#and leone's like 'for fucks sake you were dead all along?? i fucking KNEW that smell was coming from you what the fuck'
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Heya!!
So I'm a little obsessed with the secret relationship trope... i was wondering if you could do an Astarion x reader secret relationship but maybe during a fight, reader dies and has to be revivified? And Astarion freaks out, like he goes semiferal and histerical?
Maybe it could be during the fight with his siblings at camp so now Cazador knows he has someone he holds dear (even if Astarion doesn't want to admit it yet) which is what they were trying to avoid?
Thank you so much!!!!
🗒 ꒰⸝⸝₊ All I Want ❛ ✧
Featuring: Astarion x Reader
Not proofread!
# Notes: I'm not too good with drabbles but I rly like this idea so I decided to try! also no use of "y/n" because I'll be honest I'm not a fan of it lmao
It was his idea to keep the relationship a secret.
He knew how that sounded — like he was ashamed of his partner, like he didn't want anyone to know for the sake of his reputation. That wasn't true, and he assured them of it. It was simply a precaution, something to protect them both. Now that they arrived at Baldur's Gate and are closer to Cazador than ever, he couldn't take any chances. Not when it came to them, at least.
He wasn't used to this — caring about someone other than himself. It was always about his survival, but now he had someone else to worry about. Someone whose life was worth a lot more than his own. Someone he couldn't afford to lose.
So, he kept it a secret. It wasn't exactly easy to go about their day pretending to be nothing more than companions, friends at most. Ever since they got together, he realized just how starved he was for any kind of attention, any kind of affection. Having to refrain from touching them too much or being his usual, flirty self hasn't been a simple feat. But he knew how important it was that they kept things under wraps.
His feet were killing him after a long day of adventuring, from Wyrm's Crossing all the way to the Lower City. At least they managed to avoid some confrontation for today, so he had one less thing to complain about. They got settled in an inn and he managed to sneak out for a few seconds with his partner to at least get a good night's kiss. He wanted more, but knew that would have to suffice.
The others had already fallen asleep, but he remained tossing and turning. Something felt off. He wasn't sure what, but his nerves were on end, like his fight or flight response had picked up on something he himself hadn't yet. Perhaps that was for the best, as it allowed him to notice the sound of footsteps early enough to stand up and grab a dagger. His hand shook slightly, wrapped around the handle of the weapon as two familiar faces walked in. He felt sick. He knew what they were here to do.
"Get the hells away from me!" It wasn't quite a yell, but definitely loud enough to wake the others. He instinctively took a few steps back, trying to maintain a distance far enough to deceive his brain into believing that he was somewhat safe. "Peace, brother. We're here to take you home." Aurelia uttered somewhat gently, but it almost made him puke. Brother. Home. Just the notion of it made him dizzy with disgust. The Szarr Palace wasn't his home, and these goons were not his family — he was tired of playing along with this fucked up game of pretend.
It didn't take long for a fight to break out, despite his attempts at deception. He should've known Cazador wouldn't let him off easy. Karlach was the first to react, letting out a guttural scream of rage as she charged at Violet. The axe cut through flesh before the spawn could realize what was happening, getting stuck where it met bone. She screamed, but was soon silenced by another blow. While it was supposed to be lethal, she simply vanished into a cloud of black smoke instead of dropping dead on the ground.
Leon was next, aiming for the person who was closest to where he stood which, to Astarion's despair, happened to be his darling. The spawn's claws slashed their skin open, blood splattering on the floor as they yelped in pain. Astarion didn't think — he simply acted, pouncing on Leon only to drive his dagger through his heart one, two, three times, until he too vanished into thin air. He snapped his head back in their direction just in time to see Yousen sneaking up, grabbing them from behind and sinking his teeth into their neck. The scream, the way their eyes squeezed shut in agony and their hands clawed against the spawn holding them still was enough to make Astarion see red.
He hardly remembered moving. But he did remember the screams. Not from his darling, but from his brother, as he drove the dagger into the side of his neck and twisted it. He looked back at his lover again, but the dark cloud from Yousen obscured his vision. He didn't hear screaming anymore. Only his ears ringing slightly and the sound of laboured breathing from his companions.
When he could finally see again, he almost wished he couldn't. That'd be better than the sight of his beloved's body sprawled out on the floor atop a pool of blood, their empty, cold eyes gazing into his soul. He rushed to their side despite his shaking legs, stumbling on his way there until he fell to his knees beside them. He raised their head by the back of their neck, resting it on top of his thigh. He hardly realized he was hyperventilating, hands shaking violently as he cradled one of their cheeks in his palm. "No, no... You can't die. Wake up, damn it!" He choked out, his voice rising from a whisper full of disbelief to a screech of the utmost despair.
Karlach too rushed to their side, fumbling with her bag with quivering hands. "H-Hold on, soldier, I think..." She stuttered out nervously before cutting herself off as she pulled a scroll of revivify from the bag. She knelt next to the two and placed the parchment atop the corpse's chest. It glowed a bright white light, seemingly seeping into their skin. There was a deafening silence for a few seconds when suddenly, they woke up with a loud gasp, eyes widening as life was brought back into their being.
The pale elf didn't waste a second before pulling them into a hug, not minding the blood staining his clothes. He hid his face in the crook of their neck, only a small sob and whisper being heard from him. "Oh, thank the gods... Please, please never do that again..." He choked out before pulling away from the embrace, cupping their cheek and pressing his lips against theirs. He never felt that before. That immense sense of hopelessness, agony and grief. Not to this level, not of this kind — and he'd make sure he never felt it again.
However, as he pulled away from the kiss, he saw something in the distance. Aurelia, bleeding out on the ground, watching them seconds before she too vanished into the darkness. If he still had a heart, it would have skipped a beat out of sheer terror alone. Cazador knew. He knew about his spawn's newfound love. And Astarion would have to be a fool not to expect his master to take advantage of that fact.
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well. since bruno was already dead when leone died, i think he shouldve been able to talk to leone's ghost and leone shouldve followed along in ghost form for the rest of their adventure, probably constantly hanging over bruno's shoulder criticising his stupid decisions and offering insight or his opinion on things. asking how everyones doing. perhaps also whispering some encouraging words. if you even care
#im just thinking about them again sorry#bruabba#leone abbacchio#bruno buccellati#vento aureo#like i just dont think leone would feel 'done' yet. i feel like he would stick around as long as he could#to make sure they see things through#leone dies and bruno turns away and suddenly sees him standing next to him and they make eye contact#and leone's like 'for fucks sake you were dead all along?? i fucking KNEW that smell was coming from you what the fuck'#WELL ANYWAY.#corp.krax
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Into The Mystic
(Leon x Honey one shot)
Warnings: smut and fluff
A/N: Honey and Leon get what some people don't, another chance at their first time. It's my birthday, and I'll continue getting my faves laid if I want to!!
Leon felt uneasy about their move to Manhattan. Honey had spent several years on the run from the FBI. But she slipped her old neighborhood on like the coat he bought her their first Christmas. It was warm and familiar to her.
Leon, on the other hand, was anxious. He still looked over his shoulder the last few weeks. He was unable to let go of the idea that they were squared up with both organizations. Honey and Kidman got them to out bet one another based on all the documents Leon had hidden in his belongings when they left London after.. Not only were they clear, they got to keep the money. But not without an ominous warning that the couple might owe them a favor in the future.
In The Village, Honey and Leon's flat was spacious. They had a massive kitchen and living area. A clawfoot bathtub and shower and both of them could spend time together without banging elbows. There were two bedrooms and a walk-in closet. A room too large for an only child like Selina, but there was hope more kids may one day follow. There was a fire escape for plants and smoking weed late after the little one went down. Most importantly, they had a king sized bed and a master room they never had to split with anyone.
Leon sat on the edge of their giant bed and waited for Honey. Whatever it was she was doing in the closet. He waited for her with patience for the last year, the last few weeks, these last hours until Selina went for her nap.
Despite being together again, he hadn’t actually been WITH Honey. He forgot how much he loved sex with her. He was always too high since she and her pregnancy left London for India. He stayed faithful and wanked to the photos she left behind. Or the erotic letters she wrote. So much had happened, he settled for her kisses and held her while she slept.
“Fuck yeah! I found them! Ok just a few more minutes, alright. Sugar did a number on my body, not sure if they’ll fit.” Honey shouted out at Leon from the depths of the closet.
“Your body is quite lovely,” Leon claimed. “All soft curves ‘n’ such. You haven't given me a go at seeing you proper naked since everything. I miss it. Bring it out here, lemme get a toss in?”
“That's what I'm trying to do, you knob!” Honey waved a hand from inside the closet. Her arm covered in leopard print. “I'm just nervous is all.”
Leon's eyebrows raised, “You taking the piss? Honey Comb, nervous about sex. With me? I reckon you're the sexy one between the two of us, yeah? Those hips and tits, like a sculpture. Bloody hell I'm built like a baby deer. You made me shave, and I look like a mental teenager.”
“Fuck’s sake, Leon! You look exactly like you did the day we met. That's what is doing me in. Of course I've got nerves, we haven't had sex in over a year. It's like, our second first time or something.”
