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heizlut · 3 months

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Hallo! I am very new to tumblr, so please excuse any mistakes i may make qwq

I really enjoyed your Venti and Kaeya story(ies)! Could you do something similar for Lyney with the addition of a breeking kink? He doesnt have cat ears or a tail like his sister- instead, the feline side of him shows through his obsessive need to breed :x

jshdhdhd i’ve been thinking about this like crazy and i’m so glad we got to clarify a few details over messages before i wrote this! again, welcome to tumblr! i’m so glad you stumbled across my page🫶🏼 (was also totally inspired by the yaoi when writing this lmfao)

Jinx

cw: breeding kink, textured feline tongue, hypnosis, rope-play, mentions of pregnancy

tags: sub fem!reader, dom!lyney with recessive feline traits, mostly proofread

a/n: here's a lil translation for the pet names- "mon chaton"= my kitten; "mon cherie"= my beloved; "bonne fille"= good girl; “ma bonne fille”= my good girl

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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Ever since becoming his girlfriend, Lyney found he had a particular jinx; all because one evening he fucked you so hard backstage before his performance, filling you so full of his sticky cum, and his show ended up being the greatest one yet. The next performance, he wanted to test out his little theory; fucking his cock into your tight cunt til his cum was leaking out and dripping down your thighs. Lyney had yet another show stopping performance.

When he told you his theory, you had simply laughed, “Seems like you just want to relieve some pre-show nerves. I doubt it’s some type of jinx, my love.” The cute little pout on Lyney’s face made it hard to take him seriously. You give him a kiss on the cheek, “I don’t mind this little routine though. If it means getting fucked so full of you before a show, I’ll do it.”

Tonight was a performance that Lyney knew he couldn’t fuck up. It was meant to be another show stopper with prominent Fontaine guests in the audience. You made your way to his dressing room as you usually did. Lyney was seated at his vanity touching up his hair when he saw your reflection behind him in the mirror. The corners of his lips curl upwards, “There she is~”

You smirk in response, “I have something special for you tonight…Master Lyney~” Lyney turned his body in his chair to face you as you begin to undo the buttons of your dress. The soft material slips off your body, revealing a red lacy lingerie set with a black garter belt that matched his. Lyney’s lips part, taking in every inch of you with his violet eyes. Lyney almost wanted to curse his innate feline genes for almost pouncing on you right then and there. The way you looked right now and using that title he'd teased you with before was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted to be able to take his time with you, or at least as much time as he could before he had to make his way to the stage.

Lyney gets up from his seat, sauntering over to you with a sultry look in his eyes. His fingers reach out, tracing the lacy edges of your lingerie, "Look at my sweet girl dressed so provocatively... Wearing my extra garter belt no less." He runs his finger under one of the straps and pulls it back and releases, letting it lightly slap back against your skin. Your breath catches in your throat as he does so. Arousal pooling against the thin fabric of your panties when he leans in, his lips grazing yours as he speaks in a low tone, "I have something special for you too, mon chaton~" Lyney backs away from you, the lingering touch from his lips sets you ablaze with desire.

Lyney digs through his pocket and pulls out a carnelian pendulum with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Be a sweetheart for me and keep your eyes on crystal, yes?" You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and nod, fixing your gaze on the pendulum. Your eyes follow the swinging pendulum as Lyney begins to speak, "Relax your mind and your body... Focus on the sound of my voice..." He continues on as you feel your mind go blank. He smirks at your dazed expression, now having you fully under.

He softly caressed your cheek, running the pad of his thumb across your soft lips, "Be a good girl and get the purple rope, yes?" All you can do is nod and follow his instructions. Lyney's cock twitches as he watches you bring back the rope he requested. He takes it from you hands and moves behind you, his lips against your ear, "Arms behind your back, mon cherie~" Of course, you comply. His voice filling your mind like a sweet melody that was only meant for you alone. A tingling sensation pricks at your skin as the ropes loop through your arms just tight enough for you to be forced to stay in that position, unable to touch him.

Lyney's fingers trace your skin as he moves to the front of you, admiring how gorgeous you looked. He takes hold of the straps of your pretty bra between his digits, using his pyro vision to carefully singe them just enough to let a piece of them burn away. The straps fall loose to your back and he singes the front connecting the cups. Your perky breasts are left exposed to his lustful gaze as the bra makes a soft noise when it lands on the dressing room floor. You squirm a little in your spot as the need between your legs begins to consume you. Your eyes stuck on his violet ones that burn with deep desire, "Be still, mon chaton."

Your lips part as you let a soft moan slip when Lyney cups your breasts in his nimble hands. He squeezes and massages them, mesmerized by the way the plushness squishes between his fingers. He lowers himself and leans forward taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth; his rough feline tongue flicking and swirling around it. Your body tries to fight against the hypnosis, desperate to tangle your fingers in his hair as his rough tongue does its work on your body.

Leaving your breasts sore and swollen, Lyney kisses down your body softly til he's eye level with your clothed cunt. His eyes flit up to your face, pleased to see you looking so needy. He taps your thigh twice, "Spread out so I can enjoy my pre-performance meal." You comply, taking a small step to the side to give him more room. Lyney smirks, "Bonne fille..." He places his hands on your thighs and licks a stripe through your thin panties. He lets out a broken groan at the scent and taste of you as your arousal soaked the material. Lyney tugs at the panties until they rip and glide down, now hanging loosely around one ankle.

Your moans fill the small dressing room as he dives in between your folds, lapping up your juices with his rough tongue. His grip tightens on your thighs as you shake with pleasure; his tongue relentless against your sensitive clit. White hot pleasure courses through you as you cum on his tongue, making him snarl as he overstimulates you, unable to get enough of your taste. "Please, Master Lyney~!" you cry out, feeling as though your legs are about to give out from underneath you. The title you give him and the way you taste and smell kicks his feline instincts into full gear. Lyney needed to breed you.

