amazing person 💜 haha I failed so hard at that you are all too talented.
@ghostchems I actually gobble up everything chems writes like a greedy little gremlin and I love her OCs as much as I love the Papas. But as I recently admitted I have been fangirling about her since before I was lucky enough to be her friend so Black Light Guides You is my go to for many reasons. It's got the signature horny/horror Chems blend as well as our boy getting resurrected and taking back his rightful position. I love how Terzo and Marion's relationship develops and I am so excited about where they are headed in the ongoing sequel A Perpetual Rise. And then Burn with me!!!! I came for Dracopia and stayed for Mia.
@ramblingoak The Queen of AUs if you want a Papa in any kind of situation Oak is the person you need. If I start talking about The Cardinal's Bride I will actually never shut up and Oak suffers enough word vomit about it from me so I will stop there. But I will say Oak is an incredible all rounder. Every thing she writes it is great and there is something fantastic for everyone. Sexy Cardinals, Mary Goore, Vibrating Pants, Ghaseball, Rat Birthday Parties or Zombies have at it!!
@the-hole-in-terzos-shoe No matter what the scenario Shoe writes the most romantic, charming Terzo you will ever read. I was going to rec the incredible My Dirty Little Secret and Let's get these heels off... which was inspired by our mutual love of Vita deVoid's Terzo but then she dropped Intro to Romantic Literature yesterday and I haven't been able to stop thinking about Professor Terzo so just go read both.
@sucharide If you want to read about some of the darkest depravity written in the most beautiful poetic way you could ever imagine then Roach is the writer for you and A Problem of Mind and Body is the perfect example. But my personal favourite and the first I read I think is Ritual and Ruination a silly and sexy look at the consequences of rituals gone wrong. And who am I kidding I can't not put Poor Beast in the Catacombs on here.
@zombiequeenblog I tell everyone who will listen to me about Cardinal Copia: A Sadistic and Glorious Bastard. It was my first Dark Copia fic and still to this day my favourite Copia characterisation. He is such a well rounded full character in this and I can't get enough. It's hot, it's emotional, it's scary at times but I can count on my hand how many couples I am as invested in and these two are at the top of my list. The world building is incredible, this version of The Abbey is so vibrant and all the side characters are so fleshed out. I have an especially large soft spot for Terzo in this fic he is the perfect dramatic flirt and I would give anything to be one of his girls.
@honeyynymphh Reading anything by Missy is like reading a gothic horror classic. The way she builds atmosphere is second to none a little nightmarish, a little maudlin (good golly go get this kid some laudanum!) is such a great example. And another one of my favourite Copia characterizations especially in The Mark of the Beast, Freshly Squeezed and my personal favourite there’s total depravity (standing right in front of me) he is so mean and I love it so much.
@kissingghouls SUCK CLUB!! I can't possibly decide which one of these is my favourite. I love this whole universe. There is so much going on and I can't wait to get to the bottom of the ongoing vampire mystery. I love how they all interact and I love that the all read The Cardinal's Bride! The Count, The King, and The Prince and I just love them all!
@xfilesinamajor With Wandering Steps and Slow This Terzo!!! This one right here is my favourite, god this fic breaks my heart but it is so so so perfect. His self esteem, his natural charm as a defense mechanism god I am obsessed with it. Also The Peach is one of the hottest ghost fics I have ever read. The ghoullettes really need to get more action, especially if it's like this
@writingjourney Everything Ibi writes is just so perfect. The slow burn of Honey and Venom and Unprecedented have me on the edge of my seat. But I have to especially urge everyone to read Friday Nights at the Cinema Club because if you aren't a Primo fan you are wrong and this will show you exactly why. Like I said, perfect!
@sweatandwoe I am always impressed with the ideas that sweaty comes up with. Really fun and original and hot. These assorted drabbles and headcanons are an excellent place to start. Study Break is so incredibly hot and The Sacrifice was a real highlight from petrifying papas. I also can't rec sweaty without mentioning the Saren fics because WOW. If you have any interest in Mass Effect and Turians then you have to read Overflow and Melting Point
@inkstainedrat Lacrimis et Memorias This fic broke my heart and put it back together again. It is the definition of bittersweet and yeah. I have a lot of feelings about Terzo and this story pokes every single one of them and is another one that stays with me.
@violet-lazer Another one of my favourite Terzo writers, in Pride, Incumbent and Astronomy he is so charming and lovely. Also Terms of Engagement Copia is such a cutie
@whatawonderfulexistence--blog Distractions is a lovely first date with Terzo and then Strawberries because i do love when he is being all seductive. Also I'm not fully caught up with Powerwolf yet but Atone was so HOT
@hallowed-be-thy-username Kissing the Obscene was the Terzo fic I ever read and Please Papa was the second and I just keep going back to them. I had started to fall in love with Terzo already but reading these and all the others really sealed the deal. And also coincidentally one of my favourite papa cosplayers!!
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5 fics i've enjoyed this month
stealing this idea from @alexturne because i absolutely love the idea of promoting all the amazing talented authors in this fandom more! 💜
missed your bones on me by @glorious-blackout
summary: In the aftermath of their blissful reunion at Emirates Stadium, Miles wakes alone in Alex's bed to the sound of a gentle piano melody. Set following Miles' reunion with Arctic Monkeys on 18th June 2023.
notes: this fic is absolutely beautiful. full of sadness for the past and hope for the future and just suffused throughout with the kind of bone-deep love that feels so utterly in character for milex. it tugged on my heartstrings in all the best ways, and has my favourite ever portrayal of alex lost in his creative headspace.
some velvet morning by @musette22/@subtle-as-an-earthquake
summary: It happens at the OIympia in Paris, just after the show. Their hundredth show. A memorable one for more than just that reason, as it turns out. (Or, the fic in which Alex's body starts talking before his mind does, forcing him to finally realise a thing or two about his relationship with his best friend Miles).
notes: oh my lord, this fic 😍 it's like someone (and by someone i mean @subtle-as-an-earthquake) took all my favourite tropes and poured them into a gorgeously written, tension-laden 14k fic that is so stupidly good i've already read it at least three times already 😅 it captures the dynamic between alex and miles SO well - the sense of contrasting complete ease/simmering tension with each other is one of the best portrayals i've ever read of them, and alex's thought process throughout unfolds in a way that feels so utterly (and infuriatingly) in character. the slow build is absolutely delicious, and the culmination of it delivers above and beyond! ✨
sometime in the future by @blacktrickle
summary: In a world quite similar to this one, Miles Kane is an international supermodel and Alex Turner is the rockstar who has broken his heart one too many times. Now, two years after their most vicious break up, Alex is asking for one more shot, but this time, Miles won’t make it easy.
notes: oh my goddddd THIS FIC 😭😭 i put off reading it for ages because i had this sneaking little suspicion it was going to destroy me - and i was right. destroy me it has, in the BEST possible way. i literally cannot recommend it enough. the writing and depth of character portrayal is just stunning, and i am completely and utterly hooked. i'm actually only halfway through rn, but already i know that this fic is one that's going to stay with me in my heart for the longest time - and can't wait to see where it's heading.
you've got control of everyone's eyes (including mine) by @alexturne
summary: It's 2005 and the Arctic Monkeys are about to set out on their first proper tour. Alex is quite happy with that, until a certain someone gets in the way and spoils it all. A story about facing hardships, insecurities and stage fright, about friendships, dreams, music and smoking too many fucking cigarettes in dark back alleys. About keeping your friends close, and perhaps your enemies even closer.
notes: i'm only three chapters in, but already this fic has hooked me in completely. it's beautifully readable, and just feels like such a vivid slice of early era am life. alex and miles are absolutely INSUFFERABLE in the best possible way - clearly obsessed with each other, but hiding behind the idea that they hate each other. the constantly simmering ust is wonderfully written, and the way they relate with each other feels so authentic (even if it also makes me want to knock their heads together). i can't wait to see where this fic goes 😍
ain't got anything to lick without you baby by @elorianna
summary: At some point during their usual stage antics, Alex and Miles start playing an innocent game of one-upmanship – but with neither one of them willing to back down, things eventually get a little bit out of hand…
notes: listen, i've read this one before. and i'll read it a bunch of times again too because it's just a CLASSIC. one of the first ever milex fics i read and i find myself returning to it over and over because it's just such a fun little read, and of course so well written too because it's elorianna. it captures all the ridiculousness and ust of eycte era milex messing around with each other, and the smut is well - *fans self*
okay, that's all for this month, but i think i'm going to try and do this every month and make it a regular thing! if anyone has any fic recs for me then please feel free to drop them in the comments/my asks/dms - i'm always on the lookout for more milex fics 💗
#these are just the five fics i've enjoyed most recently#it is by no means an exhaustive list of my all time favourites#also i have so many on my to-read list that i'm stupidly excited for too#i notice there's a new @yellowloid one i haven't read yet which ahhhhhhh. YES PLEASE 😍#honestly god bless this fandom for having so many wonderful talented authors who share their work with us#i'm truly so grateful for you 💞#milex#milex fic#milex fic recs#lulu posts
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Hey guys, Clara here!! How are you??
I'm here to talk about something more serious right now. But don't worry!
As someone who is deeply in love with the SW Rebels saga since even before the first airing and someone who has accompanied all of the development of this amazing expansion of the Star Wars' universe, I want to say that this is one of the most diverse community I've met, and this makes me really happy about how so many different beings share the same interest and passion for this show as I do 🧡
So.. my profile won't lie huh? I'm down for a ship of this show so so bad, and if you, person on the other side reading this, still don't know what I'm talking about, let me tell you: I'm a biig sabezra shipper and fan! Since the first time I saw these two interact, I feel in love with their dynamics. And as the show continued, the sentiment that they could be one of the healthiest pairings of the entire saga only grew more. I love both characters individually, Ezra and Sabine, and also love them as a couple.
Joining tumblr and being active here about them, I entered the community and even dared to share my weird thoughts and stuff and own creations about this universe I love so much. I was so so so motivated by amazing people who gave me support to show my little creations, and I made truly wonderful friends here on the ship community that I'll cary for life. I won't lie that I am very eager about this ship so whoever I see engaging in Sabezra, I tend to follow XD (I hope this isn't too weird heh ^^)
I'm here to talk about two things.
1. I am very thankful for the friends I've made on the ship community and the series community as a whole too. Also, the majority of people I interact with are absurdly amazing, kind and sweet, and as I said, it's really touching and heartwarming to me to know that such a different and diverse community is united by one specific passion about SW. You guys are amazing, stay awesome 🧡💜
2. This being said, unfortunately, things can get a little heated up about some topics, specifically the ones involving pairings. So, I'm here to talk/ask, all of the people who, like me, are part of this community, to just remember that, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter who you support your character with or without: we are still united by the same interest, this one being the love for those characters with such deep, unique and touching stories.
The Ghost Crew is a family, and we, the fandom, are kinda like a big one too. So what I'm here to ask is: Hey, be kind to each other 🌻 Different opinions exist, but this is not only fine, this is amazing. It'd be boring if everyone on earth loved Rebels or even my favorite ship, sabezra, because if everyone did then it wouldn't be something so unique and especial, and it is. As I said before, this community is so diverse! We can enjoy different things, we actually should do that! But, by the end of the day, we're just a bunch of people who love star wars. I think we can all agree on that ^^
That being said, I also apologize. I try to not engage with any hate spreading messages, and I know that there are quite a few here on both the shipping communities and the entire community too. Nothing can really justify being mean to someone (at least that's what I believe and try to hold myself on) but I know that we never know what's really happening behind the screen for someone, even if they share. Life can be tough, I know this myself. So I apologize for all of my friends and community colleagues that might have hurt on others, and also, apologize on myself as well if I did let this happen too. As much as I try always being kind, I'm still a human, with ups and downs and one that can make some mistakes too. I try my best to make people around me (physically and virtually) to feel comfortable and embraced because I think everyone deserves that. But at the same time, we can hurt people intentionally and unintentionally so easily :( So yeah, I apologize for that. And I hope we can interact with each other with kindness and respect. I think this is one of the most important things to do as a human: be gentle to others and the nature around you.
Uhh I speak so much :'n It's 2am now and I have class tomorrow, my adhd brain is still running on circles on my head LOL so I'll be off for now. Keep awesome guys! And stay safe 🌻
#about sabezra#sabezra#star wars ships#sabine wren#ezra bridger#be kind#i hope things get better soon#i hope we can all enjoy our shared interest with kindness and respect for each other!#stay awesome guys 🌻
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I’ve read the majority of your posts, but when you look at the compilation of all of them in the lists you’ve provided, it just reinforces the consistency that has ALWAYS been there with Jikook. Even though we only get to see a small portion of their lives, it seems clear they have a different relationship than the other members. And the members reinforce that themselves in so many ways. It’s really beautiful and just sad that so many can’t see it or I guess accept it. I suppose this wasn’t an ask lol 💜💛
Right????
So much out there.
Seeing all of this content unfold before us, their interactions, their words, the other's behavior around them, with them, and the way they talk about them.
I know we always need to keep this sliver of doubt, that maybe somehow all of this isn't pointing towards what what feel it so clearly is. And as much as I keep saying that I am confident, sure that they are couple, I too stop and reassess from time to time. You know, just to make sure I'm not drinking my own koolaid.
And every single time I go revisit it, I end up coming to the very same conclusion.
Jikook are special.
Their relationship, their connection, it's different and so so unique.
Their chemistry undeniable.
There is so much going on with them.
It is undeniable at this point.
Which is what is driving the haters out of their minds.
What they have, it's so much more...
This is why at this point, it is less about denying them as a couple and more about trying to say they are no longer one.
Too bad that bubble got blown up as well...
I mean, if they were paying attention to whatever it was that was going down since Feb this year, they wouldn't have been caught by surprise.
But then, I guess now they know that de-Nile is a river in Egypt and not something that they can live in...
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˗ˏˋ SIL'S 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT! ˎˊ˗
Hey, Sil here! Thank you so so much for 300 followers! 💜 I never thought I'd gain this many followers in such a short amount of time I've been on Tumblr, so I am truly grateful! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )♡
Anyway...
Welcome to the 300 followers event~! ⋆˙⟡♡
This is an event I created to thank all my lovely followers for supporting me and this little hobby of mine 💕 I thank everyone for the likes, comments and reblogs too! I love reading what people think about my work as it always makes me happy~ 💖💜💖💜
So what does this event entail?
Well, this event is inspired by one of my favourite writers @hebimoonlightwrites who drew fanart relating to the requests for her 100 followers event! I wanted to incorporate my main hobby (art) with my side hobby too~
I don't really post my art on this blog since I write smut on here, but I thought it would be fun to try it out! ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
RULES!
Please read everything before requesting.
✦ From the time this is posted, I'm going to open requests for Ensemble Stars and Paradox Live! The deadline to request is March 30th so I can start writing! Finally, each request I have chosen will be uploaded day by day starting from April 20th.
✦ Please continue to read my requests rules. I won't consider requests that violate any rules. Following this, NSFW requests are fine as long as you follow these rules.
✦ You must use the hashtag #Sil300Special when submitting your request otherwise it will not be counted towards the draw.
✦ I'm going to take 10 requests for each fandom (20 in total) in which 8 are given a special gift (4 gifts each)! Therefore, I'm going to pick and choose between the requests I get. Anons are welcome, but I'd love to interact and write for those that reveal themselves!
✦ Please be patient, but also have fun! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Again, thank you so much! I hope to continue writing for this blog and interact with everyone more. Additionally, I hope to see a lot of you participate! Please know that my inbox is always open and I love to chat~
See you soon! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
#sil announcements#important#sil300special#300 followers event#thank you for 300 followers! <3#ensemble stars x reader#enstars x reader#paradox live x reader#paralive x reader#requests are open
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Weak Spot - Chapter 49
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
What would you do if you walked in on Donnie like how @inky-spikes drew him for this week's chapter art?
Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay
Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?
Excuse me while I get incredibly mushy; you may known my rise origins, disastisfied with content, setting out to write my own love story, but did you know that I had never properly interacted with a fandom before? Why would I? I'm the type of person to only want to do what i want. This doesn't mean I'm not open to possibiltise, I love a good time saver and the truth, but most often, I just stay my funky little coruse. Then I received a piece of fanart.
I've always told myself, if you get fanart then you've made it. Well, I didn't know how much I had made it when I started talking to @unknownfanartist
It is not hyperbole when I say that I can credit everything about where I am now to my Contessa. Sure, I have my writing, but she gave me my community. Her friendship and the many others I hold dear now, she was the one who gave me every single one of those oppurtunties.
How does someone pay that back?
I've written her fics, is that enough?