He never thought of it like that, but she was right. They were getting reacquainted. Having to adjust to new roles as parents and partners. Leon had to adjust, Honey had six months on him with the baby. It was gobsmacking how quickly she settled in as his number one thought. How his brain now switched automatically from having sex with missus to his daughter.
Selina with her big, dark eyes like Mummy, but Leon's wild curls. The way she hardly fussed and loved being bound up to his chest as they walked the city. She would stare at him and tilt her head around to make sure Honey was still there too. Then she would smile around her pacifier, and that was Leon's too. A much better picture to fill his head at night than the agent with an axe protruding from his back and dead bodies he stepped over as they hurried away.
Leon clenched his eyes shut from the memory. He inhaled deep and exhaled slow, but his hand trembled with a craving for opium or or anything. Except he went cold turkey the moment they got in the back seat of that Mustang Kidman stole. He was clean, except the odd joint. Honey said that wasn't the same, it calmed his nerves. Healthier than a head shrinker.
“Close your eyes, alright?! I had to set up the record player. God I hope watching my godmother paid off.”
Leon obliged, “Done!”
He could sense Honey in front of the bed as the music started. A giant, dopey grin spread across Leon's face when he opened his eyes, “Alright, doll.” He leaned back to watch.
Honey started to twist her body to the ground with her back to him. She held the leopard coat tight around herself as her hips started to sway to and fro hidden by the giant jacket. She opened one side to reveal a bare shoulder that she rolled to the music. Then repeated again with her other shoulder before she dropped the coat enough to show her bare back right above where a bra strap would be. Leon bit down hard on his lip.
Honey covered herself and spun to face her partner. She opened the jacket to reveal a strapless bra, high waisted black panties and thigh highs held up by a garter belt. Leon squirmed in his spot when she placed a foot beside him on the edge of their bed.
Her hips never stopped their movement as she unsnapped one stocking and started to roll it over her leg and over her knee. She stepped out of it and hung it over Leon's shoulder. She switched to the other side and placed that foot beside Leon now. He grabbed her ankle, but she slapped at him playfully and shook her head. Her finger wagged back and forth.
Now Honey leaned her body forward like she was going to sit in Leon's lap. It was so quick, he almost lost balance. She did this rhythmically a few times before presenting her garter belt to him and gestured he undo this one. He was all too happy.
Leon started to pull the nylon forward once it was freed. He palmed the soft skin of Honey's inner thigh and the back of her calf as she let him take this side off. He couldn't help bending to kiss the same spot on her body where his hand had been. She didn't stop him as his lips trailed her knee and calf. In fact she forgot herself when he looked up at her with his bright, verdant eyes.
“Stop!” Honey’s cheeks were pink and hot with embarrassment. “You're making me forget what I'm doing! I'm trying to make this special for you.”
Leon’s hands traveled up Honey’s hips and waist and splayed out along her back under the fur coat. He buried his face between her breasts and showered them with kisses that moved down. His fingers alternated between massaging her back and backside all while his tongue traced the line in the center of her stomach and dipped teasingly into her navel.
“We have a daughter together. I'm your husband, and you’re my wife. Blimey, you chose me for some reason. That's the biggest mystery of this bloody universe.”
Honey’s fingers tangled and untangled and tangled again throughout Leon's hair. She melted her body into his as he spoke. She held his head to her chest. “What's a mystery?”
Leon unhooked her bra with little effort. It fell to the floor so he could lose himself one more time in her cleavage. This time his hot mouthsucked on her hardened nipple. He switched to the other and teased it with his tongue. Honey's grip tighter on the back of his head as she urged him back towards her stomach.
“That you love me,” Leon’s response muffled. He bit at the waistband of her panties and tugged it down and off with her help.
Honey was naked under the big coat and stood exposed to her husband. A body she wouldn't show him the last few weeks. Leon drew her foot back up to the bed. His eyes gawked at her breasts and her stomach and her pubic hair. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but all of her own thoughts rushed out of her head when he suddenly slid two fingers inside her.
“Fuck!” Honey cried out and dug her nails into Leon's shoulder.
He dove them in and out of her body. Hooked them just a bit and kept pumping at the wetness and her slit. His eyes on her sex as he did it almost fascinated by how deep they went. His middle finger found her clit which he fondled momentarily before he replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue.
Leon flicked his tongue back and forth like a snake. He held Honey's backside and pulled her onto his face. His mouth and tongue worked together to elicit cries of pleasure from the woman in his arms. It goaded him into going faster until he knew she couldn't take anymore. He withdrew his tongue and sat back to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. A satisfactory grin dimpled his cheek.
Honey got her hands on Leon's boxers and yanked them down and off. She went to take the coat off but he shook his head. His eyes begged her to leave it on. So she did as she straddled his willowy body and took his cock in her hand. She positioned it just outside her entrance and teased the head with it. She ran it just outside and Leon agonized in her grip.
“Honey,” that familiar drawn out whine like music to her ears before she sank down onto him.
Leon's hands splayed out across Honey's back once more as she started to ride him. Her hips undulated back in time with the rhythm of the record that had started over in the background. Arms draped in a lackadaisical fashion over his shoulders.
Leon raised his hips to just immerse himself inside her walls as she bucked on his lap. His hands on Honey's waist to aid in the powerful back and forth motion.
Neither was sure if it was the build up or how long it had been since their last time, but Leon didn't last. That was ok Honey kept reassuring him as he let go of everything and came. A tremble coursed through Leon as she hugged him tightly, both their hearts beat wildly and out of control. Honey didn’t cum, and that was alright too.
Then Selina began crying from the other room, and Honey's breasts started to leak milk on instinct. Leon's chest was wet, and he held his wife back to stare at them as they did the other function boobs were meant to perform.
“Right on,” he said simply with a nod of his head.
Honey stopped being mortified right then of the way it looked, or the things her body was doing because of the baby. Their baby.
This sweet, intelligent, passive, lithe, sexy man beneath her with the eyes like moss and angled jaw and fuzzy eyebrows and messy hair wanted her. Leon would always want Honey. At 23. At 25. At 36 and 43 and 57. For now they were just getting re-started.
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Platinum Cherry Blossom - Kujo Jotaro (1/2)
MULAN x STARDUST CRUSADERS & VENTO AUREO (just a tiny bit)
Cast:
Fa Mulan - Reader
Li Shang - Kujo Jotaro
Fa Li (Mulan’s mother) - Bruno Buccellati (You had it coming...)
Fa Zhou (Mulan’s father) - Leone Abbacchio (Godamn it, me...)
Little Brother (Mulan’s dog) - Ghirga Narancia (Wtf am I doing?)
Grandmother Fa - Guido Mista (By this point, you can go ahead and throw me out of the window)
The Matchmaker - Trish Una (Sorry, girl, I never liked you)
Chi Fu (Annoying Advisor) - Enyaba
The Emperor - Joseph Joestar
General Li - Sadao (Jotaro’s dad that’s not busy playing the sax anymore)
Shan Yu - Dio Brando
Yao - Jean - Pierre Polnareff
Ling - Kakyoin Noriaki
Chien-Po - Avdol Muhammad
Mushu - Iggy
Cricket - Sex Pistols (Mainly #5)
Oh boy, this is gonna be quite the ride...
And BOY am I gonna have fun with this!
ALSO, I will make this a 2 part story because apparently it’s getting too damn long and I wouldn’t want to make a novel on a single post!
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PART 2
Somewhere, far away, during a night with the full moon peeking from behind the clouds, many soldiers were walking up and down the Great Chinese Wall, making sure no threats were to befall the Kingdom...
However, this very night seemed to be rather problematic for one simple soldier, whose helmet had been stolen by a bird...But it was not just any bird, it was a hawk.
The man stared in confusion at the bird that perked itself on a spear, croaking into the night, and almost as if on cue, a grappling hook was thrown high into the sky, latching itself onto the stone wall.
As the man stepped forward to see what was going on, countless more hooks rained in the sky, grabbing onto the wall, and it was then that he realised they were under attack, which made him yell out for his comrades, telling them to light the signal, running towards the little base.
Much to his dismay, instead of his allies, huge huns came out instead, so he quickly jumped on the wooden ladder before they could chop it off, and climbing on the roof, he grabbed a lit torch, only to be met face to face with the abominable Hun leader, Dio Brando, his hawk obediently latching itself on his master’s shoulder.
The loyal shoulder realised he had no chance to win a 1 on 1 combat, so he threw his torch in the tar filled fountains, and thus, alerting all the other bases situated on the Wall, and in turn, all of them lighting up the signal.
“Now all of China knows you’re here!” the solder spoke bravely, feeling a sense of pride as he was able to at least alert the Emperor of the potential danger.
In turn, the enemy leader only smirked widely, breaking the Chinese flag and lighting it up on fire, only saying one word - “Perfect.”
His plan was going accordingly, and the little soldier that only did his duty as instructed, fell right into his master plan.
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In the Palace, General Kujo, along with 2 of his soldier, went to alert the Emperor of the grave new befalling the Empire, and thus, kneeling and bowing in front of him, his face grave and stern.
“Your Majesty, the Huns have crossed our northern border.” Sadao informed the Emperor, but he was quickly cut off by his advisor.
“Impossible! No once can get through the Great Wall!” Enyaba sneered at the general, hitting her staff on the ground.