Lyney straightens up and tugs you by your garter belt to his vanity. He bends you slightly and tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your head up to look at the reflection of you both in his mirror. "Oh, mon chaton... See the way you look right now? I simply can't resist~", he chuckles as you whimper when you're forced to look at how dazed and desperate you are for him. He undoes his pants, tugging them down just enough for his twitching cock to bob free against your ass.

Lyney's hands travel down your curves and to your round ass, giving your cheeks a light squeeze. He spreads them apart, giving himself a better view of your leaky pussy. He moves his hips, letting his fat pink tip rub against your cunt and gather your arousal. Lyney stills himself, his tip pushed against your wet entrance as he leans over, locking eyes with you in the reflection, "Keep your eyes on us." Unable to do anything other than what he says, your eyes widen as a pretty cry leaves your lips as he pushes himself inside of you.

His fingers dig into the fat of your hips as he fucks into you deep and hard. Lyney completely loses it when he sees your eyes flutter and drool slips from the corner of your mouth as you keep your eyes on the lewd display. His pace becomes harsh as the tip of his thick cock bullies your insides over and over, "Need to breed you nice and full... Need to see your cute stomach swell with my children- Fuck, mon amour...-" His hips stutter when he sees the white ring of cum that had formed at the base of his cock. Lyney lets out a breathy chuckle, running his fingers though his hair, “Creaming around my cock? You must really want me to breed you, huh”

You’re so fucked out the only way you can respond is by moaning over and over. You looked angelic and so fucking slutty that when your eyes crossed in pleasure and your tits bounced in time with his thrusts, Lyney releases a whiny moan. With a final thrust, his hot cum floods your fluttering pussy. His cock throbs as he regains his senses, groaning as he pulls out and his cum begins to leak from your cunt.

As much as the sight of his cum leaking from you filled his ego, Lyney needed it to take. Quickly grabbing a silicone prop, he pushes it inside your pussy with a curved smile, "You shouldn't let my seed go to waste. We need to keep you stuffed full 'til my cum takes..." Your eyes meet his devious ones in the vanity mirror, still looking for more. A sudden knock on the door causes Lyney to snap from his thoughts as Lynette's voice sounds from the other side, "Lyney, it's time."

"I'll be there in a moment!", he calls back and then lets out a sigh. His gaze returning to your dazed one. Your were still under his hypnosis... Lyney's voice is saccharine when he speaks his next words, "Sit still at my vanity and don't even think about covering up or fucking yourself on the prop that's keeping my cum in you." A sly smile forms on his lips when you let out a small whimper when you sit, making the silicone prop push deeper inside of you. Lyney presses a slow kiss to your lips and smiles, "Ma bonne fille..." He readjusts his clothes and fixes his hair one last time before heading out for his grand performance,

And what a performance it was. A standing ovation, thrown flowers covering the stage, and raving reviews from the prominent figures of Fontaine; all thanks to you. Lyney walks back to his dressing room and his lips curl up when his gaze lands on your shaking, restrained body still sat as his vanity as your own arousal had pooled in the chair. You were his lucky charm, his special jinx; and oh how he would reward you for being so perfect.... Breeding you time and time again.

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a/n: i turned myself on just writing this lol also plz if you’ve read the yaoi i referenced, let’s be friends lmao

#lyney smut #lyney x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #lyney x reader #genshin lyney #genshin impact lyney

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shhimagiraffe · 3 months

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Fantasy High + Pokemon

I was inspired by @candaceaprillee and their art that they made for Hootgrowlithe zine! I had to go all in and make their teams, based off everything that's been released as of FHJY episode 3. There have been more episodes by this point but nothing that has happened since has influenced any changes!

Gang, I thought about this a lot...this is a lengthy post. This genius simply couldn't be contained. There are some that are based on vibes, and some that I dug a little deeper with Pokedex entries. Rest assured my explanations should suffice my reasoning! These Pokemon are not in any particular order btw!!

Adaine

Adaine's team is just Peak Blue/cool color Vibes. Was not intentional! I picked a lot of spherical shapes and mon that happen to exude calming energy/auras. I do think that, for now, Adaine keeps her Orb Pokemon from evolving because they're the perfect shape.

Spheal - Spheal is the perfect orb shaped Pokemon. I could not leave it out of the line up. Additionally, Spheals have soft fur and I think when Adaine's having a panic attack that soft fur would be good for grounding. As Spheal evolves it also learns to "identify" things with its sensitive nose, reminiscent of the Identify Spell.

Natu - Another phenomenal orb. While it's no owl, it will evolve into a psychic, fortune telling mon some day. It does have prophetic abilities in this version, but it seems to be more about hopping about and staring at things. Something about that feels right for Adaine.

Gardevoir - Admittedly, Gardevoir did not initially make my list for Adaine. I did get to thinking that since Adaine comes from an extremely rich family (albeit a neglectful one), her parents would want to give her a fancy mon to exert her status. I don't know if they'd give her a straight up Gardevoir as a kid, but in any case the whole line up is fairy/psychic; I thought since the Abernants are high elves that they would lean towards fairy type Pokemon to link back to their heritage. In any case! Gardevoir ALSO reads the future!

Dragonair - Dragonairs have that blue orb in them, plus they exude a "gentle aura," again another helpful thing for Adaine. They're also part of a pseudo legendary line, which is a great match for our legendary oracle. There's something very elegant about Dragonair, and it evolves into a cute lovey Dragonite!!!

Riolu - I originally gave Adaine a fully evolved Lucario, but given that Riolu evolves with high friendship, I don't know if Adaine would be emotionally ready for that. It still gets the same vibes across with being able to detect auras of others. I'm HC'ing that she got her Riolu as part of an official Welcome to the Family gift from Jawbone :') Riolu is basically an emotional support dog, after all.

