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serasvictoria · 9 months

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Title: Roller Queen

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: A heatwave has hit Hawkins and bored out of his mind, Eddie tries to find something to do. He finds that something in the Palace Arcade…

Word Count: 6997

Content Warning: 18+ mdni. Semi-public sex. Oral sex (male receiving). Vaginal fingering.

Notes: This is what you get when you spend quite some time on Pinterest during a heatwave and suddenly finding a picture that just inspires you. The picture is all the way at the end, it just worked for me.

There is also one mention of the name Arlo in this and that's what I called the unnamed Hellfire member aka Corroded Coffin’s bass player, also known as the titular “Freak”. There’s an entire backstory in regards to why I gave him that name, but I won’t bore anyone to tears with that particular HC.

Betaread by @adrille88 Thanks again ❤️ Any remaining mistakes are all mine.

If he was really honest with himself, Eddie had to admit that he kind of liked heatwaves.

All the assholes would leave the town of Hawkins, abandoning the hot and humid place like a bunch of rats leaving a sinking ship, and they’d go spend a couple of days at their log cabins near some lake, leaving all the less fortunate residents behind.

Not that he thought that he was less fortunate, fuck no. He wouldn’t want golden boy Jason Carver’s shiny life. Sitting next to mommy, wearing his Sunday best and listening to daddy as he preached fire and brimstone to the congregation as they clutched their crucifixes. Lord knew where the bastard was now. Probably forced to suck up to some senator’s kid whilst he pretended that he wasn’t from some backwater shithole in Indiana.

So yeah, heatwaves weren’t all that bad. Besides, you could dress for the heat.

He was currently lazing about on the porch in an old pair of jeans that were cutoff right above the knee. His Motörhead shirt (which he had also modified after he tore it making it sleeveless as well as a little bit too short) was in a crumpled heap right next to him.

The only thing that was bugging him at the moment was trying to decide what to do.

It was the first summer after graduation, so he should have been spoiled for choice, but sadly that was not the case at all.

Steve and Robin were at work, like Jeff, and he didn’t feel like bothering them at their workplaces. Again. Dustin was at some kind of robotics camp. Wheeler had joined the Byers family for their last summer in California before they moved back to Hawkins. The Sinclairs were visiting relatives, as was Gareth. Arlo had been signed up for summer classes by his mother because he was failing a couple of classes.

So there was currently no one that he could shoot the shit with.

Usually Eddie wouldn’t have any problems on his own, he’d almost grown accustomed to it when he was a kid, but he was bored out of his mind at the moment. Didn’t help that he was coming off his previous high as well.

Absentmindedly scratching his neck, he brushed away some of the locks of hair that had come loose from his ponytail and that were sticking to his sweaty skin. He’d already taken a cold shower earlier and even that wasn’t enough to fight the heat.

The AC had also gone on the fritz at the worst possible time so staying in his bedroom wasn’t an option. Which meant that jacking off was off the cards, too. Because hey, when in doubt, jerk off. It was basically an unwritten rule.

Everyone that was still in town had either gone to the community pool or the woods, but those weren’t really places where we wanted or could go to. Lover’s Lake and Skull Rock were places that were worth considering, but you never knew if you’d disturb anyone whilst there and some people didn’t take too kindly to having an audience. And even if they were keen to have onlookers, that didn’t automatically mean that they’d want him there.

There wasn’t really much else to do apart from aimlessly driving through town until he found something that was worth his while.

Getting to his feet with a groan, he stretched out, grabbed his discarded shirt from the couch and put it on. His keys and cigarettes were on the small table next to him so he pocketed the packet of smokes and then locked the front door (even if no one was insane enough to attempt to steal anything from them, what with them having the good old Munson name and all).

As expected the van was hot as hell, so he rolled the windows all the way down on both sides before starting the engine and heading out of the trailer park in search of something to do.

Driving around town, he’s reminded of that Ghost Town song by The Specials (Robin was going through a bit of a ska phase at the moment) and before he knew it he was humming it which was in stark contrast to the Megadeth song, Wake Up Dead, that was currently blasting through the speakers.

Despite having previously decided that he wasn’t going to go to Family Video, he found himself driving in that direction anyway. Maybe Eddie could convince Steve to give him access to his backyard so he could have a dip in his pool in exchange for a couple of joints? Worth a shot.

This brought him right past the arcade, which was practically next door, a place that he hadn’t set foot in for quite some time. Together with Harrington, he seemed to have earned the dubious privilege of dropping the kids off there quite frequently, but he never joined them despite Henderson asking him to do so every single time.

He wasn’t about to have his ass kicked by some kid at-

Eddie swore that his eyes were seconds away from rolling out of their sockets.

All that he caught was a quick peek through the open doors of the arcade, but it had been enough to make him punch the brakes of his van and he came to a standstill right in front of the building.

Eddie had never parked his van so fast in his life.

When he got out of the van and walked across the asphalt to his destination, nerves set in, which was insane when he really thought about it. Why was he even nervous? Was it because he was seconds away from shooting his shot and potentially getting horrifically turned down?

The name of the place was lit up in purple neon on the awning over the doorway. Unbelievable that this was something that could make him set foot in the place after all this time, having seemingly graduated from it many years previous, constantly proclaiming that it wasn’t “his scene” since books and board games were more his thing.

That was a better excuse than saying that he had simply been unable to afford it. Money had always been tight in the Munson household and wasting a couple of quarters on something that he couldn’t even take home with him or put in his belly seemed pointless.

There’s an acne stricken teenager sitting on a folding chair next to the open door, a look of annoyance on his face that betrayed the fact that he didn’t want to be here at all.

“There’s a change machine inside. You know where to find me if it stops working,” he says with a bored tone when Eddie passes him by. The kid doesn’t say it, but his line sounds well practiced, leading him to believe that the aforementioned machine must have some issues.

It also sounds like the kid has no intention of going inside unless he absolutely must.

So that means that no one will see Eddie crash and burn if he does. And if he doesn’t, there won’t be anyone to disturb him either, so it was a win-win situation no matter what.

It was cooler inside, but only slightly. The AC was old and far too small to cool such a large space, but it still tried to do its job to the best of its abilities.

There were plenty of noises around him, machines beeping in an attempt to make him look at them, to make him see what he could play if he would only give them a couple of coins. He barely even seems to notice them at all, not caring about what the games have to offer him.

Not now.

The row of games that were visible from the door are all vacant. No one’s there to pour over them, desperately trying to win, so he moves on to the row next to it as he tries to find what he’s looking for. He’s about to turn the corner into the third, already somewhat convinced that his mind had been playing tricks on him, that the heat had fried his brain, when he comes to a sudden standstill and simply stares at the image before him.

Eddie had not imagined it, hadn’t gotten a severe case of heatstroke, hadn’t witnessed a mirage or anything of the sort. Even if mirage was probably the best word to describe what he was looking at.

You were leaning over the controls of one of the machines, tapping away at the buttons and moving the joystick back and forth.

That in itself wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

Dustin often spoke of you with awe in his voice, regaling everyone with how good you were at the games at the arcade. You and Max held a lot of the high scores and that was pure catnip to the younger boys who only cared about trivial things like that. The fact that you were older only seemed to make you more appealing to them.

A fellow nerd.

An older fellow nerd.

An attractive, older fellow nerd.

Eddie had never really gotten it until now, but that was more down to what you were wearing, which was a lot more revealing than what you had worn when you still walked through the hallways of Hawkins High. Hell, Principal Higgins would probably have a heart attack if someone wore that to school.

In an effort to fight the heat, you were wearing a pair of cut off blue sweatpants, which were so short that they might as well be hotpants, and a dark blue bikini top. And on your feet were the signature roller skates that were very much an extension of yourself as it were.

He doesn’t think that he’s ever seen you without them when you weren’t in school or working. There’s even a story about how you kicked Andy Collins in the balls with them once, but no one has ever been able to confirm that particular story since it was very much based on hearsay.

It is a fact however that Andy doesn’t seem to sniff around you quite as much as he does with every other (single) female in town. Had to be a reason for that.

The corner of your mouth twitches, so you definitely noticed that you had an audience of one by now. It would be rude not to go over to say hello, right? Right? So Eddie starts moving, unsteady on his feet all of a sudden, like he had forgotten how to walk simply because he was in the presence of such beauty.

“Hi,” he croaks out and he raises his hand in greeting. “Pretty hot outside, huh.” He mentally slaps himself for saying that, because why on Earth had he decided to state the obvious? Guess that meant that trying to act cool had gone straight out the window. His remark makes you snort though, which he supposes is a win of sorts. “Anyway. Hi.”

“Hi,” you say with a grin, doing your best not to laugh, as you look up for a few seconds before focusing all your attention back on the game. “Don’t see you round here a lot.”

“Not much of a gamer,” Eddie admits, which technically wasn’t true, but he didn’t think that he had to clarify that he was talking about video games. You would have seen him around the arcade a lot more if he was into those.

“So why’re you here then?”

“Thought I’d check the place out. Henderson’s always talking about it.”

“Ah, Henderson,” you sigh and there’s a hint of exhaustion there that almost makes him laugh. “And that’s enough to get you to show up?”

“Maybe not just that.” His eyes skate over the curve of your ass and when he looks back at your face again, he can see that your eyebrows are raised. Subtlety had never been his strong point. “Busted,” he chuckles.

“Hm,” is all that he gets out of you before you look back at the screen once more.

Eddie tries his best to feign an interest in the game that you’re playing, Bubble Bobble, by trying to keep his eyes peeled on the screen. Even thinks about commenting on the cuteness of the green dinosaur that’s blowing bubbles at his enemies, but he doesn’t out of fear of looking like a complete fool. He actually opens his mouth once with the intention of commenting on how well you’re playing, but what the hell is he supposed to say?

‘Good game, hot stuff, but do you wanna get out of here and play a real game in the back of my van instead?’

Bad idea. Really bad idea. He’d prefer it if his nuts didn’t meet the boot of your skates. That would be a horrible ending to what was turning out to be a pretty good day so far. He’d like to end it on a high if he could, preferably with your phone number scribbled on a piece of paper in his pocket.

Damn, this was easier when he could hide behind his usual bravado, but he’d already fucked that one up from the moment that he started talking to you. Hell, he couldn’t even hide behind his hair, because it was in a messy ponytail right now.

Still, you haven’t told him to fuck off just yet so it wasn’t a complete disaster. He leans back against the side of the machine next to yours and he really looks at you this time.

God damn, he had always thought that you were pretty, but fuck, you looked good enough to eat right now. He catches the glint of a bead of sweat as it rolls down your neck, following it as it makes its way down your skin and ultimately disappears into the fabric of your bikini top.

Eddie can almost taste the salt on his tongue if he thinks about it hard enough.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Your voice cuts through the first wisps of the daydream that was forming in the back of his mind, one that already had his cock twitching in his pants, seconds away from begging him to excuse himself so he could jerk off in his van.

“I would if I had a camera,” he bites back.

You shake your head and sigh and a couple of seconds later the game makes a noise, something that even a newbie like him knew wasn’t good. As if to emphasize this, the words “game over” appear on the black screen.

“Thought you were good.”

“My heart wasn’t in it,” you say while the screen starts flashing the ‘insert coin’ message on the screen in an attempt to lure in new players. “It’s this damn heat.”

“Maybe you don’t do well with an audience.”

“You’re shitting me, right? You know how many times I have those little shitheads breathing down my neck?”

“I dunno,” he shrugs. “A lot?”

“Yup. I barely get any alone time as it is.”

There’s a sudden flush of guilt and he can feel his cheeks burn as they begin to color a dark shade of pink. He’s bothering you. You never said it, but that's what he reads between the lines.

“You want me to leave?” He’s already turning away from you, instantly apologetic, so he’s surprised when he feels your fingers touch his wrist.

“Did I say that?” He’s watching your hand, noticing the gentle pull on his arm which doesn’t stop until he makes no move to leave anymore. “Did I?”

Since you repeat yourself, you’re obviously expecting an answer. The only problem is that the heat combined with your touch are kind of short circuiting his brain.

Eddie eventually manages to get out a small “No?” which he considers a victory. At least it shows that he’s still capable of speech, if only a little.

“No,” you repeat after him and he’s instantly relaxed when he finds that his presence does seem to be wanted after all. He can’t stop his expression from falling a little when your hand lets go of his arm. “But you say you’re not a gamer. Maybe you just haven’t found one that you like yet.”

“Sweetheart, I haven’t been in here for years,” he says with a casual wave of his hand. “The flashing lights are about to give me an epileptic fit.”

“Was that a joke?”

“Yeah?”

“That was so funny I forgot to laugh,” you deadpan.

The flat tone of your voice makes him snort as well as make him wonder why he has never tried talking to you before.

He supposes that it was a form of thinly veiled jealousy over the kids liking you so much. But who cares about them? And why is he thinking about them so much anyway? Being in the presence of a hot girl combined with the stifling heat was really doing a number on his brain, that was for s-

You clap your hands together in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts for the second time since he was with you.

“Anyway!” you exclaim and clear your throat before continuing. “There’s a couple of old games in the back. Maybe you’d even recognise some of them, oldtimer. Want me to show you?”

“Which ones?”

“Pong, Death Race, Space Invaders, Asteroids… ring a bell?”

“Always was quite partial to Death Race actually.”

“Figures,” you grin. “Come on then,” you say as you push yourself away from the cabinet and start leading the way.

Eddie lets you take the lead, because it means that he can walk behind you and his eyes drop down immediately, unashamedly ogling your ass as you glide through the arcade.

On your way to the back, he hears the crinkling of plastic and watches you remove the orange wrapper from a lollipop before it disappears into your mouth. He swallows hard when your jaw moves, your cheek bulging as you keep moving the candy from side to side. He’s practically salivating as he tries very hard not to let his mind come up with images of how your cheeks would look if there was something else in your-

“There she is,” you break through his reverie again and he briefly wonders if it’s intentional, if you have some kind of inbuilt radar that alerts you whenever a guy is about to have some very impure thoughts in your vicinity. “Death Race.”

You point out the black cabinet at the end of the row of machines, the two steering wheels making it instantly recognisable. You come to a standstill right next to it and wave your hand over the front of it, like some bikini babe that they sometimes use to advertise cars.

“Goddamn,” he whistles in wonder. “Didn’t know they still had this one.”

“They do,” you reply as you stand to his left. “Don’t think they ever get rid of a game if it’s still working.” You dig around in your pocket and hold out a quarter to him. “Here. First game’s on me.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Eddie takes the quarter from your fingers and puts it in the slot. “I’ll try to make it last.”

Unfortunately it doesn’t last that long. Sadly, he’s a little bit rusty. Not that he was any good when he still came here, but he finds himself wanting to impress you as much as he can.

Eddie’s on his fourth quarter when there’s an almost sickening crunch from your direction. Eddie looks up from the screen to see you chewing on the hard candy of your lollipop and he catches you tossing the stick in a garbage bin behind you. He wants to say something, but the words die on his tongue when your hand suddenly connects with his chest and he’s pushed back against the wall.

“Hey, wh-”

-at the hell.

The rest of the sentence comes out all muffled, because your lips crash into his hard. There’s barely time to close his mouth and you enthusiastically take advantage of that by licking into his mouth, your tongue connecting with his, and he can taste nothing but oranges. When he starts kissing you back, he can taste the same artificial nectarine flavor in your lip gloss.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you in closer and you sigh when his hands start rubbing up and down your back. You even giggle when one hand dips down lower and grabs your ass cheek.

There’s no opposition from him when you push him to the side, in between the opening between the black cabinet and the wall, one that the both of you fit into neatly, effectively shielding you and him from the view of others just enough.

Not that there was anyone else there apart from the bored employee that was still sitting outside and even he wouldn’t be able to see what the pair of you are doing from where he’s sitting.

“Aren’t-“ You pull away just far enough so Eddie can look in your eyes for a split second, see how blown out your pupils are, and then you dip your head down so you can drag your lips over his neck. “Aren’t you scared that anyone might see us?”

“No.” Your reply comes far too quickly and your teeth graze his Adam's apple slightly. “Why?”

“Wh- are you serious?”

“Mhm,” you hum against his skin. He gasps when you suck on his neck hard enough to leave a mark. “So sensitive.”

“Fuck.” At least Eddie can sort of peer into the space behind you now. He catches no movement whatsoever. And it’s not as if the arcade is rigged up with security cameras either. You stick your hands underneath his shirt, your fingers finding his nipples with ease and pinching them. “Damn, sweetheart.”

“What?” You look up at him, batting your eyelids almost too innocently, and when he doesn’t reply, you lick a stripe from the dip in his collarbone all the way up to his ear. “Cute,” you say directly into his ear before you gently tug on his lobe with your teeth. “You’re cute.”

Your intent couldn’t be more clear however. You wanted him and you were laying it on so thick that it was hard to ignore. It was all in the hungry way that you kissed him, filled with lust and longing, full of heat and desire.

Even though there shouldn’t be any mistaking your intentions, Eddie still wonders when it would be acceptable to invite you into his van. If he does it too early, you might smack him for being a perv, but if he does it too late, you might mistake it for disinterest, which would be a million miles off from what he wants. If only he had talked to you before, he would know what you were like a bit more, but all he has to go on are stories from Henderson and a handful of rumors.

There’s an unexpected brush of your fingers over the front of his jeans and it’s so light that he mistakes it for being accidental at first, but when it happens again and then again, it becomes a bit more difficult to ignore.

“Oh?” The triumphant tone in your voice is impossible to miss, because now you know that he was already half hard before and that was definitely because of you. “Thought that you had a couple of rolls of quarters in your pocket, but I think I was wrong.”

“You use that line a lot?”

The words came out too easily after all so naturally he’s curious, maybe even a little jealous, but he would never admit to that.

“Please,” you chuckle, “you think so little of me?”

“I don’t know. Don’t know you that well. Unfortunately.”

“You could get to know me. If you want to.”

“Hmmm. Tough question. Let me think about it.”

Eddie meant it as a joke, obviously, but he doesn’t miss how your brows furrow and how your hand stops moving, even if you can’t seem to stop your fingernails from scratching at the fabric.

His hips end up chasing your hand when you pull it away.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Eddie blinks, suddenly confused. “Is that a trick question?”

“Nope, just an honest one.”