“Dio Brando is leading them. We’ll set up defenses around your palace immediately.” the general declared, but his words were denied by the wise Emperor.
“No. Send your troops to protect my people.” Emperor Joestar informed. “Enyaba.”
“Yes, Your Highness?” the old woman asked.
“Deliver conscription notices throughout all the provinces. Call up reserves and as many new recruits as possible.” Joseph ordered the advisor.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I believe my troops can stop him.” the General tried to reason with his master.
“I won’t take any chances, General. A single grain of rice can tip the scale. One man may be the difference between victory and defeat.” the Emperor explained to the man in front of him, while also giving him a gentle new lesson of life.
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In another part of China, there was a girl that recently turned of age, and had to be sent to the Matchmaker very soon, to find a suitable husband for her - Until then, she had to revise constantly the lessons of proper etiquette and lady mannerism that have been taught to her since she was but a little babe.
“Quiet and demure. Graceful. Polite. Delicate. Refined. Poised. Punctual!” the girl sat in bed, eating rice and neatly writing the words on her arm, so she would remember them later on, when needed.
However, as soon as she spoke out the last word, the rooster sang and she quickly jolted up from the bed, calling out for her little brother, Narancia, while blowing on her skin so the ink would dry.
“Narancia! Nara...! Ah, there you are!” the girl found her little brother snoring on the floor, no doubt having fallen asleep again while playing. “Aww, Nara, who’s the most adorable little brother in the world?! Come on, help me out, it’s gonna be fun!” she said, dragging her hyperactive brother out of his room.
“You want me to help you with your chores, right? You’ve got it!” he grinned widely, as the girl took a bag of grains, roped it around her brother’s waist and gave him a nice treat, telling him where to run so the chickens would all get to eat.
But of course, just as he was going out of the room...He missed the door and hit himself on the wall.
No worries, though, he quickly recovered and started running around the garden, trying to use up all the energy he had.
On the other hand, their father, Leone, kneeled inside the shrine of their ancestors, bowing and praying for them, knowing very well what kind of daughter he had and how she needed to be tamed, in a way.
“Damn it, Ancestors, if you truly are there, PLEASE help my daughter impress that annoying Matchmaker today. I promise I won’t drink sake for the rest of the week.” just as he said that, Narancia got in the shrine, circled his father, and left, just like that.
The grains that remained in the shrine attracted quite a lot of chickens, which only exasperated Abbacchio further.
“PLEASE help her, or at least help my headache, or I have no idea what I’m gonna do.” he groaned, facepalming.
In the meantime, Y/N had enough time to dress up nicely and brush her hair, pulling it in a neat tail in the back, as she went to the shrine, hurriedly bringing her father some tea, only to bump into him, make the cup fall and shatter.
But she was prepared, she already knew she may or may not fuck up, so she brought a spare cup, smiling in victory at her witty plan.
“Remember, the doctor said 3 cups of tea in the morning, and 3 at night. Only that will help you with the pain caused by the war against the Hun Diavolo.” she smiled, not caring that her father was constantly calling out her name so she would pay attention.
“Y/N...Why aren’t you in town already? We are counting on you to-” he began saying, only to be neatly cut off by the girl.
“To uphold the family honour.” she smiled at him.
In truth, Abbacchio was rather annoyed with having to constantly repeat that ‘Honour’ bullshit, almost as if he was some robot manufactured only to bring honour, but he was aware of how cruel society can be to those who don’t abide the rules, so even if he had to hurt his daughter’s feelings, in a way, by not letting her be free and do as she pleases, he’d rather her live a normal life than be hated and shunned.
“Don’t worry, papa, I won’t let you down.” the girl smiled sweetly at him as she unconsciously tugged down on her sleeve to cover the words written in ink. “Wish me luuuuck~!” she thrilled as she started skipping down the stairs.
“I’m...Going to pray some more...And drink some sake...” Leone sighed, looking down at his little son as he came next to him, munching on some nice treat.
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In town, Bruno was pacing up and down, waiting for her daughter to appear already, until some woman came out of the building, calling out to him.
“Bruno Buccellati, is your daughter here already? The Matchmaker is not a patient woman.” she informed the worrying man as she went back inside.
“Of all days to be late...I should have prayed to the ancestors for luck.” he sighed, looking up to the sky with a worried expression.
“How lucky can they be? They’re all dead! Besides, I’ve got ALL the luck we’ll need! This is your chance to prove yourselves, Pistols!” grandpa Mista smirked, looking at the playful bullets in his little birdcage, wanting to do a little test of luck.
He covered his eyes with his hand, letting his lucky bullets guide his fate as he passed the street, despite Bruno’s warnings...
But of course, Mista was on the other side of the road, not touched by the traffic.
The same can’t be said about the traffic, however, as there was only chaos and mayhem where she stepped.
“Yep, these bullets are lucky ones! Now, as long as there’s no Number 4, Y/N won’t have to fear a thing!” Mista cheered carefree, showing off the birdcage in which the bullets were cheering as well.
As if on cue, a gorgeous black horse, ridden by none other than Y/N, came in sigh, and she quickly jumped off in front of her ‘mother’, claiming that she’s there...With an ear of wheat stuck in her hair.
“What? But, Mama, I had to -” the girl tried to reason her tardiness, but her mum had none of it.
“None of your excuses. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” Bruno cut her off, getting her inside the building.
“This is what you give me to work with
Well honey, I've seen worse
We're going to turn this sow's ear into a silk purse” the woman sang as she undressed Y/N and threw her in the bubbly bath.
“It’s freezing!” the poor girl shivered, hugging herself.
“It would have been warm if you were here on time.” Bruno scolded her gently.
“We'll have you washed and dried
Primped and polished till you glow with pride
Trust my recipe for instant bride
You'll bring honor to us all” the woman sang again as she started washing the girl’s hair with much pride.
“Y/N, what is this?” Bruno raised his eyebrow in confusion as he tried to scrub the girl’s arm and noticed the scribblings.
“Uhhh...Notes? In case I forget something?” the girl tried to play it cool, awkwardly taking her arm back.
“Hold this. We’ll need more luck than I thought.” Mista chuckled, giving Bruno the bird cage with the bullets, as the girl finished bathing and put on a simple white robe.
“Wait and see, when we're through” the first woman sang, cheerfully brushing half half of Y/N’s hair.
“Boys will gladly go to war for you” the second woman sang, brushing the other half of her hair, then tying it up in an updo with a red ribbon.
“With good fortune” the first woman began her verse, letting the other one continue.
“And a great hairdo.” the other one said, putting the mirror in front of her and the girl.
“You'll bring honor to us all” the women sang, accompanied by Bruno.
“A girl can bring her family
Great honor in one way
By striking a good match
And this could be that day” all the women were singing outside the building as Bruno was walking Y/N to the seamstresses, and in the way, the girl stopped to ponder the best move for checkers, beating the elderly man who thought he won...Before being dragged by her mum.
“Men want girls with good taste” the seamstress dressed in green sang
“Calm” the one dressed in blue chirped simply.
“Obedient“ Bruno cheered, helping the women with the red sash.
“Who work fast paced” the plump seamstress jumped off the stool.
“With good breeding and a tiny waist” Bruno sang, throwing the other end of the sash to the blue seamstress.
“You'll bring honor to us all” they both sang as they suffocated the poor girl the the sash tightly knotted, but she at least looked stunning.
“We all must serve our Emperor
Who guards us from the Huns
A man by bearing arms
A girl by bearing sons” everyone seemed to sing this overly annoying and indoctrinated song as the poor girl was dragged to the make up artist.
“When we're through
You can't fail
Like a lotus blossom soft and pale
How could any fellow say "no sale"
You'll bring honor to us all” the make up artist caked her face with the traditional make up for soon to be brides, and the girl simply took out a strand of hair to cover her forehead, admiring herself in the mirror.
“There, you're ready.” Bruno smiled tenderly at his daughter, taking out a gorgeous lower comb and putting it in her hair, caressing her face with pride and love.
“Not yet!” Mista hurried inside with a huge grin. “An apple for serenity.” he began, putting a shiny red apple in her mouth. “A pendant for balance.” he continued, putting a lucky charm in her sash. “Beads of jade for beauty.“ he trailed on, putting the necklace around her neck. “You must proudly show it!” he raised up her chin, so she’ll carry herself with pride. “Now add the Pistols, just for luck! And even you can't blow it!” Mista put the birdcage to the sash, winking at the girl and doing a playful hip-hit with the girl, urging her to join the rest of her peers.
“Ancestors, hear my plea
Help me not to make a fool of me
And to not uproot my family tree
Keep my father standing tall!” the girl smiled up at the sky, praying and rushing after the rest of the maidens.
“Scarier than the undertaker
We are meeting our matchmaker” the rest of the girl sang, as Y/N quickly caught up to them.
“Destiny, guard our girls
And our future as it fast unfurls
Please look kindly on these cultured pearls
Each a perfect porcelain doll” all the women around sang, encouraging their daughters.
“Please bring honor to us-
Please bring honor to us-
Please bring honor to us-
Please bring honor to us-
Please bring honor to us all!” the girls sang, opening their coloured sun umbrellas and kneeling in front of the Matchmaker’s house in sync...Well, almost.
“Y/N” the Matchmaker Trish took out the pen from her hairdo and phlegmatically called out her name.