Feebas - :) Gang :) I'm taking some liberties here. Wouldn't it be angsty and sad if we envision small Adaine, sad and alone, ignored and chastised by her family, off on her own and happens upon a sad little Feebas? And finds comradery in this lil fish that's considered the ugliest thing in the world? She brings home her very first mon she caught herself and her family tears her to shreds for it but she still loves this mon with a bad rap? I'm obsessed.

Fabian

Fabian's mon consist of a mix of fighting types, dancing vibes, and trauma based dex entries! That's really all I can say so summarize his team. I'm sorry to my boy but he's so fun to play in the angst space with.

Lombre - My HC is that Bill Seacaster gave Fabian his first Pokemon, maybe as a small Lotad. Lombre, in the anime, is one of Ash's mon that gave him a hard time, and I think that Fabian would have at least one mon that wouldn't completely respect him in the same way. Once Fabian sheds the expectations of his father, then Lombre accepts him and their relationship blooms! Bonus points! Lombre evolves into Ludicolo, a dancing Pokemon!

Cubone - This is my biggest brain idea. Cubone's whole thing is abandonment because of his mother dying. While Fabian's mother is not dead, she might as well be since she's off traveling with Gilear. Even before then! She was emotionally absent in his life. Sure the skull could be from his literal dead father THAT HE KILLED...there's just something about the mother/son relationship (or lack thereof) that's *chef's kiss*

Hitmontop - This Pokemon is purely fighter, but he's got sick dance moves and if this isn't the Pokemon version of Fabian I don't know what is.

Kirlia - Sigh. Okay. So. The dancing theme is obvious. Unfortunately, I think Fabian would be the kind of guy that would sexualize Kirlia's evolution, Gardevoir. I could only hope that he wouldn't fall in love with his mon but JY Fabian has me fucked up with his character development. I originally gave Fabian Kirlia before I gave Adaine her Gardevoir, so I think he'd probably go with Gallade for his evolution? I do think that this mon, whatever happens, would knock some sense into Fabian like Brock's mon do in the anime, hehe!

Bisharp - Bisharp reflects Fabian's initial work with swordfighting and fencing. Its description about leading groups of its unevolved form plus getting kicked out if it loses a battle to become boss.....gives me Fabian's Very Bad No Good Day on Leviathan vibes to me.

Absol - Absol's deal is that it is something of an unlucky charm -- but it can actually warn people of incoming dangers. I truly think Fabian needs a creature like that in his life. He probably wouldn't know how to interact with a mon such as this, but I believe in him.

Fig

Fig's team consists of fire types, music based designs, and illusion/trickery Pokemon. I'm realizing that I'm HC'ing that a lot of Fig's mon evolved with her around the time that she learned she's actually a tiefling. I borrowed that idea from Candace, particularly with Houndoom!

Jigglypuff - Jigglypuff is SUCH a match for Figueroth Faeth, I'm talking pre-campaign Fig. It's cute, it's bubbly, and is fully capable of being a menace. Fig would absolutely egg on her mon to do something like, I don't know, marking up their sleeping audience out of anger. Plus it's a singer so it could be a cute lil back up singer for Fig! Jiggly is also sweet and fitting for Fig because it evolves through high friendship. I know that Fig says she keeps her emotions wrapped up but miss thing would absoLUTELY have best friendships with her mon.

Loudred - Loudred feels right for Fig, especially if we assume that Fig started with Whismur, this shy timid lil pink first evolution that has a piercing scream. It's basically a big speaker as well (even though it would not be ideal for a concert with it being able to level houses...Fig would probably love that though) It is a pretty destructive Pokemon, but if it gets to evolve it'll mellow out some. I don't know Fig will ever truly mellow out, but who knows! Anything's possible!

Salazzle - Salazzle's deal is that she emits pheromones that attract males which I think goes well with Fig's penchant for flirting with random guys. Maybe Fig found her Salazzle while in Hell and wasn't an initial part of her team, as they are found in volcanoes and other craggy places. She's also generally cunt and Fig deserves a member like that on her team :)

Zoroark - I love Zoroark for Fig as it is an illusion based Pokemon that is extremely loyal to those that have good bonds with them (I'm being liberal with this, they're more loyal to other Zoroarks but I think Fig's would see her on the same level). It can transform itself and makes large crowds believe their illusion. It just matches Fig's vibes!!! Could I go into how its first evolution, Zorua, transforms itself to protect itself from danger and that parallel with Fig's transformations to protect her emotional state?? Sure, but y'all get the point.

Houndoom - Houndoom is a given for Fig. It's a demon fire dog. For our tiefling archdevil that occasionally shifts into German Shepherd mode? Yeah, nuff said.

Shelgon - Shelgon's line is based on being so determined and literally head strong to get what they want. There's the obvious trait we see here, which is that hard shell that Fig often comments on. Both creatures are reorganizing their cells to better reflect their true/ideal selves. Plus Shelgon turns into a dope dragon and I wouldn't put it past Fig to love that for herself and her Pokemon.

Gorgug

Gorgug's mon are a majority grass/bug based, which I think works with how he grew up with the Thistlesprings in the tree. I gave him two "new" members of his party to reflect his artificer second class. Pretty much all of them could work for both of his classes!

Timburr - Timburr's a cute lil guy that absolutely would start out with Gorgug training to be a barbarian and turn into a lil helper with Gorgug's artificer tinkering. Should Timburr be more evolved than its base form? Yes. Do I think the rest of the line is ugly? Also yes. Sorry about it.

Roselia - I needed to reference Gorgug's very sweet tin flower in some way!!! If taken care of, and we know our boy would absolutely would, it releases a calming scent. Maybe this scent helps calm down Gorgug before he enters a rag e outside of battle, or just to help him relieve anxiety at the end of the day.