It never feels like it.
I wouldn't be surrounded by anywhere near as much love if it wasn't for her. I wouldn't have found the people who bring me joy if it wasn't for her. My rise obsession probably wouldn't even be where it is today without her.
How do you pay that back?
I can't.
I can only use my words to show and say how incredibly thankful I am that you came out of the woodwork to draw little old me a scene from my silly little turtle fic. Contessa, I not only dedicate this chapter to you, but I have written it as an homage. I've jammed it with as many refrences to your work as possible while also slipping in some of your usual mannerisms.
Merry Christmas and thank you always.
P.S. @morning-sun-brah that includes you too because you opened the Pragma Elysium gates. I remember fondly waiting on pins and poodles to await your little updates. I have an ode to you here as well!
Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut
Also available on Ao3
First 💜 Previous
LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!
Fem!Reader References/Warnings: bra removal, clit rubbing, breast teasing
You were shamelessly staring at your boyfriend.
In his usual spot on the couch, he was hunched forward in a way that made you worry about even his softened shell. With your phone on one knee, he had his tech gauntlet folded up to his face where code was spinning around his wrist. On your device's screen, a battle was flicking and flashing with all sorts of attacks. Attached by some unseen cord, data from the game was being sent right to Donnie’s gauntlet where he was studying it.
You adored him.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t care about video games or understood anything you were talking about; he was a trooper. When you’d mistakenly gotten into this mobile game for its characters, he’d listened without judgment as you yammered on about the designs. Every time you thrust your phone into his face to show him something, he indulged your delight. When you left him for hours on end as you combed through the story line, he simply busied himself with other things while only occasionally disturbing you to remind you to hydrate or something similar.
Not quite as obsessed as Coral, who’d already spent an obscene amount of money on the game. You kept playing relegated to once a night for sanity's sake. Your plan had worked for about a week until it became increasingly necessary for you to put forth actual effort into the battles if you wanted to keep progressing. One too many rules and all sorts of caveats, you’d gotten by on sheer luck until it ran out. With Coral barely able to keep her mouth shut about what was to come, you’d been forced to buckle down and study.
Scheduling the evening to figure it out, Donnie was buried in a project designing something on his own and hadn’t minded in the slightest. Armed with the wiki, you began the tedious study of combat logistics. Cramming for what felt like hours, you adjusted your team in all the recommended ways and restarted said battle only for it to yield the same result. Having back-ups prepared, you switched around your character’s positions and began anew only for the timer to run out even sooner. Unable to accept what was happening, you reverted to the original team. In a mystified stupor, you watched a greater failure and somehow worse result. Spurned, you spent the next 30 minutes in an ever deepening spiral as your losses piled on one after the other.
It didn't make sense.
You did everything right.
You followed all the suggestions.
By the time you scrambled over to Donnie, you were sure the look on your face was a horrified one.
It thankfully hadn’t worried him, but he’d abandoned his work to help you immediately.
All found him sitting, examining the game’s code, and mumbling something about DPS and buffs.
You wanted to kiss him nearly as much as you needed to win.
The latter winning out by the tiniest margin, you watched on with building affection until he turned toward you.
“While the damage ratio may appear the same, the actual amount dealt by your opponent is being randomly generated within a certain range.”
“So the RNG gods are frowning upon me?” You sulked.
He hummed with some altruistic form of sympathy.
The current match ended with another loss. “I guess I’ll just run it over and over until I get the right number.”
“Or…” Donnie flicked his data wheel and then hit restart on the fight.
You sat up and watched as the same attack patterns went by, but this time you were dominating.
Donnie tapped the screen to dispel a few debuffs and you won.
“Yes!” You leapt and he caught you while lifting your phone out of the way. “Thank you! Thank you!”
He allowed you to ply him with kisses. “I can adjust the code accordingly.”
“Cheating?” You asked with your lips still to his cheek.
“You won’t be caught. A few imperceptible lines.”
“Done!” You removed yourself to give him space.
He chuckled and brought back up his screens to apply whatever he had in mind.
Back to watching him, you couldn’t help but muse over how his deviousness had been watered down. This once wretched villain now hacked mobile games for his love and your heart overflowed. He had done undeniable bad, but in only a year he came to lavish in his choice. Living finally came to him easily and you were overjoyed to be a participant of that journey.
“Hey, Don.”
“Hm?” He had a small smile on his lips as he ran a new battle and studied the metrics it produced.
“Can I be the villain?”
“Of course.” He spun his code. “What do you covet, my dearest? We’ll put on a great heist.”
“I want to steal from you.”
He still didn’t look as the battle was won once again. “Something other than my heart?”
You had to put your face in your hands.
He was in a good mood which proved fatal for your heart.
Peering between your fingers found his smile spread wide. “You goofball, that’s not what I meant.”
“Done. Do tell me if you have any other issues.” He offered you your phone. “How then?”
“Thanks.” You hugged your device to your chest. “You like it when I pull one over on you.”
He slowed, clearly going through his memories.
“What better way…” Giving your game a parting goodbye, you left it on the cushions in favor of crawling towards him. “… then at your own profession?”
He sank into the couch to receive you. “In no demeaning way, in a no hold’s barred scenario, I’m not sure you’d be able to.”
“No?” Lifting onto your knees, you straddled him.
You saw his fingers twitch from where his arms laid out across the back of the couch.
You cradled his jaw and inched forward until your lips almost brushed his. “All the times I deceived you?”
“Underestimation.” He murmured, resisting to close the gap.
“Afraid?” You tilted your head and ghosted your mouth against his.
“I won’t fall for goading.” One of his arms slipped from its perch, but didn’t come around you.
“Test it then. What do you have to lose?” You gave him a protogenic kiss.
“Nothing I suppose…” He chased you for another chaste press.
You nosed along his jaw. “I’ll try to steal from you.”
“Everything mine is yours.” He sighed contented.
You pulled back to stare at him dully. “Roleplay.”
“You make a captivating honeypot.” He caught your hips and yanked them down for a grind.
You chewed your lip as your eyes rolled back. “N-not that.”
“Explain.” His grip loosened, but you felt his fingers at the ready.
“A game of keep away. See how much you still have in you.”
“You don’t believe I’ve gone soft.” He studied you.
“No, but I’m your weak spot right? How will you fare against me?”
His expression opened up for genuine surprise. “Fascinating…”
“See what I mean now?”
“Yes.” He urged you off his lap and you reluctantly tucked in beside him. “I won’t be going all out.”
“Worried about my safety?” You asked.
“Those aren’t terms. That’s a fact.” He adjusted his pants.
You flicked your gaze down to check what he'd fixed and he tapped a digit to your nose.
You swatted at him and he chuckled. “Clear mind. If someone were to steal from me, I’d employ all means necessary to get it back.”
You nodded remembering he’d mentioned something about that when revealing his backstory.
“I could torture you, but in ways you already know.”
“Not edging!” You whined, throwing your head back.
“The prize is sex then. Not a means to be utilized.” He offered his hand.
You took it with a squeeze. “Okay… Is this just an ‘if I win’ sort of bargain?”
He looked up to the ceiling in thought. “Let’s both win.”
“Even if I’m not successful?” You leaned your head against the couch and stroked his thumb. “Don’t patronize me.”
“Never.” He returned and seared an intensity into your eyes. “You’ll have gone up against me and survived. That’s clout enough.”
“I’ll be able to go to the Hidden City and brag at some bar?”
“You would most certainly be taken to meet someone’s boss if so.”
The honesty with which he’d said that9 brought your head up. “Oh…”
“What a way to meet Big Mama.” He rolled his eyes.
“Not doing that.” You gave an awkward laugh.
“A dry spell to enhance the achievement?”
“No sex until… when?” You worried over the last time such a restriction was implemented.
He pressed your hand open to pair up his fingers to yours. “Two waves. One week to steal from me, we rejoice as soon as you do. Then another if you can keep it from me, broken if I find it.”
Giving a Vulcan salute to match him, you opened and closed the ‘V.’ “I win, you win.”
“Even, no harm. We stave off the pain of last time.”
Trying to foresee pitfalls, you slid off his pads to thread your fingers. “It sounds good… Is there something specific I should take?”
“Your choice.” He dipped in for a quick peck. “It’s all yours regardless.”
“Menace.” You whispered against him.
His smile said he agreed.
“Wanna start after a little…?” You pulled on his hand.
“Very much so. Yes!” He shifted the tide to pull you to him.
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Donnie was in the shower.
It had only been a few hours since the heist begun and, having spent most of it in bed, he’d left you to rest while he washed up. Waiting to hear the telltale sound of the shower hitting a body, you snatched the closest thing to you and stowed away into the kitchen. Slamming the tap there on, you ducked down below the counter.
“Shelly?”
A single curious buzz came from your tech gauntlet.
“Mess with Donnie’s implants!”
A confirming buzz responded.
“Okay… Uh…” Turning over Donnie’s much larger gauntlet, you were sure you had previously seen it in some kind of smaller form. “Darling Protocol… shrink?”
The metal sat useless in your hands.
“Darling Protocol small!”
You shook the long band.
“Shorten! Reduce! Condense! Little! Mini!”
Staring, you resisted the urge to chuck it out a window.
Your wrist buzzed with interest.
“No, I have to do this. I feel bad enough I already asked for your help, but the stupid protocol is voice activated.”
More buzzing occurred and you could tell it was S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wanting to know what was going on.
“It’s a… game we’re playing. I’m the villain and I’m trying to steal Donnie’s tech gauntlet, but it’s too big!”
Your band was silent and you ignored it in favor of the frustrating one.
“I don’t understand… How does this thing get all compact?”
Upon the last syllable, Donnie’s gauntlet shrank to the size of a watch.
“Synonym stickler.” You grouched before raising up.
“Darling protocol…” You tried to think of the way he’d say it. “Disengage tracker.”
Nothing happened, but you almost figured it wouldn’t.
“Oh, Darling Protocol sleep mode!”
With its holographic display, it looked like nothing more than a glorified bracelet. You couldn’t remember having ever seen Donnie charge the thing. It seemed indestructible and waterproof, but he had removed it on several occasions as you did yours. Since the apartment was fully under his command, he only really needed the device when he left.
“Can he track you now…?” You wondered, turning the object over.
Buzz. Buzz.
“You’re not supposed to help-! Wait, I got it?”
Buzz.
“You’re not doing it, right? Swear to me. I need to be the one.”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“Yes or no!”
It was impressive how much sass S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. could inject into a single vibration.
“… Yes you’re doing it or…?”
Donnie’s computer lit up.
Walking over to it, you saw S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s little icon waiting there with annoyed impatience and a taping foot. “Hey, you updated your avatar to look like your new body!”
‘Thanks for noticing. You like?’ The little avatar did a twirl.
“I do, it’s very cute.”
He gave a gentlemanly bow.
“Did you help me?”
‘Now you ask a yes or no question?’ His lids lowered with put on irritation.
“Shelly, please. I’m in a hurry.”
‘And I wasn’t busy? It’s 9:37pm on a Thursday.’
“Oh…” You lowered your gaze and pulled the gauntlet close. “That’s true. I’m sorry.”
His avatar appeared at the bottom of the screen with a wagging finger. ‘It’s a joke. I can be in up to 14 locations at once, no probbles!’
“Only 14?”
He snickered. ‘You’re right. It’s been a while since I last calculated. Should I test it? Dare me!’
“Some other time, I’m really sorry for assuming you’d be at my beck and call…”
‘You didn’t assume wrong, but accepted and, to clarify, I did not tamper. You got the correct bypass.’ He threw his hand up and a little log with a time stamped list of commands last executed appeared.
“Awesome, thank you!”
‘Have fun and fill me in later!’
“Will do!”
He saluted before he disappeared along with the light of the machine.
Looking down over the tidy desk, you scanned the surface. You had seen enough movies to know that hiding something in plain sight was one of the best ways to pull off a grift. It needed to be somewhere that didn’t attract attention and was easily overlooked. Finding nothing where a cylinder of metal could disappear here, you kept your feet moving as you rounded the apartment. Shower still going steady, you felt the urgency as you imagined he was nearly done washing himself off. From the paintings that adorned the walls to the coat rack near the door, nothing appeared right. Ready to return to the kitchen and unearth some rarely used pot, a glimmer of something caught your eye.
Slowing, you stared and had to study the space until you caught the source. Standing at his post stood the astronaut that had been forced back into your possession when you moved in. The metallic film on his visor threw an errant beam, but up close your body shadowed the piece. He hadn’t been altered much since his stay and, in fact, had mostly been forgotten about. A mainstay in the space now, you flipped his little visor up and down a few times to hide his haunting face.
Thinking it over for a moment, you gave a smile before digging your claws into the hinge. With little effort, the plastic snapped off and you set the toy back on the shelf just so. Making several adjustments so he was exactly as he was, you then moved to drop the miniaturized tech gauntlet over his face. It took twice the amount of fiddling, but you eventually got it to sit and turned in a way that looked similar to his true brim. Stepping back, you tried to recreate the light flicker effect, but it wasn’t the same. The metal had a different sheen than the plastic, but you smiled. Deeming it a cute first try, you imagined Donnie would probably find it in the next hour.
With evidence to dispose of, you wandered back to the kitchen long enough to throw the visor away. You imagined you’d at least keep Donnie on his toes with this little stunt and wondered if you should steal something else as a double bluff. Sleep tugged against the thought so you returned to bed with a giddy feeling. The dopamine rush reminded you of your game and you gave into the delusion that it might inspire you. Jumping in, you found dominating the battles to be infinitely more fun. Almost forgetting all about the roleplay, the story in your game finally progressed and you ate up the new dialog until Donnie emerged.
“Your turn.” He spoke casually as he rounded the bed to his side.
“Mhm, in’a minute.” You tapped viciously on your screen to get rid of some little dust bunny enemies zapping HP.
Not seeing as much as hearing, Donnie approached his side table and stopped. “Really?”
“Yeah, almost done.” Clearing the field, there was a burst of text that signaled some victory. “Ah, this is so great. Thanks again!”
“Y/N.”
“Yeah?” You let your phone fall flat on your chest and turned to look at him.
“My gauntlet.”
“Your-” You blinked wide before the recognition struck you. “-what?”
He threw his weight on one hip to stare down at you, bored.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You salvaged a little dismissive persona. “I’m going to shower.”
“Technicality.”
You sat up and threw your legs over the side of the bed.
“This feels…”
He held his pause a little too long so you turned to look over your shoulder.
He was waiting there with a blasé expression. “…uninspired.”
You shrugged.
“Wallet, keys, phone. Infantile.”
“Oh no.” You dulled your voice for faux worry. “You must have misplaced it.”
Donnie sighed before bringing a hand up. “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. I assume?”
“No.” You gave a sharp retort.
“He leaves a trail.” He raised one of his brows and you watched the whole apartment take on a faint purple light.
Standing and looking over your violet tinted skin, you turned a hand over to hear Donnie make a noise of confusion. “Find your trail?” You exaggerated your own brow at your boyfriend.
“He could have used the door.” Donnie grumbled, walking into the next room.
Knowing that’d be right next to where you’d stashed the gauntlet, you smiled at how you'd gotten the timeline right. Giving right up, you went to take your shower. You sometimes worried about the other tenants, but you loved how your apartment never ran out of hot water. Soaking up all ill gotten glory, you emerged a steamed bun and ambled out in a fluffy towel to find Donnie sitting on the bed with a laptop you’d never seen.
“What are we hacking tonight?” You mused and meant to sit down next to him. With your muscles liquefied, you let yourself fall over and bumped your wet head up against his bare thigh.
He made an irritated noise and jumped. “What did you have him do?”
“Who?” You rolled your head to look at him.
“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!”
It was a blow to your relaxed form. “I didn’t get Shelly’s help. In fact, I called him up just to tell him that.”
“Then how did you-?” He cut himself off with closed eyes and pinched the bridge of his snout. “Darling Protocol.”
“Took awhile to get the right words. At least you didn’t program the codes in.”
“I’m changing that.” He started furiously typing.
“No, come on!” You playfully whined and grabbed at him.
He leaned away from your touch. “I’ll bind the print outs. I estimate a 24 volume set.”
“What did I even graduate for!?” You bemoaned and wiggled off the bed to get into your pajamas. “Now here's your torture.”
“I’ll print it so small you'll need a magnifying glass.”
“The horror.” Pulling your towel off, you rubbed furiously at your hair. “What are you doing?”
“Locating it.”
“Fun. I assume there’s trackers in everything, but me. Is there one in the couch?”
The only indication Donnie heard you was a little smile quirking the corner of his lips.