“Present!” Y/N raised quickly, raising her hand enthusiastically.
“Speaking without permission.” Trish sneered, turning her back to the girl and walking inside.
“...Oops.” Y/N muttered, facepalming, realising that she was already fucking up.
“Who spit in her bean curd?” she could hear her grandpa ask Bruno, which made her giggle softly.
Inside, Matchmaker Una started severely analysing her, saying she’s too skinny, not good for bearing sons, all while one of the Pistols, specifically Number 3, managed to escape the birdcage and was jumping around like a little cricket, making the girl quietly try to catch it, only to have to put it in her mouth as the pink haired ugly lady turned around, getting annoyingly close to her face, telling her to recite the final admonition.
Taking out her fan and hiding her face behind it, she quickly spit the bullet and started reciting what she remembered from the poem she kept repeating over and over at home.
“Fulfill your duties calmly and...Respectfully. Uhm...Reflect before you snack...Act! This shall bring you honour and glory.” the girl sighed in relief as she got it right and got away with the little cheating she did, despite the Matchmaker looking to see if she had anything written on her fan.
“Now, pour the tea.” Trish dragged her by the wrist to the table, and so, getting ink on her hand without realising, much to the girl’s horror. “To please your future in-laws, you must demonstrate a sense of dignity...And refinement.” Y/N didn’t even relise she was spilling the tea on the table, just next to the cup, as she was staring blankly at the beard Matchmaker Una did on her face with her fingers. “You must also be poised.” the girl quickly poised herself and poured the tea in the cup this time, only to see #3 bathing peacefully in the warm beverage.
“Uhmmm, pardon me...” the girl tried to warn the magenta haired woman as she took the cup to drink, only to get scolded.
“AND silent!” she glared at the beautiful girl, raising the cup, taking a sniff of it.
“Could I just take that back? Just one moment.” the girl asked, crawling on the table and taking a hold of the cup...Only to spill it on the Matchmaker’s face and clothes.
“WHY, you, clumsy...!”
The pink haired woman was ready to shake the girl and scold her, only to realise she had something in her clothes, that make her shake and walk backwards, hitting the immolated coals used for the tea, and falling on them, creating a hole in her clothes and for her to jump up and down, trying to put off the fire, while shrieking like a monkey.
Y/N’s brilliant idea was to fan the hole, only to make the fire grow even more, and the woman burst out of her building, yelling for someone to put the fire out, as the younger girl threw the tea at her, successfully extinguishing the fire...
And her chances of marriage.
She softly handed her the teapot back as she covered her face and started walking back to her family.
“YOU ARE A DISGRACE! You MAY look like a bride, but you will NEVER bring your family honour!” Trish Una screeched in her face, as make up and tea were smearing down her face.
Everyone on the streets left, as only Bruno and Mista stood there, quietly trying to console the girl.
In vain, though.
She rode back home, not even able to face her smiling father, as she walked her horse back to the stables, looking at herself on the water sheen, watching herself with disappointment and anger.
“Look at me
I will never pass for a perfect bride...” the girl sang to herself as she exited the stables and walked by the house, only to see Bruno tell Leone what happened at the Matchmaker and their reactions crushed her.
“Or a perfect daughter
Can it be I'm not meant to play this part
Now I see
That if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family's heart” she sighed, taking out the Pistols and letting them hang around her as she walked to the beautiful garden, on the way there jumping on the bridge rail and skipping on the posts.
“Who is that girl I see
Staring straight, back at me
Why is my reflection someone I don't know” she sang, watching herself in the pond before looking at the sky with a sorrowful look, before making her way to the shrine.
“Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am
Though I've tried
When will my reflection show who I am inside
When will my reflection show who I am inside” the girl continued, bowing down in front of the graves, using her sleeve to wipe away the dreadful make up and letting her hair down, before going back to the garden and sitting on the stone bench under the gorgeous Cherry tree.
Just as she sat down, she heard someone clear their throat, only to reveal the lavender haired man she called father looking at her with an expression that was much gentler than usual.
The girl couldn’t even face him, so she quickly snapped her head away, combing her hair with her fingers, looking down with her eyes closed, as the man sat down next to her.
“Huh...We have quite the nice blossoms this year...Oh, look at that. That one’s blooming rather late. I bet all the sake I have that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all.” Abbacchio tried to reassure his daughter, taking the flower comb from her lap and fixing her hair, making her smile at him with a thankful expression.
They shared a tender look of love that was quickly interrupted by the sound of drums, making the man frown in confusion and dread.
He realised what was happening, as all the family went out to the gates, but while Bruno told the girl to stay inside, Mista pointed to the boxes she could use to jump on the gate to spy on them.
The Royal advisor was telling them that the huns have invaded China and that at least 1 man from every family must serve the Emperor, and unfortunately, their family was called as well.
She watched her father limp with his chin up in front of the soldiers, bowing respectfully and taking the scroll from his hand, saying how honoured he is to serve the Emperor.
“Papa, you can’t go!” the girl jumped off and went in front of him, shielding him. “Please, sir, my father has already fought bravely and he is also injured-” she tried to beg them, but the hag Advisor rode in front of them, yelling at them.
“Silence! You would do well to teach your daughter to hold her tongue in a man’s presence!” the Advisor cackled, riding her horse away.
“Y/N...Godamn it, you just can’t stop dishonouring me.” Leone looked away from his daughter as the grandpa gently pulled her away, feeling sad, knowing her benevolent intentions.
Abbacchio nodded at the soldier as he told him the orders and limped back in the house, not even looking at Bruno or bothering to take his cane again, all while the advisor kept saying more and more names.
Leone went back to his room, looking at the armor, taking his sword and trying to wield it, just like before when he wasn’t injured, and took out his Stand, but soon, his leg gave away and was barely able to grab on a pillar and keep himself straight, panting in pain and cursing the huns for disturbing their peace and taking him away from his loving family.
What he didn’t know was that his daughter was watching him from the hallway, crying as her heart broke seeing her father go through something like that.
Their dinner was silent, as she poured everyone tea, thunder and lightning striking outside, but every little noise pissed her off, driving her to the edge, until she slammed her cup on the table, raising and looking at her father.
“You shouldn’t have to go!” her voice was raised, but it was cracking.
“Y/N...!” Bruno gasped, trying to calm her down.
“There are plenty of young men to fight for China!” she tried to reason.
“It is an honour to protect my country and my family.” Abbacchio looked away, reciting the words he was indoctrinated to say.
“So you’ll go there to die for your stupid honour?!” she gritted her teeth in anger.
“I will die doing what’s right, for goddamn once!” he retorted back.
“But if -” she tried to reason again, but he got to his feet, towering over her.
“I know my place! It is time you learned yours!” he spoke so harshly, like never before, it was like he was someone else, which made the girl snap her eyes wide open in shock.
“If you think that a graveyard is your place, then fine, do what you want! But don’t expect China to sing you praises and don’t expect me to mourn for you!” she started crying angry tears, running away from that place, done with the whole fanaticism around.
That’s when she knew what she had to do...But she was afraid to admit it.
She stood on the stone totem, letting rain soak her as she cried, and from outside, she could see her father trying to console her mother, but Bruno couldn’t even look at his husband...
And it hurt.
So much.
She was ready.
She knew what she had to do.
She went to the shrine, lighting up an incense stick, praying to the ancestors, then went to her parents’ room, taking the scroll and replacing it with her flower comb, took the armor and sword from the wardrobe, cutting her gorgeous long hair so she would resemble a man, putting it in a bun.
She put on her armor, went to the stables to her horse and so, they rode away to fulfill the role of a man in China.
Just as she left the place, Mista woke up with a gasp, as Number 5 kept crying that Y/N was gone, so he lit a lantern and went to Bruno’s and Abbacchio’s room, alerting them of what happened, which made Leone stare at the older man with horror and remorse, taking the flower comb in his hand and rushing, with his cane, to the wardrobe -
The armor and sword were gone.
He ran outside, in the rain, not caring about anything but to have his daughter back...
“Y/N! GODDAMN IT, Y/N, PLEASE COME BACK, I’M SORRY!” his voice boomed through the place, but he slipped and fell down.
“Leone, you must go after her! She could be killed!” Bruno worried, helping his husband get up.
“If I reveal her...She will be...” Abbacchio bit his lip so hard, trying not to cry, that blood started to go down his mouth.
Instead, all he could do was curse himself for arguing with the daughter he loved so much and try to comfort Bruno, who was crying in his shoulder, while Mista could only watch in sorrow the pair while praying to the Ancestors to have her be okay.
Somewhere in the Shrine, the ghost of Kars summoned someone named “Iggy” who awoke from a dark and fiery mist, screeching “I LIIIIIIVE!”
Kars had to scold Iggy for his over enthusiasm, as he hit the gong, waking all the ancestors to discuss the fate of the girl.
The Zeppelis and the Speedwagons were fighting between themselves, there was the whole chaos that resulted in Iggy destroying the statue of the protector, and cursing himself for having to create a plan not to die.
Outside, he met with #5 and together, they went in search for the girl.
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Somewhere in the mountains, Dio was riding his army of Stand users as the D’arby brothers found two spies and threw them in the middle of them.