Rillaboom - Gorgug 100% would have first gotten its first evolution, Grookey, as his first mon. It'd fit in perfectly with the tree, plus it's whole line is about drumming and rhythm!!! What more can you ask of a mon?

Heracross - I think Heracross is Cute. And strong to boot! For a long time, it's the only one that can keep up with Gorgug as far as strength goes. It's described as docile unless it's disturbed while eating honey; a great match for our sweet barbarian!

Rookidee - I'll be so honest, this choice was based off Cloaca Chloe. I originally gave him Beldum, which is literally a hunk of steel. But I thought about it some more, especially with Chloe being a metal bird, and how could I *not* pick a Pokemon that eventually turns into this giant badass steel/flying type Corviknight? Plus, this mon is bold and always up to the challenge of fighting. What better for a creation that goes "I SUCK" all the time unprovoked?

Tinkatuff - I think that Gorgug found this mon while in the Nightmare Forest, or perhaps right outside of it scared and alone. She's figuring out tinkering along with Gorgug and I know this giant/tiny duo would kick so much ass. Will Tinkatuff end up wanting to fight Rookidee all the time? ...Maybe, but I'm sure Gorgug will find some kind of solution for that to be chill with each other.

Kristen

I had the hardest time with Kristen, because I can't really pin down her personality and ideals in Pokemon. I think it's because she doesn't know who she is currently. I love Kristen, but most of these mon are a read on her.

Bellossom - Bellossom is one of the handful of Pokemon out there that has the healer ability! It could certainly be the final evolution of a mon Kristen could have had as a cleric of Helio, Oddish. Also, picturing Kristen and Bellossom doing ribbon dances together? That'd be cute as hell.

Cosmog - Cosmog is veeeeery Cassandra to me. It's a borderline legendary Pokemon. It is characterized as taking an immediate liking to anyone who gives it the time of day. Something about the frailty of this mon reminds me of Kristen's current god. And if any of The Bad Kids were going to have a legendary mon, it'd be Kristen. Given episode 4, we might be looking at an evolution soon...

Psyduck - Psyduck is constantly plagued with headaches that makes it constantly confused! While Kristen doesn't get the headaches she doesn't necessarily quite know what's going on and why she does certain things. It looks like this season she's on the ball with battles though so we'll see! I'm also thinking of Misty's Psyduck and how she treated hers...while I don't think Kristen would get pissed off with her Psyduck, I think she wouldn't see its value in her party all the time.

Eevee - The beauty with Eevee is that it simply could be anything depending on its environment. I think, if anything, this mon most reflects her current religion with Cassandra in that nothing is set in stone and that's okay.

Bidoof - Kristen picked Bidoof for the meme. I just know she would have at least one joke Pokemon. And yet...I don't know, Bidoof just works with Kristen for reasons I can't explain.

Quaquaval - This is the gayest Pokemon I've EVER seen. Imagine seeing this guy ribbon dancing with Kristen? SICKENING!!!! On a more serious note, it does take things more seriously especially while training. Kristen needs someone to whip her into shape, take things more serious.

Riz

Riz is obviously our crime solving lil goblin kid. Of course, he's going to initially pick mons that could help with a case. But he's also got SUCH a big heart and would wholeheartedly love all of his mon for who they are outside of being helpful. I also just had to go in and do my best to make sure that Riz has a balanced team -- I refuse to think of him as someone that wouldn't have an answer to counter a weak point for any of his Pokemon.

Zigzagoon - I've HC'd that Zigzagoon as Riz's first ever Pokemon! Found him in the grass while he was snooping around for something, and Zigzagoon are naturally curious and restless creatures, so they became quick best friends. I think they're always side by side working on a case!

Spoink - Ok hear me out...I was thinking about how the Night Yorb happened because of Riz trying to figure out Garthy, essentially creating the Night Yorb for the universe with that bit. So I fell on Spoink with it's orb on it's head. But then I got to thinking...Spoink can never stop bouncing because it will die if it does. And if THAT is not Riz Gukgak I don't know what is. Boy doesn't know how to relax; his literal worst fear is resting.

Rotom - Honestly I think Rotom would be super useful for Riz! I'm thinking with the arcade in Freshman Year, if Riz had a Rotom that encounter would have been a bit easier! It is a little bit mischievous, and while that's not really Riz's steez, I think he'd find it endearing to a degree.

Klefki - I think that Riz would love to collect things like keys he thinks are relevant to a case. The great thing about Klefki is that it will hang on to keys that it likes and I think Riz relates to wanting to hold on to things he obsesses over! I know that Riz trusts Klefki with his keys, in general. It apparently jingles itself at attackers, and the mental image of a ring of keys jingling while Riz hisses in Goblin Mode™ is so funny to me.

Greninja - Greninjas give me rogue energy. By this time in its evolution it's a pro at devising battle strategy and is a sharpshooter like its trainer. Plus you KNOW Riz would have Battle Bond with Greninja, they'd be a great fighting pair!

Golbat - Originally I picked a bat Pokemon to relate back to Riz's goblin race; goblins live in dungeons, bats live in dungeons, fantastic! Plus the teeth and open mouth? Riz and Golbat going toe to toe in hissing games. Ok let's get serious, cutthroat. I feel as if Riz would find kinship with its unevolved form, Zubat, because of how they are perceived as small annoying things (I personally was always annoyed encountering zubats in the games, idk if this is a widespread belief). Bonus: Golbats evolve with high friendship into Crobat! I don't know why I didn't give Riz a Crobat, just didn't feel right I guess.

And that's the end! Hope you enjoyed this deep dive into Pokemon, Fantasy High, and dare I say character analysis??? I don't know, that might be a little generous to my word vomit. Get in the comments!! I'd love to hear other takes and see more discussion!!