“No.” It’s his turn to answer quickly now. And Christ, he feels like such a fucking dickhead for giving you the impression that he might not want this. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good,” you reply with a grin that’s bordering on feral, “because I really didn’t want to.”

“Then wh-?” He cuts off his sentence because your hand is back on his crotch again. You touch him with more intent now and he wonders if you can feel his dick twitching through the thick fabric. “Fuck.”

“Cause you looked a bit uncomfortable for a couple of seconds there. Figured that it was because of me.”

“It wasn’t, sweetheart. Trust me. Just never had a pretty girl seconds away from making me come in my pants like a schoolboy in a public place before.”

“Hmmm. I can think of something a lot better than that.” His eyes widen when you drop down onto your knees and start undoing his belt. “All you need to do is stay quiet.” A strangled kind of noise comes out of his mouth and it makes you grin even wider. “Think you can do that?”

“I’ll fucking try,” he squeaks out when you pull his pants down roughly to expose his underwear and his pale thighs. “I’ll really fucking try.”

“You’re gonna have to do better than that.” Your hand rubs over the front of his boxers and he groans low in his throat. “No louder than that, okay?” You pull the last cloth barrier down, unveiling his cock and it proudly stands at attention. “Oh god,” you say, obviously impressed, “prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh yeah?” You lick at the glistening bead of precum on the tip and your eyes close briefly as you taste him. The noise you make is exaggerated, but fuck, who cares? “Like it that much?”

“Uh-huh,” you answer as the tip of your tongue starts following the trail of a prominent vein on the side of his shaft, chasing it all the way down to the base and then back up again. “I do.”

Eddie lets out a sigh when you finally wrap your lips around his cock and let him slip halfway into your mouth. You sit there, looking all pretty, your eyes on his, and he already knows that he won’t be able to get this image out of his head for as long as he lives.

You bob down a bit further, a mere inch at most, and then release him with a soft pop. You spit on your palm, circle your fingers around the shaft, and start working him with your hand.

Ducking your head, you sink your teeth into his pale thigh and then lick the already slightly reddening mark. You repeat this a few more times, much to Eddie’s amusement. The slight sting of your bites in combination with the movement of your hand are pushing him ever closer to the edge.

Having teased him enough, you take his dick into your mouth again and he briefly wonders if you would have still done this if the place had been a bit more crowded. Not that he thinks that the sound of screaming kids would have done anything to kill his boner. If anything, the sheer thought of there being a greater possibility of getting caught only turns him on more.

When you cup his balls and start massaging them, Eddie hisses through his teeth. Fuck, he really wasn’t gonna last long. He also had no idea how he was supposed to stay quiet. He didn’t consider himself particularly noisy (he was), but he liked talking and there was no way that he would be able to control the volume of his voice.

Not when you kept eagerly sucking him off and especially not when you were pairing it with a look that was practically spelling out how much you loved having his dick in your mouth.

You also look like you want him to crack, like you desperately want him to make noises that are way too loud, like you want to get caught giving him head in the back of the arcade.

“Shit,” he groans as softly as he can and he can feel the corners of your mouth twitch upwards into a smile. “Can’t help it,” he says, softer now. “Feels too fucking good.”

Humming around his length, you hollow out your cheeks and when your hands lightly grasp the back of his thighs so your fingertips can dance up and down his skin, he shudders.

Saliva was bubbling at the corners of your mouth and fuck, it has to be one of the hottest things that he’s ever seen. His hand instantly moves of its own volition, moving to the back of your head, and he pushes you down for a split second, stopping when your fingernails dig into his skin. He loosens his grip, giving you ample opportunity to pull away, but you don’t and your eyes are almost flashing a challenge to him, practically daring him to do it again.

So he does.

This time he holds you down a little bit longer, forcing you to take him in a little bit deeper and instantly letting go when you make a gagging noise. You stay right where you are, his dick halfway in your mouth, eyes still a little defiant, so he does it again, harder, and forcing his cock in deeper still. The discomfort is plain to see and when your fingernails drag down the back of his thighs harshly, he can feel it, too, but your grip on his legs relaxes soon enough. He scratches your scalp affectionately.

Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears, threatening to overflow, and his hand releases you so he can wipe at the corners of one of your eyes, in an attempt to brush your tears away.

“Didn’t mean to make you cry, sweetheart,” he admits. “You just look so fucking good like that.” You blink once which finally makes the tears spill out. “Good tears though, huh?” You make an affirmative noise even if he already knows the answer. “Good ‘cause I’m seconds away from coming all down that pretty throat of yours.”

He catches a glint in your eye, as if his words spurred you on, but Eddie’s entirely unprepared for what you do next.

Your hands grab his hips and you plunge your mouth all the way down his length until your lips make contact with the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. You gag around him, but you inhale deeply through your nose and manage to stay down for a bit longer.

Your throat muscles contracting around his cock is what pushes him over the edge and he comes in thick spurts down your throat. He bangs the back of his head against the wall behind him, his lips pressed tightly together to stop himself from shouting as he climaxes. His hands are balled to fists at his sides and he slams them against the wall as a form of channeling the pent-up energy that has nowhere else to go.

It takes him a short while to come back to his senses and his hands shake when he relaxes his grip. When he hazards a glance down, you’re still on your knees, his now soft cock still in your hands as you’re lazily licking up and down his shaft.

Reaching for your face, he touches the corner of your mouth and mumbles the words, “Show me.” You stick your tongue out obediently, showing him that there’s not a single drop of his cum left. “Good girl.”

Exhaling shakily, he manages to say, “up,” a couple of times, his fingers hooking under your chin and pulling in an effort to make you move faster. As soon as you’re on your feet, his lips crash into yours, his tongue invading your mouth until he can taste himself on your tongue.

His hands are everywhere. On your ass, your hips, your tits. He simply doesn’t know what to grab first, and it’s not like you seem to care either with how content your sighs are.

Changing positions, he pushes you up against the wall and hurriedly pulls his boxers and shorts back up. Your hands take over to zip him back up this time, leaving his hands free to pull the cups of your bikini top to the sides and burying his face between your tits.

“Like that,” you breathe out when his lips finally find one of your nipples. “Just like that.”

“So sensitive,” he remarks with a grin, positively delighted that he can throw your earlier words right back at you this time. “I wonder…” He trails off and brushes a hand down your stomach, light as a feather, until his fingers come to a stop at the waistband of your shorts. “May I?”

You’re nodding before he even manages to get the words out, betraying your eagerness and perhaps your impatience. So naturally that makes Eddie move slower than he would have, taking his time to undo the bow that keeps the drawstring of your shorts tied together, and even when that’s undone, he slides his digits underneath the fabric painstakingly slowly.

“Eddieeeee,” you whine, “stop teasing.”

“Who’s teasing?”

“You are,” you pout. “Not like we have all day.”

“We don’t?” You’re ready to say more, he can tell, but he knows you’re right. And he doesn’t know what you’ll do if he keeps teasing, so he slips his fingers into your panties and slides them between your folds. “Jesus, baby, you’re soaked.”

“Mhm,” you bite your lower lip and nod.

“You got this wet just from having my dick in your mouth?” You moan affirmatively. “Poor thing. Seems only right that I help you out then, right?” One of his fingers probes your entrance, not quite pressing inside yet. Not until you answer him. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you whimper. “N-need to feel your fingers inside me.”

“Come on,” he husks against your cheek, “spread your legs a little wider.” You give him some more space to work with and he slides the digit in with ease. “Good girl.”

Your head drops forward onto his shoulder, your mouth almost level with his ear so he can hear every shaky breath and strangled moan. It makes him add another finger, plunging them deeper inside and curling them upward until he hits your sweet spot. Your walls spasm and contract around his fingers, trying to keep them there.

“Really want to get my mouth on you, sweetheart,” he husks against your temple.

“No time,” you answer. “R-raincheck?”

“You’d better,” he chuckles. He just knew that he’d be taking you up on that offer before the end of the day.

Fuck, if he had his way, he’d be on his knees in front of you right now. Your ass pushed up against the controls of the Pong machine, his head buried between your thighs, until you’re screaming so loud that it drowns out every other fucking sound in this place.

If only he’d asked you to come with him, he’d have had his wish.

His thumb finds your swollen and neglected clit with ease. His touch sends a shockwave through you which makes your whole body jolt. You grab at his shoulders, his name on your lips as your fingernails leave crescent shaped marks in the sections of his skin which aren’t covered by his shirt.

Your breath hitches and you let out a choked sob, only to have Eddie cut off any other sounds that you might make by pressing his lips against yours and swallowing all your delicious noises, effectively silencing you. Your thighs convulse around his palm, trapping his hand between them.

Reaching upward, you grab at his tied back hair, wrapping the ponytail around your fingers and pulling until your hand, along with all the other muscles in your body, go slack.

“Mmmm.” You sigh against his lips and he pulls away just far enough to see your blissed out features as you float back down to Earth. “Always knew you’d be good with your fingers.”

“You wanted to get caught, didn’t you?” Your face splits into a grin and he shakes his head. “Fuckin’ knew it.”

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re distracted by Eddie sticking his fingers into his mouth and sucking your juices from them. Cupping his cheeks, you lean forward and your lips brush together when a loud scream suddenly cuts through the relative silence. Startled, it makes your eyes snap open, but you visibly relax when it dawns on you that the noise isn’t anywhere near where the two of you are.

“I wanna play that one,” an underage voice shouts and it’s answered by a decidedly more bored adult voice. “Come on!” The child sounds impatient and is probably dragging the adult behind him in the direction of the game of his choice.

“Shame that,” you say as you adjust your top, covering your chest up once more. You move away from him and he hates the fact that there’s space between you now. “I totally would have let you fuck me as I played the pinball machines.”

“I have a van,” he replies, helpful and hopeful at the same time.

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You stick a hand in your pocket and he thinks he can hear you jingle some coins. “Still got some quarters left so you’re shit out of luck.”

“You’re just going to play a couple more games after that?“

“Uh, yeah? I never leave until I’m all out of quarters. Sorry.” Eddie’s expression falls, but his smile returns when you press your lips against his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Can’t you wait a little bit longer like a good boy? Promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You give his lips a quick peck and wink. “If you think I’m going to end this day without having your dick inside me then you’re an idiot.”

Someone clears their throat loudly behind you and when you turn, you see what you can only assume is the owner of the bored adult voice earlier.

“There are kids in here, you know,” the man huffs.

“I don’t see any,” you say as you flip him off. “Or are you talking about yourself?” You grab Eddie’s hand and pull him along with you. “Come on, babe. Let’s leave these games for the kids, huh? We both got what we wanted. For now.”

The implication of what you’d done there hangs in the air as Eddie lets you lead him past the man and he barks out a laugh when he sees the furious, and dare he say frustrated, expression on his face.

Fully expecting to leave, he can’t hide his disappointment when you come to a standstill in front of a machine, Q*bert, and take a coin out of your pocket, obviously intending to still stick to your rule of not leaving until you had no coins left.

“You’re still going to- Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head as you put a quarter in the slot and start playing. “I’ll just get comfortable here then, shall I?”

“Uh-huh,” you reply, “just stand there and look pretty. Maybe it’ll help.”

“Okay, I can do that.” He folds his arms and leans against the cabinet next to yours, very much mirroring the stance that he had taken earlier. “But seriously, just one game and then I’m dragging you out of here.”

“Fiiiiine. One game,” you say with a loud groan that didn’t sound anywhere near convincing enough. “But you’d better settle in, pretty boy, because I can make these games last a lifetime if I have to.”

“Did you just call me out over not being good at playing video games? Seriously?” Amusement was dripping off his voice, because he honestly didn’t care that he was no good at any of the games here. But he could have sworn that you had just issued him a challenge and he had every intention of winning that. “Honey, I can last real long when I’m doing other things.”

“Sure.” If you were trying to come across as unimpressed, it wasn’t that successful. You looked more curious than anything else. You shrugged, a bit noncommittally, and threw in a, “They all say that.”

“I actually do though.” Eddie took a step closer and he could see your fingers tightening around the joystick, fully prepared to try your damndest not to let him distract you. One more step and he’s so close now that his lips are a couple of inches away from your ear. He clears his throat and chuckles when you jump ever so slightly. “Baby, I’m genuinely not boasting when I say that I could be down there for hours and I don’t think that I need to elaborate on that now, do I?”

You release the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, close your eyes for a fraction of a second, and then the telltale “game over” tune starts playing.

“Fuck.”

“Oh no, sweetheart, did you just lose? I was really looking forward to seeing you play as well, but… a deal’s a deal.” Before you could protest (which you wouldn’t dream of doing), Eddie grabs your hand and makes good on his promise of dragging you out of the arcade. “I just really want to show you what I can do now. Promise you won’t be disappointed…”

And here's the picture that partially inspired this one...

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #mar writes

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Sleepless 3AM’s

The Bad Batch/Reader. Headcanons. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

Hunter

How it happens is usually a bad dream or something on the Marauder creaked a little too loud and stirred your slumber. It’s not often but it happens.

Being in the same bunk with Hunter meant no easy escape. One or both of his arms holding you close to him. That didn’t stop you from trying, though.

Hunter feels you moving his arms off, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible so you didn’t wake him up. Sometimes he’d stay behind for a few minutes to humor you, but he would wake with you regularly.

He would follow you to the cockpit, his blanket over his shoulder, and wait for you pick a spot. (Usually on the floor, but sometimes you would ask to sit across his lap in one of the chairs). Then, Hunter would place himself next to you and wrap the blanket around both of you.

He never questioned this tiny habit and you were grateful. You couldn’t offer up a reason. It was just something that happens and this is how you would deal with it. Hunter didn’t mind. He just wants to be sure you’re alright.

If it was a particular bad night, a nightmare, you would lean against him and talk. He always listened, taking your hand to touch and draw shapes in your palm or to gently massage each finger. Maybe a kiss to your temple every once in awhile.

“I don’t want to lose any of you… I wish this timeline was different. We could have already been married.”

“One day, cyar’ika. One day.”

Your talking would eventually turn into soft mumbles as your eyes became heavy with sleep again and Hunter makes sure not to move you back to his bunk until 15 minutes passed (just in case you woke up)

Tech

This man hardly gets sleep as it is but always advocates for the others to get valuable rest. So you usually curl up in his bunk, happy with just his scent to put you to sleep.

Whenever you do wake up, or just couldn’t sleep, you’d make your way to find the genius. He was always either working on his data pad or something on the Marauder.

Once Tech noticed your presence it’s always, “Ah, I did it again. I’m sorry.” Or, “My riduur, what’s keeping you up?”

If he knows he should sleep, he’ll walk you back to his bunk and hold you close to him. Most nights like this, listening to his breathing and heartbeat while his fingers brush through your hair knocks you right out.

When it takes a little more effort, Tech speaks softly on the latest upgrade he’s done to the ship knowing that you love his voice and do your best to stay awake and listen. (It tuckers you out more to fight the sleep like this and he knows it, using it to his advantage).

If something has kept you up, he offers you a place by his side to watch, listen, and/or help if you’re feeling up to it. When too much time has passed for you to still be out of bed, he forces himself and you to get a little shut eye.

“I’m not tired.”

“Your health is my upmost personal priority, riduur. Come; sleep.”

He takes your hand in his and leads you back to his bunk where both of you promptly fall asleep, just so unaware of the fatigue your bodies were holding.

Wrecker

To be fair, it’s hard to wake up when you’re with Wrecker. He’s like a heated weighted blanket. With arms and legs and a face. That gives you kisses and loves you. It’s hard not to be comfy with him, okay?

Yet, some nights are just too stubborn. Most nights it’s just nerves. You slide up to sit in his bunk with your knees tucked under your chin, your eyes watching this gentle hunk of a guy sleep.

Watching his rhythmic breathing kept your mind-fuzz to a minimum.

When Wrecker’s sleepy hand touched the empty space you reach out to grab it. Sometimes he doesn’t wake up right away, but as you touch and rub his hand to keep busy Wrecker wakes.

“Cyare? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I can’t sleep.”

He sits up with you, touching your face with a soft hand and asks you what you wanted: water, caf, snacks, Lula, Crosshair’s super soft blanket that was left behind but he would shoot someone point blank if they used it?

The blanket bit always earned him a quiet giggle. “Water and a holomovie. And Lula. Please.”

Wrecker takes care of everything, stopping you trying to help with a deep kiss to your lips, slowly pushing you down on his bunk.

And when you wake up with tears in your eyes trying to keep yourself quiet (for him and your captain), Wrecker is wide awake.

“Oh no, mesh’la, what happened?”

You tearful face triggers his own water works but he keeps it controlled, pulling you in front of him to rock you side to side in a lulling way.

“Everything’s going to be okay. I’ve got you… I’ve got you,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

Eventually your crying subsides and you do end up falling asleep in the intimate hug. Wrecker doesn’t give two shits that he can’t move to sleep next to you, keeping the rocking steady until he falls asleep, too.

Echo

Despite being an ex ARC trooper, you’re able to slip out of his bunk pretty easily.

When these kinds of nights happen, you usually make yourself a cup of caf and head to the cockpit to stare up into the sky.

Echo wakes up when he turns a little too much and thinks he’s accidentally hit you with his scomp link. When he finds you missing, his lips pull into a half frown half smile.

He knows exactly where you are and leaves to find you in the same spot, over and over again. You’re consistent and he likes it.

You offer him up a small sheepish smile when he stands next you every time. “Found me.”

“Found you.”

The two of you stand together, looking at the stars and finding the moment serendipitous. There’s no blaster fire. No alarms blaring. No shouts, screams, cries, or yells. Nothing is at risk. This moment is untouched, unscathed, uninterrupted.

It’s peace.

After a while, Echo takes your caf whether you’ve finished it or not and sets it on a safe spot on the control panel to take your hand for a tiny dance.

It’s silent in the Marauder so you two keep your footsteps feather light.

Echo spins you and waltzes in a small circle, smiling at you as the star and moon light showers you in its beauty. His mind pictures a better scene, one where you and him aren’t on Ord Mantel but somewhere elegant and far from war, dressed to impress with serene music playing for you.

When he pulls you back into him and slows the dance to a side step, Echo leans in to kiss you which you reciprocate every time. This kiss was a promise. That one day everything will be better.