As Dio jumped off the horse, Pet Shop, his hawk, perched itself on the shoulder, and the man went in front of the 2 scouts with a smirk, watching their terrified looks.
“Nice work, gentlemen. You found MY army. Dio’s army.” Dio spoke tauntingly.
“Emperor Joestar will stop you!” the younger scout was brave enough to speak up.
“Stop me? Haha! He invited me! By building his stupid Speedwagon wall, he challenged my strength...My authority! Well, I’m here to play his little game.” the blond man took the poor spy by his throat, taking out his Stand, before throwing the man to the ground, feigning to put The World on them. “Go! Out of my sight! Tell Joseph Joestar to send his strongest armies! I’m ready. None may challenge me.” Dio made them run away, before stroking his chin, mockingly. “How many men does it take to deliver a message, I wonder~?” he crossed his arms, waiting for The Empress to act.
“One, my Lord.” she laughed as she attached her Stand to one the men’s arm, easily killing one of them.
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Y/N, who was looking through the bamboo forest at the army camp, glanced at her horse and clearing her throat, did her best manly impersonation, only to have the horse roll on the ground, neigh-laughing at her, which only made her roll her eyes in annoyance.
What neither of them was expecting was a big fire to form behind the rocks and the silhouette of a dog, and a dark voice calling out to them.
“Did I hear someone ask for a miracle? Let me hear you say AAAARGHHH!” the voice roared, scaring the girl, screaming and hiding behind a rock along with her horse. “That’s close enough.” the being chuckled in a lighter tone.
“A ghost?” the girl whispered to herself, unsure of what she was seeing.
“Get ready, Y/N, your canine salvation is at hand! For I have been sent by your ancestors to guide you through your masquerade! So heed my word! ‘Cause if the army finds out you’re a girl, the penalty is DEATH!” the scary being’s rawr echoed through the place.
“Who are you...?” she asked, peeking from behind the rock.
“Who am I? WHO am I?! I am the guardian of lost souls! I am the powerful! The pleasurable! The indestructible Iggy!” from behind the rock, Y/N saw a small and adorable dog grinning at her with a shit-eating smirk.
The girl and her horse felt rather disappointed at the help they received, so much that the cabalin started trampling on the dog because of the fear it sent them through, only to have the girl gently push it away and pick the dog by the tail, no longer a pancake on the ground.
“Uh...My ancestors send a little puppy to help me?” she asked in disdain.
“Hey, hound! Hound, not puppy! I don’t to the tail wagging.” Iggy said, only to wag his tail rapidly.
“You’re, uhm...Tiny. Very tiny.” the girl looked at him weirdly.
“Of course, I’m travel-size for your convenience. If I was my real size, your cow here would die of fright” Iggy boasted, as the horse tried to hit him with his hoof again. “...Down, Bessie. My powers are beyond your mortal imagination. For instance, my eyes can see straaaaight through your armor...OOH!” Iggy wagged his tail, almost lecherously, making the girl put her arm around her chest instinctively, kicking the dog away, only for him to stumble next to #5. “All right, that’s it! Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow-” he began, making #5 take a note of all the things she brought dishonour to.
“Okay, I know, it’s a little late for that anyway. I’m sorry, Iggy, it’s just...I’m very nervous. I’ve never done this before.” she apologised, which made Iggy start scolding and teaching her as they all walked to the camp.
“Okay, now show me your man walk.” he instructed, hiding in her hood. “Shoulders back, chest high, feet apart, head up and strut.” he said, controlling her, and prancing through the camp, looking awkwardly as everyone was staring at her weirdly. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Iggy asked in amusement, as the girl started at everyone in disgust.
“No, they’re disgusting.” she scrunched up her nose, seeing someone use chopsticks to get the dirt from between his toes.
“No, they are men. You have to act like them, so pay attention.” Iggy instructed again.
Of course, somehow, she got in front of a man showing off her red dragon tattoo on his plump belly and chest, saying it will protect him from harm.
The silver haired man punched him in the gut, making the red haired one laugh healthily, patting the silver haired on the shoulder, telling the unfortunate one that he should get his money back.
“I...Don’t think I can do this...” she looked in horror and disgust at the display in front of her.
“What are ya looking at?!” the one who punched asked, looking at her with a weird look.
“Punch him! It’s how men say hello!” Iggy urged her, and she complied, punching the buff silver haired man, making him stumble into the smiling black man, who patted his shoulders.
“Oh, Polnareff, you’ve made a friends!” he hummed in amusement.
“Good. Slap him on the butt, they like that.” Iggy told her again, and she complied without question.
“WHOA WHOA WHOA! I’m gonna hit you SO hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy!” Polnareff took her my the neck, glaring down at her.
“Polnareff, relax and chant with me.” the man took him by the shoulders and started chanting some traditional tune, trying to calm down his friend, which seemed to work.
“Ayyy, you ain’t worth my time...Chicken boy.” he insulted, making Iggy get out of her hood and yell out, incredibly offended, the same insult, almost in disbelief.
“Say that to my face, ya limp noodle!” Iggy cried out, making Polnareff try to hit them, but instead, she dodged and he hit the red haired boy instead, blacking his eye.
“Oh. Sorry, Kakyoin.” Polnareff chuckled sheepishly.
And so, somehow, the girl tried to hide while the 3 were fighting, but Kakyoin saw her and they ran after her, only to get fooled and have to abruptly stop by the food line...
And Avdol not to be able to stop in time and to send everyone down, like Domino, while the girl was looking at them with a guilty expression.
Meanwhile, in the general tent, Sadao was explaining strategies to his son, Jotaro, telling him that he will have to stay here and train the new recruits, waiting for Enyaba’s approval to get into battle, naming him Captain Kujo, who smirked in pride and accomplishment, thanking his father.
Leaving the tent, however, he noticed the mayhem that left him jaw-dropped, and his father left, letting him to whatever he wanted as he went for the surprise attack on the Huns.
Jotaro stepped in front of them, yelling out for them to shut the hell up, only for them all to stop and point at the poor girl, saying she started it all - Girl who was huddled on the ground in a fetal position, trying to keep herself from getting hurt.
She quickly got up from the ground, noticing the man’s aquamarine eyes glaring down at her, and dusting herself, she gulped, awaiting a good scholding.
“I don’t need anyone causing trouble in my camp.” Jotaro grunted, towering over her even while she was standing.
“Sorry. Uhm...S-Sorry you had to see that...Uh..You know how it you...But you know how it is when you get those uh...Manly urges and you just gotta kill something. Fix things. Cook outdoors.” she did the best manly impression, which was extremely exaggerate, especially by the awkward punch on Jotaro’s arm, or the way she would punch her chest.
“What’s your name?” the brunet man asked the girl, who started stuttering, and looking away, trying to come up with a name.
“Your commanding officer just asked you a question!” Enyaba scolded her, hitting her legs with her staff.
“Uh...I’ve got a name. Ha! And it’s a boy’s name, too! Uhmmm...” she trailed on, waiting for Iggy to say something.
“How about Kakyoin?” he whispered softly.
“His name is Kakyoin.” she answered, not realising that Jotaro was getting closer to her.
“That’s not what I asked.” he grunted, glaring at her.
“Ah...Ah Chu?” Iggy giggled.
“Ah Chu.” the girl said, absent-minded.
“...Ah Chu?” Jotaro raised his eyebrow in disbelief.
“Gesundheit! Haha...I kill myself.” Iggy giggled even more at his own silliness.
“Iggy...!” she tried to warn her companion.
“Iggy?” Jotaro raised his voice in annoyance.
“Fugo! Say Fugo, he was my best friend-” he trailed on, making the girl shush him by quickly grabbing his mouth.
“Fugo. My name is Fugo.” she finally answered.
“Let me see your conscription notice.” Jotaro snatched the scroll from her sash, opening it. “Abbacchio Leone? THE Abbacchio Leone?” he asked, raising his eyebrow in surprise.
“I didn’t know Abbacchio Leone had a son.” Enyaba was just as shocked.
“He, uh...Doesn’t talk about me much.” she tried to play it cool, by trying to spit on the ground...And failing.
“I can see why. The boy’s an absolute lunatic.” Enyaba tried to say to Jotaro, only to have everyone snigger in amusement.
“Thanks to your friend, Fugo, you will all spend tonight picking up every single grain of rice. And tomorrow, the real work begins. Don’t think either of you can slack off.” Captain Kujo ordered before leaving for his tent, everyone around growling at the poor girl.
“You know...We have to work on your people skills.” Iggy said, making the girl sigh.
At the end of the day, she pitched her tent away from the others, just in case, and it’s needless to say that she fell asleep within seconds.
The next day, Iggy woke Y/N up by making #5 cry, snatching her blanket, forcing food down her throat, trying to get her to look more fierce and making her get up and run, while he tried to bring her the sword, but it was too late.
By the time she arrived, everyone was making fun of the annoying Enyaba, until Kakyoin noticed her and her tardiness, while Polnareff mocked her by asking if she was hungry.
Thankfully, she was saved from a ‘Knuckle Sandwich” by Jotaro who yelled for them to shut up and went to the wooden lances, taking off his shirt, as the girl could only whistle in her head how hot he was, not even caring what he was talking about discipline and whatever.