Leaving him to his task, you finished getting ready for bed and, as you were about to tuck yourself in, you found him sat in the exact the same way. “You gonna sleep?”
He stopped by extending his fingers and holding them over the keyboard. “True.”
“What?”
He closed his laptop and turned to you with a heated stare. “For the time being, you’ve earned your first prize.”
You giggled as he came in with kneading fingers to your waist and a kiss to your cheek. “You’re wonderful, but can I bank it?”
He kissed a few more times until you would relent with your lips. “Suit yourself.”
“Do I get to keep it after you find it?”
He perked up and released you. “It’s close.”
You rolled your eyes into laying down. “Sure it is, Don. Answer please.”
“It’s… not?” He stared you down.
“Donnie.” Your pillow was beckoning you.
“This was not discussed.”
“Banking?”
“Multiple thefts.”
“I figured it balanced.” You snuggled down into the sheet. “Each one you find is a win for you too.”
He made a satisfied sound as he thought it over.
“Goodnight kiss if you’re going to stay up and obsess?”
Holding on for a few more seconds, he collapsed down beside you with enough force that it bounced your head from your pillow.
“Hey!”
“I suppose it’s no rush. I have the entire time you’re at work.”
“Mhm.” Your lids felt heavy.
He kissed your forehead and moved the laptop in his grasp. “I have to put this up.”
“Where’d you get that, anyway?”
“Mm, don’t worry about it.” He almost nuzzled your hairline, but found it damp so he hopped out of bed to put the laptop away.
-
Waking first found you oddly calm. Consciousness came comfortably and recognition over what had occurred the previous night drifted to you. Capturing it with open eyes, you watched your partner’s sleeping form before dragging yourself out of bed. You’d make him breakfast for a change and, in only a slightly hunched stupor, you shuffled over to the kitchen. It was there, with the hidden object just across the room, that you had to keep reminding yourself over and over not to look. Checking would make it obvious. You needed to own this. You’d stolen from him, successfully so far, and that was the whole point of being bad.
You had said you wanted to be a villain.
Was that relegated to one nefarious act?
Pulling out a frying pan to make scrambled eggs, you pondered this query.
Villains were supposed to be evil, but Donnie had never struck you as truly bad. Doing a mental timer as the metal heated up, you folded yourself against the counter to stare at the egg carton. Wondering about the colloquial bad egg, it wasn’t something you could always tell by looking. One that was truly rotten would smell, but that didn’t mean all the bad ones stank. Instead, there were tests, things like floating it in water or getting it all the way to your lips. Nothing in the world was so black and white.
Flicking your gaze to the clock, it was about time so you spread a bit of butter to prevent sticking. Adding the eggs in, one crack at a time, you stirred them to make the scramble. A bit of toast sounding like a nice addition, you switched course. Lowering the heat and you left the eggs for a new appliance. Getting a toaster, you slotted the bread in and looked back over the bar. Clear across the apartment through sheer curtains, your egg was still tucked into his carton. Mostly a cozy lump, putting him in water revealed little other than it calmed him like a balm.
Life was the test of proclivities.
Everyone came in all kinds.
The world shades of moral grey and you fit into that same bland color palette.
Slowing at the thought where you hadn’t moved, you gave an amused puff of air.
How did you fit into all that?
You had been called good and bad over the years with a varying sense of hyperbole. For the average person, you imagined this wasn’t the sort of thing people applied to themselves. They read it in stories where the characters were exaggerated and it was usually clear who the antagonist was. The balancing scales weighing your heart to a feather was mythos.
Turning around with the toast giving an almost done, you scoured the cabinet as quietly as you could. Slipping a bowl free with only a minor clink of ceramic, you set it down and riffled for your cereal. The type of food Donnie often chided you as not actually being suited for breakfast, you poured a bowl and unplugged the toaster just as it seemed it would pop. Switching between tasks, you plated up the eggs meant for two on one plate with the toast and then splashed a healthy amount of milk into the cereal bowl. Situated, you then sauntered back to bed and over to your partner's side.
He was facing outward which helped as you parted the curtains with your plate. Holding it up towards his snout, you watched the tiniest wrinkle as the scent of breakfast invaded his dreams. Within moments he was blinking awake and humming with slurred affection over you having made breakfast.
“I’ll leave yours here.” You told him warmly.
He hummed having been given the space to wake and you left the cereal behind to go eat your eggs in the living room.
You had just about gotten through your usual portion when you heard a snort of disdain. Trying not to laugh around the tines of the fork, you traded it for a point of toast.
“Y/N.”
“Mhm?”
Silence chased you and you put on your best pious pose as you waited for him to approach. It took a moment, but he appeared, standing nude and with the bowl clasped in one hand. Flowing a gentle current of irritation, he waited for some type of explanation.
“It’ll get soggy.” You offered.
“It’s already soggy.” He bit back.
“Shame. You were too slow I guess.”
“You didn’t even leave me a spoon.”
“No?” You scooped another forkful of eggs into your mouth.
“Your ploys continue to be childish.” He turned to the kitchen and disposed of his breakfast.
“Crazy these kid games are landing, huh?” You chomped down on toast.
There was another minor bout of silence before he turned the tap on.
-
You were assaulted by your boyfriend as soon as you got home from work. Squeaking at the sudden intrusion, you almost thought it was a hug before his hands roved right into your clothes. Trying to fend him off as you were still half in the hallway, you were no match for his speed and strength.
“Donnie, what are you doing?!” Your voice warbled as he yanked your shirt straight up your body. “Stop, stop!!”
“Where is it?!” He growled, tugging your shirt down to bring you to his squat eye level.
“Where-ah!” Sliding into your pants he squeezed your ass cheeks. “Q-quit!!!”
Several angry clicks sounded in your ear until he lurched backwards, ready to pounce again in a moment’s notice. “My gauntlet! You took it with you! On your person!”
“I didn’t!” The reply popped out of you before you could grab it.
“It’s not here!” His eyes continued to scan you.
“It’s not-?!” You might have felt confusion if your blood pressure hadn't plummeted at the sight of downy stuffing on the ground.
Stepping forward and pushing your angrily clacking partner out of the way, you found the apartment turned upside down. From the couch, where he’d ripped it to shreds, to the kitchen, where all the cabinets were open and leaking, you knew the bedroom had to be in a similar state.
A short, rattling breath emerged from your lips as you did a slow rotation. Not hooking on it, but passing by, you saw the little astronaut standing a proud protector on his lone shelf where he hadn’t been disturbed.
The spaceman had failed at one job and succeeded in another.
Some protector.
“Donnie, what the fuck!?” You shoved him.
“Where is it!?” He was immobile.
“That’s the point!” You shoved him again and he relented a single step for your sake.
“Yes, but it doesn’t make sense! You had no planning! You had no time! Without S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s help how could you have-!?”
You slammed your palms into his plastron over and over.
He made a few irritated snorts until he let you push him back several steps.
“You are being such a jerk!”
A light bulb went off for him. “You did plan.” He walked away and you were left to stew with your coat hanging off one shoulder. “You proposed the scenario. You must have been plotting. For how long?” He walked up to his computer where all sorts of models were running.
“It was spur of the moment!”
Without a keyboard, lines of information were being written at an alarming rate.
“Donatello!”
“Depending on the length of time you had, any number of scenarios could have been implemented. If I take into account-”
Slamming the door behind you, you stormed back down the hallway and toward the elevator. “Shelly! Ugh, I know this is last minute and we just talked about it, but…”
Buzz!
“Wanna go get dinner?”
The single vibration nearly rocked off your tech gauntlet off your wrist.
-
“So being villain was fun for ten whole seconds.” You rolled the liquid in your glass where you were plopped down on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s couch and had just finished catching him up.
Similarly aerating his wine, he held his goblet up as if he were making a toast. “Dump him!”
You snorted and had to scramble not to spill.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. repeated himself with a cheer that did cause wine to slosh out. Only for him, a mechanical arm appeared out of his back and wiped the liquid straight out of the air before it could fall.
“Woah…” The sound came out of you as your glass neared your lips.
“I’m sorry, but I’m having a blast right now.”
“I can see that.” You chuckled.
“Pizza at a real dirty restaurant, whine session with wine, like this is the thing! I’m doing it!”
“The human thing?” You asked after a sip.
“Yes!” His eyes turned into stars.
“I mean, you’re crushing it.” You turned and looked around what was a quintessential bachelor pad. Though the layout was identical to Donnie’s preference, the rooms themselves looked like movie sets. With a proper clutter budget, clothes were strewn about just so, little knick knacks made the space feel homey and there were even dirty dishes in the sink. “Did you have someone over?”
“Huh? No. Why?”
You gestured around with a sweep of your glass.
“Oh, pfft. That’s all me. I like to mess around and I like the way the space is. Feels like me, ya know?”
You softened. “Yeah.”
“I stole the dishes.” He pointed.
“Why?” You shook your head at how ridiculous he was.
“I don’t wanna clean the kitchen.”
“So, don’t use it!”
“I didn’t!” He chirped.
“You just wanted the sink full.”
“It looked lonely.” He tipped his head, commiserating.
“You know I thought this place was going to be nothing but a charging port.”
“Ew.”
“Right?”
“That is what dad gave me, but I ordered a bunch of stuff as soon as he left.”
“He’s ridiculous.”
“Dump him!”
“No!” You kicked at S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and he let it connect for a metal thunk. “Ah!”
“Oops.” He leaned forward to study your leg. “You good?”
“No, yeah, sorry. I just forgot cause usually…”
“People dodge.” He snickered. “Not people.” He reminded you and then poured himself over the back of the couch. “See those clothes there.”
You looked where he was pointing. “Sure.”
“None of those fit. Those are just for decoration, but I have been trying new ones since I can now!”
“Fashion show?”
His eyes sparkled and he tossed his glass behind him where it smashed into the wall.
“Shelly!”
“My house, my rules!!!” He screamed as he launched himself, fists in the air, over the couch and into his bedroom.
Modeling several looks from something grungy where he’d smeared black oil under his eyes to something preppy enough for a country club, he was twisting in a simple t-shirt and jeans when he dropped right out of his purchasing process explanation for something else. “So, where’d you hide it?”
“You know.” You were draped over the couch.
“Yeah, but pretend I don’t.”
“That’s a secret.” You grinned.
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gasped. “In my own dojo!”
“I know!” You lifted a scandalized hand to your mouth.
“It’s wild though.”
“That he didn’t look there? Yeah.”
“Huh? No, but he kinda did.”
“What do you mean?” You lifted up.
A screen appeared in your face showing Donnie right next to the door in your apartment. Borderline feral and nearly crawling around on all fours, you watched him storm by the astronaut with his head on a constant swivel before he disappeared out of the camera's frame.
You let out a single satisfied laugh. “Dummy.”
“You can barely tell on the feed.”
“It looks good in person too. The only thing is it goes all the way around. If he had moved it, he’d have seen it wasn’t right.” You twirled a finger in demonstration.
“Why’s Major Creeponaut duct taped? Did you try to shove it inside?”
You chuckled. “Nah, that was from our first kiss.”
“So gross!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. screamed at the ceiling. “Tell me everything.”
“Do you want to know or not?” You laughed.
“Not at all. Tell me.” He took a few hopping steps over before he plopped down, legs crossed, in front of you.
“When a mommy and daddy love each other very much…” You began.
“Stop, stop!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. threw his arms out in waving embarrassment.
“They have the urge to-!”
“No, seriously stop!”
You blinked, waiting.
“You’re getting a message.”
You stared at him for a moment before you turned. “My phone’s on silent from work…”
“So?”
“How do you know?” Looking around, you searched for your bag and found your device.
“How do I explain…?” He rocked to one side. “I can hear the other electronics near me? Kinda like how you hear voices.”
“You’re not tapping in…?” You stared at an increasing number of messages from Donnie.
“I might be like dad, but I’m not dad.”
“It wasn’t comparing you to Donnie...” You thumbed over the preview which was an apology. “You literally stole dirty dishes.”
S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. let the comment sink in before he started laughing. “Oh, true that!”
-
Returning home, your boyfriend once again met you at the door. This time without the attack, he sullenly apologized and you gave him a proper hug. Kissing him back to a baseline mood, he scooped you up, carried you through an immaculate apartment, and to a freshly made bed. He set you down only to curl up in your lap where you rubbed his carapace as he opened up.
“I can’t… leave without my gauntlet.”
“Don’t you have another?” You spread your nails out for an even scratch.
He gave a heady hum and rooted closer to you. “Sentimental.”
“That one’s special?”
He nodded into your thigh. “There’s three more like yours, but only one of mine.”
“Tell me about it.”
Slouching, he sighed. “Not a first, but one of my more important inventions. A universal remote of sorts, it was my backup for my goggles.”
“The ones that short circuited?” You kept one hand to his carapace and used the other to brush the scarring on the side of his head.
He nodded. “I’ve never replaced it. I’ve been upgrading the original.”
Your hand stopped. “That’s… how old is it?”
“Older than S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.”
“I didn’t… know.”
“I didn’t mention.”
“I’m sorry…”
He shook his head. “No, me.”
You patted him. “That’s not withholding, it wouldn’t come up. Do you know how old my phone is?”
“Yes, I know the model.”
“But did I get it the year it came out?” You tilted your head to glimpse his face.
His eyes moved as he thought that over. “Did you?”
“No, two years after. I was so mad; they released the next gen like a week after I got it.”
He didn’t make a sound, but squeezed you.
“Want it back? I’ll take something else.”
He thought for a long moment and you went back to giving him scritches.
He made a little hum before he spoke. “Is it safe?”
“Very.”
“I’ll make do.”
“You sure? It’s really not a big deal.”
He shook his head and reluctantly rose up. “You were successful. I want to honor that.”
“This wasn’t supposed to make either of us uncomfortable though.” Your hand dragged up to his shoulder.
“I’ll survive.” He kissed your hand with confirmation. “Besides, I’ve moved on to the next stage.”
“You’re not looking for it anymore?”
“Oh, I am, but I’ll need information.”
“Shelly’s records are closed and you didn’t find anything at the scene of the crime.”
His head tipped back and forth as if weighing the options. “Typically I’d move onto kidnapping, extortion, torture, blackmail…”
You stared at him with a growing gaze. “I’m in for quite the week.”
“You think me relentless now?” He almost purred as he leaned into you.
You hummed in return, not taking the bait of his lips.
“Tomorrow.” He confirmed before pouncing on you to shove his carapace back under your digits.
-
Your morning began with retribution for yesterday’s breakfast. You were served what looked like a normal meal, but the orange juice had been all pulp, the eggs were covertly stuffed with shells, and the bottom half of your toast was burnt to a crisp. Laughing at the forethought, you got yourself cereal and he did an amused peacocking as he readied for his day.
Being the first to the bathroom, you hid his toothbrush in the shower.
He found it soon enough, but you heard him knock a few things over in the process.
Getting dressed found he had left all your clothes pristine, but had swapped all the drawers where they usually sat.
Laughing over how he must have prepared that one the previous day, you scurried to the door with a premonition.
“Wait.” He trailed after, getting his head through a sweater.
You held a guard on your shoulders. “What?”
He made a timeout symbol and you relaxed. Pulling you close, his hands dug into your lower back as he languidly kissed you. Melting into him, you felt his hands move against you before a jingle sounded and he ran.
“There was a time out!” You chased after him and your keys.
“I timed it back in.” He ducked around the bed. “Return my gauntlet!”
“Never!” You pivoted and charged the kitchen.
“Damnit!” You heard him leap.
“No! I was here first!” Banging your body against a cabinet, you covered the drawer containing the spare with your body.
You screeched with laughter as he hooked an arm around your waist to lift you out of the way. “You should learn to use your opponent’s power against them.”
“Or!” You got hold of the keys before letting your body go slack. It shifted his hold and gave you a momentary break. Just long enough to drop down to the ground and break free, you crawled the few steps out from where his long legs impeded him from making another grab. “Bye! See you after work!” You cheered and exited the apartment to him giving an annoyed huff.
-
The next few days found an escalation in what you referred to as the school yard bully ploy. Keeping it playful, it amounted to a prank war the likes of nothing you’d ever experienced. The back and forth sabotage was quickly subverted by your boyfriend's intelligence. Not able to hack your systems, he’d happily entered your bosses where he’d rearranged the entire calendar for the day. The ensuing mess reached throughout the company and IT was none the wiser to whatever was happening. It meant meetings with clients were missed and memos seemingly disappeared. You survived until lunch, nothing outright destructive, but it felt like pure chaos when you called Kaleb.
Your next plan of sneaking hot sauce into his food wasn't going to cut it.