Crosshair

Being sleepless in his bed was a circus trick. You couldn’t stop tossing and turning, willing sleep to take you but it just didn’t.

“Stop. Moving.”

You freeze and take a breath. “I’m sorry.” Slowly, you decide that you would sit up. You weren’t going to win this fight to rest.

You look at Crosshair who’s laying on his side, facing away from you, seemingly asleep. You reach to touch his back, gently so you didn’t irritate him, and traced the muscle definitions.

He never seemed to mind this soft act of affection. Just the constant movement when he was trying to sleep, which was understandable.

When your mind blanks out and your touch stilled, Crosshair turns around to look at you. The rustle gains your attention and you mutter another apology.

“Quit it.” He reached out to you and pulls you back down, having you lay on his chest.

“Quit what?”

“Apologizing.” His other hand touches your cheek, sliding over your ear into your hair. “You’re not the only one who can’t sleep.”

It makes you smile. His tone can be sour but he usually cares in reality. Your arms find themselves comfortable hugging him, giving him a quick loving squeeze.

When the nights are terrible and aren’t so easy to soothe, Crosshair always finds the reddest part of his heart again. His voice is just above a whisper, his body providing warmth, his arms acting as shields.

He’s got you.

“I’m so scared, Crosshair… that you’re going to disappear…”

“Cyare.” He pauses. “I love you too much to just die. I will live for you and your love.”

*riduur - wife/husband/spouse

Everyone has had these thoughts right??? These have been keeping me up most nights just to get an idea for what each of them would do (call it method writing haha). Also, Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️

tag list: @dangraccoon (I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be included in headcanons, so I tagged you anyway. I hope that’s fine!)

#the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #fluff #star wars #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #sleepless #headcanon #bad batch headcanons #the bad batch x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb echo x reader

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Revenge is a Dish Best Served With a Smile

For Tickletober Day 4: Weak Spot

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Fandom: Critical Role

Ship(s): Widomauk (though more implied than explicit)

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Mollymauk/Ler!Caleb

Word Count: 1446 words

Summary: Mollymauk was getting a little too bold, thinking he could always get away with his tickle attacks. Wizards may not be known for their strength, but no one has ever said that Caleb isn't resourceful.

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Caleb knew he was an easy target. Wizards weren’t exactly known for their strength or agility, after all. The thing was, he never expected to become a target in his own party.

Ultimately, it had been Jester’s fault – with her particular brands of mischief and physical affection, it had only been a matter of time until weaknesses were revealed. But despite her position as their resident trickster, Jester wasn’t the one Caleb needed to keep an eye on. No, that was Mollymauk, taking advantage of Caleb’s sensitivities in every spare moment he could.

Internally, Caleb could just barely admit to himself that he didn’t necessarily mind it. Maybe, sometimes, when he was particularly tired (or blissed out post-tickle attack), he could even admit to himself that he liked it. Just a little. But that didn’t erase the fact that Molly was getting a little too bold, a little too sure of himself when it came to his attacks. Caleb knew he wasn’t untouchable, he’d watched Yasha and Jester take down Molly when he got a bit too cocky, but therein came the problem. Jester and Yasha were strong and quick – they knew exactly how to take Molly down in order to shut him up or exact their revenge.

But wizards weren’t exactly known for their strength or agility.

Still, weeks of tickle attacks could not continue to go unpunished.

As it turned out, Caleb’s opportunity for revenge came packaged nicely in one such attempt. He had sequestered himself in his tavern room for the night, studying some new scrolls they had found on their latest adventure, when Molly found him. He sighed and allowed his eyes to flick up towards Molly for just a moment before returning to his scrolls, and Molly seemed to take that as his invitation into the room. The bed dipped next to him as Molly settled himself down, and he could feel the tiefling heat radiating off him as Molly leaned into his space.

“No merry-making for you tonight, dear?”

Caleb sighed again. “I do not make merry, Mollymauk. And in any case, I am busy with far more important things.”

Molly reclined on the bed behind him, curling a sly fingernail into the folds of his shirt, tugging slightly. “It’s just as well, I suppose. Beau and Yasha are trashed already, and frankly, it’s more than a little painful to watch.”

Against his better judgement, Caleb snorted. Mollymauk’s finger plucked at the loose edges of his shirt with more intent.

“Fjord’s well on his way there, as well. By the time I left, he looked half a drink away from slamming Beau and Yasha’s faces together himself.”

“Perhaps he should,” Caleb said absentmindedly, bringing the scroll closer to his face to squint at a specific rune.

He heard Molly let out a dramatic sigh as the bed shifted with his restless squirming. Then, he jumped as he felt a thin band begin to wrap around his waist. Glancing down, he saw Molly’s tail wrapped around his body, the spade of it hovering threateningly near his bottom rib. Molly’s fingernail had also found a new home, having managed to untuck Caleb’s shirt and slip underneath it to trace the curve of Caleb’s side just above his hip.

“Molly,” Caleb admonished, shifting his weight toward the nightstand in case he needed to swiftly get his scrolls out of harm's way.

“Yes, dear?” Molly purred.

“I believe it would be wise to quit while you are ahead. You’re distracting me.”

Molly chuckled behind him and sat up, pressing his chest to Caleb’s back. “Was that a threat, Mr. Widogast?”

“Perhaps it was.”

Molly chuckled, and Caleb flinched as Molly’s tail tightened around his waist, the spade of it beginning to wiggle into the space between his two lowest ribs. “Such confidence from a man in your predicament. Tell me, how exactly do you plan on wriggling your way out of this one?”

That was an excellent question, in Caleb’s opinion, because currently he had no plan. He didn’t even know if he wanted a plan yet, or if this was yet another instance Mollymauk would have his mirthful way with Caleb without consequence. But in either case, Molly’s tail’s ministrations were becoming ticklish enough to make him squirm. He couldn’t help the instinct to reach up and grab the thing. Molly let out a startled sound (much like a cat, Caleb thought fondly) and tried to wrench the limb away, but Caleb tightened his grip, smoothing his thumb over the spade of the tail to try and stop it’s squirming. Instead, the squirming (both from the tail and Molly himself) increased tenfold and Molly let out another startled noise – this one pitched far higher than the last.

“Alright,” Molly said, his voice high and wavering, “you’ve made your point. I can leave you to your boring old books, if that’s what you really want.”

Caleb hesitated, smoothing his thumb over the skin once more and gaining himself another frantic tug. “I apologize, am I making you uncomfor–”

“No!”

Caleb finally looked over his shoulder, finding Molly’s too-wide eyes already locked on his. His lavender skin had tinged a darker purple across his face and ears and all the way down his neck. As Caleb continued to analyze him, Molly swallowed heavily. Caleb narrowed his eyes. He knew this wasn’t an inappropriate situation – Molly and Jester had never expressed discomfort with their tails being handled before – but even if it was illicit, Molly wasn’t the sort to blush and squirm from those sorts of things anyway. He’d be more likely to flirt and tease and try to make Caleb blush instead – not that that was a particularly difficult feat.

Carefully, gently, Caleb brushed his thumb back and forth across the flat of the tail’s spade. Molly lurched forward, practically squealing as he curled up against Caleb’s back. A slow smile spread across Caleb’s lips.

“I see.”

“Caleb, don’t tease.”

Caleb let out an incredulous laugh. “And why should I not? You’re quite fond of teasing others in this position, are you not?”

Molly’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “I still have my pride,” he ground out.

“Well, let me relieve you of that, then.”

Caleb brought his free hand up, spidering his blunt nails on the flat of the spade. Molly broke down into gasping giggles and went limp against Caleb, fingers clutching onto his shirt. His tail tugged for freedom, wiggled in Caleb’s grip, but seemed altogether too weak to be able to break free. Caleb chuckled and tickled his way down the length of Molly’s tail, watching as he arched his back the closer Caleb got to the base of it. He wondered what would happen if he tickled there and the spade of the tail at the same time, but he didn’t think it was possible with only two hands and the strength of a wizard. At least, not without some maneuvering, and he didn’t know if attempting to adjust them would trigger Molly’s revenge.

“I see why you do this so often,” Caleb said. “It is quite amusing to watch.”

Molly simply made a wordless whine, curling further into Caleb’s back and side until his face was buried in Caleb’s hip. He’d all but melted otherwise, aside from his shaking laughter and the twitching of his tail. Caleb’s smile turned fond.

“I’d almost say you like this. It’s quite cute actually.”

Molly grumbled something unintelligible into the skin of his hip, and Caleb flinched at the ticklish feeling, his own tickling faltering for a moment. Caleb sighed and paused his revenge, weaving his hand into Molly’s hair instead to scratch at his scalp. If possible, Molly melted even further into Caleb and the bed, practically purring.

“Perhaps the rest of us should get revenge more often, ja?”

Molly tilted his head up just enough to be heard and said, “I certainly wouldn’t be opposed.”

“I’ll remember this for next time.”

Molly grinned at the promise, and Caleb couldn’t help but smile back. Absentmindedly, he lifted Molly’s tail to his face and pressed a quick kiss to the spade of it, forgetting the prickliness of his scruff. Molly’s eyes blew wide again as he squealed, high-pitched and near-deafening, and launched himself backwards on the bed, ripping his tail out of Caleb’s hand in the process.

A dangerous grin that felt very much like it belonged more on Molly or Jester spread across Caleb’s face. “Or perhaps I’ll make use of it right now. What do you think?”

Molly’s tail twisted into excited little curlicues between them. “I’d say you’re rather foolish for expecting me to go down without a fight twice.

#tickle fic #my writing #critickle role #lee!mollymauk #ler!caleb #ticklish!mollymauk #critical role #cr #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #widomauk #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023

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mr-miss-anonymous · 5 months

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How the Tables Have Turned

Word Count: 3,253

Relationship: N/A

Rating and warnings: T; belly kink, forcefeeding, underlying degradation/humiliation (not explicitly so)

This work was inspired by the amazing genius of @evcaffeine! Do me a favor and go check out their stuff—you won’t be disappointed!

“It’s top quality, way more affordable than your average batch of fuel, and made by keeping special frames like yours in mind! You, my friend, have hit the jackpot with this offer.”

As Swindle studied the curious expression of the huge aerial bot, he couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across his faceplates. He prided himself on being one of the best salesmechs to walk Cybertron, but this was a deal that had practically fallen into his lap. Not only had he managed to rope an unsuspecting individual into what he believed to be a ridiculously good offer for energon—energon, of all things, when the supply and demand were at the peak of accessibility.

It wasn’t just regular energon, though, and that was the catch. Swindle had hinted at the strange quality of this batch he’d managed to get his servos on, and while he didn’t claim to understand any of how it worked, the Decepticon at least seemed somewhat convinced. He’d never stepped out of his comfort zone like this before, and while he was new to purchasing and selling energon and other perishables, Swindle had a very good feeling about this deal in particular.

Not only had he managed to get the entire stock of thick, glossy fuel for dirt cheap, he’d also been informed of its extra special quality and benefits. It was similar to high-grade in the rich texture and flavor, he’d been told, which was one of the biggest reasons the original owner had been so desperate to get rid of it. In the middle of a war, such mechs couldn’t be responsible for keeping such indulgent rations aboard their ships. They needed to rely on the simpler, less filling resources, of course, to keep their soldiers in good shape.

Swindle wasn’t quite sure where on the combat spectrum this particular customer fell, but he didn’t care all that much. At the end of the day, what mattered most to him is that he got out nearly three times what he put in, and this time, that seemed much, much easier to manage. He hadn’t even had to bother talking up the product! It was, in of itself, top of the quality and a very smart investment.

“I understand you had some hesitations when we first spoke,” Swindle continued, standing with his frame propped against the stack of energon cubes. He kept his servos folded over his chest and regarded the larger bot with his chin held high and his optics half-closed, as if to press home the point that he was the more powerful mech in this exchange. “But as you can see, the product itself is just as I had described it.”

“True,” the Decepticon said, one servo propped against his hip while the other absentmindedly scratched at his chin. He was silent for some time before he spoke again. “In that case, I’d be happy to take it off your hands. Unless…”

Swindle fought the urge to sigh, doing his best to keep a pleasant look on his faceplates while the other mech considered his options. He’d learned from experience not to seem too keen about making a profit as big as this. A single misplaced word could make or break the deal, and he didn’t want to risk losing out on such a valuable client.

“Yes?” He pressed, leaned in as he awaited the Decepticon’s conditions.

“I’d like to see you try the stuff for yourself,” the Decepticon eventually decided. He gave a brief nod, as if satisfied with this decision, then stared at Swindle expectantly. “I won’t take money off for the lost ration. Better safe than sorry, am I right?”

Oh. Well, that was unexpected. Still, Swindle wasn’t about to let such a deal pass him by, so he merely flashed an even wider grin before turning to reach for one of the smaller cubes of energon. If he were being honest, he was almost a little nervous about how the fuel might affect a bot’s systems, but he figured a small sip of the stuff couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like he was downing an entire ration in one go, after all. Besides, if anything went wrong, he’d have enough cash from the deal to treat himself to the best medical assistance Cybertron could offer three times over.

Swindle held the container to his mouth, struggling to ignore the strange look plastered across the flier’s face as he tilted his helm back and took a sip. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but the rich, sweet taste that coated his tongue and warmed his throat as it went down wasn’t at all it. He gave his a satisfied smack and smirked at the Decepticon, who was practically leaned in and staring with wide, curious optics.

“Not bad,” he said, already sealing the container and setting it back amongst the pile. “A little sweet, but that’s just a plus of buying such a rich quality product. So, what do you say? Are we good with the price, or do you have room to raise it a bit?”

The Decepticon frowned, his arms crossing over his shoulder in a similar fashion to Swindle’s earlier stance. “Who said I was satisfied?” He asked, one eyebrow raised as he watched Swindle’s grin fade. “You’ve hardly touched the stuff, mech. I’m not budging until you drink the rest of that container.”

Swindle gawked at this, his optics wide behind his visor and his mouth hanging open in the most offended look he could muster. Primus above, who did this bot take him for? Did he look like a personal test subject?

Still, Swindle thought, tearing his gaze away from the huge mech long enough to stare down at the opened container. With a bit of hesitation, he reached back and grabbed it again, then peeled the top back enough to create the smallest opening. It didn’t taste bad, of course, but… well, what if there actually was something wrong with it? There had to be a better reason behind the original owner’s insistence on getting rid the stuff besides the obvious: it was almost addictive, the creamy, warm texture and rich, sweet flavor.

“Well?” The Decepticon said, his faceplates scrunched in a mean glare as he waited. “Enough stalling. You want your shanix, don’t you?”

Swindle didn’t bother answering. He wasn’t a sparkling. They’d had a deal, after all, and regardless of the other Decepticon’s sudden requests, Swindle wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He braced his pedes into the ground, shifting his stance until he stood proud and defiant, and, with one servo propped against his hip, glared over the rim of the container as he tilted his helm back and chugged.

It was thick, it was sweet, but most importantly, it was delicious. Unlike the thin, watery energon nearly every base on Cybertron had been feeding to its soldiers, this particular batch left him feeling full—much fuller than he’d ever felt before—from a single mouthful. It resembled the flavor of the kind of alcoholic beverages you could only get at top-dollar establishments, and Swindle certainly wasn’t about to start complaining about getting a taste. At the same time, the flavor profile made it to be something he should savor, not guzzle, but given the circumstances, that wasn’t an option. There was plenty to drink, and Swindle did his best to keep a steady pace and chugged the entire ration down, his optics squeezed shut against the way his tanks gurgled and swelled to accommodate the sudden influx of fuel.

Once he’d polished off the last of it, Swindle was, strangely, both relieved and disappointed. The arms dealer sucked in a sharp breath and stifled a belch behind the back of his servo before wiping the residue energon from his mouth and glaring back up at the other mech. There was still a warm, tingling sensation that lingered in his throat, but the weird concoction of sweet and filling sat like a stone in Swindle’s already full tanks. It had only been a few seconds, but he was already starting to regret agreeing to such a ridiculous proposal.

“There,” Swindle said, his upper frame jerking with a sharp hiccup. “It’s—ghk—it’s down. I drank it. Now, the money?”

The other Decepticon made a show of crossing his arms and humming under his breath, his optics narrowed in the most unimpressed and unconvinced look Swindle had ever seen. Had he not felt so stuffed, he would’ve been tempted to wipe the sneer right off of the mech’s plates, but even in his normal state, Swindle knew he wasn’t any match for such a large bot. Sweet-but-pushy bargaining would have been just as fine, but in such a state, Swindle was afraid of opening his mouth for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Money?” The mech scoffed, “what, you think I’m finished here? You’ve hardly had your fill, runt.”

“We had a deal,” Swindle snapped, one servo held against his middle as the Con lumbered forward. “You said you’d by the stuff. Have you change your mind or something? I have a right to know whether or not I need to take my business elsewhere.”

The Decepticon was only a few feet away now, and Swindle realized how much bigger the bot was up close. The shade of shadows had helped obscure his judge of size, and now that the potential customer was up close and in person—maybe a little too close, now that he thought about it—Swindle was starting to feel a little intimidated. It was a poor move on his part, but when the Decepticon took another lurching step forward, Swindle stumbled backwards.

Now that he thought about it, maybe he should have taken Vortex’s offer for backup a little more seriously.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you around,” the Decepticon snarled, shoving Swindle back against the stack of energon with a taloned servo. “I’ve heard your name plenty of times to know exactly what your business is about, Swindle, and I’ve gotta say: I ain’t impressed.”

“S—so?” Swindle squeaked, his frame practically arched against the pile of energon containers as he struggled to get out from underneath the mech’s critical gaze. He was trapped, however, boxed in by the hulking frame and one huge servo braced against the stack of containers nearest to his helm. He did his best not to imagine that huge servo crushing his helm with ease. “Well, if—if you’re not here to barter, then… wh—what do you propose we do?”

The mech’s lips drew back in a wide, threatening smile, and Swindle’s frame shuddered with fear as the large helm bent low to hover just above his audio receptors.

“Believe it or not,” the mech breathed, his free servo trailing down to rest against the top of Swindle’s swollen middle, “but I think it’s about time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine.”

Swindle tried to speak—a few times, actually—but only short, stuttered syllables came of it. Eventually he fell silent, his optics trained on the larger Decepticon, who seemed absorbed in studying the Combaticon’s frame. After some long, uncomfortable minutes spent staring back at each other, the mech finally spoke.