Anyways uhhhh stream Fantasy High Junior Year on Dropout and play/watch some Pokemon k bye

#i've been working on writing this all out for weeks #please just take this post #this was a lot of fun!!! i wasn't expecting that!!!#fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 fantasy high #d20 fhjy #d20 fhsy #hootgrowlithe #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high sophomore year #the bad kids

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notasapleasure · 3 months

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Wip ask meme - @stripedroseandsketchpads also asked about the 'Au of an au' file, where in the Lymond band AU instead of not seeing Francis for years and years after the battle of the bands (i.e. Solway), Jerott goes to stay at the Edinburgh townhouse for a few days on his way back to Glasgow.

I was determined that I would write some J/F without Jerott overthinking things and preventing it being finished, so it rushes through quite breathlessly, but my excuse is trying to capture the reckless enthusiasm of youth?

Re-reading what I have I think it stalled because I was so furiously dumbstruck that Let's Dance by Bowie wasn't released until 1983 so couldn't be the sountrack to the scene I was writing. I never recovered my momentum *shrug*

Jerott/Francis fluffy smut (broken off before it gets very smutty though):

It was the first time in many, many years that Francis Crawford could say he'd brought a friend home. Gavin was away with work, Richard had a seat free in the car, and at the last minute, Jerott Blyth had agreed that maybe his dad could manage another day or two on his own with the hospital-assigned carer.

Jerott had, in fact, found that when earnest, cornflower blue eyes entreated him and a soft but firm grip squeezed his arm, accompanied by a smile that just needed his agreement in order to bloom, he was incapable of denying the boy who had just beaten him in the battle of the bands. He'd not been to many sleepovers himself, after all - precious few of the families of his school friends would have accepted him inside their homes with his dark skin and accented voice.

Sybilla, however, took it all in stride and exchanged merry pleasantries with him in French that was as accomplished, as refined as her son's. She showed them to the shed at the bottom of the garden and brought air mattresses and sleeping bags down from the loft. "Richard used to have sleepovers here all the time while Francis was away at school," she told them. "It's chilly at this time of year and you can always come in and use Francis' room, but this is where the music collection is..."

Francis smiled patiently, blithely, as his mother performed the hostess' duties: she would offer to bring drinks and snacks once - and when he said they could manage she would not push the offer a second time. She would make it clear that they were welcome to come inside for supper - Richard was to be dispatched to collect fish and chips - but they were under no obligation to sit at a table and could bring it back to the shed if they preferred. When Jerott offered money for his portion, she touched her hand to her chest, squeezed his shoulder, and beamed at Francis. "Mon cher. Absolutely not! You are our guest. Francis will not let you want for anything."

Then she paused before leaving them, pinning Francis with one token look of maternal assertiveness: "Ellie has school tomorrow, so if you do come inside, no punk after nine, ok?"

Francis shrugged. "Ok. She can come and hang out when she gets back though, right?"

"If she wants," Sybilla surveyed them both. "No beer for your little sister on a school night either, though!" she wagged a finger.

Francis' expression merely turned angelic. "I wouldn't dream of it, ma."

They were both itching for her to leave, and once she was gone, Francis turned to the record player and lifted the lid. Jerott practically did a knee slide across the carpet to get close to the library of vinyl, and the process of comparing notes and tastes began again in earnest, now with all the accompanying evidence either of them could want, and hadn't had to hand during the weeks staying in the hostel in Carlisle.

By the time Eloise joined them after school, the shed was adorned with stacks of albums left like stepping stones across the floor, half-empty mugs of cold tea that had accumulated on Sybilla's writing desk, and strata of crumpled biscuit packets and crumbs in the one tiny bin. Francis was pacing and gesturing wildly with a wooden guiro and his new friend sat on a beanbag, gazing up at him like he was listening to a pre-eminent philosopher, a guitar in his lap, his fingers loosely, idly following along with the melody on the record. When they spoke it was almost invariably in French, expressed at a million miles an hour, and Ellie, curious as she was about this boy who seemed as enraptured by Francis as she often felt herself, couldn't find any purchase on the conversation and soon retreated to the house.

Later, Francis dashed in to collect two portions of fish and chips when Richard called him from the other end of the dark garden, but it was his mother who arrested him in the parlour before he could help himself to a pair of ales to go with it and retreat back to the shed.

"All right, ma? Did you want us to come in, instead?"

"No, son," Sybilla reassured him, but her smile had a didactic, caring quality that made Francis pause instead of just brushing past her. "Go back out to your friend. I just wanted to..." her mouth opened and shut once or twice, and a little frown scored her brows.

Francis had so rarely seen her speechless that he put the bottles down. "Mum?"

She let out a laugh he might almost have said was nervous, and then rubbed his arm with a hand. "I just wanted you to know that I've asked Ellie to give you boys space. No one will disturb you in the shed. But, Francis sweetheart, you do know how to be responsible, don't you?"

He blinked, bemused by her serious tone. "Ellie can come and hang out, it's fine, really."

Sybilla smiled at this. "Oh. I don't think she felt very welcome, dear. A bit of a third wheel."

"What?!" Francis knew he was blushing. And, oh god, because it was his mother looking at him like that, speaking with such gentle tact and understanding, it made him blush even harder.

"It's fine, love," Sybilla insisted. "It's nothing new, at least to me, and I am merely happy if you are happy. But do be careful, won't you? Your...your brother probably has some, ah..." that wordly, hippy, Gallic youth she'd had fumbled the words and faltered as it came into contact with the reality of speaking about such things to her teenage son.

Francis was now certain he had turned the colour of King Crimson's first album cover. "No, Mum, it's not. I'm. Jerott's not. We're just listening to music."

"Yes, love," Sybilla nodded, like he'd said the exact opposite. She squeezed his arm again. "But do be careful, anyway."