With Kaleb's engineering background, your chill friend had whipped up what he referred to as a pie throwing robot in what seemed like too little time. It meant a detour after putting out office fires and meeting him at a pastry hop. There you ordered for the lot of you as a payment for your friend’s help. He’d attached spindly metal to your bakery box and sent you on your way with another request of pictures.
Promising it, you headed home with the box in tow and entered the apartment in a feigned huff. “I can’t believe you.”
Donnie spun around, smirking in his computer chair like a cartoon villain.
“I got you something still because I’m so nice!” You spoke loud and haughty.
“Pass.” His gaze narrowed on the box and though his lips turned it down, his eyes tracked you with interest.
“Suit yourself. I would never hurt a defenseless pastry.” Setting the container on the counter, you held down the little switch in the back that temporarily stopped the mechanism. You then opened the box wide so Donnie could see and picked out a croissant before closing it back up. “I’ll have your banana caramel roll for breakfast tomorrow then.”
He perked up.
Walking around and munching on your croissant, you looked at him. “Was I ruining dinner or you?”
“Take out.” His eyes were glued to where you’d just been.
“Nice, I’m ordering that place that always messes up your order.” You juggled your treat with your phone.
He made a noise of little interest as he crept over to the box.
You chewed your lip and tried to cover it with the pastry. “You gonna want the same thing?”
“Your choice.”
“Gizzards it is.”
He shot a sour look at you and you chuckled in a scroll.
Looking at it from all angles, he checked to find you trying to pointedly ignoring him.
A testing sniff to the air said he picked up on the promised treat inside and the quiet that followed indicated your care in having Kaleb using layers of gloves had helped to cover your friend’s scent.
Cracking the lid for the softest scrape of cardboard against itself, he peered inside.
You switched over to your camera and prepared to record a video.
Finding the inside laden with treats, he opened the lid further just as you brought your phone up to track him.
In a flicking snap of metal, cream flung out and splattered across Donnie’s chest and chin.
Little snickers leaked out of you as you stepped up to record him fully. “Good, right?”
His lips were set and he opened the box further to examine the mechanism.
“Kaleb made it. He’s a prank king.”
“My regards.” Donnie grumbled, passing your phone a glance and grabbed his cake.
-
“I’m switching tactics.” Donnie announced the next night.
“What’s next?” You asked, hanging up your jacket. Thankful for the reprieve not because you’d been scorned, but simply because you were running out of ideas.
You moved over to him.
He received you by holding out his hand.
You took it and he pulled you straight into a waltz.
Spinning with a flip of your stomach, you settled as he led you around and around.
“I’ll try my hand at seduction.”
“Is that new? I’m pretty sure I’ve fended you off before.”
“Sexual advances.” He clarified, his face neutral as he focused on the dance steps.
“Versus… what?”
“Romance.” Coming to a close, he lethally dipped you.
Your heart leapt into your throat.
“I don’t know how you’re supposed to outdo yourself.” You mumbled as he was slow to right you.
“I won’t be.”
“You’re building this up.”
He flicked a gaze at you and walked you over to the computer.
The usual plain purple background was displayed on the cluster of monitors. You looked them over before checking with him.
In a flick of his finger, you watched a large document appear. With little charts and tables, there was a bulk of words that he enhanced. Starting you at the top of the page, it read like a scientific paper, but the content was about touch limitations. Slowing after the third line, you turned to him with recognition. “This is from…”
Donnie didn’t respond and used a finger to slide to a specific paragraph. “’I find myself at a loss…’”
He was reading it aloud from memory as he stared directly at you.
“’I crave Y/N’s very being. Even as I know myself to despise contact, I find an impenetrable ache. This malady should be isolated and quarantined. This is not something to be studied. This is an ailment. A manifestation of a higher power sent to devastate my person. I consider this a visceral attack. I fear I will not recover. I’m already too far gone and therefore all data previous should be discarded. No longer the impartial party I can usually hold my standard to, I also cannot share this research with anyone. It would be revealing my heart, one that I thought had long stopped beating. It yearns now, cracking free layers of debris built up for its own protection. I will not survive this onslaught.’”
“This isn’t what you told me…”
“No..”
“You wrote this… back then…?” You were still reading over exactly what he had just spoken.
“Yes.”
“But the experiment…?” Hitting the end of the paragraph, the next picked back up with tedious data.
“I made it sound like I was doing it for your benefit.”
You nodded, your heart a steady thrum.
“I lied. This is the first recorded instance of my affection for you.”
“You make it sound like you’re dying.”
“I was.”
He hadn’t gotten any closer, but you turned to gawk at him as if he’d made some big move.
“…Care like that. It rips you apart. Rearranges your sense of self. The reason it is labeled ‘crush,’ but for me it was more.”
“Donnie…” Your insides swirled a confused mass. Though he'd since admitted his early interest, he never let on to the depths
“Do you know how long this document is?”
You looked for a little page counter, but not only could you not find one, you weren’t sure how accurate it’d be with the many tables. “No?”
“Over ten thousand words.”
You paled.
That day at the Thai restaurant, he’d spent an entire meal conveying it.
That must have been the shorthand version folded even further down.
“How long did this study last?”
“A week…? Or something like that. You said I was novel and sort of gave up.”
“I said many things. To you. To myself.”
“What are you saying now?”
“That I was a lost cause the moment you tried to steal my lunch.” He appeared in your face.
Your skin felt alit. Not with fire or chill, but something new. Surges of blood refreshed your body in a cleanse just for him. Prepared on a cellular level, you stepped closer with an innate shyness that you couldn't place.
You were reformed, but the you of the past emerged.
His fingers ghosted your cheek like you were too precious to touch.
It made your jaw wind as if tortured by yearning.
“I won’t say it.” Another waft of his hand urged your head to tip back without contact. “Not under these circumstances, but this is the closest yet that I’ve come to a confession-”
You kissed him.
A crushing force, he smiled into the exchange before wrapping around you.
You broke between presses for a needy ask. “My win… I need to cash it in… Now… Right now… Please?”
He nodded against your lips and steered you towards the bed.
Fumbling together you shoved at each other’s clothes until you turned to lead. “I top.”
“For the record, this isn’t-” He interrupted himself as your top hit the ground and he kissed down the new real estate of your shoulders. “-what I intended.”
“Yeah, no gauntlet for you. Upset?” You asked as the backs of his legs hit the bed.
“How could I be?” He smiled as he fell back with full confidence.
A trust fall into the mattress, he caressed your form as you crawled up to him. Kissing him senseless into the sheets, he handed himself over to your desire. An odd mismatch where only you held the mad fervor, you kicked off the rest of your clothes. Straddling him nude, you stared down at his wobbling form and he returned the gaze with abject adoration. Melting under it and wondering if this is how he felt back then, you stole his lips for the thousandth time and tried to put care into undoing his wraps.
He caught your wrists for a momentary reprieve and kissed your knuckles to calm you. Only stoking the fires, a whine escaped your throat and he reassured you with a squeeze to your arms that he was there; he wasn't going anywhere. Burying the need into him, you kissed and nipped down to your mating mark before you bit into it. His head rolled at the move and you felt the faintest insistence of his hips below yours. Not having the leverage to grind him, you instead focused on clenching your teeth with a minor gnaw until his skin broke.
You earned your favorite honed chirp.
Stomach doing backflips, you needed yourself stuffed to prevent more. Only shimmying his pants down enough to reveal his erection, you rose up adjusting his shaft at your entrance before enveloping him in one swift drop. He exhaled sharply and you tossed your head back for a mewling noise as some basal itch was scratched. Rolling your hips into riding him, his jaw fell slack as he watched you. With his hands loosely holding the thick of your hips, he stared up as if cradling some precious treasure.
If his gaze were any indication, you were long sought and nearly unattainable. Feeling jittery, each rock sent tingles up your spinal cord. Lapping at your brain stem, misfires indicated waves of emotions, each drowning the next. From confidence to devotion, he poured them into you, not through your connection, but his gaze alone. His cock a superfluous peg there to keep you tethered and it was his face that was stirring on your ministrations.
His lips parted.
He spoke a short phrase in another language.
“No…!” You cried, grinding down hard onto him.
“It’s not proper.” He elucidated, grabbing your hands for a reassuring squeeze.
“You can’t just say it in another language like that!”
His eyes shimmered as he spoke it again in an entirely different way.
“Donnie!”
He had another and another.
You renewed your efforts, trying to stop him with your hips alone.
It only spurned more languages off his lips as he spoke his adorations in all the ways, but the one you understood.
“So unfair!” Your pitch rose several octaves as you grew close.
“I know.” He slipped out of a foreign tongue before dipping right into another.
“Then why!?”
“I won't say it like this. Not for some gambit!” He tugged down on your hips and you felt his knot expand.
“Shit, we’re g-gonna-!”
“Together!”
You could only scream his name as you both came. Body arching back to accommodate as much of him as possible, you heard a thousand words fly off his lips. Some a rehash of things you’d heard, he proclaimed a universal language of love.
Not coming down, but instead tapering off, he was slow to rise up and hold you. Moving deliriously with him, you found a limp press of a kiss before burying yourself into his neck.
Loosely running his hands over you with a revelatory awe, he nuzzled against your skin to mumble, “You are my greatest mistake.”
-
Fluttering lashes brushed the stiff plastron you were dozing against. Cozy and satisfied, your cheek slid against the smooth surface to glimpse your partner. His eyes open, he stared up at the ceiling with an expression similar to how you felt. “You up?”
In a blink of registration, he struggled to look down at you. “Hey.”
“Thinking?” You asked anew.
He hummed an agreement and pet your back.
“Bout what?” Settling against his pectoral scutes, you let your eyes close.
“When I mess up, it’s no longer a failure.”
You made a curious sound as that didn’t make much sense to your sleep coddled mind.
“Before.” His hand stopped and spread flat. “A misstep would cause ruin. I couldn’t afford them. With any, with you.”
“We messed up a lot early on.”
“And look where that almost got me.”
“Us and almost, but not.”
“True, I'm not brooding.” He did one long languid stroke down your torso. “A consideration, late stage revelation.”
“You’re surprised?”
You felt him nod. “This whole exercise has been one mistake after another, but none damaging.”
“Yeah, as far as mistakes go…” You drew a curve with a finger to his plastron.
He squeezed your ass cheeks and you whimpered against him.
“Sensitive…” You huffed and scooted up to bury your face more comfortably against his neck.
He kissed the top of your head. “Referring to you or me?”
“Sensitive?” You chuckled.
“At fault.” He clarified, threatening to grope you again.
You tried to squirm away from him, but there was nowhere to go.
He relented by moving his hand back to the small of your back.
“Both.”
“Shame. I was going to applaud how vile you were.”
You blew an unintentional raspberry and sat up to stare at him, incredulous. “Sure, I’m so evil.”
“It’s true.” He arched a knowing brow. “You’ve ruined me.”
“I’ve taken one thing from you and pied you in the face with help, how is that ruin?”
“You’ve taken a great blight and nearly erased the stain.”
“You did that.”
“You spurned me on.”
“You mentioned this before.”
“I believe it.”
“You’ve been wrong.”
“I’ll admit it when I realize.”
You pecked his cheek. “Can’t wait.”
-
“Intimidation is next.” Donnie told you first thing in the morning.
You were breathing in the steam of a hot drink. “Huh?”
“My gauntlet.”
“Oh yeah. I was ready to just let time run out. Only a couple days left.”
“I want to win.”
“You’ve already won.”
“I have.”
Smiling into your mug, you let both warmths fill you before you went to get ready. The usual routine, you kept waiting for him to appear as a tower of terror, but he didn’t approach. Seemingly only getting ready himself, you got a goodbye peck on your way out. Carrying the press to your cheek through your commute. You worked with little worry and made it through the trip home without complaint. With anything waiting for you behind the door, you prepared yourself with a deep breath as you opened it.
Donnie stood across the room in a readied pose.
You took your time taking your jacket off and setting your bag aside before addressing him fully.
Unperturbed by the wait, you spied the style of outfit on him that you hadn’t seen in over a year. Cool pieces that were street wear reminiscent of his villain costume, sleek black utility pants were cuffed off with sharp combat boots. The understated bottoms accentuated his show stopping top where a wrap jacket was buckled off on one side and its enormous hood bowed around his shoulders, ready to conceal him at a moment’s notice.
You sensed anticipation in the air.
“Arm of the couch.”
Looking where he directed, there were clothes there. A splash of black with some gold accenting, you slid a hand over the cotton and what felt some stiffness mixed in. “Not really scary.”
“Stand off.”
“You have to give me a little bit more.”
“Change. You’ll see.” He walked off into the bedroom.
Staring after him and feeling a bit like you walked into a cut scene unprepared, you stripped. For clothes that definitely weren’t yours, they were tailored to your exact measurement and felt the epitome of comfort. Black pants hugged your body just right, but had a flexibility that you could move freely in. Doing a testing stomp in your own shiny new pair of steel toed boots, you looked over your arms. With one bare and the other emerging from a ballooned sleeve that was attached with a ring to your middle finger, you were wearing what you could only think of as a corseted hoodie. The top had the usual loose nature with a hood, but it was cinched around your waist and was obviously missing one of its sleeves. It gave you free roving motion to your dominant hand and perfectly coordinated with reaching to your hip where a pouch was strapped to that leg. Patting the pocket found something with a grip inside.
The only piece left that you hadn’t put on was a golden yellow bandana. Similar to his, it was missing the eye holes, so you carried it along as you walked over to the partition between rooms. “Don, what do I do with the-?”
You heard a warp of metal and watched as his bo extended to full height.
“Mask, if you prefer anonymity.”
“Like a cowboy.” You mimed holding up the fabric over your mouth.
He gave a nod and readied his stance.
“You haven’t really trained me to fight…” You felt jumpy and ready to dig into that holster.
“What have I taught you?” He charged forward, clearly holding back.
Using the golden mask, you blocked his bo as he telegraphed his swing.
“Not bad. Deflect would have been better.”
Twisting the fabric and tossing one end over the other, you looped it around his staff and yanked it to the side.
It brought his face up to yours.
“Mano e mano! I get it now.” You grinned.
“Tell me where my gauntlet is.” His voice husked.
“Never!” You lowered your center of gravity and twisted your arms around the mask to spin the staff.
He let it get sent further away.
Stumbling a few feet away from him and further into the bedroom, you panicked as he turned for another strike. A flick of his gaze hit your hip and you dug for whatever weapon was there. Finding two objects inside, you unceremoniously got one into each hand and then threw your arms out in a readied way that you had seen Leo do. The flick extended something and you had to glance down to see you were holding two extendable batons. “Are these legal!?”
He dropped his act for a moment to give you a bitterly sardonic stare.
Puffing up in annoyance, you charged him and he blocked with ease.
Though you had no idea what you were doing, you could feel his expertise. Through each swing, he was also leading you in what to do next. Teaching on the fly, he emboldened you to push harder. It culminated in a dancing duel around the apartment where you exchanged blow after blow. Neither of you once getting physically struck, you knew he could disable you in a heartbeat. Instead, it was about the battle and the heat to it. Charged from exhilaration and exertion, you pushed him back until he flipped over the couch.
He landed on the toes of his good foot on the coffee table and balanced his staff perpendicular to his body on his other raised knee to appraise you with an overflowing expression.
Further boosted by his pride, you squared for a stronger stance and lifted your batons. “Give up?”
“Yield and tell me where it is.” He responded coolly.
“Eh.” You gave a little shrug. “Don’t wanna.”
“Suit yourself.” With only the slightest dip, he launched, almost brushing the ceiling and you had to squander a few steps back. Losing your footing, he landed a force around you with his bo. The staff pressed across your front and, in a twirl that blurred your vision, he shoved upward. It manipulated the batons clean out of your hands and pinned your wrists above your head in one fluid movement. “Mercy?” He teased hot breath along your jawline.
Able to feel the staff with your fingers, you feigned your most pitiful expression which he ate up. Something you’d known from groping it before, it took only a quick slide for you to find the telescoping mechanism. His staff collapsed above you and you kneed into his stomach. Holding back since there was no air to press out and its firm surface would only damage you, you instead used it as a pressure point to throw your weight into him. Having lost his hand hold, it was just enough to throw him off and you both fell back onto the floor.
He scrambled for leverage and you fought to grab his hands. A silly squabble to an outsider, you caught a wrist of one hand and a single digit of his other to force them to his throat since you couldn’t manage over his head.
Leaning over him and panting, you smiled. “How about you beg?”
His grin grew wicked and you couldn’t steel yourself in time as his knees kicked up and his thighs slammed into your ass. It popped you forward until you were almost straddling his face and broke your grip. Swift, his arms swept downward to lock onto your thighs, but you dug your knees into the sides of his shell. Throwing all your weight to one side, he only caught one hip before you crushed said arm to the ground as you rolled. Momentum put him momentarily on top before it continued and you were the victor once again.