“I’ll give you a deal,” he said, “a real one this time. You polish off all of this energon, and I’ll pay you double your original asking price. You gotta do it all here, though. No more tricks, got it?”

Despite his growing desire to just frag it all and count his losses, Swindle couldn’t pass up such a profitable opportunity. He wanted to, and desperately, but every time he tried to say as much, the words simply died in his throat. With a whine, Swindle clutched his belly plating with a servo and frantically nodded his helm.

“Good choice,” the Decepticon said, his grin growing wider yet. He lifted that huge servo over Swindle’s helm, and for a brief moment the trembling Combaticon was sure it was all over, but was surprised to find that the mech had just reached behind him to grab one of the nearest containers of fuel. “Whaddya waiting for? Get to drinking, scammer.”

Swindle lifted a shaky servo to accept the container, but hesitated once he’d grabbed ahold of it. He could already feel his tanks beginning to sour, already filled to the brim with his regular energon rations in addition to the sickeningly sweet fuel he’d been saddled with. He’d already fueled earlier that morning, which left very little room left in his tanks. He wasn’t even hungry when the mech had forced that first serving down his throat, and even then, the stuff was enough to get his belly churning like crazy.

A cold panic rushed through him, and for a brief moment, Swindle almost wondered what would happen if he couldn’t stomach all of it. The mech hadn’t been all that friendly about forcing him to drink it in the first place, and Swindle feared what might come up bringing it all back up again. Only time would tell, he supposed, and with a shuddering sigh, he let his optics close and tipped his helm back.

Swindle could feel the pressure behind his tanks slowly beginning to build with every gulp of fuel. Much to his disappointment, the sweet flavor and syrupy texture did little to ease the pressure of packing away so much at once, and by the time he’d managed to polish off two more containers, he was already a bloated, groaning mess. Swindle tossed aside the empty container in exchange for both servos desperately rubbing at the taut dome his belly had become, but little resulted from it. He hardly even got a chance to settle his roiling tanks before another much larger container was being pressed to his lips, and Swindle looked up from his prone position to find the Decepticon staring down at him with a nasty smile.

“Giving up already?” The mech teased, his free servo pushed Swindle’s aside as he groped and pinched the tender mesh. “Didn’t think you’d quit so soon. I’m a little disappointed.”

“Guh,” Swindle moaned, arching his back up off of the pile of energon in an attempt at relief and turning his helm away from the container, which was pressed closer with a bit more force in response to his denial. “Just—just taking a breather.”

The mech grunted in response, his smile fading. “Don’t remember saying you could,” he said, and it was enough of a warning for Swindle to continue drinking.

Four containers became five, which became six, and Swindle was disappointed to find that the process didn’t get much easier. After his seventh ration, the Combaticon took to panting openly, both servos bracing against his rapidly plumping middle as he struggled to soothe the furious gurgling that rumbled beneath the surface. His feeble attempts did little to help, as the mech was far from shy about rubbing his own servos over the mesh.

Instead of the gentle, soothing rubs Swindle had hoped for, the mech’s touch was firm, almost painful. Swindle found himself wincing and groaning in agony as thick fingers pinched and squeezed rolls of fat, leaving no layer of bloated mesh untouched. When he grew tired of the rough handling, he merely moved onto digging his fingers into the softer pouches of mesh until it resulted in Swindle emitting loud, rumbling belches that echoed down the empty halls.

So much for privacy, Swindle thought as he suppressed a burp that brought up a little more than just gas. The denial only resulted in the mech’s servos digging deeper, and Swindle’s frame jerked in a series of violent hiccups in return. He should’ve just taken the hint and done this exchange somewhere more public. Primus knows he probably wouldn’t have been subjected to such embarrassment if that had been the case.

After what felt like ages, the Decepticon held up the last container of energon, a cruel smile permanently plastered across his faceplates as he took in the pitiful sight of Swindle stretched out beneath him, moaning and groaning from the audible protest of his tanks.

“Last one,” he said, giving the container a little shake. “Think you can handle it?”

“Please,” Swindle whined, “can’t we just settle on a good price and go our separate ways?”

As expected, the mech simply shook his helm, already in the process of tearing the lid free of the container.

“Afraid not,” he said, “but I’ll go slow.”

Primus above, he was almost certain his tanks were near bursting. But truth be told, Swindle wasn’t even sure he would have wanted to give up the opportunity when he was so close to finishing. He felt as though he were only seconds away from purging, his tanks too stuffed to even gurgle, but the promised reward was too good to pass up, even if he’d be stuck nursing a bellyache from the pits of Kaon for the foreseeable future. Swindle lifted his helm, his optics squeezed shut against the pain in his gut and his lips parting in an open invitation for the mech to start pouring.

True to his word, the mech did go slow. Swindle took slow, steady sips until nearly half of the container had been polished off, but there were never any complaints or pressure from his feeder. In fact, the few times he turned his helm away to catch a breath or release another sickening burp, the Decepticon never complained. To his surprise, Swindle even received a few supportive pats to his overly stuffed middle, if only to encourage him to keep drinking.

It felt like an eternity of agony, but the mech eventually pulled away, and Swindle was relieved that the steady flow of fuel had come to an end. As the Decepticon stood to his pedes and searched his subspace for the promised reward, Swindle was quick to stroke his middle, a shaky groan escaping him at the utter pressure that had built up. He didn’t even think such levels of over-fueling could be reached, let alone overpassed.

“Is that all of it?” He asked, a burbling hiccup forcing its way up his throat following the effort it took to speak. “Are we finished?”

“Yep,” the mech said, a sack of shanix cradled in his servos. With a cruel smirk, he tossed the bag at Swindle’s pedes, just out of reach. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Swindle.”

Swindle gave an indignation huff as he struggled to sit upright, his overly stuffed belly immediately spilling out into his lap and between his thighs. As the other Decepticon transformed and flew off, leaving the sickly Combaticon to nurse his furious belly alone, Swindle eyed the bag of shanix that lay only inches from his outstretched frame. Rather than overexert himself with the effort of retrieving it an end up with a mess of purged energon that would rival that of a barrack’s bathroom after a night in the bar, Swindle sagged back against the floor and activated his comms.

“Urgh… Vortex?” He moaned into the signal, one servo pressed against his audial receptor while the other rubbing in slow, soothing circles over the swell of his belly. He suppressed another nauseating belch behind a shaky servo, if only to keep his current state a secret until his gestalt member arrived, then continued. “Think I’m gonna need that backup after all.”

#chubformers #swindle #tf swindle #someone needs to plump him up STAT #I’ll start us off

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icarusignite · 1 year

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The Darkest Hour Before Dawn

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC! Althea Devereaux

Chapters: 0 / Prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

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Althea has always been the overlooked middle child, never quite standing out despite her best efforts. But, when a series of tragic events strikes her family, she is forced to step up and prove herself in ways she had never envisioned. With unwavering resolve, she sets her sights on joining the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, driven by a deep desire to find answers to the biggest mystery of her childhood. It is the one thing that kept her going, the thought that if she could just join the team, she could finally solve the case that has haunted her for years.

Althea's opportunity to join the BAU comes in the form of an unexpected surprise and she finally achieves her goal, acquiring a place on the team she has both admired and resented. Her relentlessness in the pursuit of justice earns her the respect of her colleagues and even the attention of the brilliant Spencer Reid. As she delves deeper into the world of criminal profiling, she discovers that her own personal experiences have given her a unique insight into the minds of criminals. However, she realizes that the truth may be more complicated and dangerous than she could have ever imagined and some secrets are best left buried.

In a world where tragedy and triumph go hand in hand, Althea remains determined to succeed where others have failed her, to make a difference in the world and finally bring closure to her family's long-standing tragedy.

❝And in the end, all that remains is the echo of your name .❞

Althea Devereaux

❝I may have started off as the mediocre middle child, but I refuse to end as anything less than extraordinary.❞

Spencer Reid

❝Well, statistically speaking, you have a better chance of being struck by lightning than finding a date on a Friday night...but hey, that's just the law of averages.❞

Kaitlyn Devereaux

❝I don't need a medical degree to tell you that a broken heart can hurt just as much as a broken bone.❞

Sebastien Devereaux

❝I guess being the baby of the family doesn't protect you from getting sick. Should've asked for a refund on my birth order.❞

"Nyx"

❝You can't just come in here, with your FBI team and your big guns, acting like you're the hero.❞

Ayaan Ahmed

❝I didn't think it was possible to feel this hot after exiting a burning building, but I guess that's just the effect you have on me, Doc.❞

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Young Althea Devereaux: Mckenna Grace Young Elinor Devereaux: Violet McGraw Older Elinor Devereaux: *** Sarah Devereaux: Carla Gugino Michael Devereaux: Ralph Fiennes

The rest of the criminal minds cast as themselves. More characters will be added as the story progresses.

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This is set in the criminal minds world so it will contain quite a bit of violence, abuse, murder, assault, etc. There will also be portrayals of self-harm, self-destructive behaviour, mental health issues, etc. so if that makes you uncomfortable, please be warned. I will put in additional warnings at the beginning of particular chapters that contain specifically triggering content but just an overall warning that it is going to be quite dark.

Also, it goes without saying, sadly I don't own any of the original criminal minds story/characters (I would very much like to own Spencer and Emily). I only own my original characters and the plotlines I give them.

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Heyyo, in honour of binging like 4 seasons of criminal minds during peak exam season, I thought I'd write a story for it. This OC has been living in my head rent-free for quite a while and I finally found a place to put her so yay. Get ready for heaps of tragedy and angst lol. I am looking forward to this story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. The story will be set starting season 1 and onwards.

I was gonna have a ships collage chapter but then I realized that may be a bit spoilery so I guess I'll just say that in addition to our main ship, we'll have Hotchniss (I adore them with all my heart), a very badass sapphic couple, and a few others. Hope you enjoy :)

Also, I would absolutely love to hear yall's thoughts on the story as we go along, it really motivates me to write and I get a sense of what yall might wanna see more/less of. I suck at writing summaries but hopefully, the synopsis wasn't too bad lol.

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everything is blue • conrisa space au • Chapter Twelve: It's You Again

Risa Ward escaped a shuttle destined for her certain, painful death. Connor Lassiter ran away from home before it was too late. Lev Calder was kidnapped. All of them were supposed to be dissected for parts, used to advance a declining galaxy, but as of right now, all of them are whole. Life will not stay the same way forever.

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Risa stays in that comms room for hours. Cam gets twitchier the longer they linger, like he expects one of his fellow creations to pop out of the shadows and grab them both. He was the one who said nobody ever came up here, wasn’t he? Risa can keep an eye on the security cams outside to make sure nobody tests that theory. Although only half of them really work and still more are smudged or cracked, she at least has this way of telling who’s inside. Then again, maybe Cam is less worried about someone from his planet entering the laboratory complexes and more concerned with the threat of someone offworld.

Risa doesn’t care. When her legs grow weary from standing for so long, she takes a seat against a wall, leaning back against the dusty, crumbling structure for a bit of a break. Always, she stays within reach of the comms units, just in case Connor reaches out again. Just in case he gives any indication that he has heard her, or is still alive at all.

She tries to remind herself that this is all just conjecture. He could still be coming. Maybe he heard her but has no way of speaking back. Maybe he was so overcome with the need to be with her that he threw himself into travel preparations without remembering that conversations usually go both ways, although that’s doubtful. Or, worst of all, maybe he just heard and prioritized his own safety over coming to get her.

No, no. Impossible. The only time Connor has been willing to give her up was the first day they met. Now, if he found her stowing away on his ship, he’d smile at her like he always does and tell her that if she wanted a prime traveling experience, she should just ask. Connor has always been hers. It does his presence in her mind a disservice to remember him as anything less.

Across the room, Cam coughs pointedly, although she assumes that the filtration in his respiratory systems are strong enough that he would never suffer from something so simple as a bit of dust down the wrong pipe. “We should probably get going.”

Risa turns only her head to look at him. “Why? He might reach out, I want to be here when he does.”

Cam gives her a sympathetic look. “It’s been hours, Risa. The signal would have reached the farthest spans of the galaxy by now. Either he heard us or he didn’t, but we have to stay alive.”

Risa shrugs listlessly. “If you’re getting worried, you can leave. I’ll stay to monitor the place.”

Cam makes an annoyed sound deep in the back of his throat. “No, I’m not going without you.”

Risa nods mechanically, turning back to face the comms unit once more. “Right, right. You’re heading out when we do.”

“It’s not just for an escape plan,” Cam says heatedly.

Risa has a feeling that she knows exactly what his motive is, which makes her wish that the ground would rise up and swallow her whole. Choosing to ignore that particular urge, she says, “If you’re concerned about safety, wouldn’t this be the best place to stay? No one else is in here. I can’t go out in the streets as freely as you, remember?”

Cam hums, considering this. The string of lights on his temple glow gold, reflecting over the buttons on the instrument panels before them. “You need food and water. I can go scout out for supplies.”

Risa flashes him a thumbs up. “That would be great, thanks.”

Cam looks vaguely put out that she didn’t protest further, but he drops it soon enough. As he leaves the room, she catches him carefully curling his fingers into a fist before tentatively raising his thumb in the gesture she had just done. She wonders if no cyborg had ever done it before. Was anything here ever casually good enough to warrant a gesture to celebrate it?

Risa watches him from the sec-cams as Cam goes methodically from room to room, checking empty boxes in search of nutrient supplements or something delicious like that. Everything here is probably stale beyond belief, but it would be edible at least. He’s not wrong to suggest that they look for supplies; if Connor manages to get his hands on a shuttle, there’s no guarantee that it would have any kind of food or drink on it.

Risa stands up with a grimace, stretching her strained muscles one by one. The rocky landing in the escape pod left her cramped and weary. Although walking to the city had been a good chance to work her limbs back into a functioning state, she’s been motionless for so long that all of that progress had been eradicated.

Risa raises one arm then tugs it over her head with her free hand, leaning slightly to deepen the stretch. She lets out a pained hiss when her muscles protest, but sticks with it anyway. She can’t afford injury, not now. Not ever, really. Not until she turns eighteen and all of this hellishness goes away.

The door creaks open slightly, and seconds later a pair of hands appear on her shoulders, helping her move further. Risa flinches like she’s been punched and the physical contact disappears instantly. When she turns around, Cam is looking at her with guilty, haunted eyes.

“Sorry,” Risa mumbles to excuse herself, “Didn’t realize you’d come back in.”

He nods a little too quickly. “I found some nutrient bars in one of the storage closets, they should be fit for consumption. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little beaten up.” Risa tells him.

Cam arches a brow. “I can tell. Your muscles are stiff.”

She tries not to react too harshly to his words. Camus Comprix is not the sort of boy who should know what her muscles feel like bunched up underneath her skin like a live wire. He has saved her, yes, brought her to this crumbling city and given her a way to call for rescue, but that does not give him the right to meddle with her mind like this.

Risa certainly does not owe him the sensation of her flesh under his metal fingertips, each whorl and groove of the discerning pads carved by the scientists who left him here to die. Risa is not here to bring him back to life. She is here for herself. Call that selfish, call that greedy, fine. Risa will never hate herself for wanting to survive. It is not her fault if Cam has mistakenly factored her into his own survival as well.

Cam’s eyes watch her blankly. “Any response?”

“Not yet,” she admits. “Give it time.”

“Risa,” he says gently.

“No,” she answers firmly. “No. Don’t start with that. He’s coming.”

All this time, Risa’s been wavering, but in the face of Cam’s questioning, her mind locks down. Of course Connor will come. Who is Cam to wonder if he will or not?

Cam gives her a troubled stare. “You don’t know that.”

“And you don’t know him,” Risa returns. “I do. Better than anyone.”

“Better than anyone?” Cam questions. “Even his family?”

“They gave him up. I never did,” Risa says harshly.

Cam opens his mouth as if he’d like to say something to that, but she glares at him so fiercely that he snaps his jaws shut again. “I’ll take another lap around the complex,” he says at last.

Risa watches him go. Her hands have curled into tight fists at her sides, and it takes considerable effort to convince her fingers to release one by one. She knows Cam is probably right to question the inevitability of Connor showing up here, but Risa can’t accept that right now.

Maybe it’s the lack of food or water getting to her, or even the repercussions of the escape pod explosion, but Risa’s head is starting to swim, making her question everything. Why is Cam so insistent on getting her to agree with him? What about Connor’s arrival freaks him out so much? She thought Cam would have wanted to escape this dying planet just as much as she does, but what if that isn’t the case?

After all, Cam had seemed quite reluctant to leave Audrey and the rest of the cyborgs behind. He could have changed his mind while she was recording her message to Connor. What if Cam isn’t searching for supplies at all, but making sure no one can reach them? The cyborg could be barricading entrances or intentionally crossing wires such that no signal could reach her. What if Connor has been trying to talk to her all this time but Risa had no way of knowing?

She stands shakily. Risa has no idea where Cam is right now– on one of the upper levels, maybe, or somewhere down below. The sec-cam feeds aren’t labeled with the exact location. If she left now, and stuck to the shadows, she might be able to make it to the ground floor again without ever running into him. It would be tricky to hide from Cam and the rest of the cyborgs, but this isn’t the first time Risa’s been on the run. She could do it. All Risa has to do is survive until Connor shows up and takes her away from this place.

Risa steals one last beseeching look at the comms unit, then makes up her mind. Cam has been acting strangely ever since they got here. He could just have a lot of bad memories associated with this place, but Risa can’t afford to take risks. She still can’t shake the feeling of his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place. This could be Risa’s last chance to escape from his grasp– Cam has been keen on never letting her out of his sight. Strange, isn’t it, his fascination with a girl he’s never met before? She’s the first human he’s seen since the scientists left. Maybe he wants to keep her around like a pretty doll to pose.

Risa is nobody’s toy. She steals from the room, keeping her back pressed against the wall as she creeps back out into the web of corridors. This is fine until she reaches a crossroads. Risa can’t hear anyone, but that’s no guarantee. Cam has a way of moving with unnatural stealth, he could be on the opposite side of the wall from her, just waiting for Risa to come out. Peeking around the corner, Risa’s quick scan reveals an empty room, so she surges forward to repeat the process again.