She handed him the beers back, and Francis left the room with a robotic, astonished walk. His mind was still ploughing ceaseless furrows in the fertile ground of musical conversation, and he made himself shake off his mother's strange, unexpected interruption to the pleasant day he'd been spending. There was no point thinking about Sybilla's wild imagination - sometimes, he mused, she forgot she was in an Edinburgh townhouse and not on some flashy yacht with pin-ups and icons of the screen. And besides - so what if Jerott's company was pleasant not just for his conversation and his musical skill, but because his mouth hung open in an amazed pout when he listened to Francis speak, his eyes wide and thirsty to hear all Francis had to say; because of the way he smiled when he played and when he sang in an unrefined but strong voice, his French and Scottish accents mingling in a way he didn't know how to hide, so they added a cadence and a rhythm to his words that made Francis' ambitions, his hunger feel insatiable. So what? It was all academic - Francis could admire him all he wanted, but he had no expectation of Jerott returning his interest. He just wanted to make the most of every moment spent together while he could.

He grabbed two wrapped portions of fish and chips from the sparsely set dining table, muttered a hasty 'thanks' in Richard's direction, and then slipped back outside again, his escape as sleek and smooth as that of an alley-cat making off with the butcher's scraps.

The shed was a glowing haven at the foot of the garden and Francis' strides lengthened to a loping run as they so often had done when he needed to flee the house and find his own peace. Frost crunched beneath his shoes and his breath misted, and the cold night had swept his blushes away by the time he shouldered his way back through the door - his cheeks were fresh with new colour, he grinned from the simple pleasure of the short run, and then he laughed in delight at the album Jerott had chosen in his absence.

They sat down on the two beanbags, knee to knee, and fell upon the fish and chips with impatience.

Jerott teased that his didn't have enough vinegar on and stabbed at the chips in Francis' wrapping with a mischievous laugh. They sampled each other's beers, the necks of the two bottles warm and salty from the food.

Francis knew he could have spent all night the way they'd spent the afternoon, and Jerott seemed eager to pick up the guitar again. They opened the little cooler of beer kept out there and, arrogant with the suspicion that they were the only two teenagers in Edinburgh who really appreciated Django Reinhardt, showed each other the ways they had found of imitating his unique style.

Francis had no idea what time it was when he was bending to turn the LP and Jerott was indulging in some wild finger-picking, but as Jerott gazed mildly at the records and newspaper cuttings adorning the walls, he asked Francis a question that made him drop the needle with a scratch on the edge of the record.

"Did you have a girlfriend in Paris?"

He preferred to avoid the topic. He'd been glad it had never come up in Carlisle. Jerott was confident speaking often and with pride of his various girlfriends, but Francis felt his own affairs would be cheapened by the discussion. He accorded them the respect of not inviting others into their details.

"Nothing serious," he said after a careful pause. The music started up again and Jerott frowned for a moment and adjusted his fingering to meet it. He was still looking at the walls in an aimless, guileless sort of way.

"Huh," he grunted in acknowledgement. "Yeah. I know what you mean."

If it seemed a strange response to Francis, who had said so little. Perhaps Jerott wasn't looking for information so much as an excuse to say something else that was already on his mind.

"I never really felt like they were friends, friends, y'know? Didn't have that much to talk about."

"Mmm," Francis responded noncommittally, his own experiences having differed somewhat.

Jerott tossed his head to throw his black hair away from his face, a gesture that never failed to make Francis feel like there was a boot pressing on his solar plexus. Then, to add insult to injury, he flashed a wicked grin and ran a few bars of wild, joyous experimentation out on the guitar.

"It's a pity," Jerott said afterwards, one brow raised.

How could you define the invitation expressed in someone's eyes, in their stance? How could you be certain of what it was that shifted in the atmosphere of a room when one person made a come-on to another? Or was it all in Francis' mind, in his own delusional longing? He sat there and stared at Jerott's laughing challenge, at his raised chin with its slight dimple, his frank, uncomplicated gaze.

There was, he supposed, only one way to find out. Francis stood and approached Jerott and the guitar. "Show me what you did there again?"

"Hmm?" Jerott feigned uncertainty, but trilled off another virtuoso piece of improvisation.

Francis watched his fingers thirstily. He looked up. Jerott was looking back at him, maybe like he wanted to laugh, or to flee, but he stood his ground and attempted another series of notes that faltered partway through, cut off by his nervous chuckle.

Slowly, Francis stepped around the neck of the guitar, standing just behind Jerott's shoulder. He lifted his left hand to the frets, nudging Jerott's aside, and murmured instructions on how he would manage the shift in position if he were playing.

Jerott let him do all this, and Francis felt him hold his breath. Gently, catching up to Francis' timing, he let his fingers run over the strings to play the notes Francis held against the neck of the instrument.

Jerott glanced at him and then let out a breath all of a sudden.

"Just girlfriends?"

Standing behind him, Francis closed his eyes briefly, absorbing the excitement in Jerott's voice. He moved a little nearer, so his chest was close to touching Jerott's shoulder. "Not...exactly. Though...I can't claim much beyond...curiosity," he admitted quietly. He turned his face slightly away from Jerott's, like he was focussing on his left hand on the neck of the guitar, like he didn't want the other man to worry he was forcing anything.

But god, he felt Jerott's eyes on him, and the feeling warmed him to his core.

Jerott said nothing, but his left hand, redundant, replaced on the neck of the guitar by Francis' hand, lifted instead to Francis' face and turned it, hesitantly, with such gentleness that Francis closed his eyes again, back towards his own.

Warm fingers trailed along his cheek, his jaw, waiting for permission of a sort. Francis' eyes fluttered open. He took in Jerott's open mouth, his heavy eyelids, the way his gaze rested on Francis' own mouth. These were universal signals, weren't they?

It wasn't clear who moved first - they had both committed. Jerott's lips were warm, softer than Francis had expected, and the first touch of them sent a trill of excitement through his body.