Kicking a foot out, you caught a sprawled limb under your boot and crossed his body to exert the rest of your force on his other arm. “Well!?”
He gave a breathy laugh. “Well done, where’d you learn that?”
“I didn’t. Full luck.” You giggled at him.
“I want you.” He purred.
A little shudder wiggled your hips. “Don’t cheat like that…!”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
“A trick.” You pursed your lips.
“Tempting, but not that.” He whispered softly as himself and then projected his voice to show he was back in character. “Why fight when we could work together?”
“I betrayed you, stole from you, what’s to say you won’t do the same to me?” You put on your best glower. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”
“You also can’t end me like this.”
Shifting your boot where it was digging into his arm, you looked over to find he was right. He could probably break this entrapment now, but under the guise of the battle all you could do was continue to pin him. “Give me your staff as collateral.”
“It’s behind you.”
Staring him down for a long moment, you jumped away and scrambled to get it.
He was slow to sit up and show you his hands.
You extended his staff and kicked your lost batons away where they slid somewhere into the bedroom.
“To an exceedingly beneficial partnership.” He grinned.
“I’ll listen and nothing more.” You waited for the turn coat and got to your feet.
His hands stayed where you could see them. “A change of scenery?”
You adjusted your posture for a question.
The far finger on one of his hands came to his thumb.
You held his staff ready to whack him.
He turned his hand over and snapped.
The lights went out.
Backing up where it was suddenly pitch black, you heard several pieces of furniture move until the lights came back on to a far lesser degree. It took a few adjusting blinks, but you found the sofa and coffee table had been pushed flush to the wall with the door. In its place sat a lovely round table, set ready for a romantic dinner. Around the room were now candles, all lit for a flickering honey amber glow.
“Wha-?” The bo loosened in your grip.
“I take my partnerships quite seriously.” Donnie stood ready in the kitchen.
“You…” At a loss, you walked over to the table. “You… uh… could have… poisoned it?”
“How does that benefit me?” He gestured for you to sit. “It would not reveal the information I seek.”
You collapsed the staff and sat down in the chair across from him. “From fighting to wine and dining?”
“I play to my advantage.”
“No scruples.” You looked over your place setting and the cutely folded napkin in the center of your plate.
“Some may say.” He turned and you noticed a large strange contraption on the counter. It just barely fit under the upper cabinets and had the look of a mini fridge. Grabbing a metal handle, it had an unlatching mechanism and it clicked to open. A puff of steamy air poured out and he reached in to remove two plates. A gourmet looking meal, he walked them over and exuded power.
You felt like you had already lost as you pulled your napkin into your lap.
He set your plate down without clinking the china and passed you a coy look.
You returned it with an unsure one and he simply smiled as he placed his own plate down. Smoothly taking his seat and flicking his napkin for placement over his legs, he scooped up a knife and fork to address you. “I see talent in you.”
“Should I be flattered?” Your mouth watered as the smell wafted up.
“Up to you. I would be.”
“Such an ego.” You cut into a steak medallion and marveled how your knife slid through it like butter.
“When one can back it up?” He took his first bite and watched you while he chewed.
“What do I get out of it?” You smeared into a sauce and when you put it in your lips you had to break character to swoon.
He did the same to savor your reaction.
Clearing your throat, a little embarrassed, you tried the sides next. “Well?”
“Besides my tutelage?”
“Yes.” Turning your head from the bite, a happy little moan leaked from you.
You heard a little rhythmic thump and he was forced to readjust his posture.
Your heart somersaulted.
You could see a faint dusting to his cheeks. “You’d have my everything to command. My empire shared.”
“All for some gauntlet?”
“All for being the first to deceive me.”
There was something about his face.
That phrase was both in character and not.
The weight of truth shifting the scales, you had to openly gape.
That couldn’t be possible, could it?
No, he had scars to prove otherwise.
“Donnie-”
“Flukes.”
He read your mind and felt yourself sharply inhale.
“Not praying on naivety, jumping on a moment of weakness, or making a move while I was already down.”
You had to rest your fork and knife on the edge of your plate.
“You named your intent and executed. I am at your mercy. You are the first and only.”
Vision shifting, you returned to your plate and took a few bites in rapid succession to stave off your closing throat.
Across from you, you could feel his smile as he continued to dine the same.
You made it about halfway through before you went for a drink to find there wasn’t one.
He scrambled up and into the kitchen where he quickly returned with two full glasses.
Your smile felt like it took up your whole face.
You loved him.
Taking in the space along with a sip, you returned to him with the intention of giving your answer.
“I must have you.” He interjected before you could.
“You’ll over do it.”
“Impossible.” He dabbed his mouth before rounding the table.
He knelt in front of you and your entire body constricted.
He’d already said he wouldn’t confess his love under this guise so you hoped that extended to a proposal.
“What are you doing?” You held onto the pieces of your voice.
“There will always be more.” He held out his hand and you slipped yours into it. “My affections for you have no limit. They will continue to grow as long as you give them even the slightest attention. I’m bewitched and at your mercy.”
“which you didn’t call it earlier.” You almost felt bad interrupting his speech.
His grin said he didn’t mind. “Show my devotion under duress? When I can present of my own volition?” He brought your hand forward for a chaste kiss.
You melted. “You’re showing me your whole heart. Don’t you want to leave something to the imagination?”
“No. I only want you.”
“You’ve missed something.”
He dropped his sweet nothings to stare with genuine surprise. “What?”
“You already have me.”
He surged forward and caught you in a kiss. Draping your arms over his shoulders, you stoked the flames for a more tender press and he melted against you. Stealing as many as some unknown appropriateness allowed, he eventually retreated reluctantly. Parting with an extra peck to your knuckles, he held your hand as he crossed the table to return to his seat.
“I’ll need that to finish this amazing meal.”
“Sweet sorrow.” He mused, letting go.
You sent your lingering blush to your plate and took a few more bites.
“I may have jumped the gun.” He had a normal candor to his voice and you assumed the role play was over.
“Yeah?”
“I meant to do that with dessert.” He seemed a little irritated and bit his fork a little too hard.
“What else did you make?”
“Soufflé.”
“Shut up.”
“One vanilla, one chocolate.”
“Did they both turn out?”
“Hadn’t fallen last I checked.”
“I’ve never had a fresh one!”
“I hope to do it justice.”
Grinning, you hurried to finish your meal and he cleaned his plate. He then cleared the dishes for you and refreshed you with a glass of water which you sipped as he went to get the next course. “What is that thing?”
“This?” He set the plates down and gestured to the box. “A warmer to maintain the food.”
“The plates weren’t hot.”
“Smart technology.”
“Are the soufflés in there?”
“Yes, I have concerns about the scent transfer.” He readied for the hot air as he opened the door. “Hm.”
“How is it?”
“Haven’t fallen, but the smell…”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
He whisked two large ramekins out and your eyes shot wide in excitement at the fluffy overflowing desserts.
Getting up on sheer instinct, you walked over to him and he set them down on the counter for you to inspect. “If I poke it will it collapse?”
“Best to do with a spoon.”
“Fine, fine.” You feigned throwing your hands up and headed back to the table. “Oh, yeah!”
He hummed a questioning response as he approached.
“You won, let me get your gauntlet.” You passed the table heading toward the door.
“The dessert…” He sounded sullen as you left him.
“What about it?” You grabbed the gauntlet off the astronaut and turned.
His limbs sank and you watched the soufflés tip in his grasp.
“Ah, Donnie!”
They hit the floor before you could reach him.
“What happened? Why?!”
“Do that again.”
“What?” You surveyed the damage, steering clear of stepping in the fallen dish.
“Again.”
Unaccustomed to that bitter heat, you shrank a little into yourself.
He didn’t relent so you returned to the astronaut and hovered.
“Place it.”
You set it down as it was, nerves shaking your fingers.
He stared hard at you until you had to break eye contact.
“Pick it up.”
You did so and were slow to walk it over with your eyes glued to the ground.
“This whole time…” He sounded a step away from rage.
Feeling worse than the dessert looked, you held out the gauntlet.
You felt the weight of it leave your hand.
It brought anxious words to your lips. “I-I never thought I was outsmarting you. I just thought… you hide things in plain sight. It’s a trope or something. I wasn’t trying to humiliate you. I didn’t think it was clever. I’m sor-”
Something brushed your arm.
Having not seen it, you looked up to find him standing beside you. He wasn't facing you and was instead staring down at the table with an unreadable expression. Feeling hopeless, you watched as he reached out and caught the table cloth. Wincing in preparation, he gathered up each edge slowly and methodically. Everything on the table tipped and fell including your water which splashed before he tied the whole thing up into a giant bundle.
“Donnie, please-!”
Grabbing the knot, he tossed the entire sack into the kitchen where the dishes shattered inside.
“Donatello!”
He addressed you and you froze under the scalding heat pouring off of him.
Knees feeling weak, he held out his hand and on pure instinct you slotted yours into it. With the faintest pull, he led you the step to the table where you got the sense he wanted you to sit. Turning within his grasp to do so, you hopped up at nearly the same time he dropped to his knees. His name on your lips again, you almost spoke it when his fingers slid behind your ankle as if you were a porcelain doll. Something infinitely precious, he brought your left foot up and set your boot on his thigh. He then began the exceedingly careful action of unlacing your boots and you could only watch him with growing interest.
With one final tug, he pulled the lace free and only then worked to remove your boot. A slow rock to release it from your foot, he was just as careful in setting the shoe aside. Hooking the top of your sock with an attentive digit, he rolled the fabric down until your foot was free.
Your nerves flared as he cradled your arch.
You hadn’t had a chance to shower after the whole work day or from the following workout. “D-Don, wait!”
Ignoring you, his face lowered and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your foot.
Sparks shot off at the delicate nature and he lifted only a few centimeters before placing another.
Your thighs pressed together and he continued his trek up until your pant leg stopped him. He then left you only to repeat the same process with your other foot. By the time he reached your hem a second time, you were love struck. Painting your utter being, you sent the adoration down to him where you saw it returned as he closed in. Coming up like you willed him to, he stopped short and a complaint died on your lips.
Fingers barely brushing your hips, he found your waistband and traced it toward the center. Not fully touching as if you’d shatter with the slightest pressure, he got the button undone and the sound of the zipper going down unraveled your mind. Hips trying to meet his hands, he left your fly down and moved to tuck his digits into your hem. Your arch helped and he used the space to shimmy the fabric down.
Slow and deliberate, he took your underwear down with the pair as he peeled the bottoms from you. Twitching with each inadvertent graze, it was the absence of lust that was your undoing. Pants pooling around your ankles, he removed the fabric one leg at a time before he neatly folded the clothes. Setting them aside as if they were precious garments, he gazed up at your legs as if he had never seen you uncovered before.
A creature unlike any other, his hands hovered, afraid to sully your perfection. Squirming to try to meet him, he avoided you with a near clinical nature until he ditched his research to feel you anew. Starting right where he’d left off on your right foot, he explored with his lips and snout as he tasted every inch of your flesh. Rounding the entirety of your calf before he would move upward, you were panting his name by the time he hit your knees. Nuzzling at the sound was the only indication he was aware of you. He worked your round thigh and avoided the area between your legs.
Shuddering as he mouthed up to the joint of your hip, he descended again and you almost wished you were a mermaid. Something with a singular lower body, you wanted him to continue forward instead of having to reset. A beached siren, you would sing him a sweet melody if only he would abandon his ship and offer himself up to you.
Moving through the same steps, this time when he reached your other hip socket, his hand extended in a testing brush of your cotton top. Tracing the gold boning in your corset, he skipped over your chest for drawstrings. Toying with the aglet, he removed himself from you and appeared to hover in your face. Sensing him like one would a hummingbird and fearing he’d disappear, you reached out.
He caught your hand and you waited with a weak whine in case he’d push it away, he instead pulled it close. Curling your digits to cup his cheek, he leaned his weight there while staring love into your eyes. Lips parting for a shaky breath, he gave a little nod before he turned to nose and kiss your palm. Needing more, but unable to extrapolate, you watched him put your hand back where you had been gripping the table’s edge for dear life.
He shifted focus with closed eyes as he reached behind you to undo the corset’s ties. The fabric soon loosened and he followed the hem around to the side. Lifting your arms, ready for him, he pulled up with the same rolling move to bunch the fabric as much as it would allow. Boning prevented much, but he got to your armpits before he adjusted his grip to flip the top off of you.
Feeling a sweep of relief that air-cooled skin granted, he was slow at receding as if it brought your being into focus. Wanting to scream that you were already his possession, his arms disappeared around your back again and you readied yourself for your bra to be removed. A silent pop, the fabric let go of its hold on you and he traced up feathered touches over your shoulder straps. Sliding them off one at a time, by the time the band unseated from below your breasts, you were gnawing on your now raw lip.
Thumbing over your chin to stop you, a mewl leaked out and his eyes watered at the sound. Wanting to soothe him or do anything other than hang on, you couldn’t wrench your fingers free as he knelt once again. Following up his predetermined path, he planted rows of kisses across your stomach. Yielding an immediate crop, you were on your back of your own volition and he only continued to sow.
Reverent to a fault, he filled the expanse of your torso without shifting to erogenous duty. Your breasts were simply more skin for him to trace. Etching your soul to paper for use in great academic discovery, he diverted course as he hit your collar and shifted to your left shoulder. Arm detaching from you for his own use, he curled his fingers under your wrist to lift further as he worked his way down. Feeling it in your very veins, you mourned what you did not know you needed. Something beyond you and of a higher existence, you could only tell for certain that it wasn’t sexual.
Infinitely more, the signals crossed in a way you couldn’t repair. Not made for his actions, you could only tell that what was between your legs felt inappropriate. Your leaking desire made a mockery of his work and you despised that it wasn’t within your power to stop. Wanting to be a pious vessel for him, your being quaked as he seared off each of your fingertips with a kiss.
Knowing that meant one more round, your head lolled as he returned to your chest. Making a V, he trended the other direction across your right shoulder and, in a swerve, your head bumped his. It knocked him out of his stupor where he briskly rubbed his cheek to yours. An animal-like contact, you returned with as much as you could before he deemed the interaction satisfactory and continued his work.
A puppet without strings, he sought your joints as he kissed across your other arm. Once carved and now painted, you moved for him. A master of none, he was reveled in you though he’d been the one to drain you of yourself. He animated through his lips and you only wanted for him to use you more. Feeling useless without him, he capped off the ends of your digits and appeared again, that roving elusive bird.
You thought you might fall over and he must have noticed because he grabbed your shoulders. Mentally thanking him, your head tipped forward and you felt him push. Odd as he had been more interested in operating around you, you resisted the move until you realized how you were being piloted. It was a turn and you felt doused in the fact that he hadn’t been able to reach your back.
“I can’t…” Your whine hit your ears.
You couldn’t move.
You’d plummet over the edge.
You’d leave this world.
You needed his anchor.
“You can.” He spoke warm beside your head.
Feeling a deep throb within your body, you couldn’t remember the last time he had spoken.
His voice now a foreign one, you shook your head and he let it fall to his shoulder.
“You can.” He repeated with a nuzzle.
A strung out noise pulled from you, you heeded his direction and he got you turned around. Edging you to curl forward and expose your spine to him, you imagined he would flay off chunks of your meat like a fish. Carving skills learned from years of training, he’d yield perfect filets and sear them off with only salt for flavor.
His lips hitting the base of your neck, you unintentionally cried out for the blade. None came and instead he kissed the worries away with each baked press. A toasted stone, it helped ground you and, as he filled out the expanse of you, some of your sanity returned. Tickling toward the center of your spine and downward, it caused muscle groups you’d long forgotten to contract. A writhing mess by the time he inched around your hips, he had to hold you down because you kept trying to rise off the table.
When he left you for a momentary reprieve, it felt like a breath. The first after near suffocation, it was a deep respite of illumination. Drinking in enlightenment, the rustling of fabric signified the change of being. Reality was being swapped and you were an autonomous being. As much of a fact that was, you also couldn't help your tether to Donnie. Newly born, his forging was of his responsibility.
With a show of hands, he returned, standing, and picked up at your hairline. Moving up to your crown, you rolled your neck back to give him access as he worked his fingers into where his lips could not. Soon staring at the ceiling with some sort of sight, something moist barely tapped the top edge of one of your butt cheeks and your eyes widened as you placed it as his cock.
He was not so innocent.
You were the same.