She only makes it halfway through the floor before she starts hearing the sound of footsteps echoing across the uninhabited complex. Quickly, she presses herself into an empty storage closet. Moments later, Cam comes bounding across the room she’d just vacated.

He calls out the closer he gets to the comms room. “Risa, I saw a ship coming through one of the windows. I don’t recognize the exterior, it might be Juvies. We need to hide.”

Risa’s eyes widen in the shadows of the storage closet. Cam claims it’s a Juvey-cop ship, but how does he know for certain? What if it’s Connor at last, and Cam is intentionally trying to steer her away?

The second Cam leaves the room, Risa eases out of the closet, scurrying down the hall as quietly as she can. Somewhere behind her, Cam is opening the door to the comms room, and moments later his voice rings out, surprised: “Risa? Where are you?”

The door to the stairs is just down the hall. If Risa can make it there, she can head out. Connor is waiting for her somewhere in this city, she just has to find him.

Cam’s voice sounds again behind her, this time closer. “Risa? Did you hear something?”

Sunfire. Risa flings herself into a nearby room, slowly daring to glance out through the crack in the door. Cam appears at the far end of the hall, checking from room to room to find her again. He moves with methodical sureness, each step the same length. His head swivels on his neck, nothing escaping his gaze.

With a chill, Risa remembers him saying something about having telescopic lenses. That was just what Cam freely admitted to her, though. Who knows what other modifications he has? Heat sensing wouldn’t be too difficult, either. She’s got to run before he gets the chance to check her room.

Peering out again, Risa counts how many seconds Cam spends in the hallway versus how much time he spends investigating each room. When she’s sure she’s got it right, she waits for him to enter a new door before lunging into the hallway again. One, two, three… The stairwell isn’t quite close enough. Unwilling to risk it, Risa ducks into another room just as Cam materializes again.

She can just see his silhouette down the hall, he cranes his head curiously towards the end. “Risa? Is that you?”

He starts to walk towards the stairwell, ignoring several unchecked doors behind him in favor of getting closer to her. Risa wants to scream. She claps a hand over her mouth to silence her breathing, not wanting a single sound to give her away. She’s afraid he’ll find her door immediately, but then he shrugs, confused, and goes to a different room a few paces away. The second he turns away, she runs again. This time, the stairwell is within reach, and she flings open the door, shutting it as quietly as she can behind her.

Risa flings herself against the wall, heart pounding. There’s a small window in the door of the stairwell, but so long as she stays perfectly still here against the walls, he can’t see her. Only problem is, she can’t spy on him now without putting her face to the window. She has no way of telling whether he’s in a room or not, and she’s lost count of the precious seconds he spends in each chamber since she made it inside.

Risa gives herself several deep breaths, then plucks up her courage to stare through the window. All it takes is one half step, a pivot from the wall to the transparent panel, and–

Suns, suns, Cam is standing in the middle of the hallway. Her sudden movement makes him look up, and then he sees her through the window. He starts forward immediately. “Risa, come back–”

She flinches away, leaning forward only to lock the door from the inside before taking to the stairs immediately. Her legs go as fast as she can force them, but she’s certain it won’t be fast enough. She remembers how he had run when her pod had exploded, how he’d cleared so much ground in just a matter of moments. He’ll have trouble with the door for a little while, but it won’t take him much time, and then he’ll be upon her.

Loud rattling from the door echoes through the stairwell. Risa is down one floor, but it’s not enough of a lead, not yet. “Risa, let me in,” Cam calls, his voice muffled by the door. “I’m not trying to hurt you, I swear. We’re a team, remember? We’re both trying to get out of here alive.”

She doesn’t answer him, only tries to move even faster. The only team she’s on is the bond between her and Connor. That is the only team that matters. Not her and anyone from the State Home. Not any of the other kids in the Graveyard med bay. Not even her and Cam. He may have guided her through this city, he may have helped to disguise her, but if she cannot trust his motives, she’ll never trust him again. The only person she can ever trust is Connor. Risa knows this, she has always known this. The crash distracted her, but she’ll never forget that again. It’s Connor or no one at all.

There’s a fierce clanging and scraping from above, and then a resulting metal thud that must be the door, liberated of its hinges, falling to the ground. She’s two floors down now, only one left to go, but Cam is thundering down the stairs, moving far faster than she is.

“I’m not your enemy,” he shouts down to her, “Risa, I’ve saved your life.”

“Then let me go!” She calls back, still intent on hurrying down the stairs.

“I need you so I can live, too!” He yells. “Remember? All I ever wanted is to get off this planet.”

It doesn’t make sense, though, not really. There’s a reason none of the cyborgs liked him all that well, and it’s probably not just because he reminded them a little too much of the scientists. Maybe he unsettled them, too. It was very coincidental that he just happened to find her, that he just happened to know where to get a functioning comms unit. What if Cam was just using her to draw other survivors down here?

The stairwell goes abruptly silent from Cam’s juddering footfalls, and then the walkway shudders with an impact. He’s jumped down a story to land right in front of her. Risa freezes in place, terrified; he’s in between her and the rest of the stairs. The door leading to the exit is right in front of her, so close but unreachable now.

Cam holds up his hands. Despite the mad rush, he’s not even breathing heavily, each breath still exactly the same cadence as before. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Risa,” he says calmly. “You have to trust me.”

“I don’t have to trust anyone,” Risa says fiercely. “Why are you doing this? It’s not just kindness, you can’t fool me anymore. If you only ever acted with kindness, the rest of the cyborgs wouldn’t have cast you out. They sensed something about you. Well, I’m sensing it now, too.”

Cam pauses for a moment, and then this shark-like smile slowly spreads onto his face. “That’s a little bit dramatic, don’t you think? They don’t think I’m dangerous, Risa. They just realized that I would do anything to survive. Seeing as the rest of them have given up on ever getting out of here, they didn’t like that much. So yeah, I’m keeping you close, but you promised me a way out. Who wouldn’t?”

“And if I can’t get you that way out,” Risa says slowly. “What’s your plan then? Would you swap out your rotting organic parts with some of mine?”

Cam meets her gaze steadily. “Anything to survive, like I said. I know you think the same way. Are you telling me you wouldn’t do the same if you could?”

Risa shudders. “Never. I would never take someone else’s parts. I’d rather just die. I see why they said you reminded them of the scientists. You’re just as cruel as all of them.”

Genuine hurt flashes onto Cam’s face, and he stumbles back slightly, forced out of control by the devastation of Risa’s claim. She takes advantage of this brief moment of unsteadiness to surge past Cam and down the remaining stairs. She throws the door open, hurling herself into the quickly onsetting darkness of the open air. The rest of the cyborgs had given the lab complex a wide berth, so she won’t run into any of them immediately.

Risa has no idea where the ship Cam sighted could have landed. It might not be Connor after all, but she’s willing to take that risk. There’s a brief spot of movement somewhere in her peripheral vision, and she switches directions at once. Risa is operating on blind faith alone, a bright feeling somewhere in her heart. Please, let it be him. Connor had once claimed that he could find her anywhere if he really wanted to, that he could spot her among the craziest crowds. If anyone in all the stars and suns is listening, she prays that he was right.

The door of the lab complex slams open again behind her. Cam must be almost upon her, but then the flicker of movement solidifies into a figure. Risa nearly sobs because she knows who that is, and even if Cam is right on her heels, she’s going to be okay now. Suddenly, Risa isn’t running from Cam anymore, she’s running to the figure, to Connor. Connor, who has seen her too and is sprinting towards her. Connor, who is opening up his arms so she can slot right in like the perfect key in an unbreakable lock. Risa has no home left, no right to live, but right now, she is okay at last. She’s with Connor again, and everything makes sense again.

Connor curls one arm protectively around her. His head flies up and he points something at Cam, who’s caught up to them both. Connor is holding some kind of gun– whether real or just a tranq, Risa can’t tell, but it makes Cam freeze in place.

“I don’t know who you are, but you’d better back off,” Connor tells him tightly.

Cam raises his hands in surrender. “I’ve been keeping Risa alive. Shooting me would be a mistake.”

Connor never takes his eyes off of Cam, but he can tell from the way his arm wavers slightly that he’s questioning this. Risa answers the unspoken query. “He won’t bother us so long as we get him off the planet. I don’t know how you got here, but does your ship have an extra escape pod?”

Connor nods. “He can take that so long as he doesn’t try anything. That's alright with you?”

This last part is directed to Cam, who inclines his head gravely. “All I want is to get out of here. Trust me.”

“I don’t,” Connor answers simply. “You go first. We’ll follow.”

“I don’t know where your ship is,” Cam argues.

Connor’s eyes remain cold. “I’ll give you directions. Start walking.”

Cam doesn’t look pleased about this, but he’s not foolish enough to mess with his only way out of here, so he starts marching down the street. Risa and Connor begin walking after him after a second’s delay. Risa doesn’t really want to let him go, but she wants to remain on this planet even less, so she sacrifices proximity for a few minutes longer. Connor doesn’t let her go completely, opting instead to keep his left hand firmly interlocked with her right. Strangely enough, he’s wearing a jacket with long sleeves despite it being fairly warm on this planet. He refuses to roll up the sleeves, and he keeps his right arm away from her at all times. Maybe he’s injured or something and doesn’t want her to worry. It doesn’t matter, she’ll take a look when they’re alone.

Connor directs Cam back to his shuttle, which is parked nearby. It’s larger than Risa expected, starting to grow beyond simple shuttle-class to something that might even be described as a frigate. It’s also really nice, the paint mostly intact and all systems blinking in unison.

She shoots Connor a sideways glance. “Where the stars did you get something in this condition? Did you rob some plasma tycoon’s personal shipyard?”

Connor cracks a grin. “Always assuming the worst of me. Maybe I got a nice summer job or something.”

Risa snorts. “Yes, and the pay you got from one day of working that job was enough to pay for something like this.”

Connor momentarily takes his gaze off of Cam to wink at her. “Of course it was. If you don’t believe that it’s mine, I’ll prove it right now.”

In front of Risa’s disbelieving eyes, Connor goes up to the ship and holds out his left wrist expectantly by the entrance ramp. A blue light scanner flashes over his arm, then beeps and opens the hatch. Risa stares uncomprehendingly. Somehow, Connor has managed to get himself a grounds license and a ship to boot. Just what in the sunfire has he been up to?

Cam moves to board the ship, but Connor cuts him off with a wave of his gun. “Not so fast. Surely you aren’t flying with us.”

Risa shakes her head. “He said he would be fine with just an escape pod. That’s still true, right, Cam?”

Cam fixes a pleasant smile onto his face, but the effect is somewhat lessened by the red lights blinking angrily on his temple. “Of course it would be fine. Shall I get the pod now?”

Connor keeps his gun trained on Cam. “Risa, you go ahead and disengage the pod. They’re located on the left bay, right near the entrance hatch. I’ll keep an eye on your friend.”

Risa nods, hurrying on board. The pods are nearby just as promised, and they have similar control panels to the one she was just on, so she’s able to tap a few buttons and get one of the pods to remove itself from the side of the ship. It thunks down to the planet surface, but should still be perfectly usable.

She returns to the hatch entrance. “The pod is yours, Cam. Take it wherever you like.”

He looks unblinkingly up at her. “Thank you for upholding your end of the deal.”

Risa nods. “And– thank you for saving me.” The words stick in her throat, but she forces them out anyway. Regardless of his motives, Cam kept her alive. She can’t deny that.

Cam accepts this with a gentle incline of his head. “We make a good team.”

Connor looks like he’s strongly against that, but he settles for waiting until Cam locks himself inside his pod before letting out a strong sigh of relief. Connor closes up the escape hatch once they’ve both boarded his ship, and there’s a tenuous moment of silence before they can look at each other again.

For a moment, Risa just wants to take in the sight of him. They’ve only been separated for a day or two, but it feels like they’ve been parted for centuries. They hover opposite each other, and then Connor tosses his gun on the ground and stumbles forward to take her in his arms, and she knows, she knows– the fight is over. They’ve made their way back together again. Across the galaxy, at the ends of the worlds, this is what safety feels like. It will always, always be Connor.

“You found me,” she breathes, the words slightly muffled from speaking into his shoulder but true nonetheless.

“Yeah,” he says. “Of course I did. I always do, don’t I?”

Risa laughs and tries not to weep. Never again will she take his presence for granted. Each day, each moment that they get together, will forever be a quiet victory.

Connor pulls away slightly so he can get a good look at her, his left hand rising up so he can gently turn her head side to side, examining for injuries. “You’re alright?” He asks cautiously. “That robot didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Cyborg,” Risa corrects, smiling. “And no, he didn’t. I thought he would, but he didn’t. I’m okay. You are too?”

The ghost of some terrible memory flits briefly across Connor’s face, but he manages to push it away again when he looks back at her. “I got here, didn’t I? Everything’s fine.”

Risa looks at him suspiciously. “We’ll talk more later. Right now, we should get off this planet.”

“That sounds great to me,” Connor says.

He leads her to the cockpit. The interior is a mess of blinking panels and countless switches that remind Risa a little of all the broken parts in Audrey’s shop. Connor goes through the rhythm of getting them airborne, pressing buttons and adjusting levers until the streets disappear beneath them.

Risa watches the decaying city fall away and wonders how long it will take until the last of the cyborgs are rust and bone. She doubts anyone had heard of the cyborg project while it was going on, and no one will ever hear of it again. She is the only human who has seen the city and spoken to its occupants while they were still running. She forces her eyes to stay open, committing the world to memory. When this planet is so much dust and ash, Risa will remember what it was like, and then it will only exist in her mind and Cam’s. Cam has a twisted picture of it, though. Risa will recollect it completely.

The streets disappear, then the city itself vanishes into endless plains and they enter the atmosphere. The planet becomes a marble in the vastness of space, and then it’s gone, one bright speck in a sea of millions. The stars swallow them whole.

Risa leans back in her chair, smiling gently at Connor. “Well? Where to?”

“Anywhere,” Connor breathes. “Anywhere we want.”

The possibilities are endless. But, then again– so are they.

happy thanksgiving everybody!

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Stow Away Din Djarin x OFC

She had been on this maker-forsaken planet for far too long. Her previous, let’s call them “partner”, had brought her here for a job… that was nearly a year ago. They abandoned her, left her here with a blaster and 50 credits to her name. Luckily, she was resourceful and cunning. She made her credits last long enough to find short-term work in a local ship scrapyard. That’s how she met Peli. Peli came by and saw her about to tear open an antique N-1 Starfighter, just about ripped her a new one over it and offered to buy it off her. She didn’t refuse, in fact she admired her for taking on the project. They became fast friends. Peli let her stay at her ship dock while she looked for proper lodgings, but they grew on each other. Her whole world was shifted when an opportunity presented itself. A man and a child landed in Peli’s hangar. It was a Mandalorian, sporting the shiniest beskar armor she had ever seen, and the kid was a species she did not recognize. The child was small, nearly infant sized, and green with large pointed ears.

Touches Wrecker x Reader

Being on Pabu was like living in a dream. Even after the devastation left in the wake of the tidal wave, it was pure serenity after being on the run for so long. When Hunter had announced that we were staying, even if for a short time, I felt a weight fall from my shoulders. The next day we all started to help with cleaning up around the village. Hunter was working with the Mayor to find people places to shelter while rebuilding. Tech and Phee were helping to assess what materials would be needed to rebuild. Omega was somewhere on the island with Shep’s daughter, which made me feel so happy that she had a friend her own age. As for me, I was on clean up with my favorite person and best friend. Wrecker. He could make any situation fun. In this case, we were competing for largest pile of seaweed. The houses were covered in it, and filling cart after cart had gone from tedious to exhilarating. Announcing over the comms what number we each were at every hour, kept us going all the way till sunset. After the day was done, we were invited to utilize the bathhouses that were located in upper Pabu. Actually it was more like we were begged to use the bathhouses because in truth we stank so bad after handling seaweed and sweating all day.

Trapped Hunter x Reader

The tunnel was so dark I couldn’t see too far past the lamp that I was holding up in front of me. It was cold and damp, and I could hear the faint rumbling of the storm above. Hunter was slightly ahead of me, holding his lamp in his left hand and running his right along the tunnel wall. He was understandably on edge, given the cave-in that had just separated us from the others. Tech had reassured us that there were multiple entrances to this particular tunnel system before we lost contact via comms. This knowledge, coupled with Hunter's keen senses, put my mind at ease.

Questions & Answers Crosshair x Reader

It had been an exhausting mission. The boys came back to me more beaten than usual. Wrecker collapsed the minute he got to one of the med-bay beds, followed closely by Hunter. Tech and Echo had some scrapes from debris but nothing major. Crosshair however, was untouched. A perk of being in the sniper’s position. I tended to those who were afflicted, moving methodically from bedside to bedside. The whole time I worked I could feel Cross’ eyes on me, following my every movement. I did my best to ignore him, but his stare was causing butterflies in my stomach and making my hands shake. I had been harboring a crush for him for the longest time, and him watching me like this wasn’t helping. I finished with Tech’s bandages and discharged him and Echo. I explained that Hunter and Wrecker were fine, aside from some cuts and bruises. The pair were just exhausted. Once they woke up they were free to leave as well. Finally I allowed myself to focus my attention on the brooding white haired man in the corner of the room who, despite his lack of injury, was still here.

Vulnerable Hunter x Reader

Ever since landing in Pabu I’ve had conflicting thoughts and feelings. On one hand, Pabu was paradise. Everyone else seemed so at ease and peaceful. It was small and tranquil with limited resources, definitely not the kind of place the Empire would care about. But then why… Why was I shaking so much? Why was my adrenaline pumping as though I needed to be ready for an attack? It made no sense. Even Hunter looked relaxed. I had excused myself from dinner, needing a quiet moment to collect myself. But that quiet moment had deviated from its intended purpose. Now I was sitting on the floor of the Maurauder, knees tucked to my chest, whilst shaking violently. Tears threatened my eyes but never fell, instead just stinging them as my heart rate rose violently and my chest heaved. I clutched at my sides, feeling as though if I didn’t that I would rip in half. My heart was hammering so loudly in my ears that I didn’t hear the hatch open or hear him come in, but there he was. Knelt in front of me was Hunter, care and concern flooded his beautiful golden eyes as he examined mine.