Of course, Polnareff had to mock him, which only resulted in everyone stepping back from the line, highlighting him, while Jotaro took a bow and arrow, making his Stand, Star Platinum, shooting it to the top of the wooden pole.
“Glad someone volunteered. Go retrieve that arrow...Without your Stand.” Jotaro smirked in amusement seeing Polnareff’s crestfallen face that quickly turned into a scowl as he cracked his knuckles, ready for action.
“I’ll get that arrow, pretty boy.” he murmured, glaring at the arrow. “And I’ll do it with my shirt on.” he walked in front of the pole, readying himself to jump on it, only to get stopped by the captain once again.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, getting 2 golden weights and wrapping them around the man’s wrists. “These represent discipline and strength. You need both to reach the arrow.” he declared, while everyone was silently chuckling, seeing the silver haired man go through such torture.
Of course, no matter how much he struggled, neither he, nor Kakyoin, Avdol or the girl could do anything else but fail.
“Yare Yare Daze...We’ve got a lot to do.” he tipped his hat, going to the wooden sticks and throwing everyone one.
Of course, the petty Polnareff had to catch Y/N’s lance and use it to hit her legs, making her fall, acting as if nothing happened.
“Let's get down to business, to defeat the Huns” Jotaro sang, showing off by easily twirling the stick around, then getting the 2 vases by their handle, throwing them to the sky and easily breaking them, making everyone gasp in awe.
“Did they send me daughters, when I asked for sons?” he sang as everyone was supposed to replicate everything, but Kakyoin wanted to pull a prank on the girl, putting a beetle in her clothes, making her hit and knock down everyone as she attempted to get the disgusting creature away.
“You're the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man out of you” he continued as he used the stick to jump into the air, doing a fancy flip and landing in front of the girl, who hit him in the gut without realising, which in turn made him take her by the shirt, glaring at her to stop her foolishness.
“Tranquil as a forest but on fire within” he tried to teach everyone how to properly shoot arrows in the bullseye while also getting an arrow, which made Iggy try to give the girl an arrow that already had an apple, but they easily got caught
“Once you find your center, you are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue” this time, he had a wooden water basin on his head, using his stick to dodge or hit the rocks thrown at him by everyone else. When it was time for Y/N to replicate, the basin fell on her head, blinding her as she got hit by all rocks, and even managed to sent on his way, which he swiftly dodged, rolling his eyes at her.
“Somehow I'll make a man out of you” he showed them how to catch fish from the river, but she somehow managed to catch Polnareff’s toes instead, and had Iggy bring her a salmon.
“I'm never gonna catch my breath” poor Avdol sighed, trying to dodge the burning arrows sent his way.
“Say goodbye to those who knew me” Polnareff fell to the ground, an arrow lodging itself in his butt.
“Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym” Kakyoin whined, hitting his head on a stone, trying to break it, but only getting his face smashed instead.
“This guy's got 'em scared to death” Iggy chuckled, as he tried to wash Y/N’s face as Jotaro blackened her eye in a hand to hand sparring.
“Hope he doesn't see right through me” she thrilled, trying to get herself up, despite feeling like her horse jumped on her.
“Now I really wish that I knew how to swim” Avdol cried out, as they all tried to jump on the poles in the water, only to stop, almost falling, and getting everyone to fall off instead.
“Be a man
We must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon” they chanted as they tried to learn how to use the firework explosives, only to somehow get Kakyoin to fool with Y/N’s dragon and make Enyaba’s tent catch fire.
At the end of the day, Jotaro was sitting on a rock far up above the camp, sighing to himself, not realising how much of a drag everything was going to be, and feeling as if he was getting nowhere with them.
“Time is racing toward us till the Huns arrive
Heed my every order and you might survive” the next day they had to get water by carrying 2 buckets on a stick on their shoulders, but the poor girl really wasn’t used to such exhausting physical labour and fell on the ground, making Captain Kujo go to her, take the buckets, looking at her with disappointment, before jogging to the front of the line again.
“You're unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home, you're through
How could I make a man out of you?” at the end of the 2nd day, he took her horse’s reigns, giving it to her, not wanting to look at her, that’s how much of a disappointment she was.
However, that only seemed to motivate her further, as she quickly knotted the weights around her wrists and started trying to climb up the pole, despite being the dead of night and needing a much deserved sleep.
“Be a man
We must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon” it took all night for her to be able to catch the drift of how it was done, and when the morning Sun rose and her fellow colleagues were starting to get out of their tents, she was almost there, reaching the top.
She still stumbled a bit, being drenched in sweat, but her ambition and motivation were strong enough for her to pull through, and she managed to get on the top of the pole, making everyone cheer as she weakly panted in victory.
As soon as Jotaro got out of his tent to see what the whole chaos was about, an arrow was thrown at him, as he then noticed the girl perched up on the pole, waving and smiling sheepishly at him.
It was then that he could finally feel a sense of accomplishment, seeing his worst student succeed after so much training.
It was her resolve - Unbreakable - Just as his.
“Be a man
We must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon” by the end of it, everyone was able to properly shoot, the girl easily managed to knock him out in a hand to hand combat, everyone was able to get their balance on point and skip on the water poles, they could all carry the water buckets, catch fish from the river, be proper comrades and even be disciplined enough to use the stick.
Everything seemed fine to them, but they had no idea that Dio managed, with the help of Pet Shop, his hawk, to find out that the city in the pass was guarded by the imperial army, and they were going to kill those arrogant men who thought they could best him, Dio Brando!
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ÒvÓ What a about a scenario where Abbacchio and f! reader are on a long mission together, both have being feeling attracted to each other(fallinginloveactuallylol) for a long time, and have to sleep in the same bed, after a little discussion about Abbacchio attitude, they roughly kiss and make out, when they both think that's all and feel a little empty thinking that's all the other wants, they confess their feelings (sorry for being this specific and weird)
Hello there, dear! And don’t be sorry, it was a nice request!
Also, I wanted to publish it yesterday but eeeeh… I couldn’t. I had to stop writing.
Sogni d’oro, Leone.
Leone Abbacchio and s/o are in love, on missions, they have a discussion about Abba’s attitude, make out and finally confess
Even if you were assigned to Bucciarati’s team since almost a year, you still hadn’t managed to completely solve the mystery that was Leone Abbacchio.
In the beginning, the interactions were pretty normal. You didn’t bother him and he didn’t nag you. You cohabited peacefully, even sharing the couch, sometimes, listening to music or chit-chatting. It was… pleasant. When he wasn’t busy to keep a stern façade, Abbacchio was quite nice. He was intelligent and sarcastic, talking with him was fun and entertaining. You even heard him chuckle a couple of time and it was, well… a beautiful sound.
Bruno, noticing how you two seemed to get along well, decided to send you on missions together. He was right: you two worked really well together. You weren’t childish as Narancia, nor nervous as Fugo or too relaxed as Mista. You were mostly sent on reconnaissance or investigation missions, things that just his Moody Blues could do; you and your fighting stand were the perfect partner for him, protecting him when his stand was busy replaying what he had to see.
Soon, the simple acquaintance grew into friendship: it was impossible not to become so, when you saved each other’s life a day yes and the other too. You started to hang out also outside of work, to go to take a coffee or just to take a walk. It was nice to have a friend also in a world so dark and dangerous as mafia; not like you didn’t love the others, but it was a different kind of love. Fugo and Narancia were more like little brothers, while Mista was more like a big brother and Bruno a sort of father figure. But Abbacchio… he definitely wasn’t a brother nor a father figure. He was something else.
You didn’t know when you exactly fell for him. It evolved so naturally and smoothly that you didn’t even noticed that what you were feeling for him wasn’t simple friendship but something more. It became obvious, for you, when you found yourself, one time when you were at your favourite café, staring at his lips. Then, your gaze followed the mug, fixed on the faint trace of lipstick on it and your mind lazily thought how nice would have been to have his lipstick smeared on your lips…
It was a shocking revelation. You liked him. You really liked him not in a friendly way. You wanted to hug him, to kiss him, to stay more with him. To share with him important moments and also the silly ones. You wanted to laugh with him and to wake up at his side, to see his sleeping face smashed on the pillow and to brush strands of hair off of his face…
Sometimes you had to mentally slap yourself to snap back. You started to feel awkward around him and he surely must have noticed, since he too was colder and a bit awkward, when he was with you.
Little you knew that he was so for your same reasons.
He didn’t want it. He never asked for this, he wanted it all to stop! You were his friend, one of the few he had, he didn’t want to ruin everything. He didn’t want you to be hurt or worse. The one who stayed near him always ended bad; he couldn’t bear the thought of you on the ground, wounded or… or dead. It was too painful.
Still, he couldn’t just stop his feelings: it would have been like trying to stem a flood just with his bare hands. You, with your sincere kindness and fun and quietness, conquered his heart. With you he felt safe, at ease; he knew you wouldn’t ever judge him for his past or his mistakes. Sometimes, he just stared at your lips moving, feeling the urge to kiss them, and he had to watch away; when you were near him and he could feel your warmth, the temptation to envelope you in a hug was so overwhelming to almost physically hurt.
This all had to stop. He had to keep you at a safe distance, to keep you safe from him and his darkness. You deserved much, much better than him.