Keenly alive, you broke free from the last of your bindings and left him. He watched on, a painting of a mortal who’d tasted ambrosia and you the god doomed to fall. Your back turned to him, you got on legs that you knew would hold you. It was your body to command and the you who only moments ago thought otherwise felt like some curse you'd broken free from.
An immortal unfairly imprisoned, his existence shifted as you stood nude and powerful. He was no master and had instead come to possess you momentarily. He was an ear to coax and despite your allure, he'd been the one to free you of his own violation. Shifting your weight from hip to hip, your head lifted high as you finally turned to him.
Whatever expression you wore destroyed what was left of him.
Caught having touched what no mortal should, a pathetic chirp exited his body and you approached.
Falling like a tower, he was forced to kneel as you towered over him.
Save for his eyes glued to yours, his being screamed of his lowly station.
A smile picking up your lips, he chirped again, even more pitiful, as you finished your approach. Where he looked up at the object of his worship, you shifted your weight to your right foot. Lifting the left that he started all this with, you touched the tip of your big toe to his pectoral scutes. Spurned by your being, he crumpled backward as you exerted pressure.
Placing the full force of your foot to ensure he’d stay down, he squeaked his compliance and you removed the appendage to regard the whole of him. Laying on his carapace, he spread with full submission and his cock swayed to flag you down. Regarding the organ with the affection that one might give an old childhood toy, you traced the line of his plastron to his face. Gaze piteous for his transgressions, you walked the side of him before moving to place a foot on either side of his head.
It gave him an unencumbered view of your sex and you watched him regard what was above him like a rare bloom. One only fated to have its petals spread once a century, you adjusted your stance a final time before dropping down. Knowing this to be his only chance, he caught your thighs as you sat on his face.
Tipping the bowl back to drink your everything in, your knees hit the floor and you cried out as his tongue pressed into you. Scorching heat of your defiling fall, you were sent further forward. You imagined he gave up breathing in exchange for this moment and you were forced to slap a hand to the floor to keep from doing an outright somersault. Eating you out like his very life depended on it, your other hand buried into his mask, pulling on the fabric and you shoved down the top of his head to make sure he served your ethereal being as he should.
Nails bit your thighs as his snout nudged your clit. His tongue still buried, the appendage felt endless as he siphoned all he could. Your life force tied directly to his, your orgasm felt like it was coaxed by fate. Something needing to culminate to prove that both of you still existed in your current forms, the winding felt like a woven cloth. Made by the fates, the spool rotating for the world’s loom, you shouted.
His only signal, you ground down into him, snuffed out the last of his breath. Cumming only for your pleasure, you allowed your body to spasm and your voice carried the necessary tune. The design of which was orchestrated by him and you felt him still as he drank in the sound along with the last of your juices. Feeling weak and cut off from the god’s might, you slumped, arms no longer made to bear a load of mortality.
You were rising from your fall and it made no sense until you felt him readjust his hold. Dizzy and drunk off your own supply of chemicals, you slacked above him. Moving further, you were deposited onto the flat of his stomach and when his plastron pressed to your sex, you gave an overtaxed jolt. He chirped sweet nothings and aided in your come down until you were again clay for him to mold.
Formless, he searched for your shape, afraid to touch in case the wrong form be built. Reverted to your essential dogma, you needed to help your mate. Your hands rose on this instinct and you watched them as they moved to grab your own breasts. Rolling the fat sacks in your hands, they took what had to be the right shape so you left them. Trending downward, you squeezed bits of yourself, pinching skin and molding what had yet to find its place. Leading down your body and to the little pool you created over his stomach, a touch down into your sex cemented the last of you.
Ready to be fired, he was brimstone and his kiln sat at attention behind you. Lifting on clay limbs, they held your form up long enough to deliver it to the fires. There you dropped and felt yourself split in two as his cock plunged into your body. A snarl ripped from your partner and you felt weak as his Hephaestusian powers awoke. The volcano itself, he sought to overwhelm you. It was all too much and the words you formed made little sense. The foreign tongue couldn't reach you and you were trapped in the lava flow.
He hadn’t moved.
You had only been tossed in for your first fire in an attempt to set, bone dry.
Now paled and ready for the final cook, your hands appeared in your vision. Curious spread digits, they reached out until they found the ridge of his pectoral scutes. As soon you made contact, his own flew up to catch your wrists as if you'd mistakenly committed some great taboo. Afraid of what that might be, his face contorted as your body moved with his. His distress troubled you and you meant to soothe him. Reminding you of your connection, you clenched his cock and the twine paining him snapped.
A vibration revved so intense you saw the minor quiver of your fingers. Lifting one hand up to observe the phenomena, it disappeared up close and you frowned. Looking down to see the other hand still shaking, your brows scrunched as you tried to make sense of where the source was. Far stronger than your tech gauntlet, it seemed to stem from where you touched Donnie. Having seen him just injured, you felt like a bother for putting that jittery sensation onto him.
You'd have to let go to save him.
He still had your wrists cuffed so when you tried to retreat, he wouldn’t let you.
“Let go…” You protested.
He shook his head.
“What?” Your lips felt lame.
He pulled hard on your hands.
It tugged your digits up until your fingertips curled over the edge of his plastron. Skimming the skin above, you felt his chest oscillating at a higher frequency.
The vibration was coming from him.
Now searching for the exact source, you encircled his neck to find it there along with a guttural purr echoing from his throat. “I don’t understand…?”
“Churr.” He could barely get the word out as the sound swallowed up his voice.
“Churr.” You repeated the incantation and he gave a smile as the power turned up.
Hands now another connection point, this churr shook your very bone structure. The circuit completed, you again clamped down on his cock. He squeaked through the churr and you felt yourself descend. Not letting you traverse the depths alone, he encircled you as you finally began to ride him. A drag of your hips churned the water into a whirlpool that threatened to swallow you whole. Your partner, a devolution of chirps and churrs, disturbed the fluidity and kept you afloat until he forced you upright.
Folding overtop you, his knees kicked up as your backrest and you were buried into his chest. Feeling whole, your limbs wrapped around him as you rocked together. A pump to keep the water filling your vessel from sinking the ship, the back and forth exchange staved off the storm. Calypso christening your union, you felt like crying and the thought manifested tiny water droplets. Confused as your face wasn’t wet, you searched for the new leak and found it on Donnie's cheeks.
Brushing furiously to shoo the invaders away, you saw love as the source of the well. Forever bound, the overflow sought your ducts until you dripped with little commiserations. Closer than ever, he brought your foreheads together for further commingling. His churrs echoed in your ears and quieted all useless noise. It slowed time until neither of you rocked and resorted to the smallest grind.
Depths plugged satisfactorily, the micromovements were only meant to maintain the connection. Growing weaker by the second because you had all you needed, you kissed and it felt like something new. Whether it was the roleplay or his new ability, your lip lock enhanced and he waxed poetic; there was no upper limit to his love. Soaring on the thought, it was amongst a thousand shallow thrusts that you came.
Having had no warning of your orgasm, when it struck, you drowned in the many tears. Something silent beyond guppy gasps, your wrenching signaled his own. Mind lost to the white noise of his churr, your wringing forced him to join you. His breath, his vibrations, and his cum brought true silence as your existence had been fully excavated. With Donnie’s locked knees as the only thing keeping either of you upright, you slacked against one another. Toasty, you allowed yourself to sleep, just like that.
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Waking was brought about by a jostle to your body. Wanting to doze for many more hours, you frustratingly found the room much darker than you’d left it. Many of the candles had burnt out while a few hung on, flickering with their last breath. Your head rolled to find a clock. You could almost see the one in the kitchen and, though it was upside down, you thought it read sometime after midnight based on the shape of the digits.
It meant you’d been like this for hours and it was Donnie who struggled to rise. Breaking the calcified seal of your hips brought an ache that cemented the time frame and you both groaned loudly to free yourselves. Uncoordinated and a mess, you fell away from one another. Weak and not wanting to lie on the floor a second more, you were the first to get on your hands and knees where his spent leaked down your legs.
Feeling like a filthy animal, you dropped your ass down and let his cum drip to the floor as you forced your bearings. They didn't come readily and you had to tap reserves. Summing all you could, you noticed a ramekin laying on its side. Reaching for it, its cool touch helped with your bearings and you turned it to find some kind of gooey mixture inside. There were spoons once, a far thought reminded you, but their absence meant you had to forage. With half open lids, you caught a nearby chair to get yourself upright.
Toting your prize along with your stumbling and trembling form, you made it to the kitchen and found blessed rest against a counter. Another chill that you despised for its wakefulness, you gathered enough strength to register you were close to the silverware drawer. Wondering about the mystery mixture, you took an embarrassing amount of time to draw a single spoon from the rest. Not to be deterred by one struggle, you rushed as soon as you had a utensil and plunged it into the dish. Getting a solid scoop of white fluff, you brought it to your lips for a burst of sweetness.
“Can… I have… one?” A raspy voice sounded beside you.
Looking with surprise, you found Donnie the source and wondered what had happened to have ruined his throat in such a way.
Unable to place it, you delved out another scoop and held it up to him.
He had to hold himself with one hand to the counter, but he leaned toward enough to take the bite and relished it without releasing the spoon from his teeth.
“That’s my soufflé.” Your own voice wasn't near as destroyed, but sounded thin upon listening.
Frowning around your utensil, he allowed you to pull it out only to ask something. “You… don’t… want… some of… this…one?” He shook another ramekin.
“Chocolate.” You remembered as pieces started to assemble.
He nodded and scooped a spoon for himself out from the drawer that had been left open. Trying his gathered treat first as you had, he made a bitter face. “Cold…”
“So’s this one.” You noted, leaning into him to await your bite.
He took a while getting a good amount onto his spoon before offering it to you.
Like him, you held it with your teeth before the flavor made you release. “It’s good.”
He got out a repulsed grunt before he was struck with what looked like a migraine.
“You okay?”
“That’s… your first…” He grouched.
A laugh shined brightly through the dark before you realized it was coming from you.
He returned it with a smoker’s enthusiasm and you got your strength up by feeding one soufflés. It got you both ambling, unwashed, toward bed. In the morning you knew you would hate the decision, but until then, the mattress felt incredible. Amongst soft sheets that only wanted to soothe achy bodies, you snuggled in and found Donnie hadn’t been as close behind you as you thought. Searching for him reluctantly, you watched him trail up with something in his hands. Not huge, but an odd shape, he set it down with enough force that you couldn't help but get a good look at it.
He took his miniaturized tech gauntlet and placed it, like a visor, on the astronaut's helmet.
The toy was undoubtedly cursed, but the little guy had shown a higher aptitude for this sort of guard duty. Ruminating on his line of work, you let sleep take you as your partner collapsed by your side.
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Martyrs and Kings AND ZOMBIES!!!
A/N: I'm so excited to share this spooky, sexy one-shot sequel to Martyrs and Kings! I've been planning this fic for months, and I hope y'all love it. Quick note: obviously, this fic contains spoilers for M&K; however, it was beta-read by my partner who has not (yet) read the original fic, and they said it worked as a stand-alone story, so if you haven't read M&K yet and don't mind spoilers, read on!
This fic is dedicated to the amazing @clonemedickix in gratitude for all the love and support that you've shown me and so many others in the fandom. Thank you so much for everything you do, and particularly thank you for your feedback on the field medicine. You are a rock star!
One final caveat: I am a horror wimp, but I did my best. Please don't expect Stephen King 💜
Pairing: Post-stasis Kix x OFC Dr. Maree Finnall
Rating: M (minors DNI)
Wordcount: 5k (this just made M&K 10% longer lol)
Warnings and tags: peril; suspense; violence; blood and injury; gore; medical procedures; adult language; SMUT; oral sex; face-sitting; Kix activating my competence kink like no other. IMPORTANT: an additional content warning is listed at the end of the fic due to spoilers. If you have triggers, please check the end of the fic for the BOLD PINK TEXT before reading.
Summary: The crew of the Meson Martinet goes after the score of a lifetime and discover that they may have bitten off more than they can chew.
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“B1.5-series battle droids are a myth,” Kix said firmly. “You’re wasting your time.”
“The good doctor doesn’t share your opinion,” Quiggold argued.
Sidon Ithano, as usual, said nothing, his crimson helmet swiveling slowly toward Maree. Kix turned to her as well, his jaw set, his eyes full of confidence that she would back him up. Kriff it. She absolutely hated being caught in the middle of this argument.
She cleared her throat. “There’s… some debate in the academic community about their existence, actually. If they ever were created, they were never deployed at any recorded battle—and it’s a good thing, too.”
“Why is that, exactly?” Reeg Brosna asked.
He was sprawled on the bench of the dinette, his arm draped around Orys Brenko as the research assistant perked up immediately.
“Is it true that they used nanodroids to retrofit original B1-series droids?” Brenko asked, his face flushing dark green with excitement.
“That is one theory,” Maree said circumspectly, keenly aware of Kix’s scrutiny. “According to contemporary sources—and noting that those sources are unreliable at best—the B1.5s had significantly upgraded blaster resistance. There was another rumor as well, even less credible.”
“What rumor?” Reveth interrupted, leaning forward over the table, drawing Ithano’s attention subtly.
“They said the B1.5s could keep going even if you blasted their processors,” Kix cut in before Maree could reply. “It was a stupid story the commandos made up to scare the shinies.”
“But what if it wasn’t?” Brosna asked. “Indestructible battle droids? They’d be worth a fortune.”
“Even if they don’t exist, the haul from a Techno Union stronghold could set us up for life,” Reveth pointed out. “I say we go after it.”
Squeaky grunted his agreement, predictably. The Gamorrean was always guaranteed to follow the pretty Twi’lek’s lead. Reveth could have suggested a nude spacewalk, and Squeaky would have thought it was a grand idea. Brosna and Brenko voted in favor as well. Kix voted against, and Maree did as well, purely out of solidarity. Privately, she was consumed with curiosity about the B1.5s, and she couldn’t deny that the possibility of such a groundbreaking discovery was alluring in the extreme.
Quiggold voted in favor, and Ithano abstained, and so it was decided: the crew would send a team to scout the Techno Union stronghold, and if they found anything worthwhile, the rest of Ithano’s small fleet would join them.
“We’re gonna need your expertise, Doc,” Reveth said to Maree.
“Absolutely not,” Kix snapped.
Maree glanced at him in surprise. It was unlike him to try to overrule her choice, and she didn’t care for it. “Reveth is right, Kix. I’ll be able to identify the highest-value items, and I have a good idea of what’s in demand.”
Kix looked away, clearly unhappy, but recognizing that he’d overstepped. “Fine. But if you’re going, I’m going, too.”
“We’ll need you to stay and command the fleet from the Scorpion while the captain is away,” Quiggold interjected.
“Fuck that,” Kix growled. “Brosna is my first mate—he can take command from the Scorpion. When it comes to Maree’s safety, I outrank everyone on this ship.”
“Brosna doesn’t have the experience—” Quiggold began.
“Agreed,” Ithano said, his deep voice cutting through the buzz of conversation and debate in the Martinet’s galley. “Quiggold, command the fleet from the Martinet. Brosna, take the Scorpion. Reveth, Squeaky, you’re with us.”
The captain’s decision was final, and within a few hours, Kix, Maree, Reveth, Squeaky, and Ithano had boarded the Scorpion’s shuttle Stinger and departed for the desolate moon where the Techno Union base had sat untouched for over fifty years.
“Fifty credits says we find nothing,” Kix said.
“I’ll take that bet,” Reveth replied.
Squeaky grunted his agreement. Ithano said nothing.
“Maree, you want in on this action?” Reveth asked.
“Kix and I have a private bet on the side,” Maree said with a mischievous twinkle as Kix shot her an inscrutable look.
Reveth smirked. “Sounds like fun.”
“Oh, it will be,” Maree replied. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of crimson as Ithano moved through the shuttle. On impulse, she leaned in and whispered in Reveth’s ear cone.
Reveth’s eyes widened as her mechanical hand instinctively settled on Maree’s waist. “Damn. You and Kix want a third for that?”
Ithano’s helmet whipped to the side as he suddenly became very interested in the conversation. Maree suppressed a laugh.
“What do you think, Kix?” Maree asked with faux innocence. “Can Reveth play with us?”
Kix eyed her with a perfectly neutral expression that warned Maree he knew exactly what she was up to. “You gotta win that bet if you want to call the shots.”
“You’re on,” Maree replied immediately.
Ithano’s helmet swiveled from Maree, to Reveth, to Kix, and back to Reveth, but he said nothing. Kix merely turned back to the navigation controls and continued to pilot the shuttle toward their destination.