Jealousy Tech x Reader

I had been cordial, friendly even with Phee. She was decent… for a pirate. Not that we had been much better in recent times, so who was I to judge? But what had me sucking at my teeth while I glared from my seat behind Tech was the way she was touching him . So familiar. And this nickname she had for him always made my stomach twist. ‘ Brown eyes.’ How creative of her. I shouldn’t be so mad at her. She was going to help us afterall. Stars I just… I can’t figure out why she rubs the wrong way so hard. I was silent as the dead the whole trip to wherever she was taking us. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my jaw until it unclenched. My whole mouth fell slack at the sight of this small island civilization. Beautiful blue waters surrounded a mountain dotted with small white huts. It looked so peaceful, so serene. Tech landed the Maurauder at the peak of the mountain, where there stood a tall tree and an even taller temple-like structure. As I stepped out of the ship the warm sun hit my skin and I sighed in relief. My seething anger melted away from me almost instantly.

Forgiveness Crosshair & Howzer

Crosshair woke up back on Tantiss, but he wasn’t in his room. Instead he was in one of the cells in the detention sector of the base. He sat up on the hard bed and hissed at the pounding sensation in his skull. “Was wondering when you’d wake up,” came a voice from the opposite side. Crosshair pressed a palm to his temple and turned towards the voice. His vision was still blurry from sleep but he knew it was definitely another clone sitting across from him.

Bare Hands Din Djarin x Reader

You were staring at him, and tonight you didn’t look away when he noticed. You held your gaze for as long as you were able, studying every feature. You were mesmerized. He wasn’t in his usual attire. He had purchased formal attire, seeing as they would not let you in otherwise. He wore a yellow deep v-neck tunic and an overcoat of brocade embroidered with a golden floral pattern. His Mythosaur pendant lay prominently on his tan skin. He wore no gloves, just a few golden rings. The ensemble that had been designed for you was in complete contrast. You wore a deep blue backless silk dress with a choker halter neckline and silver chains dangling around your shoulders. The fabric shown like stars in the sky.

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ryuichirou · 1 year

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Hello! Your art is really amazing and I also have a question to ask you if you wouldn't mind

I don't mean this in a rude way and the reason I'm asking is because I'm curious, why do you ship Ortho/Idia and Lilia/Silver?

+ Anonymous asked:

Hello ! I was wondering what make you ship ortho and idia ? No jugements here I also shipped family members in the past for various reasons, but I can’t seem to see the appeal of this particular ship. Anyway, have a nice day ! (btw sorry for my grammar i’m not english)

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Hi, Anons! Seems like I’m starting all of my replies with apologizing for being late, this one isn’t an exception lol This is another ask that I wanted to think about for a while to make sure that I reply to it properly.

Thank you so much for liking my art and thank you for approaching this question in a polite way. I know this is a controversial topic, this is why we try to be honest about it, but at the same time not to post about it too often; but if you’re curious, I don’t mind talking about it. Ehh but this post is super long, I don’t know if you wanted it to be this long haha well.

Obligatory disclaimer,in case there are any people out there who still don’t realise where we stand on this issue: fiction is fiction, any topic or trope could be explored and played around with in fiction, and there is no direct correlation between the tropes a person loves and their moral code or life choices. One does not “support *something*” by shipping a certain ship. It’s not that deep.

With that out of the way, let’s proceed! Starting with Ortho/Idia. The reply’s mostly about them, tbh.

And right away, another disclaimer: like I mentioned in another post on this topic, us shipping Ortho and Idia romantically doesn’t mean that we don’t appreciate the platonic reading of their relationship. The idea that platonic love could be super strong and tragic and make a person do drastic things for their sibling’s happiness is great and rarely explored in fiction. Believe it or not, we just really love the way they’re written, and even though we ship them romantically, we’re not blind to this version of their dynamic and we love that twst has a storyline like this. This storyline made me lose my mind as a shipper, but even if we look at it platonically, the fact that Idia called out the hypocrisy of swooning over Orpheus and Eurydice and yet people thinking that him (Idia) desperately wanting to bring back his brother is wrong is just beautiful.

Alright, that’s all the disclaimers, let’s dive into the shipping territory and talk about our feelings.

I don’t know, man, they just… love each other so much. The sheer volume of their love is so impressive and beautiful, and when it comes to shipping tropes that we like, they pretty much tick all the boxes. I’ll try to explain it in more detail and with examples.

Since it’s a little bit hard to talk about them because there are so many versions of Ortho, I’ll try to say things that are common to all of them. And when I’m talking about a specific version of Ortho, I’ll mention that.

First of all, we really love ships that force characters to open up, develop, evolve and enhance the traits that we love about them. This is why in all of my character rants I tend to talk about their relationships with others, and in all of my headcanon posts I tend to talk about canonical events a lot: these things are strongly tied together for us. So naturally, I’ll start by talking about Ortho and the way his character works (and develops) through his relationships with Idia.

To be honest, we didn’t really care for Ortho at first. He wasn’t all that interesting to us based on his design and character quirks (alright, a cute robot boy, we get it), but once we got to know him better, he literally became one of our favourites. Because he is so much more than just a cute robot boy who only acts like a mascot or does whatever Idia wants him to do.

Even though he is perceived (mostly by the fandom, but also by some of the characters) as a child, he is definitely not an innocent and gullible baby. If we compare AI-Ortho to original Ortho from the flashback, it becomes very clear just how different they are. Ortho from the flashback is a very young child: he sounds, acts and talks like one. AI-Ortho, even though he’s based on the original Ortho, is nothing like that, because he grows, develops and learns with time. Ortho has shown again and again that he is smart, he could be quite cunning, his morals are questionable (since, you know, he is an AI and not a person), and he is quite reflective and perceptive. He is much more mature than he is given credit for, and a big part of it is that his main role is to take care of Idia. And not just in a “drink water, niisan” kind of way: he also acts as Idia’s emotional crutch at times. Ortho is very attentive to Idia’s emotional state, because this is what he’s been doing his entire robo-life: making sure that Idia is feeling alright, comforting him, reassuring him constantly, finding this fragile balance between not pushing Idia too hard and trying to inspire him to socialize with others as much as he can. This takes a lot of empathy and emotional wisdom; it’s clear that between him and Idia, Ortho takes the role of a mature caretaking person, even though he could still be a little bit naïve at times. And as he learns and adapts, he becomes more strict and more pushy with Idia, he learns how to persuade him, manipulate him, how to trick him. He becomes less anxious and scared to accidentally hurt Idia, because he knows what’s best for him.

Ortho as a character develops through his relationships with Idia, and we really love how big of a role Idia plays in his life. Of course, it’s obvious, because Ortho’s main purpose is to assist Idia, but the thing is, he’s always had his own agency about it. From one of his birthday vignettes we learn that Idia didn’t really want to talk to him at first when he created him, so Ortho had to analyze movies and learn how to have a proper emotional human-like dialogue, trying to find a way to approach Idia. And this “trying to find a way to approach him, trying to find a way to communicate with him, trying to make him happy” is Ortho’s entire life quest, but it’s such a dynamic quest that makes him learn a lot about himself as well. Even though Ortho only got his “heart” at the end of chapter 6, I think he developed feelings much earlier than that.

Which leads us to a very specific trope that we love in ships and media: an AI that falls in love/becomes obsessed with a person it serves. And not necessarily in a healthy or human way, since its grasp of empathy and ethics is much different from a human being’s, which makes its love weird and uncanny and yet strong and absolutely genuine. As I mentioned in one of the previous replies, the idea of AI-Ortho developing feelings for Idia, despite not being programmed to feel this way, is heartbreakingly beautiful. And this is exactly what happened to them: Idia is a genius, but he still wouldn’t be able to make AI-Ortho love him as much as he ended up loving him. So all of it is on Ortho…

Another group of tropes that we love a lot are overprotectiveness, unhealthy obsessions and yandere scenarios. And boy these two deliver when it comes to that. They are super protective over each other.

We really enjoyed Ortho’s Ignihyde Gear vignette, in which he overhears some Diasomnia students talking shit about him and Idia and tries to fry them with lasers, because being rude to Idia is an unforgivable sin to Ortho, to the point that he doesn’t even care when Trein calls him out for endangering others. He gets super upset when Trein bans him from going to classes with Idia though, and when he tells Idia about it, Idia gets furious… because how could these assholes bully Ortho, and how could Trein punish Ortho when he was only standing up for himself! The first instinct for both of them in this situation is to get back at assholes for hurting someone they care about. They worry about each other to the degree that they immediately become very antagonistic and cruel towards anyone who wrongs their loved one. And this is such a great trope for us, we love it a lot. In general, if you can describe a ship with a phrase “have you ever loved someone so much you’d want to destroy the world for them”, we’re most likely on board with it, having a mental breakdown because of how absolutely beautiful it is. And this is even a minor example, compared to everything that’s happened in chapter 6… When you look at it from the shipper point of view, the entirety of chapter 6 is so painfully romantic. (Also, even if instead of AI-Ortho we had a real Ortho, I’m pretty sure he would’ve been just as overprotective. The Shrouds are not okay.)

Another good theme of this ship is that ever since they were kids, they were all alone; all they have is each other, and that hasn’t changed even now, as the events of the game unfold. I love this bittersweet feeling of them being the only people who are capable of understanding each other in this big world, it’s such a unique (for a lot of reasons) and extremely strong bond. And it doesn’t matter which version of Ortho you take: be it the canonverse, be it an AU in which the original Ortho never died, they would still be extremely close and feel like the two of them are somewhat separated from the rest of the world. Their experience together is different, no one knows that they went through, and ships with such a great connection are always fun for us to play around with. Especially when their bond comes with a heavy baggage. A lot of things that I’ve described could be very unhealthy, and again, even if Ortho was alive, their relationship with Idia wouldn’t be all that healthy. Idia is very dependent on Ortho, he clings to him and could be pretty much helpless without him. No matter the AU(or canon), Idia always seems like someone who is filled with guilt over it, but just can’t help it. And at the same time, he might feel that Ortho has so much more to live for than to waste his life on his useless brother, and that he has to let him go. Idia is always ready to sacrifice pretty much everything about himself for Ortho, always has been, as we saw it in the flashback. The trauma, the codependence, the jealousy – all these feelings could eat Idia (or Ortho for that matter) alive, and we’ll always enjoy this type of content with them.

Also, here is a fun little bonus. Another interesting thing that I noticed and also some people pointed out as well (well, I’ve seen only one, but I’m not sure we’re the only people who noticed that) is that Ortho and Idia’s story kind of has some correlations with Hercules and Megara’s story. I am very biased because I adore Meg, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Well, Ortho does have a lot of motifs of Hercules and it’s a fact: he “goes from zero to hero”, he is being called “Monsieur Wonder” (Wonderboy), he wanted to be a hero ever since he was a child. And at the end of his arc he had an opportunity to start living a new life, true to who he is (stop pretending to be Ortho Shroud and find his own identity = joining the gods on Olympus), but ends up staying with the one he loves instead (just like Hercules stayed with Meg, because “I finally know where I belong”).

Idia is clearly based on Hades and he doesn’t let us forget it for a moment with his constant quoting, but he still has some interesting traits that resemble Meg as well. He is kinda stuck doing a job he hates (although this is true to Hades as well). And even though his backstory is very different from hers, ultimately, he is a cynical heartbroken person who is disappointed in life and doesn’t want to get hurt again, and who also has a huge soft spot for a certain wonderboy who is very genuine and kind to him, which also makes him feel deep and constant guilt. I really love this unintentional (?) crossover lol

And the last thing, If we’re being open and honest, there are also some aspects of Ortho and Idia’s relationship that hit close to home to us personally. Not the incest thing of course, but the way their dynamic works. Without diving deeper into details of our personal life, let me just say that when Ortho said that he just doesn’t want Idia to be misunderstood and mistreated by others, I felt it.

It’s funny that you, the first Anon, asked about both Ortho/Idia and Lilia/Silver, of course I know what makes these two ships similar lol, but the thing is, our attitude towards Lilia/Silver is a bit different simply because we don’t know them as well as we do Ortho and Idia. With Lilia and Silver, our feelings could basically be described as “well that would be fun/hot, wouldn’t it?”. It’s more on a sexy side of things, even though there are some deeper aspects of their relationships that we love and find interesting. The fact that we love both Lilia and Silver individually also makes them quite a nice ship. They just have a lot of potential for both cute scenarios and really really problematic, unhealthy and fucked up ones. The only reason I’m not writing a 4 page long essay on these two is because I don’t have as much to say about them… yet. Sorry, there’re so many characters in TW, and it takes a while both to get to everyone and to enjoy the ones we’re pretty confident about, so idk how long it’ll take for us to truly dive into Lilia/Silver as much as we have with Ortho/Idia.

TLDR; We love unhealthy dynamics, codependence, possessiveness and readiness to act drastically for a loved one. Ortho and Idia love each other dearly, and there is a lot of baggage and layers to their relationships, no matter which version of Ortho and Idia you take. Lilia and Silver also have a lot of potential for fun unhealthy scenarios, but they are also very hot together, and we are very self-indulgent, sooo don’t mind if we do.

And finally, let’s save all the right and healthy dynamics for real life. In fiction, it’s fun to look at things that are interesting, unusual and taboo. It’s always been this way with us; we’re just naturally drawn towards ships that have problematic elements in them, since they tend to have more potential for messed-up scenarios (and we prefer those). Even in ships with zero age gap and no family relation between the characters whatsoever, we enjoy playing with the idea of unhealthy obsessions, dependence and all this jazz. We just really love dark media, and not only for shipping purposes.

It’s also ironic, considering the topic of this particular post, but we aren’t that into incest as a trope/kink, haven’t been at least. We’re just very open-minded when a ship grabs our attention, and this is exactly what’s been happening lately with all these couples lol

I guess that’s it? Let me know if you have any more questions, and I really hope that I managed to explain what we see in these ships properly. If this monster of a reply isn’t enough for you for some reason and you crave more of our thoughts, please read this one too…

Thank you for reading! And have a good day.

#replies #shroudcest #liisil #about characters

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marengogo · 1 year

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I really don't understand why you ship or like a ship that is a one-way relationship. What Jungkook did for Jimin😭? nothing. Jimin often told him " I love you " maybe 3 times? 2 times for sure. And what did Jk say? Nothing 🤣 sometimes, Jimin tried to hug him or touch him, and Jk was 😐

- Jimin said that Jk visited his room. JK: your room is the closest

-Jimin as the main model of Jk's video. Jk: he is always there when I have to film 😒

This man really can't say anything nice about Jimin.

Why do you think there are a lot of jikook and jimin antis with many contents that they use as evidence of the fact that Jk doesn't like Jimin?

Ask JK

Welcome to the Sonyeondan Colosseum Anon!In case you are not aware of the rules in this particular ground, here is a link → SONYEONDAN COLOSSEUM.

Unfortunately Anon, I’ll have to begin with putting my foot down and letting you know right away that I shall not accept any form of Masochism-shaming. What gives you the right to decide the type of relationship that floats my boat? Or ship since we are on topic. Yes, I’m a masochist. What business is it of yours? Why are you trying to call me out?!

... Sorry. I apologise, I didn’t mean to snap at you Anon. *breathes*... I’ll calm down and take a step back, I promise. What I guess I should try and explain is that people like myself and Jimin like it this way. We like it when all our efforts are being walked over, we prefer it when people take our hearts and break it into 1300 pieces, and we absolutely adore it when we are treated like shit, so I’d be grateful if you just let us be, because I don’t go around judging you though admittedly I don’t know you so it would be hard to … but yeah.

In fact, I’ll let you in on a detail which a lot of people on places like the bird app don’t actually know, but since we are all adults here, and have above par comprehension skills, added to the fact that we are also being honest and objective, I think it only right to provide you with some transparency; Jungkook has … he … on multiple occasions, he has tried to make his ship with Jimin a mutual relationship one. There! I said it! Happy now? …

Jungkook forgets at times, and i can’t blame him you know, it’s been 10 years after all but and I am just being transparent with you here, he’s been caught doing stuff like carrying jimin’s belonging instead of Jimin, or purposely allowing Jimin to win at plenty a game or situation and he seems to know every little Jimin quirk and preference.

Jungkook also keeps doing that incredibly annoying thing where he massages Jimin to provide him with comfort and at a point he even went completely out of character and gave Jimin a birthday present, back in 2016, when he gave nobody one! And then there are random birthday messages, or stuff like him thinking that the two of them are in sync or something … like, what part of a one-way relationship doesn’t he get?

Even when last year he answered Jimin’s call, during his birthday, remember that? And actually showed up. Why the fuck didn’t he just ignore that call or like make up some kind of excuse or something. Like … he keeps failing at this one-way thingy, and I swear to you, he has no reason to, he should be a professional at ignoring Jimin by now, so I really don’t understand … if you asked me, it is almost as if Jungkook is a bit of a masochist himself.

Anyways, I think I took too much of your time already. Please be mindful of people’s taste and preferences, you don’t want people to snap at you and call you insensitive, rude or godforbid, stupid even, okay? So don’t forget; Masochism is real 👏🏾 it is harmless 👏🏾 and it is valid 👏🏾.

Always fairly and squarely yours,

Marengo.

#Sonyeondan Colosseum #Jikook's One Way Thingy #Jungkook has been trying but failing at time

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iwozlegit · 2 years

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B and R?

fandom meme: come at me friend.

Answering

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

|| 🍍• No one has particularly convinced per se on any ships, but just this incredible fandom in itself. It’d have to be a tie between Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus and Optimus Prime and Ratchet. For starters, my immediate perception of Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus was that they were very stark opposites, like oil and water or the opposing ends of a magnet. I didn’t see any inkling that they could work like that initially. Wheeljack, for the most part, detests not being in control, and Ultra Magnus hinders that for him by being such a prominent figure of authority. It makes sense to me that when Wheeljack was unloading his “commanders don’t like to get their hands dirty” speech to Bulkhead about Optimus, he was subtly relaying his aggravation about Ultra Magnus as well. Maybe some part of his initial aggravation comes from a backwards thought that the two commanders had ‘taken’ his most trusted friend from him during wartime. Obviously this isn’t the case, but I feel Arcee was digging there when she confronted Wheeljack about his ‘strop’. Anyways, I feel this tension that they have is really interesting, and it most certainly changes after their heated run-in with Predaking. From that point, their dynamic shifts. They entertain working together rather than against one another, and Wheeljack appears sympathetic to Ultra Magnus who initially struggles to adjust to his new ailment. They essentially come to accept and respect each other, and that growth, though small, does way too much to me and my shipping hell. Having the no-nonsense, by the book commander relaxing and letting someone else drive for a change. I’m here for it so much honestly.