His hand remained gentle as their mouths met, questing, steady and still uncertain, but each of Jerott's breaths that Francis felt against his skin, each movement of Jerott's lips against his, seemed like a fist reaching into his guts and clenching tightly. He gasped and couldn't be embarrassed by the longing in it - instead he deliberately let himself make another sound, deep in his throat, not quite explicit enough to be a moan, but something encouraging.

It worked - Jerott's hand cupped his cheek more securely, and he echoed Francis' sound. The feeling of said echo in his mouth made Francis want to collapse at the knees, so he let his lost, flailing right hand reach for Jerott's back and smooth its way over the warm body beneath the thin t-shirt.

Jerott drew his face closer and deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing into Francis' mouth, confident and experienced where the rest of him stood frozen, like he was still guessing what to do. He tasted of the lager they'd been drinking and the cigarettes he usually smoked, a new combination of flavours Francis has never encountered.

As he tried to twist into the kiss, despite the guitar, Jerott's enthusiasm showed more: Francis felt it in his tongue, in his lips, in the hold on his cheek. Jerott liked to kiss and he was good at it - and he liked to show he was good at it.

Rather than let out the whimper he wanted to, Francis tightened his hold on Jerott's body, leaning his own face into the kiss, pushing back with his tongue, meeting Jerott's enthusiasm and skill with his own, just like when they played together.

With an abrupt need, Jerott released him so that he could pull the guitar strap up over his head and lay the instrument aside. He was breathing hard, his mouth red and wet from the touch of Francis' lips. There was no self-doubt in his eyes when he stepped back towards Francis, only an ambition that corresponded to the one Francis had been nurturing for weeks in Carlisle.

He couldn't wait to be back in Francis' arms, and Francis welcomed his body, his hands finding their way around Jerott's flanks to the small of his back, to the groove of his spine.

Jerott clasped his jaw, his fingers reaching round to rub the short hairs at the nape of Francis' neck.

They were around the same height and both tried to be the one to lean down into the kiss, which turned it into something of a call and response: Jerott folded Francis against him for a handful of breaths and then Francis pushed back and responded with his own pressure, coming onto the balls of his feet, letting his chest lean into Jerott's chest. Francis's skin felt raw from Jerott's stubble - it grew thicker and rougher than his yet did - but he pursued the feeling again and again.

To the soundtrack of decades old jazz their hands, wondering, sought to explore as their mouths did. Francis' fingers crept up Jerott's back, comparing the feel of him with all the glances he had stolen at the curve just above Jerott's waistband, where his form was accentuated when he played guitar, leaning his hips into the instrument the way he was leaning them against Francis now.

For his part, Jerott cradled Francis' jaw in his palms, angled him how he wanted him for his kisses, then tilted Francis' head back and laid a trail of exquisite touches with his mouth and - Francis gasped again - gentle tugs at Francis' skin with his teeth, down the line of his neck and then back up again. He nuzzled his face into the hair behind Francis' ear and kissed him there, he dragged his teeth down the outer edge of the ear and caught the lobe with his tongue before sucking it.

The sound Francis let out was not one he immediately recognised as coming from his own body. He tightened his hold on Jerott lest his composure fail him, and pressed back against Jerott's hips with his own. Whatever usually kept him firm against gravity seemed to have deserted him - his knees trembled and his legs prickled like he'd walked into the middle of a nettle patch.

At a time like this, what else could he resort to but poetry?

"…un serment fair d'un peu plus pres, une promesse plus précise, un aveu qui veut se confirmer, un point rose…"*

"Vraiment?" Jerott's breathy laugh against Francis' neck sent another thrill through him. "Poésie?"

"Naturellement," Francis groaned.

It made Jerott pause and move away to look at him. One hand held Francis' cheek, kept him turned to Jerott's expression, which was steadier than Francis felt, thoughtful and almost a little sad. "Is it though? Natural?"

Francis was silent, struggling to get a grasp on his meaning, but then he raised one hand from Jerott's back to his face and swept smooth black strands of hair away from his brow. "Doesn't it feel that way?"

Jerott wore a small frown, but he didn't try to pull away. In fact, as Francis' hand settled at his neck, he let his own touch move lower, down Francis' chest, sweeping round his ribcage, pulling him near, though Francis didn't think they could get much closer. Touch felt muffled through the layers of their jeans, but even so he knew he wasn't the only one who was getting hard after all this contact.

"Not to me, not at first," Jerott said, and though Francis' heart thumped and struggled, panicked by this admission, Jerott didn't release him. "I was never...curious before. But it's like you've...you've put a spell on me," he laughed at himself. "That sounds dumb, right? But I want it. I want this. I want to be - bewitched."

He kissed Francis again, and Francis' mind seemed to swill and swirl at all these revelations. He'd been right and he'd been wrong, and not only about Jerott's interests.

Between kisses, Francis managed a dazed grin. "And you said you didn't understand poetry and lyrics...but I've 'bewitched' you? What am I, La Belle Dame Sans Merci?"

"I don't know what you are," Jerott ignored the reference and made a sound of pleasure as he kissed Francis. Simultaneous to the touch of his mouth, he squeezed their bodies together and flexed his hips up against Francis' hips. "But you do something to me..."

Francis moaned at the way Jerott's body had pulsed against him, and he felt the tightening of his jeans, their constraint on him, more acutely. Given half the chance, there was a lot that Francis wanted to do to him, not least after a statement like that. He pressed back against Jerott's body and kissed him deep and slow, holding the back of Jerott's head with one hand.

Theorising that what people offered was often a sign of what they'd like doing to themselves, he kissed his way across Jerott's cheek to his ear and sucked toothily on the lobe. From the sound Jerott made, he'd guessed correctly.

Jerott then laughed at himself - the room was silent, the B-side had finished - and leaned his cheek against Francis'. "Fucking hell..." he gasped. He sounded astonished, but cheerful.