And so he started to act cold and indifferent towards you, hoping to chase you away. To his utter frustration -even if a part of his heart soared at your stubbornness- you never caught the message and continued to stay around him, even if it was undeniable that things among you were changed. Tension flowed between you and you always seemed on the verge to quarrel or even worse. Maybe it was the period, you thought, maybe you were acting too cold towards him and he, rightly, was pissed off. Maybe you should have apologized…
Before you could act, however, Bruno sent you two on a long mission. You had to go to Umbria to investigate about a murder among the organization. There were high suspects that a spy managed to infiltrate in Passione, leading to the murders and arrests of many Passione’s members in that area. Your mission was to find the spy and eliminate them.
You left in total silence and it wasn’t broken also during all the car ride from Naples to Perugia. You were arrived late at night and you would have started to investigate in the morning, so you headed to your room. Usually you slept in the same room, in separated bed, because it was convenient and, mostly, safer. But here…
“We’re sorry, but the only room left was the double. The person who booked the room said it was fine anyway, so… please enjoy your staying!” the owner of the little hotel heartly smiled, before leaving them alone.
This was a problem.
“I sleep on the floor.” Abbacchio immediately said, making you frown. Oh, for goodness’ sake…
“There’s plenty of space for both of us, Abbacchio.” you replied, snarky, tossing on an armchair your little trolley and taking your pijama and brush. Without other words, you headed to the bathroom and, when you got out, you felt his eyes on you, almost burning holes in your head, before the bathroom’s door slammed behind him. You sighed, sitting on the bed’s edge, feeling a pang of guilt. You shouldn’t have snapped like this… but he was so frustrating!! The bed was big, they could have slept without problems on it!
When he came out from the bathroom, you were already under the blankets, your back at him. He sighed, almost imperceptibly, and sat on the other edge, letting his gaze wander on your hair softly displayed on the pillow, on the little skin that peaked from under it…
He shook his head, blinking more times, to chase away the thoughts that were flooding his mind. He lay down, turning off the light, his back at you, trying to calm down. Your presence was so overwhelming… he could feel the warmth radiating from your body, your nice smell, he could hear your breath… it was too much.
He flipped the light on, startling you. You turned around, now angry and utterly frustrated. What the hell was wrong with him?! And you anger just grew when you saw him taking his pillow, ready to leave the bed to lay down on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing, Abbacchio?!” you asked, trying to keep your voice down. The man turned to watch you, narrowing his eyes as he always did when he was enraged.
“I can’t sleep here with you. It’s better if I sleep on the floor.” he replied, with an icy voice that made you shiver. Why was he so cold…
“Why can’t you?” you pressed, sliding nearer his sitting form. Your heart clenches, when you saw him, the man you grew to love, backing away from you.
“It’s complicated.” he muttered, without watching you. In that moment, you really snapped.
“Leone, it’s… it’s so frustrating! I can’t understand your attitude anymore! One day you’re gentle, the other you’re cold as fucking ice, then you’re again amicable and then more you’re grumpy and distant again! Why so?! What have I done?! Have I done something wrong? Have I offended you? In this case I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry! I apologize! But please, stop with this all! It… it drives me crazy! It hurts me!” you finally let out all the frustration and the pain you felt for the last two months, feeling your eyes sting. Hot salt droplets rolled down your cheeks, softly falling on the blankets.
The silent reigned for long, infinite seconds.
Then, a soft rustle of fabric signaled that Abbacchio was nearing you. His slender fingers grazed your wet cheek, making you shiver, then he lifted your face, gently grabbing your chin. Your teary eyes stared in his, lost in those deep violet abysses.
“You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. It’s just something personal, ok? Don’t put on yourself a weight you don’t have to carry.” he replied, in a low voice. It’s not your fault if I love you, he thought. You’d be better if those feelings could just stop forever.
“We’re a team, Abbacchio. If it’s something that bothers you so much, maybe I can hel-”
“I told you not to meddle, Y/N, is it so difficult to understand?!” he snapped, almost roaring. You jolted, taken aback by his ferocity, but immediately the fright was replaced by anger.
“It’s more difficult to understand why you’re so stupidly stubborn, Abbacchio!” you replied, pointing your finger to his chest, your eyes on fire. He even growled, nearing his face to yours, towering over you.
“I told you to mind your own fucking busin-”
“We are a team, Abbacchio! We are together! If this troubles you to the point to mine our relationship, then it’s also my fucking business! And… and I can’t bear to see you sink in your private darkness!” you almost shouted, nearing even more your face to his. Your noses were almost touching and you could even see the small, darker purple veins in his irides full of frustration, rage and… what was that? Remorse?
Maybe you snapped too badly. The moment you opened your mouth to try to explain more calmly your opinion, his lips crashed on yours, sealing them off.
Your eyes widened at the feeling of his mouth on yours, of his warm hands which cupped your face, keeping you in place. Was… was this what tormented him?
Your body reacted quicker than your mind. Your hands flew to his hair, sinking in the silver bangs and bringing him even nearer, while your lips pressed back on his, hungry, so desperate to let this kiss go on forever.
Soon, you slid on his lap, to hug him more comfortably, enjoying his hands, one around your waist and the other still cupping your face. Your started to feel dizzy, as the kiss grew more and more heated, as he too was desperate to kiss you more, to let this moment never end. His teeth grazed your bottom lips, tearing a sighing gasp from you which made him shiver. He hated how difficult was to resist, how soft and welcoming your lips were, sweeter than the finest wine, an ambrosia which he would have liked to drink every day, more and more…
Finally, the kiss broke. You pressed your forehead on his, panting, as him, while still hugging him. It had been so overwhelming… the type of kisses you didn’t receive every day.
“I’m sorry.” your eyes snapped open, hearing his murmur. Of course… of course it was so. You let your hopes run wild again, while, well… it was just a kiss. Nothing more.
“A-ah, don’t worry… it’s fine.” you replied, trying to brush it off, even if it hurt like hell. You slid off his lap, backing to your side of the bed, and hiding under the blankets, trying to act as it didn’t bother you. Or as your heart wasn’t just been shattered in millions of pieces.
“Could you please turn off the light? I can’t sleep.” you asked, giving him your back, hiding the tears that rolled on your cheeks. You missed Abbacchio’s heartbroken face, how his eyes dulled, when he just hummed and turned off the light. You felt the mattress lowering under his weight, the soft rustle of blankets and then total silence.
Neither of you managed to sleep for hours. You both were still mulling over the kiss, how happy and safe it made you feel. How you felt so warm and comfortable on his lap, enveloped by his arms, as you belonged here; how he desired so much to hug you again, to keep you safe and sound on his lap, as you were everything he needed.
But then… the fear striked. He again backed in his shell, trying to keep you at distance. Your words still haunted him: he had hurt you with his behaviour. The last thing he wanted was to do so and still it happened. He couldn’t bear this.
He had to explain why he acted like this, even if it meant to receive a rejection. He had to be brave and to put your well-being above his.
You were more important.
And so, he turned over, facing your back. You stayed still, even if you were hearing everything, and he scooped near you. His breath softly puffed on your hair and his warmth radiated on all your back, making the blankets practically useless.
“What’s wrong, Abbacchio?” you murmured, trying not to make him hear how broken and sad your voice was. He sighed, pressing his forehead on your nape, almost making you jolt in surprise.
“I’m sorry for my behaviour, Y/N. I was scared and, like a coward, I let the fear drive me. I hurt you and it was the last thing I wanted. I guess I… I just wanted to protect you from me. Every person I grow to love always ends up hurt or dead and I don’t want it to happen to you too.” your heart almost leaped to your throat at his words, so sincere to even hurt.
“I’m more than capable to defend myself, Abbacchio. Even from your fears.” you replied, turning around to face him. In the penumbra you could just catch a glimpse of his face, but he seemed surprised.
“And… and I know how it feels to be scared to lose someone you love. I’m always scared to lose you.” you added, tearing your eyes away from him. He stayed silent, while processing your words, a more than obvious confession.
You shivered, when his fingers gently brushed your cheek, and your eyes snapped at him, when he pressed his forehead on yours. Your heart was beating so fast that you almost feared he could have heard it.
“But you know I’ll always be back. We’re a team, no? We’re together.” the emphasys he put in the last word made you realize what he really meant. Now you were together.
And the kiss you shared after those words was much sweeter, much more delicate than the previous one. His lips seemed almost to cuddle yours, while his fingers rested on your neck. Your hands slid on his nape, relishing in his hair’s softness and the goosebumps you felt under your fingertips. It lasted longer, an eternity, it seemed, but still it wasn’t long enough. When the kiss broke, you nuzzled his shoulder, enjoying his safe and strong embrace and his lips on your hair.
“Thank you, Y/N.” you smiled, hearing his words. Really way nicer than the previous I’m sorry.
“Thank you too, Leone.” you murmured, closing your eyes and hiding better in his chest, starting to doze off. A big smile spread on your face, as you happily sighed. It was nice to finally be together.
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TAZ Angst drabble 2
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Despite Taako’s objections to the contrary, elves were mortal. They aged, so slowly it was barely perceptible by humans.
Taako had an uncle...or great uncle...maybe he was just an old cranky cousin? Anyway, some family member that took in him and Lup for the Elven equivalent of two seconds before sending them off again. He told Taako and Lup never to make friends with other races, because they aged too quickly, and Taako would inevitably end up alone. Taako just thought he was racist, which he was, but it took a good 800 years before Taako was willing to admit MAYBE he had a point.