The old Techno Union stronghold was on a remote, swampy moon, and the dense vegetation had grown thickly over the past five decades. Kix was forced to set the shuttle down several klicks from the decrepit base. He didn’t like it. He didn’t kriffing like any of this. It was too far; they’d be too exposed; their progress would be too slow in the mud. He glanced at Maree and felt his anxiety spike.
How the kark am I supposed to protect her out there?
He double-checked her gear as she suited up, adjusting the fit of her holster for a quicker draw. He quickly inspected her blaster before handing it to her.
“What’s going on?” she asked quietly. “You’re on edge.”
He shook his head. “I don’t have a good feeling about this mission.”
“It’s not the first time we’ve gone into one of these old strongholds,” she pointed out. “We’ll be okay.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. You’re right. Just… Keep your eyes open.”
“I will,” she promised. “And I know you’ll watch my back. Just like I’ll watch yours.”
He traced his fingertips along her jaw as he pulled her closer to himself. He couldn’t feel her soft warmth through his armor, but her nearness felt comforting regardless. He kissed her gently, threading his fingers through the hair that she wore in loose braids.
She looked so different now than she had the first time he’d met her two years earlier; her elegant wardrobe replaced with sturdy, practical clothing meant to withstand rough field work and the occasional blaster fight. But underneath, she still smelled like tea and honey and home. She was still the same—still his Maree.
“If you’re finished sucking the lips off her face, can we get going?” Reveth teased. “Droids aren’t gonna find themselves.”
Despite Kix’s misgivings, the trek to the derelict base was uneventful. Squeaky stayed with the shuttle in case they needed a quick extraction, while Ithano, Reveth, and Maree hacked their way through the underbrush along with Kix. It was slow going, and the swamp was creepy as hell, but eventually they made it to the plastcrete and durasteel structure.
There was no power to the base, so they cut their way through the sealed exterior blast doors. Once inside, the group fell silent as they made their way through the dusty, cobwebbed hallways. The base was pitch black inside, illuminated only by their own torches, and once again, Kix felt the simmering anxiety in his gut begin to roil.
“Something’s been living in here,” Reveth muttered, training the beam of her flashlight on a tangle of debris that was unmistakably a nest for something… large.
Kix didn’t respond, but he reached out and pulled Maree closer to himself, then drew one of his DC-17s. Ithano brought up the rear, his blaster rifle ready.
“Control center should be just ahead,” Maree whispered. “Reveth might be able to restore power from there.”
“We’ll be karked if she can’t,” Kix replied quietly.
“Happy thoughts, Kix,” Maree murmured.
Right. Happy thoughts. Spiced biscuits. Unlimited bacta. Maree’s tits. More credits than I’ve ever seen in my life. The Scorpion. Weapons caches. Maree’s thighs. Maree’s thighs on my shoulders. Maree’s thighs framing my face while she rides—uh, weapons caches.
“Control center,” Reveth called under her breath as she reached a sealed doorway.
They pried it open enough to squeeze through. Kix went first, sweeping his light across the room as he scanned for threats. Reveth followed, then Maree and Ithano. Reveth headed straight for the control console and plugged in her small power unit and began to fiddle with the controls.
“Happy thoughts,” Kix mumbled, returning to the doorway to keep watch over the pitch-dark corridor.
Within a few moments, Reveth let out a quiet, triumphant huff as the control console flickered to life, dimly illuminating the room. She went to work immediately, interfacing her datapad with the ancient console.
“Damn. Main power cells are depleted,” she said. “I’ll try to at least get emergency lighting turned on.”
“Why would the power be depleted if the base has been abandoned for decades?” Maree asked. “The Techno Union had extraordinarily advanced power cells that were capable of storing energy far longer.”
“Unless something used it,” Reveth said.
Kix swiveled his head to stare at the Twi’lek.
“Like what?” he bit out.
She shrugged. “Dunno. But we might find out as soon as I get the data decrypted.”
A distant, deep hum sounded, and red light flickered on throughout the base.
“Nicely done,” Maree told Reveth.
“Let’s get the data and get the kriff out of here,” Kix growled, hating every minute of their time in the farking spooky base.
“Working on it,” Reveth snapped. “Think you can do it faster?”
Ithano glanced between Kix and Reveth, then moved to join Kix at the doorway, blaster rifle raised. “What is it?”
“Not sure,” Kix replied quietly. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
Ever reticent, Ithano merely nodded and took up position across from him. Kix nodded in silent gratitude that the pirate captain didn’t question his instincts. Then again, the Crimson Corsair hadn’t survived this long by ignoring his gut.
Kix’s eyes darted to Maree again. She leaned over the console, scrolling rapidly through the data files, searching for any hint of the information they sought. He turned back toward the hallway, his eyes scanning it watchfully.
“No kriffin’ way,” Maree gasped.
“What?” Kix and Reveth demanded in unison.
“You just lost a bet, my love,” Maree told Kix.
“Wait, really?” Reveth asked. “It’s real?”
“‘Project Ophio,’” Maree read, her voice low and hurried. “Principal investigator Vamb Tebrem. Project number T327H1138X99. Primary focus of study is to develop experimental NM-K reconstitutors with the purpose of enhancing the durability and combat acumen of extant B-1 series assets…” Her voice trailed off as she leaned closer to the console, flicking through the data hurriedly. “Project director reported a 62% success rate in the initial efficacy trial; however the experimental reconstitutors were prohibitively expensive to manufacture, and the unpredictability observed in field tests was not adequately resolved—what field tests?”
“You catch any of that?” Reveth asked Kix.
He shrugged. Maree’s voice had dropped to an inaudible murmur as she scrolled through the data, then opened another data file. A quiet chime sounded from the console, drawing Reveth’s attention.
A glowing hologram appeared over the console: wave after wave of battle droids locked in combat a group of clone commandos who should have been able to easily defeat the B-1s. But the droids just kept going. Nothing could stop their advance as they overwhelmed the commandos’ positions and tore them to pieces. Kix swallowed hard, hearing the screams of the dying commandos, unable to take his eyes off the hologram. Maree slapped a button on the console and the sound paused abruptly as the holo froze.
“Holy kark,” she breathed.
“What?” Reveth asked. “Is that not normal?”
“No,” Kix said grimly. “We need to get out of here.”
“Uh, about that…” Reveth said.
Ithano swiveled his head toward the Twi’lek. “What?”
“Opening that holofile triggered an alert in the system,” Reveth said. “Hopefully it’s nothing?”
“Time to go,” Kix growled.
“Yeah,” Maree said, her voice shaky. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“At least let me download the records,” Reveth argued, jamming a data spike into the console.
They all froze as a distant but unmistakable crash echoed through the base, followed by a rhythmic thumping.
“What is that?” Maree whispered.
“Clankers,” Kix said grimly, drawing his second blaster. “Seal the blast doors.”
“We’ll be trapped in here!” Reveth objected.
Maree stared at Kix. “Can’t we make it out before—”
A light flashed, and her body jerked as a blaster bolt smashed into her. She went down hard, and Kix barely had time to register what was happening before a firestorm of blaster bolts exploded into the room. He whirled back to the entrance and returned fire at the wave of battle droids that was advancing at high speed toward his position. Ithano was firing as fast as he could, but the droids weren’t dropping.
“Get those kriffing doors sealed!” Ithano bellowed.
Reveth had ducked down behind the console for cover as Maree scrambled to join her out of the line of fire. Reveth frantically worked the controls from her position on the floor, but she wasn’t fast enough. A single droid made it through before the doors slammed shut. The clanking and pounding of the army of droids battering against the blast doors was deafening. The lone battle droid charged across the command center.
“Kill it!” Kix shouted. “Fuckin’ kill it!”
Reveth, Ithano, and Kix unleashed a torrent of blaster bolts, but the karking thing wouldn’t go down, even as its components began to fail and fly off its body. It was headed for the console. It was headed toward Maree. Desperately, Kix launched himself at its mangled, skeletal form, tackling it as he locked his arms around and tore its head off with a sickening screech of twisting metal.
But the fucking thing kept moving, shambling toward the console. Kix growled and yanked out his vibroblade, slashing through the droid’s joints until nothing remained but a pile of scrap, and then he sprinted toward Maree, launching himself over the control console.
“Maree!” Kix yelled hoarsely.
Her face was sweaty and contorted with pain as she clutched her hand around her upper arm, but she gave him a tight smile. “I’m all right.”
The blaster hole in her jacket sleeve was still smoking, and Kix felt sick as he saw blood covering her hand, oozing from a wound that should have been cauterized by the plasma bolt.
“Let me see,” he ordered.
She moved her hand, and he cut the sleeve away quickly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Oh, fuck, it’s bad. It’s bad, and I don’t have my kit.
“We have to get out of here,” Reveth rasped.
Kix dug frantically through his pouches, finding only a few small bacta patches and a vial of spray bandage. He didn’t have a choice. It would have to do, at least until they could make it back to the Stinger.
He shoved the jacket sleeve and vibroblade toward Reveth. “Cut that into strips. Wide ones.”
He drenched the blaster wound with spray bandage, then grabbed the first strip Reveth cut from the jacket sleeve and quickly tied it around Maree’s arm near her shoulder. “Do you have a stylus on you?”
“Always,” Maree said, her voice tense with pain. She pulled the stylus out of her pocket and handed it to him, carefully avoiding looking at the charred, bloody wound. “Why is it bleeding so much?”
Kix tied the ends of the cloth strip around the stylus and twisted to tighten the makeshift tourniquet, securing it as he replied in an artificially calm tone. “Sometimes it happens. Move just wrong—the cauterized scab opens—blood.”
He ripped open the bacta patches and arranged them carefully over the injury, covering it as well as he could before wrapping the rest of the fabric strips around them to secure them in place. Finally, he looked up into her eyes, inadvertently smearing her own blood on her cheek as he cupped her face.
“I’m not losing you today.” His words were firm, but tremor in his hands was undeniable, and his pulse thundered in his ears.
She smiled at him through dry, ashen lips, and he kissed her forehead, then helped her carefully to her feet. Reveth had pulled up a schematic of the base, and Ithano joined them at the console, pausing to squeeze Kix’s shoulder briefly.
“We don’t die so easily,” the captain said in his deep, rasping voice.
“Not today, anyway,” Reveth cut in. “I found an escape route.”
“Please tell me it’s not the ventilation shaft,” Maree said unsteadily.
“It’s always the ventilation shaft,” Reveth replied.
Maree’s shoulder screamed with agony as she crawled through the ventilation shaft. She gritted her teeth to hold back the whimper of pain that hovered at the base of her throat. The ventilation shaft was filthy and cramped, and their progress was torturously slow as they navigated as silently as possible to their destination. The conduit wouldn’t take them all the way out of the base, so they would have to make a run for the main entrance when they got close. The only way they stood a chance of escaping was to not draw the attention of the battle droids.
She followed Kix through the labyrinthine ductwork, crawling laboriously on her knees and one hand. Her injured arm had burned like fire when Kix first applied the tourniquet, but now her arm was completely numb—and equally useless. At last, they found the access hatch to the main corridor. Kix dropped down first, and then Maree realized exactly how difficult this was going to be with only one functional arm.
“Just drop,” he whispered. “I’ll catch you.”
She took a deep breath and slid out of the maintenance hatch, feet first. Panic flashed in her mind briefly as she plummeted through the air, but Kix was true to his word, catching her before she could hit the ground. He set her down quickly and checked to make sure her bandage was still in place as first Reveth and then Ithano dropped down into the corridor.
They sprinted for the exit. Maree’s lungs burned and her vision blurred around the edges as she gasped for breath. Kix looked back at her sharply and reached for her hand, dragging her along behind him. By some miracle, the droids hadn’t detected them yet, and she could see the main entrance of the base. She forced herself to keep running, even as she stumbled and nearly went down, kept upright only by Kix’s strong grasp.
He tugged her arm over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her waist to support her, but he didn’t slow his pace. “We have to keep going, love. We can’t stop now.”
“I know,” she wheezed. “So close…”
She could hear the clanking of droids behind them, and she pushed herself as hard as she ever had in her life to keep running. They cleared the entrance, and Reveth tossed a few magnetized thermal detonators onto the ceiling of the base.
Keep running, don’t stop, keep going.
The explosion knocked them off their feet, but the rubble of the collapsed ceiling blocked the main entrance. It wouldn’t hold back the droids for long, but it bought them time—so long as they kept moving. Kix was up first, pulling Maree with him as Reveth and Ithano scrambled to their feet.
They ran for the trees as Reveth commed Squeaky. “We need a pickup, now!”
“He can’t get to us in the jungle!” Kix said. “We have to find a clearing where the shuttle can land.”
They dodged through the trees, trying to avoid the worst of the swampy ground, but the dense underbrush slowed their progress and steered them on a circuitous route. Out of the corner of her eye, Maree saw movement in the earth. The ground shifted and began to swell.
“What the kriff is that?” she demanded.
“Keep running, don’t look back,” Kix urged.
“No, what is that?” she repeated.
She saw a flash of pale, bonelike metal alloy, and then a battle droid erupted from the earth.
“Fuck!” she screamed.
All around them, the skeletal forms of B1.5 droids began to emerge from the swampy ground, punching their way to the surface and dragging themselves up from the mud. Kix released Maree and drew both of his blasters, opening fire without hesitation. Maree, Reveth, and Ithano followed suit, for all the good it did them. The droids simply wouldn’t go down; even if they took so many hits that they started to fall apart, they still somehow shambled on in a grotesque parody of their normal precise movement.
They had no choice but to keep running and hope that they could at least slow some of the droids down. She could hear the roar of the shuttle overhead, but the vegetation was too dense for Squeaky to pick them up. The Gamorrean’s indistinct, frantic squealing sounded from Reveth’s comlink.
“He said there’s a clearing about a klick southwest!” Reveth yelled.
It might as well be on the other side of the planet, Maree thought hopelessly. There were simply too many droids; they were advancing relentlessly, and the terrain was too hostile to cross it with any speed. Holy shit, we’re all going to die here.
Her mind darted to the holorecord of the field test—a kriffing gruesome euphemism for such carnage. It had been a complete massacre. The terrified screams of the commandos as the droids tore them to pieces; the spray of blood and viscera: the images were branded irrevocably in her memory. It was a horrific way to die, and they were about to find out firsthand.
Panic clawed at her, closing her throat and making her shots go wild. Her legs felt sluggish, and her feet became unsteady, but Kix never let her fall, even as he fired ceaselessly at the pursuing droids.
“We’re almost there,” he grunted. “Keep running, sweetheart, you can do it.”
“Kix, go,” Ithano ordered. “Get her to the Stinger.”
“No!” Maree exclaimed. “We’re not leaving you!”
Kix ignored her protests, bending over and tossing her over his shoulder as he ran. His plastoid armor cut into her thighs and belly, and she squirmed to try to get away.
“Put me down! Go back!”
Kix ignored her and raced for the clearing where the shuttle hovered just above the ground, ready to take off as soon as the crew were safely aboard. He dropped Maree in the copilot seat and turned to Squeaky.
“Don’t let her follow me.”
He sprinted to the back of the shuttle and jumped out, making for the treeline.
“Kix!” she screamed, lurching out of her seat.
Squeaky didn’t hesitate. He thrust her back into the chair with a stern grunt, then secured the safety harness to make sure she didn’t try to run again. She could hear blaster fire and shouting outside the ship, and she tugged desperately at the harness. Squeaky grunted again to order her to take control of the ship, and he lumbered toward the rear hatch, blaster ready.
Her heart hammered as she took the controls. Please, please, please. The distraught prayer echoed in her mind, silently beseeching the Force. I can’t lose him. Not like this. She felt utterly helpless as the deafening roar of Squeaky’s blaster fire pounded through the ship. Mercifully, she soon heard the pounding of boots on durasteel, and then Ithano launched into the pilot’s seat and punched the controls, hurtling the shuttle away from the planet.
“Kix?” she asked frantically.
“I’m here,” he said, dropping to his knees next to Maree’s chair and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m here.”
“I’m here, too, thanks for askin’,” Reveth said as she flopped into her seat.
Kix stood and quickly released the safety harness, tugging Maree out of the chair and burying his face against her neck.
“Holy kark, I can’t believe we all made it out,” Reveth said. “I was sure Maree was toast.”
Maree laughed, and Kix glared at the Twi’lek. “Not kriffin’ funny.”
“It’s kinda funny,” Reveth insisted.
Kix shook his head and drew Maree out of the cockpit and back to the tiny med bay at the rear of the shuttle. “Med bay” was putting it generously; it was really just a bunk and a large emergency medkit, but it had everything he needed to treat her shoulder. He administered a stim shot, cleaned and redressed her wound, and removed the tourniquet. He worked efficiently, and she didn’t see any of the distress that had clouded his eyes back at the base—of course, they weren’t fending off a horde of unkillable zombie droids this time, either.