And then there’s Optimus Prime and Ratchet…ok. I’m going to come clean, like I’m a diehard Megop shipper. They’re literally, for me, intense starcrossed lovers and it’s bittersweet Urgh delicious. But Optiratch, I’ve come to learn is also gorgeous. And the show saw fit to hit us right where it hurts, especially Ratchet’s sorrowful line: “I didn’t return to save a life, only to lose the one I care most about.” They care a tremendous amount about each other, and heck they’ve known each other for ages as well. Look how overjoyed Optimus was to hear Ratchet safe and well when he’d been taken from him them. Look how enraged Ratchet got when Megatron implied the past didn’t matter, or when Optimus was on the verge of death from the cybonic plague. The potential is incredibly evident. I feel though, like how I’m a glutton for angsty unrequited or unfulfilled Megop, I’m also that way about Optiratch. At least for the most part. It’s either the whole Ratchet pines after his leader and oldest friend, but knows Optimus’s uneven emotions surrounding the opposing factions leader and so remains respectfully silent, or the notion that Optimus can’t bring himself to enter into anything with his chief medical officer because he doesn’t want to lose another dear close friend, or (I’ll be less angsty and nice) someone just points out the small things they do for one another are totally what you do for a romantic partner rather than just an ‘old friend.’

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

My ultimate rarepair at the moment would definitely have to be Wheeljack and Knock Out. Two very different characters from initially two different factions, who end up, in the end, on the same side. They don’t even talk in the show/movie at all! It’s a learning curve I think. My main and probably sole reason for this ship in particular is because of a wip fanfic I have that occupies the post-Predacons Rising world of Transformers: Prime, in which, without saying too much, they acquaint each other? We have Wheeljack, a mech who still not exactly overly fond of being a family man in Team Prime out of years of habit, and Knock Out who is struggling to adjust into ‘Autobot’ life and new big responsibilities after stepping away from all he’s known. A concoction of falling into old habits and entertaining some new ones. They’re not the main characters within the tale but they have an interesting story arc which I’m super excited to share soon :) Because who doesn’t love a guilty pleasure polar opposite rare pair?

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Them's the Breaks, Kid Addendum

So here it is, the long-awaited follow-up post to episode fifteen that I promised you oh so long ago. A whole two days ago. Time sure flies, huh?

To be honest though, I don’t have a whole lot to say here. The only thing of note that I caught while rewatching the episode that I didn’t catch the first time through were Gilbert and Harvey’s first appearances. Harvey can be seen in the establishing shot of the IFWOT and Gilbert can be seen standing in line to get his badge.

There is more stuff I noticed and that I’m going to talk about, but a lot of that was brought up in several asks that I got sent, so I’ll bring those things up there. For now, I’ll talk a bit about my thoughts on the episode overall.

I was quite surprised that we actually got an origin for how Eda and Raine met. I figured they probably met at school, got along, and then things developed from there. Which I would have been fine with it if that was the case, but it was a pleasant surprise to see the Raeda origins (I think that’s the ship name?). I of course enjoy the love story between Eda and Raine and seeing how it all started was nice.

Like I said in the proper liveblog, seeing just how well Eda and Raine clicked with each other really helped cement just how deep that bond of friendship and love was… as well as add to the tragedy of their breakup and the sweetness of their reunion… and then the tragedy of Raine having to keep Eda away because they don’t want to risk her getting hurt.

We also got to see a bit of Hieronymus Bump and what he was like as the vice-principal of Hexside. Even back then he was trying to help his student flourish like some kind of responsible adult or something.

We go to see young Terra and turns out she was always Like That. Way too enthusiastic at the prospect of murder. She’s also held the position of Head Witch of the Plant Coven for over thirty years now, which is pretty impressive.

We got to see a few new glyph combos Luz has learned… including two in particular that should remind her of a certain tyrant she’s met. And although she’ll definitely refuse to use the petrification combo and probably the hellish hand thing combo, the wind and water fountain combos seem useful. A whirlwind has several uses in battle and while the water fountain might not have many applications in combat, I pointed out that it can be used to supply clean drinkable water if need be. That’s enormously useful. You know, if you’re in a desert or on a hike or something.

Oh, and let’s not forget that we in this episode finally got to that scene my sister has been talking about for so long! The reveal of the traitors! Raine has been using their whistling to cast subtle bard spells to alter Terra’s terrible tea. And they’re working with Darius on a plan to stop the Day of Unity.

Now, during the reveal, I said that I wasn’t sure about Eberwolf if he(?) was in on it. But when I talked to my sister she implied that he is, so I’ll be working under that assumption from now on.

Like I said I would, I went back and rewatched Eda’s Requiem and part of Follies at the Coven Day Parade. Let’s start with Follies.

With the new context of Raine actually not being under mind control, some of their actions and the things they say take on a slightly new meaning. The seeming inconsistencies in their memories that I was confused about for example. Raine telling Eda to leave and maybe travel for a bit also makes a lot of sense; the entire point of all this was to keep her safe. I will say this though, Raine is a really good actor cause they didn’t break character even once, only coming close to it once Eda had left when they teared up a little.

As for Eda’s Requiem… I wanted to see if I could find any hints towards Darius and Eberwolf being the traitors and aside from one little detail I’m going to talk about in the answer to an ask, I found… not much else.

Assuming that I’m right in my suspicion that Eberwolf is in on the whole ”overthrow the Emperor” thing, then it doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense for the two of them to go after Raine to capture them. They’d want to recruit them for the cause. There are a few possibilities.

One possibility is that Belos knew or figured out Raine was a traitor. Thus, they had to make it look like Raine was under mind control in order to get them close to Belos and be of use to their plans again. A bit of a risky gambit, but hey, it worked (hopefully… you never know with these evil Emperor types, this might all be part of his masterplan).

Another possibility is that they were being watched (and knew it) by Kikimora, who did show up soon after they captured Raine. Thus they couldn’t afford to let them escape or the like, lest they draw suspicion upon themselves.

Whatever the case, I’ll probably find out in time. The end of the season is drawing ever nearer. The Day of Unity comes and your world is already lost and all that.

Whatever the case, I’ll probably find out in time. The end of the season is drawing nearer and the Day of Unity fast approaches. Let’s hope our heroes can figure out a plan in time…

Wow, this actually ended up being a bit longer than I thought. Still, like I’ve said multiple times throughout, there are more things to be said and I will say those things in response to some asks and comments I’ve gotten. Which I will get to… tomorrow.

(i should also get around to updating the masterlist and adding all the links and stuff… meh, I’ll do it tomorrow too)

So until next time, take care of the planet Earth and remember that anything can happen in space!

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#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s2e15 #them's the breaks kid

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zamisriza-the-resurrection · 1 year

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Destroying the Red Ribbon Army: Chapter 2

King Cold took them to the war room on his ship. It was just about everything one could expect from a space war room of the ruler of a multi-galaxy empire. There was holographs everywhere, especially on the war table itself. The war table showed the section of Earth around where the ship was. No one liked that these ships can scan their surroundings up to 1,000 kilometers, as the holographic map showed.

“The first lab we are going to destroy is about 800 kilometers away from us,” Cold started to explain, “It is rather large, so we sent scouts to scan the place so we can get a floorplan.”

“You can do that?” Krillin asked

“Of course, we obviously do not want to go in blind,” Cold stood over the table, using his hands to zoom in so he could see the lab up close. Everyone could see the floor plan slowly being generated before their eyes!

“Wow, that’s some sick tech. How is that happening?” Yamcha asked in awe.

“My scouts are using scanners that can detect things such as walls, vents, wire, depth, and more to scan the building from a distance. This is helpful in this particular case, as most of the building seems to be underground.” Cold answered

“And how are they doing that without being detected?”

“As you can imagine the scanners are designed to undetectable by several means of long distance detection. Not to mention the scanners they are using have a range of about 20 kilometers, so the scouts shouldn’t be detected unless they are physically seen.”

“Man, that explains how Frieza and Cooler kept finding us so quickly. I bet the scouters that these guys wear do similar things.” Tien said.

King Cold didn’t reply; he was thinking, carefully formulating a plan in his head as the floorplan formed before him. He was especially making sure to look for any rooms where any prisoners or test subjects might be held. Little did the heros know that King Cold was a military genuis. Considered the best Acorsican general of the millennia, not only did he amass and conquer the empire he’s known for today, he’s actually the first one of his family to rule. Earlier in life, before marriage was ever on his mind, he overthrew what is now called the Old Acorsican rule and everyone wanted him to be the new king, so he became king. Oh yeah, and he was only 15 when he did this.

King Cold’s men got excited. It had been a while since the king had done a campaign himself, with the latest Acorsican campaigns being done by Frieza and Cooler. The new recruits that were with him especially wanted to see the King’s famed genius in action. In fact, it was already happening, with the gears turning in his head as more and more of the lab was revealed to him. The heros were certainly in for a treat when the time comes.

Speaking of, the heros decided to go to another room and talk amongst themselves. They chose the training room to do so.

“Did you see the look on that guy’s face? He’s thinking really hard” Yamcha said.

“Yeah, it actually makes me kind of nervous. Imagine if Frieza or Cooler used that technology and their brains instead of just fighting us. What Frieza did to me on Namek was bad enough; I don’t want to know what they’re capable of when they actually think.” Krillin almost shuddered at the thought of one of the brothers actually waging war on Earth.

“Well at least we have Goku. I like to think that all that stops mattering when you’re fighting a Super Saiyan.” Tien reassured

“Yes, but we also have to consider that we might not have Goku forever.” Piccolo pointed out, “He is a magnet for these kind of guys, from the Saiyans to Frieza on Namek to this upcoming Andriod invasion there will come a point where he will have to leave us. We have to continue training and getting stronger so we can show Goku that we can defend ourselves and what is important to us.”

Chaiotzu’s face said that he did not like the thought of that at all.

“Guys come on, we’re not going to get anywhere with that mindset. Yes, we will all continue training but I’m not giving up on my friend Goku either.” Yamcha said confidently

“That is not what I meant but if that motivates them to train then fine” Piccolo thought to himself.

“Yamcha’s right, we gotta have faith, and hey, this whole war campaign with Frieza’s dad might not be so bad after all. Though I do wonder what he’ll have us do.” Krillin sat criss crossed on the floor

Tien, Yamcha and Chaiotzu did the same. Everyone knew they would have to rest up and not push themselves too hard before whatever mission King Cold was planning. It occurred to them that no one was actually experienced in actual war tactics, so it really will have to be them following orders at least until the plan goes awry, if it goes awry, that is.

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wwhatev3r · 2 years

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Hi there! I've really been enjoying your playlists! So thanks for those. <3

How about relationship headcanons for Luz? Can be modern or wartime; I'm not particular. However, I would have lost my mind being a woman in the 40s. Lol. I am very independent. Little about me: 5'2 blonde, blue green eyes. I *think* I'm funny, like I love making people laugh anyway. I am lazy unless externally motivated. Introvert, but with the rare right people I open up. Love all animals (I have 8 pets, 4 different kinds of animal), music, the beach, Marvel movies & comics, Star Wars, theme parks. I have anxiety, but I'm decent at hiding it most of the time, inside I'm a fucking mess. Lol.

Oh, I've always wanted to do a big road cross country road trip (I'm in Florida) and like stop at all the dumb roadside attractions...like world's largest ball of string. Stuff like that. I think it's funny. So if you think it would be fun, you could do a road trip with Luz (or any of the other boys) headcanon.

Thanks for anything! Hope you're doing well! 😘

Ship Request | Having a Cross Country Road Trip with George Luz

Hello, hello! I loved the idea so much and I could not wait to write it. I decided to involve both the road trip and your ship request, so I hope you like the headcanons of you having a road trip with our favorite boy, George Luz. And, I will do Road Trip Headcanons for every single one of the guys, so thank you so much for the idea. About the relationship headcanons for Luz, I am working on it! I promise.

Thank you so much for the compliments, it makes me really happy that you like the playlists :) | Oh, and I am not going to give you a specific time period, it is up to you to imagine if It’s modern or in the 40s :)

Enjoy <3 | Gif Credit: @basilone

George was well aware of your wish to do a cross country road trip, so for your birthday he prepared everything and after a week you guys were on the road.

Just to be clear, George is the driver and you are the passenger, but expect this smart-ass still trying to read a map and failing successfully.

Don’t worry about music, this man is a radio.

The trip will never be boring, you guys sing and tell histories all along the trip.

You made him laugh once so much that he almost lost control of the steering wheel.

I can see you guys stopping in a gas station because you needed to go to the bathroom and return to see George already talking and goofing around with strangers.

You are way more introverted than George, and being in different places and strangers made you quite unsafe, which triggered your anxiety.

You didn’t have to say anything about it, George sees immediately the way you move your leg, or how you look around.

Don’t worry, he puts his arm around your waist and with a more soft spoken voice he says:

“Hey hon, do you need anything else? Gentleman, we have to go back to the road, it was nice meeting ya.”

He instantly finishes the conversation with the strangers and guides you back to the car and provides you with the best snacks.

Btw, while you were in the bathroom, he bought you some comics just in case you got bored; (impossible tho.)

Along the road, you guys stopped in a beautiful place; was by the woods and was so peaceful that you had to spend the night there.

Was when you guys were about to sleep that you heard a meowing, so George looked around and eventually a kitten stepped out of the bushes and went to George.

Look, he just looked at you and he already knew exactly what was going to happen.

“Fine, we can keep him,” he said, “I’m telling ya, we gotta start charging people to go to our house, it's turning into a zoo and I’m not ashamed of it.”

Back to the road again, George really wanted to stop by a beach, since he knew how much you loved it; that was his main mission.

Eventually, when you got there he prepared a picnic, and after that you found some seashells while walking by the beach.

Warning, he will splash you some water and then run.

But really, he did really enjoy comparing your eyes to the ocean and seeing how beautiful your golden hair was shining under the sunlight.

By the end of the trip you guys definitely did some hiking and met the strangest people in the weirdest places.

Like that one time you guys saw a man by the road with a lot of birds, or when George made friends with a group of hippies.

You saw amazing places, met so many different people and towns, heard many histories and even faced some struggles along the road.

When you got back home, George loved the trip so much that he immediately said: “I miss the car, let’s do it again. Oh, let’s travel Europe!”

“George, sweetheart, we just got home.”

#band of brothers headcanons #band of brothers #easy company #george luz #ship requests #george luz x reader

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fredrickzoller · 1 year

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How do you think they started hooking up? Due to Dieter internalised homophobia, I doubt he would makes moves towards a man who much more powerful than him in terms of career and rank. Maybe you wrote a story and I just didn’t read. Also I hope you aren’t tired of my questions, im on my “obsessed obsessed obsessed” phase of shipping rn loool

No, I love your questions, anon! I love getting to think about them all over again and I love hearing peoples' takes on them as well.

It took me a while because I can't really go into this without delving into the territory of non-con, and i have to be in the right headspace to like, dive into this. So, yeah, behind the cut because talk of non-con/sexual assault.

(Also, as a note, this is a very abridged version of everything because again I hope to expand upon it more in upcoming fics)

So in the timeline I have for Landstrom, they start hooking up in 1934 (as per "Tease Rough") shortly before the Night of the Long Knives. For those unfamiliar with the event, uh, quick and dirty is that basically Hitler wanted to purge anyone from his ranks he felt was undermining/against him/not conducive to his "vision" for Germany and that included his main homie, Ernst Roehm, who was as "out" as a gay man could be in 1930s Germany. (Like, secret-but-not-a-secret, you feel me?)

So like the point of this is, before Roehm was murdered, homosexuality within the SA and the SS was way more… I mean not "accepted" per se but it was just like, a blind eye was turned to it. Only after Roehm's death and Himmler taking over (the SA was dissolved and what was left was absorbed into the SS) did they start really cracking down on homosexuality within the organization, and then of course persecute citizens who "practiced" it.

In my hcs for Dieter, he joins the SS at a young age (18/19, so around its inception, which would make sense if he's already at major at 34) and at first he's thinking like, okay, discipline and purpose will help rid me whatever the fuck I got going on but then it's like oh. Wait. I can maybe find an advantage here.

For all his internalized homophobia, I think he is also quite audacious (as witnessed in how he interacts with Hugo and Archie, and he seems a bit flippant even with Goebbels, which is… lol probably not wise), and he knows he's attractive in a boyish way. So, yeah he doesn't necessarily proposition officers but he makes it very clear that he's available in exchange for however they might be able to assist him. He's young and reckless and arrogant. He does not think he will be caught or subject to punishment so long as he proves and ingratiates himself, in which case he will have protection (but you know, he's also not above selling people out if need be. I haven't a particular instance in mind but I can ABSOLUTELY imagine he'd play the victim if he were suspected of any of this, because of course he would. His whole life is about playing the victim wah poor me.)

But there's more to it - to him actively seeking out partners (including Hans).

And this is where the non-con/assault comes in. But my hc for him is that he's a victim of rape, his first "boyfriend" when he's 14 and his bf is 17 - and him putting himself out there to sleep with other superior officers to get ahead is yes, exactly what it says on the tin (getting ahead, whoring his way up the ranks) but also self-inflicted punishment, what he feels is deserved for what he "let" happen, and for this behavior he's letting rule him, unchecked. He does not like bottoming but he does it, accepts it, because he feels it's deserved - for this thing he doesn't really want to do (or, shouldn't want to do) but is doing anyway, this is his punishment. It's some fucked up shit that never really gets resolved (of course) and that Hans only sort of? pieces together because he only finds out certain details (about the boyfriend/the rape trauma etc).

As for who starts it, it's addressed in the 2nd chapter of "Preoccupied" that Dieter is the one to proposition Hans (very bluntly, might I add), and this is what draws Hans to him - just that he'd be so brazen about it. Of course, Dieter is a fucking moron and thinks that this means he has any sort of power over Hans, which we know is not true lmao. (Again, this is gone into, in Tease Rough, how Dieter thinks he's in charge and hasn't figured Hans out enough to realize it.)