He kept his glamour charm up nearly all the time, but every once in a while, he put it down to look in the mirror and see what time had done. Not to mention sometimes he just needed the spell slots. His golden blonde hair had turned stark white. His skin, once perfectly bronzed was now wrinkled.
And there were some things no magic in the world could totally fix. His eyesight, for one, losing a good deal of his darkvision and normal vision. His hearing at least allowed him a good excuse to yell at the whippersnappers going about. If there was one thing he enjoyed about being old it was complaining about young people, not that he needed youth as an excuse to do that.
But the worst thing was the memory. It started small, taking a minute or longer to remember an old friend’s name. Making up what happened when he couldn’t remember a story of his own life. A spell or two he didn’t know. His aunt’s recipes.
It was getting worse, though. One fateful day, he couldn’t remember Magnus’ name, and he rushed to the graveyard to see it and apologize to his old friend. It was decorated well, as a hero of legend’s grave should be. Kids went on field trips to come see it.
They were all gone now. Magnus, Lucretia, Davenport, Merle, Ren, Carey, Killian, Avi, Leon, Lucas...even Agnus had grown up before Taako’s very eyes and then died of old age. Many of his friends had had children, who then grew up and died, and then their children….humans were stupid. They were like damn Goldfish with the way they kept dying, what the fuck?
The people closest to him weren’t like that. Kravitz, Lup, and Barry stayed on. They all lived in the same house for a long time. It wasn’t fair, they got to live forever, but they stayed the SAME. Stupid reapers.
After going out to see Magnus, Taako realized one more thing he forgot: the way home. He stumbled around town a bit, trying to retrace his steps, but only found himself more lost, until finally a robed figure appeared out of the mist in front of him. “What did I tell you about sneaking up on me, Bluejeans?”
“Sorry,” Barry said, putting up his hands in surrender. “We got back and you weren’t home. Lup and Krav are worried, so we split up to find you.”
Taako ‘hmph’d’ impressively. One good thing about being old was being able to ‘hmph’ properly. “And what, you were just the lucky bastard to check this…” He looked around. He didn’t know where he was.
“Actually,” Barry covered for his old friend’s lack of memory, “I asked around and the kids said there was a crazy old elf wizard shouting ‘abracafuck you’ and blasting a statue.”’
Taako chuckled, “heh. Classic.”
Barry created a rift in the air and offered for Taako to step in. “I better call Lup and Krav. Get ready for a lecture about wandering around.”
“I’m not a caged animal,” he said, “This guy’s so fine, it’d be a shame to hide from the world.”
Barry smirked, but knew better than to argue. “Where’d you go, anyway?”
Taako collapsed on the sofa and regretted it instantly. He now felt all the misery holding himself upright and walking around had caused him. “Graveyard,” He said, like it was nothing.
Barry put the stone of farspeech down. “Oh,” he said.
He went over to sit on the sofa, but Taako shooed him away. “I miss them too, you know,” Barry said, “Every day.”
“Why?” Taako asked, “You get to go to the land of the dead all the time.”
Barry sighed, “Being in the astral plane and being part of the sea of souls is...different,” he said. “Only the Raven Queen knows anything about what it’s like, and she says she can’t tell us or it’ll melt our brains or something.”
Taako snorted, “Cop out.”
“Probably,” Barry agreed, “But...still. It doesn’t get any easier.”
“Barry...look at me,” Taako said, and he dropped his Glamour. He was well kept for an elf. Had lived longer than most, well taken care of and having a husband who was death didn’t hurt. But still he knew he was a pile of bones wrapped together with some skin wrinklier than an unironed sheet. “This...this doesn’t get any easier.”
Barry tried not to look pitying. He really did. “Hey, I’d hardly think you were more than 700.”
Taako snorted, shaking. He was always shaking. “I’m gonna die, Barry,” He said, “Soon. One of you three are gonna have to drop me in the death soup--”
“Please don’t call it that.”
“--And we both know it’s not going to be the other two.” Taako said, staring Barry down until he understood. Barry sobered instantly, realizing what Taako was saying. “Kravitz and I have had a long time,” Taako said, “Longer than most. But all mortals have to die eventually. And Lup….” Taako twiddled with his thumbs, trying to get them to just stay STILL for Istus’ sake. “We promised we’d never leave each other again. But we can’t...I can’t…”
He took a deep sigh, Barry staying still, “Elves live a long time, but eternity is eternity. You lot are gonna live twice as long as me, and I don’t want them to suffer without my brilliant presence,” he swallowed, “So that’s gonna be on you, Barry, to help them through it. So you’d best start adjusting now.”
Barry didn’t say anything for a long silence. He finally broke it with the quietest, “I, um,” he said, “I’m gonna call them. Let them know you’re ok.”
The next morning, Taako woke to Kravitz gently shaking him awake. He didn’t meditate as much anymore, too much focus. “Wake up, love,” Kravitz said in his low, melodic voice. “Come on, sweetheart, we’re going on a trip.”
Taako grumbled at the intrusion, “Five more minutes,” he insisted, but was surprised to hear laughter at that. It was Lup’s laugh. He peeked his eye open to see she was in the room with him, along with Barry. “What’d’you want?”
“Kravitz already said,” she said, “We’re going on a trip.”
“Where?” He asked, still stubbornly clinging to sleep.
“It’s a surprise!” She said.
Taako grumped. He probably wasn’t going to remember the place if she said it anyway. “Fine. It better not be that museum that keeps pestering me. They can’t have my hat, I don’t care if it’s part of their exhibit.”
“It’s not the museum,” Kravitz assured, offering his hand. Taako took it and allowed himself to be pulled up off the bed and onto the floor. He felt less achy today, that was good. “Come on, now, best we hurry.”
“I’ll take my damn time, and you’ll deal with it,” Taako grumped as Kravitzed held him around the middle to help him walk forward, kissing his cheek. Even at...however old he was, he still blushed. “Sap.”
He was so distracted, he didn’t even realize he’d left his body behind.
Taako didn’t remember much, other than shuffling his feet, left, right, left again, going wherever Kravitz led him. “I’m gonna be hungry in a few minutes,” he let them all know, so this place better have food.”
“It’ll have everything you need,” Barry commented, him and Lup keeping pace behind them.
Taako grumbled, “That sounds suspicious as heck, Barold.”
“We’re here,” Kravitz said, and Taako looked up. They were at the beach. But it didn’t seem like a normal beach. There was an old cottage, long abandoned, sitting on an island (when did they get to an island?). There was the sound of waves, but no people or animals, not even a bird. He looked up at the dark sky and finally realized where he was. The Astral Plane. “Oh…” he said, and then looked between the Reapers, “It’s today?”
“It is.” The voice behind the four of them said, and Taako’s eyes fell on the Raven Queen. She didn’t seem to take steps as she approached, just floating along the ground, a veil covering her face. “I hope I’m not late, I wanted to be here for the departure.”
“Nice to see your son in law off,” He said, but then the four of them were still silent. It was hard to tell, under that damn veil, but the Raven Queen wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at Kravitz. “Krav--”
Kravitz let go of Taako, and he was surprised to find he could stand on his own. Kravitz approached the Raven Queen with reverence, and bowed before her. She lifted him by the chin, looking down at him, and speaking quiet words Taako couldn’t hear. Then, Kravitz summoned his scythe and handed it over. “What are you doing?” Taako demanded, “Stop--
He tried to run forward but Lup held him back. He turned around to see she had summoned her scythe too, as had Barry. Barry stepped forward next to hand his in. “We talked it over,” Lup said, “Weighing everything, but...it was already decided a long time ago.”
“Love,” Kravitz said, coming back to him and taking his hand, “I’ve lived longer than you have.”
“Cradle robber,” Taako accused lovingly, getting Kravitz to smile.
“I’ve seen all the things I wanted to see and done all the things I wanted to do.” Kravitz tucked Taako’s hair behind his long ears, “All I really want anymore is to be with you. In all things.”
“But it’s supposed to just be me,” Taako said, and realized he was crying. How he was able to he had no idea, but he was anyway, “You’re supposed to go on, you’re immortal, you--”
“We,” Lup said, “Are a package deal, goofus.” She handed her scythe over with a respectful nod, “Besides, Queenie says this happens every millenia or so. We helped her pick out some replacements that weren’t total douche waffles. World goes on and all that.”
The Raven Queen didn’t seem to know how to respond to being called ‘Queenie’ and so addressed Taako. “Rarely does a mortal affect the lives of a reaper. Even more rarely three. But I must respect their wishes, even if I wish I could convince them to stay longer.”
Kravitz shook his head, “Not a second without him in the world,” he said, taking Taako’s hand. Taako couldn’t help the little smile on his face.
Then, Lup took his other hand, and Barry took her other hand. “Ready, Koko?”
Taako turned, facing the sea of souls. “Hey, last thing,” he said, looking up at the Raven Queen, “the whole ‘your brains would melt’ if you knew about death is a cop out, right?”
The Raven Queen just smiled, and Taako sighed, frustrated. “Guess I just have to find out myself,” and he stepped into the shallows, his family with him.
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