“What’s the verdict, doctor?” she asked with a tiny smile.
He stroked his fingers over her forearm gently. “You’ll live. Gonna have a kickass scar, too.”
“Will you kiss it better?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
He smiled wryly as he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
“I’ll do my best. At least I’m finally going to have an exciting story to tell Baba and Eema.”
His eyes widened. “Oh, kriff, your mothers are going to kill me!”
The Stinger docked with the Meson Martinet first, and Squeaky, Reveth, and Ithano disembarked, then Kix piloted the shuttle to his own ship, the Scorpion. Brenko and Brosna were waiting next to the airlock when Kix and Maree emerged from the shuttle.
“Well, did you find the B1.5s?” Brosna asked.
“Yeah,” Kix replied grimly.
“Ha!” Brosna laughed triumphantly. “Pay up, Captain!”
“You’re still acting captain,” Kix retorted. “Now get your ass back up to the bridge until I relieve you.”
“Wait, you’re not taking command right now?” Brosna asked.
“Nope,” Kix replied, dragging Maree to their quarters.
The door hissed shut behind them, and Kix slapped the control panel to lock it. He was on Maree instantly, devouring her in a searing kiss as he unzipped and pulled off her jacket, carefully avoiding the large bandage on her shoulder. Once he had her top removed, he dropped his mouth to her throat and kissed a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her body as he knelt in front of her.
His hands roved over her urgently, clutching her body close to him. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he tugged down her trousers, and then he plunged his tongue into her ravenously. Her body jerked, and she cried out, losing her balance. He caught her with ease, then pulled her toward the bed.
“Kix,” she panted. “Don’t you at least want to get naked?”
“I can’t wait,” he groaned. “Sit on my face.”
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.
“I’m planning to,” he said, lying on his back. “On my face. Now.”
She knelt, hovering over his mouth, staring down into his eyes. He gazed back up at her, sliding his hands up her waist to cup her breasts, before dropping them to her thighs and yanking her body downward.
“Kriff!” she exclaimed as his tongue slid deeply into her cunt, then his lips closed around her clit.
He held her in place as he feasted on her, his groans vibrating against her sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming. She writhed, nearly toppling over, then leaned back to brace her hands on his ribcage. He ate her like he was starving, like she was the last thing he would ever taste, and he fully intended to savor every drop.
“Kix—fuck—gods—” she moaned, her hips finding a subtle rhythm even as his strong hands gripped her, preventing her from moving more than a few centimeters.
He murmured quietly against her in between the kisses and licks and nibbles—soft, nearly inaudible whispers of fear and adoration and lust. “... taste so fucking good… love you so much… thought I was going to lose you… never letting go… so kriffin’ scared… want you so bad…”
He released her thigh and reached his hand around to massage her clit. All the muscles in her core began to tense as pleasure spooled tightly in her body, but her orgasm remained tantalizingly just out of reach. She leaned back, groping blindly for his cock. She fumbled with his belt and eventually just slid her hand beneath the waistband until she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft.
He grunted at the contact, his hips thrusting up off the mattress. His hand strayed away from her clit to press his palm flat against her lower belly, and pressure was exactly what she needed. She convulsed with a sob, and he redoubled his efforts, tongue-fucking her through her orgasm. Distantly, she felt the thrusting of his cock against her hand, and then a rush of hot, sticky cum on her fingers.
She crumpled to the bed, and he pulled her tightly against him, kissing the backs of her thighs as she slowly came back to herself. After a few moments, he shifted, curling up behind her, tucking his thighs behind her legs as he drew her body close to his and buried his face in her hair.
“I love you,” she murmured.
He kissed the side of her neck, just behind her ear, dragging his tongue slowly across her skin as he slid his hand up to play with her breast. “Love you. Never scare me like that again.”
She laughed quietly. “Aye, aye, Cap’n. What’s gotten into you, anyway? You were acting protective before we even left the Martinet.”
He lay silently for a moment, breathing in the scent of her hair, before he replied. “You’re late.”
She blinked. “What?”
“You’re… your cycle, it’s like clockwork. And—you’re late,” he said hoarsely.
She swallowed. “Oh.”
The original comic panel that inspired this story! This was from Star Wars Adventures Ashcan. Alas, this comic was never published, so I am once again filling in the gaps in canon.
ADDITIONAL CONTENT WARNING: mention of possible pregnancy.
#clone medic kix#post stasis kix#pirate kix#meson martinet#sidon ithano#reveth#oc: maree finnall#star wars#clone wars#star wars fanfiction#clone wars fanfic#martyrs and kings#dystopicjumpsuit writes#Spotify
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Kind of controversial but why are people acting like TSATS is Rick Riordan's first queer book? Like Magnus chase who? Trials of Apollo?
Warning ⚠️: Long rant under the cut. It's not very tsats friendly so please scroll if you don't want to read.
Idk it just feels like sometimes the fandom doesn't really view queer rep as valid unless it centers around romance. Completely biased as a toa fan but toa had so much rep. The bi mc, the gay geysers, the kindly old lesbian couple taking in unwanted kids, ace characters, characters struggling with comphet, characters crushing on people of the same gender and none of it being taken as something out of the ordinary. It just wasn't centred around romance.
The toa fandom has always been pretty small and chill with activity spiking everytime a new book releases. Then suddenly when Tower of Nero came out there were so many people. So what changed, what brought in so many people who weren't even interested in the premise of the book?
It was Solangelo.
I like solangelo as much as the next person (minus the year of seething rage when they were dominating the toa tag) but the way that people discount an amazing series about change, growth and overcoming abuse with some of the best casual queer rep I've seen and consider the only thing of value being a minor mlm couple with a few pages of screentime leaves a pretty bad taste in my mouth.
Magnus chase is another book. Alex fierro isn't perfect rep (stop calling Alex slurs holy fuck) but it was revolutionary to have a gender fluid character in a children's series and this was back in 2016. Fierrochase is pretty popular but I wonder sometimes if Alex and Magnus would be as popular as they are if they never got together. They're still not as popular as solangelo but in good faith that might be because people became too fatigued to read mcga.
It just feels sometimes that these books are viewed as lesser queer books just because there's no shipping or it's not a (I'm so sorry don't kill me ) heart stopper esque gay couple. Idk if im taking this too personally as a potentially ace *slides nsfw art under desk* person whose gender is wonky but it's just my thoughts on this.
But I just feel like the focus should be on the countries banning and censoring the book instead of people with perfectly valid criticism of it. There are so many of his books with queer rep and most of the criticism I've seen have come from LGBTQIA+ people that like these books or at least put the same energy into scrutinizing them too. Idk why people assume anything bad said about TSATS was a bad faith reading done out of homophobia.
All that being said, tsats is definitely being marketed as the first queer book. It's banned not very accessible in my country despite all the others going through- which sucks. It's being treated like the first queer focused book Rick has written and it's coming out at a bad time for everyone but especially people in the US apparently. So I understand why any reactions would be taken as the fandoms reaction to the first queer book.
So who is more homophobic? The person who doesn't like a queer book or the person who holds a queer romance as the pinacle of queer? The answer : no clue man it's complicated and it's sucks that we're all so on edge in these trying times that we automatically assume the worst. There's nuance that a smarter person than me can elaborate on but I am not he.
Sorry for writing something so divisive during pride month but it is a conservation that should be had and what better month than one celebrating queer identity and representation. Hope everyone has a great pride month and stays safe.
Peace and love ✌️🏳️🌈💜
#sorry @ my much kinder mutuals#and solangelo fans#I'll draw them being cute as compensation#anti tsats#for filtering#lgbt discussion#discourse#trials of apollo#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#magnus chase#percy jackson#fandom meta
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A HELPFULL GUIDE TO THE RAMPAGE FROM EXILE TRIBE BY CHU-CHU
Hi Guys! I see that there are many new Rampage fans - Ravers - among us and I would like to introduce the members to you. Other than formal group information, some of it will be my own opinions. You can easily find other official informations about the group on the web. Rather, I want to share with you how I see each member, what impression they made on me, and what I liked or found interesting about them. So please keep in mind that these are my opinions. And of course, I'm not a very old fan either. There may be things I don't know or misunderstand. You can share with me what you want to add or correct 💜
-I am also sharing with you some blogs that I know who is posting about Exile Tribe/The Rampage. You can check them out too 💜I will continue to introduce the members when I have time :') I hope you like it :D 💜
@ataryutaro @banqanas @elenilote @fextsubs @rainisawriter @rowdyshogun @thistaleisabloodyone @zhaolusi (Hope I didn't forget anyone :( )
The Rampage
A Japanese dance & vocal boy group formed and managed by LDH JAPAN.
16 members: 3 vocalists and 13 performers.
They made their major debut on January 25, 2017 with the single “Lightning”.
Fandom name: Ravers ( RAmpage loVERS)
Formation: September 12, 2014
Debut: January 25, 2017
Genres: J-pop, hip hop, dance pop
Leaders: Likiya and Zin
16 Members: Likiya, Zin, Riku, Kenta, Rui, Yamasho, Kazuma, Hokuto, Iwasho, Shohei, Itsuki,Kaisei, Makoto, Ryu, Takahide and Takuma
And yes they have a hip-hop sub-unit : Ma55ive the Rampage (Likiya, Kenta,Yamasho, Shohei, Takahide)
I also didn’t know this part;
At the beginning it was unclear how many and which candidates would be chosen for the group's final line-up, the members later described the time as a desperate, harsh and stressful "survival situation". According to Kawamura Kazuma, the three vocalists were especially tense and taking the situation very seriously, thinking that one of them was going to be cut, due to the fact that LDH only had a two-vocalist system for all of their boy groups at that point.
But luckily they were all chosen :’)
However, while they were training for their debut in the public eye, the members later revealed that the group had been struggling behind the scenes and actually went on a hiatus the year after they were formed until their debut. Several members mentioned that they considered quitting during that time as it was mentally and physically difficult.Also Fujiwara Itsuki revealed that the members had also been working as staffs of the company behind the scenes in that time period, for example as tour staff for senior groups, or in Fujiwara's case, as staff of EXPG schools.
June 16 had been chosen as "RAVERS DAY". This specific date was selected because it is the only month out of the year that does not have a member's birthday, and because the number "16" is important to the group :D
During the first five years, all members of the group lived together in a dormitory.There were four rooms, and four members lived in each room, sharing bunk beds. Each room also had a room manager.
-I don't plan to mention TV series, movies, awards, songs, albums or tours. I get most of the information from Exile Tribe Wiki, you can read more there :’)
MEMBERS
1) LIKIYA : Elliot Likiya (エリオット·力矢)
Born: November 28, 1990 (age 32)
Birth Place: Aomori Prefecture, Japan
Height: 170 cm (5 ft 6.9 in)
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Emoji: 👨🍳
Leader and performer of THE RAMPAGE and a rapper in MA55IVE THE RAMPAGE.
DAD of the group
He may look serious but he is literally a cinnamon roll
I love Likiya, with his style, personality, sweetness and everything
Someone who is frequently teased by other members
When group members were asked who they would like to date, most of them chose Likiya.
Also, Elly from Sandaime J SOUL BROTHERS is his older brother. That's why he said that he was often compared to him and that he was flustured.
According to Wiki;
He participated in the EXILE PERFORMER BATTLE AUDITION, but did not make it to the finals.
LIKIYA's father is Carlos Elliot, a former professional boxer and LIKIYA started practicing boxing as a hobby.
He loves basketball and cooking. That's why his emoji is a cook. 👨🍳
Described as a calm, quiet and very reliable person with a strong sense of leadership. According to his members, he also has a mischievous side and occasionally makes a joke to calm the mood.
In charge of the choreography of THE RAMPAGE.
He is very good at cooking. His skills are so good that he even invented his own curry, "Likiya-man's Indian Spinach Curry" (リキヤ～マンのインド風ほうれん草カレー), which is actually sold in Japan. In 2020's first broadcast of "RMPG DOPE STATION", he talked about his dream of appearing on a cooking show.
His favorite color is white. He collects white clothes and white things, and most of his furniture and accessories are white.
2) ZIN : Sakamoto Zin (坂本陣)
Born: April 28, 1994 (age 29)
Birth Place: Osaka, Osaka Prefecture, Japan
Height: 178 cm (5 ft 10 in)
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Emoji:🐴
Leader and performer of THE RAMPAGE
MOM of the group
I LOVE HIS SMILE <3 HIS SMILE IS SO PRETTY <3
He is really like a mom even to the older members. He is fun, funny and really so cute. And I really love when he talks :’)
Probably the one who gets bullied the most
He is one of the tall members
According to Wiki;
He participated in the EXILE PERFORMER BATTLE AUDITION, but did not make it to the finals.
Described as a good talker, mood-maker and hard worker. His members appreciate his cheerfulness, responsibility and communication skills.Additionally, he is also described as compassionate, tearful and a bit clumsy. Because of his friendliness, he is often teased even by the younger members.
Usually takes the lead when it comes to interviews and has a natural talent for hosting live performances and events
Didn't like his smile very much for a long time, but after he joined THE RAMPAGE, people started to tell him that he has a nice smile, which changed his view. :’)
Has a cat named "Luky".
Likes the manga Jujutsu Kaisen.
His favorite color is red.
3) RIKU: Aoyama Riku (青山陸)
Born: August 10, 1994 (age 29)
Birth Place: Asaka, Saitama Prefecture, Japan
Height: 174 cm (5 ft 8.5 in)
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Emoji: 🐶
Maybe you think Rampage’s only vocalists are Kazuma and Hokum but no. This handsome man is a vocalist too and he has an amazing voice…
He is really good at teasing and annoying people and a bit savage.
He has that prince vibe and has a really charming visual.
His English is pretty good and wants to speak English to reach international fans <3
IwaSho and him are close friends
He likes going GYM… really…
He loves playing soccer and really good at it
He really loves children and A RIKU WITH KIDS ALL YOU NEED BELIEVE IN ME :’)
According to Wiki;
A very good dancer and known for his ability to dance with the same level of sharpness as a performer while singing stably.
Initially viewed his high-pitched voice as a complex. He is often jokingly imitated and teased by the members for it and he consciously keeps his voice low in magazine interviews.
Taught himself how to play the piano.His first keyboard was gifted to him by SHOKICHI.
Often compared to a golden retriever due to his cheerful, communicative, clumsy and soft nature and muscular physique.
Went to an all-boys high school for six years.
Always keeps a list of restaurants that interest him on his smartphone.
He has a friendly rivarly with KAZUKI and Sato Taiki, who attended EXPG Tokyo at the same time as him.Initially, he felt inferior to KAZUKI, which motivated him to practice harder.
His favorite color is pink.
Used to be the centre of the group, but the position was reappointed to Kawamura Kazuma.
4) KENTA: Kamiya Kenta (神谷健太)
Born: May 27, 1995 (age 28)
Birth Place: Okinawa Prefecture, Japan
Height: 170 cm (5 ft 6.9 in)
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Emoji: 🐿️
Performer of THE RAMPAGE and a rapper in MA55IVE THE RAMPAGE.
Even though he is a performer and rapper, he has great vocals. And I'm so happy ma55ive used him as vocals <3
He's funny, sweet and entertaining
I think he has a flirty personality
He and Rui are childhood friends and very close friends. (But he'll never admit it)
He has interesting and funny drunk memories...
He has a lot of questionable (in a good way) behavior and always makes me laugh
He's one of the oldest members but he definitely doesn't act like one :D
When he was a kid, he wanted to be a FBI Agent but I think he still does :D
According to Wiki;
He participated in the EXILE PERFORMER BATTLE AUDITION but didn't made to the finals.
In 2013, he was introduced as a member of the trainee group EXILE GENERATIONS.
He has a childhood friendship with fellow group mate Yonamine Rui
Him and Yonamine Rui together are called the "Haisai Duo" or "Haisai Combi". They are from the same hometown and the first students from EXPG Okinawa to join LDH.
Described as a mysterious and quiet person. He says about himself: "I'm not a loner, but I'm a free spirit and have my own pace". However, he also has a playful side characterized by strange moves, peculiar laughter, and eccentric worldview.
Has a curious nature and likes to try new things.
His favorite artists are Michael Jackson and Chris Brown.
In 2017, at the start of the group's first solo tour THE RAMPAGE LIVE TOUR 2017-2018 "GO ON THE RAMPAGE", he launched a video corner called "The Two Who Can't Talk" (しゃべれない2人) together with Fujiwara Itsuki in order to improve their talking skills. :D
According to his members, he is always late in his private life.
His favorite color is black.
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