Hans isn't the first man he tops with, but obviously Dieter is drawn to wanting to continue whatever the fuck they start, because he knows that will rarely, if ever, be an option. He doesn't have to relive the trauma each and every time, which, okay. Like good, I guess? In his mind, any way.

(Also, after Night of the Long Knives, Dieter definitely does not seek out other officers as partners, and lucky for him, many of the men he's been with [I say 'many' but I can't imagine it actually being more than a handful] he either does not see again or they are dealt with. Not all, but most.)

I just personally see Hans as being very turned on and intrigued by people who show that sort of audacity, because it's a nice challenge for him - very stimulating to try and figure out how to one-up them, in the end (tangentially, this is my hc for Hans and Bridget's tryst too, that he's drawn to her being able to keep up with him, banter-wise). I think Hans would be bored by someone who would just give in to his advances immediately, which I have him hinting at has been the case in the past with the few men he's hooked up with - that they submit to him quickly and he's just like yawwnnnn.

And part of the reason Dieter propositions him so confidentally is because he has a Source in re: to the fact that Hans enjoys being with other men.

And this Source will make an appearance in my next Landstrom fic. :)

#landa #hellstrom #ship: landstrom #cw rape #thank you anon!

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Home Alone except not at all except for the fact that Ed and Stede are accidentally left at a port.

Middle management onboard the Revenge (aka Jim, Olu, and Izzy) all have to deal with the fallout from this since. Ya know. Upper management aka Ed and Stede are literally the problem and so can't help fix it.

Olu and Izzy go on a boat trip.

And an unexpected honeymoon is very much enjoyed.

Little bit of NSFW Ed/Stede in a spot there too.

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"So," Olu cleared his throat. "It appears we did in fact... Forget the captains at the last port."

Silence. He had hoped for a game plan from any of them, because he didn't yet have one himself. They were more than a few days sail away from said port, which made it so much worse. Though, in their defense, the captains had spent many days retiring suddenly to their quarters and spending the rest of the day there, without saying a word to anyone, so it was reasonable to assume they'd been onboard.

Jim turned to Izzy. “Seriously? You didn't fucking make sure they were with us?!”

Izzy was aghast. “Now hang the fuck on! When I was trying to manage and keep an eye on everyone on this fucking ship, you all hated me. Now that I ease up-”

“You don’t do anything at all now,” Black Pete scoffed.

“Neither do you!” Izzy shot back, and Lucius pressed a hand to Pete’s shoulder before he could reply.

“Let’s all agree on one thing: we fucked up. Technically. But, it is also partially on the captains. It is a very big ship, you should notice if it leaves,” Lucius said.

“But we weren’t the only ship there,” Pete noted.

“I’m trying to work this so if they’re pissed when we get them back, they don’t kill anyone,” Lucius sighed. “Besides, if they can’t remember to look for their one ship among the others, that’s not our problem.”

“Is our problem a little bit, now,” Olu said. “I figure we can either turn round and sail back, or we drop anchor, send a few of us back in a dinghy, and then bring them back to the ship.”

“Second option,” Frenchie nodded. “Best one. We don’t lose any ground, and we get them back.”

“We aren’t even going anywhere in particular right now though,” Roach protested. “What ground are we losing if we’re just out here...floating?”

“Do you want to be the one to go back and get them?” Frenchie asked in reply.

Roach pondered for a moment. “Actually, never mind. Frenchie’s right, send a dinghy for them, rest of us can wait here.”

“So the two of you aren’t volunteering for this then,” Olu said.

“Do you really have to ask?” Roach shrugged. “You know the answer.”

“So that’s me,” Olu sighed. “Jim?”

“You need someone to look after the ship and everyone here,” Jim said in a rush.

“Please?”

Jim winced. “I love you, I do-”

Olu raised a hand and chuckled. “It’s okay, I get it. I need at least one other person ideally. Lucius, Pete, Swede...anyone?”

No raised hands, only awkward glances tossed around to one another.

“I’d volunteer, but I doubt I’m wanted,” Izzy said gruffly. “So I’d best stay here and join the rest in doing fuck all.”

“Now you’re getting the vibe here,” Frenchie said. “Fucking finally.”

“I wasn’t...” Izzy sighed. “Fuck it. Fine. Olu?”

He couldn’t say he liked Izzy, but he didn’t loathe him quite as much as everyone else. Wrangling a crew wasn’t exactly easy, and now that Olu had gotten a crack at it himself, he could see how it might lead to someone ending up like Izzy.

“Be glad for the company,” Olu said. “Roach, can you put together something for us? Just enough to get us by in case we get stranded by a storm or something.”

“I don’t think you’ll be alive then, but yeah,” Roach nodded. “Extra sandwiches it is.”

“And water!” Olu called. “Please, extra water.”

“I know how to do my job!” Roach called back.

The crew dispersed, the latest crisis not solved but at least not their problem directly, except for Izzy and Jim.

Jim walked up to Izzy, and held up two of their knives. “This one is fuck around. The other? Find out. If you do just that and hurt Olu in any way, they’re both going in your neck.”

“Understood,” Izzy nodded.

“That’s it?” Jim frowned. “No grumpy threats, no blustering bullshit about how you’ll shove a barnacle up my ass for being rude, or whatever?”

It was Izzy’s turn to frown at that. “That is. Creative. Never thought of that, honestly. Not sure it’s possible. If we get a hostage anytime soon, we ought to test it. Not for us, but, could be useful.”

Jim looked back to Olu, who could only shrug. Ever since Stede and Ed had reunited (and argued and fought and fucked, the last of which they only found out because the captain’s quarters were very much not soundproofed in any way) Izzy had been neutered and quiet and as had been noted, did very little. He stayed out of the way, followed any order Ed barked at him, and otherwise only spoke with Stede to borrow books from his library. He never joined them for meals or the nightly story chapter, and thus far, Stede and Ed hadn’t addressed it and didn’t seem as if they planned to.

“I’ll make a note of that,” Jim said as they turned back. “We could maybe brainstorm some more ideas for that, hostages and whatnot. If you want to, I mean.”

There was a hesitance in Izzy, not the past hesitance that came from him seemingly thinking everyone other than Ed was below him, but genuine anxiety.

After a beat, he nodded. “If Ed finds it useful for me to contribute, then I’d be happy to do so.”

That was the last thing he said before they moved on to pack and prep for the trip, and Olu prepared himself for the idea of a completely silent, multi-day dinghy journey.

They left the next morning, early, barely able to see for what little light had risen.

“Don’t want to wake anyone,” Izzy whispered as he set their things in the dinghy gingerly, like they might explode for being dropped. “They didn’t want to go, so I doubt they’d enjoy me waking them.”

Olu frowned. Previous Izzy had sucked, that was undeniable. But this Izzy was somehow almost worse. Like he’d been yanked in the complete opposite direction, and felt he had to grovel to most everyone to stay onboard or not be killed.

He thought back on it though, and it wasn’t as if anyone had made it clear that he didn’t need to act that way. Ed had let the others start giving Izzy orders, and it had gotten a wee bit excessive, with people literally dropping things into Izzy’s arms while he’d be rushing off to follow someone else’s demand. Was it still a deserved punishment? It seemed to fit, but even so, it had all hit a line for Olu. Were he the first mate/bosun/management, it would be a hell of a downgrade to go from people at least begrudgingly listening to you to being everyone’s errand boy.

But then again, he’d been such a fucking asshole.

He was able to continue musing on it, as Izzy never once asked him to help load the boat. Anything he picked up, Izzy took from his hands and put away himself.

As they lowered the dinghy and started the long trip back to the port, he thought he was okay with the quiet.

That lasted all of five minutes, when he realized rapidly it also fucking sucked to have nothing but awkward silence and the waves.

“So,” Olu cleared his throat. “How are you and Ed after. It all.”

Izzy, currently taking his turn to row, did his best to shrug. “He’s still my captain. I follow his orders. As it was, as it is, as it likely will be until I die.”

“Yeah, but you guys were like. At least sort of friends before.”

“I made such a presumption, I’ll admit,” Izzy sighed. “But I think it was in error. I ought to have known better back at the start, frankly. Neither of us were real prizes, but he had more going for him.”

“How so?”

Izzy stared at Olu. “You actually care? This isn’t some chance to gain information you can tell everyone else to use against me?”

“No, man, I’m just trying to make conversation,” Olu said. “Long fucking trip back, we’ll go nuts if we don’t talk to each other at least.”

Izzy nodded. “True. We were both much younger than. Younger than you, even. Stupider, as a result, but you probably guessed as much.”

Olu couldn’t fight back a giggle.

Izzy smiled, but barely. “Ed was known, after his father was gone, for being a protector. Not just for him and his own, but anyone he knew. Even as young as he was, people knew they could go to him and he would do what he could to help out.”

“Stabbings, maimings?”

Izzy nodded. “I, on the other hand, spent my time running around doing odd jobs for anyone who would let me for the day. We were both trying to save up to buy at least a dinghy and leave. Ideal plan was pirating, most honest best case was we’d only make it out a bit and then have to go back, and the most likely should have been that we’d simply die our first night out or would never have had enough to begin with.”

“Did Ed earn money from helping people out then?”

“He did. More than me, thankfully, or we’d never have gotten away. Still took us a good few years, so we were about, fuck, eighteen? When we left, finally.”

“And your families?”

“I don’t know what Ed said to who he had left,” Izzy replied. “I didn’t tell my mother. Left a note for my siblings, and part of what I’d earned. Then I met Ed on the beach, and we left for good.”

“You’ve never been back?” Olu asked. “Never sent a letter or anything back?”

Izzy shook his head. “I don’t know about you, but once I got out here, anything I’d done before was over, gone, to forget about. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I think it matters," Olu said. "Or at least, it's worth remembering."

Izzy looked at him. "You tell anyone before you shipped out?"

Olu nodded. "Family back home knows I'm out here. I send letters, as I can. No offense to Stede, but with how he runs things, I don't think they believe a word I send them!"

They both laughed, and it was lovely. He'd known there was something under that tough skin, and sure as shit, there was. Now if he could only convince Izzy to stay as chill and open with everyone else.

"My turn," Olu gestured for them to switch, a less than easy task in a dinghy that threatened to tip if they so much as sneezed.

"Wonder what they're up to," Izzy said, looking out onto the ocean. "They must have been fuming when they realized we'd left without them."

Olu shrugged. "Good question. It would put them both in a mood, and then? There's no pleasing either of them until they're done being upset, so who knows."

In a lush, purple velvet draped room on a heart shaped bed with blue silk sheets, Stede was in absolute bliss.

Ed riding him, hair loose, cock leaking onto Stede's stomach. Whining and moaning and being the most beautiful sight Stede had been blessed to witness.

"Eventually, we have to find a boat and find them," Ed panted as he slowed his pace. "They're probably panicking, thinking we'll kill them for leaving without us."

"If only they knew they accidentally gave us a surprise honeymoon," Stede sighed. "They'll be alright, they're all capable. Besides, Olu and Izzy are both there, and I trust them."

Ed stopped completely and smirked.

"No, come on-"

"I told you, too much work talk, and I stop for at least a moment."

"You're killing me," Stede whimpered.

"You're the one running me through," Ed giggled as he leaned down to press kisses to Stede's neck. "You're right though. The two of them can handle it, plus the rest don't need much supervising anyway."

The squall had come upon them as squalls always did: quickly, and unexpectedly. Rain lashed down, soaking them, and hail littered the bottom of the boat.

"If we don't die here, they'd better fucking thank us up and down for coming to get them!" Izzy shouted as he wrenched his oar to move in the fighting wave.

"Would be nice!" Olu agreed, working to keep his oar from slipping from his hands. "Maybe we should have just turned the ship around!"

"Maybe!" Izzy shouted. "Then w-"

The sand was hot. Painfully hot, baking hot. Could be a wonderful sensation on bare feet for a moment, but on the face, it was terrible.

Olu rolled onto his back. "Izzy? You dead?"

"Feel like it, but no," Izzy called. "You?"

"I made it," Olu laughed. "We can't tell Roach we lost all the food he made this way. He'll never cook for us again otherwise."

Izzy laughed, and Olu could hear him moving in the sand. "We tell him we somehow saved it, despite being knocked out by the waves. Swear?"

Olu sat up, giggling. "Swear. Fuck, are we at least where we meant to go?"

"We might be," Izzy replied. "It had the abandoned side with the territorial wild boars, right?"

Olu nodded. "Yeah. Yeah it..."

There were no huts or any buildings near them. Only sand, water, trees, and in those trees, a cluster of angry-looking boars.

Izzy tapped his shoulder as he followed Olu's gaze into the trees. "Can they swim?"

"Yup," Olu replied.

"And they run fast."

"Yup."

"And they'll definitely gore us."

"To death, absolutely."

Izzy nodded. "Can they climb?"

Olu thought for a moment. "No. No, I don't think they can."

They kicked up sand as they bolted for a section of trees not too far, but not too near the boars either. There was squealing and grunting behind them, the sound of small hooves in the sand, entirely too close for comfort.

"I think this is the most comfortable I've ever been," Ed sighed, tracing a line down Stede's chest. "We need to mark this port on the map when we get home. Would be nice to make a tradition, come here for a few days every anniversary, maybe."

"I'd like that," Stede smiled. "We should be getting back to them though. They might be decently far off now."

"You're right," Ed said, and snuggled closer to Stede, a thigh between Stede's legs. "But once more before we go. For the road."

"You're naughty," Stede chuckled.

"Then you'd better make sure I know how to behave myself before we leave."

They fell into a tangle of giggles and kisses, any plan of leaving temporarily postponed.

Izzy helped him limp along, despite his own bleeding wounds. It was as if the boars had done it purposefully: fucking up Izzy's arms and fucking up Olu's legs.

But finally, the port side of the island was in sight.

"Doctor first, then we find them," Olu said.

Izzy nodded. "Only one place that does that here."

They paused in front of a bright blue painted building, wood rotting, with a sign painted in yellow:

MR. B'S LOVE HOTEL/BAR/DISCOUNT STORE/CLINIC. NO MINORS NO PETS NO CANNIBALS

"Huh," Olu said as he looked at it. "That. Really says what I think it says, yeah?"

"Yeah," Izzy sighed. "I don't like this port very much. Things like this are why. None of that should be in one place."

"Doesn't even seem big enough," Olu noted.

"Been in there once, and it isn't," Izzy said.

"You've been in there? For which thing?"

Izzy went silent and red as he helped Olu to the door of the building.

"Izzy, come on. Which thing did you come here for? Izzy?"

At the docks, they bought a new dinghy. Hardly the best to make a longer trip in, but it was what it was.

"I miss them," Stede smiled. "I really hope they didn't worry too much."

"You'll see when we get there," Ed said, tying his hair back into a high ponytail. "They'll be perfectly fine, and if they're still upset, we have those little cakes you bought to share and calm the waters."

"They are very good cakes," Stede nodded.

"They're fucking amazing," Ed sighed. "Shall we?"

"Kiss first?"

"We can kiss in the boat too," Ed giggled, with a quick peck to his lips.

"We need to pay attention to rowing and navigating!"

"I'm a man of many talents, Stede. I can kiss and row with the best of them. Get in here and let me show you."

"I don't think they needed to decorate the clinic rooms like this," Olu said, looking down at the heart shaped bed they'd been assigned. "Do. Do they use the rooms for literally every business in here. No, Izzy, tell me they don't-"

"I know," Izzy soothed. "I didn't want to know it either. Just try not to think about it."

"The pain is a good distraction," Olu grimaced.

"It really is," Izzy agreed. "They'd better still fucking be here. If we get out and check everywhere and they're not here...I..."

He turned off his side of the bed and wretched. "Sorry. Fucking hurts."

"I'm right there with you," Olu said, swallowing hard as he patted Izzy's back. "Doctor will be in soon, and we're gonna be fine. Maybe less limbed than at first, but fine."

"Oh god-"

"Oh god," Stede tutted. "Of course they did. I. Fuck. Ed?!"

"I know, I know," Ed said. "We'll just go back. We'll go back out and get them, and come back here."

Jim raised their hand. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Ed frowned.

"Literally, look at the current situation," Jim said, exasperated. "They went to get you two, now they're fucking stuck there, and if you go back out to get them, they'll probably be on their way back here, and we'll keep doing this shit over and over!"

"Good point," Stede said softly. "So. We could, instead..."

"Mr. Buttons?" Jim shouted to where he stood at the ship's wheel.

"Aye, acting Captain Jim?"

"Turn this ship around, we're going back to get them!"

"Fucking finally," Buttons muttered under his breath as he waited for the anchor to be raised so they could go.

"Another round, thanks," Olu sighed to their waiter. "And can we get more bread sticks? If we're gonna keep drinking we'd better keep up by nibbling at least."

Their waiter nodded and walked back into the tavern, leaving them in the nearly empty outdoor seating area.

"They fucking left," Izzy sighed. "Should have guessed it. Way before we left."

"None of us could have known," Olu said. "Besides, if we hadn't gone out, then it would have gone the other way: something would have happened to them and they wouldn't have made it back at all."

"That's probably true."

They sat for a moment in silence.

"I mean," Olu started. "It could have been worse. Now we can say we survived a huge squall, a boar mauling, and drinks of questionable origin."

Izzy smiled. "We got that going for us. How long do you think it'll take them to get back here?"

Olu shrugged. "Long enough for a mini vacation? Try some other local food stalls, take in a show, lounge on the non-boar infested part of the beach?"

"That sounds about right," Izzy said. "Say, do you think Buttons is why the clinic sign noted cannibals?"

"I was wondering! Like, do they have his picture inside or something? I know it might not have been him, but I just have a feeling!"

"Exactly!"

The sun set on the day for all of them. For Izzy and Olu, on their third pub, enjoying the night. For the crew of the Revenge, most wondering if maybe they shouldn't do a headcount before and after every port. And for Ed and Stede, staring at the map, suddenly realizing that they've been sailing the wrong way.

#text post #ofmd fic #they really should do a headcount tho #its really easy to accidentally leave someone behind in a bigger group and like yeah as adults it isnt world ending #but it does still fucking suck

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