Nevertheless, to Francis' momentary regret, his next move was to step away, looking bashfully down at the carpet. His cheeks were flushed - so was the skin at his throat, where it disappeared below the collar of his t-shirt. He licked his lips and chuckled again, then bent to pick up an album from the floor.

He flashed a grin at Francis and dove to replace Django Reinhardt with a Bowie album. He looked up from where he knelt, his smile wild and inviting, and he mimed the guitar part as Francis stalked towards him, echoing his gestures, putting on an exaggerated show of copying Bowie's singing style.

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*[An oath that is closer, a promise more precise, a confession that wants to be confirmed, a pink dot… - Rostand, un baiser, from Cyrano]

And the soundtrack that should have been:

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If you say run, I'll run with you And if you say hide, we'll hide Because my love for you would break my heart in two If you should fall, into my arms and tremble like a flower

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A Time to Love and to Fight

Part Twenty - Three

Summary: The past comes to visit Enjolras while on the vastness of the ocean.

Notes/Warnings: Mentions of Courfeyrac being questioned about Enjolras. Dated view of women..life…marriage. Mentioning of a duel. Angst in relation to what happened to Enjolras with the Royal army.

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“Enjolras, take your angel and get out here.”

He nodded. “Go to my solicitor. He will surely help you, Grantaire if he is with us.”

“Fine, now go! Run!”

Courfeyrac met his comrade’s, his friend’s eyes one last time. Then he watched as he ran off holding his angel’s hand.

His arm trembled as he lowered it. Nights prior, they had sworn to the death. Their hands clasped in the promise. Even then he had not wanted it to get to that.

He deserved a life and so did Enjolras. Especially since the sweetest angel had entered his life. His friend deserved to have the life people dreamed of.

The only strings he had connected him to Govroche which was severed no more then an hour ago, the one with Grantaire shook. Last he saw him, he was slumped over drunk in a corner. Willing he released the one with Enjolras. He wanted his friend to be happy.

Behind him the wood burst as what remained of the doors flew open, cold fear ran down his back. Royal soldiers poured out. One that appeared taller turned and his sharp eye landed on him.

********

Stars erupted in front of his eyes as another blow landed. “Tell me where he is?”

“Who?” He would not betray his friend.

More blows landed.

Behind them he heard a shuffling sound. Blinking he saw a staggering Grantaire.

“Enjolras, where are you?” He rubbed an eye.

In his hazy sight, from under a swollen eye he watched as the tall solider turned to him.

The man grabbed Grantaire by the collar. “This Enjolras where is he?”

*******

A stewart helped Enjolras carry the trunk to the small cabin the two of you were going to share. You followed close behind and only kept your eyes on them.

The trunk took up most of the room.

“Your solicitor made arrangements that you and your wife,” Pausing, he glanced at you. You replied with a polite nod. “There is another gentleman traveling in a manner similar to the two of you. The two of you, and the man shall dine with members of the crew, if you wish it.”

Enjolras brushed his hands against his trousers once they placed the trunk on the floor. “We will consider it.”

“The food with us will be more to your liking, and what you are accustomed to.”

Enjolras, pressed his lips together and nodded. Reaching into his pocket, you caught the twinkle of a coin.

The man gestured dismissively with a hand. “Thank you, but all has been arranged.” He held the brim of his hat and nodded. “I shall leave you both, as I have to aid with the prep of departure. Monsieur, Madame.”

You could barely give him a polite nod. Your heart thudded heavily. Desperately, you tried to ground yourself, you fidgeted with your gloves behind your back.

The door creaked and the clang as he closed it behind him, it made you wince.

“Ange?” Enjolras’s voice sounded far away. You were certain you felt his solid warmth.

*******

A part of him was bemused. The first night he visited you, a fainting spell fell over you. Here you both were about to embark on a journey that would carry the two of you to a new life, a new world and here you were as delicate as a flower in his arms. And yet, you were strong, standing firm as he fought the royals but now you wilt. Something, about it made him smile.

He traced the curve of your cheek with his scarf. He was grateful they had left some cool water in the room. He taken it upon himself to moistened his scarf. As he continued to graze your features relief filled him as he saw a gentle stirring within you.

“Enjolas?” Your lashes danced against your cheeks as you came around. The flush in your cheeks was finally beginning to fade.

“Yes, mon amour?” Your eyes met his, he smiled.

“I fainted?”

“Yes, and once again I caught you.” He added softly. “Something I shall never tire of.”

******

You had removed the pins from your hair, they were in a neat pile on the table beside the bed. Nestling close to Enjolras, you rested your head on his chest. Glancing down, you eyed both yours and Enjolras’s boots as they sat on the floor at the end of the bed. Despite, being assured by the captain that the waters wouldn’t be terribly choppy, the two of you had tucked them into a tight niche. You hoped that the captain was right and the choppy seas would be later on in the trip.

Tilting your head so, you caught Enjolras eye. He grimaced.

“Shall, I refer to as Julien while we dine on this ship? Or as …”

Your words got lost in your throat. You had never imagined anything like this ever happening.

He smiled then.

“You may only refer to me as your amazing husband.” He paused and his lips curled into a quick smile. He cleared his throat. “In all seriousness, perhaps Julien. No one except my family knows me by that name.”

You nodded. “Julien.” You tested it again on your lips.

A smirk curled his lips. “I never thought I’d enjoy hearing my given name on anyone’s lips.”

You gave him a shy smile.

*******

In small mirror, you managed to set your hair once again. Turning your head, you eyed yourself. You gave Enjolras a smile as your eyes met his.

You turned and looker up at him. “Is it ok, that I’m nervous?”

He nodded. “Yes, love. But remember you charmed my heart and all those that met you. And you will once again.”

You nodded.

******

You practically hopped into Enjolras, grasping his arm while walking down the corridor. A sizable rat squeaked as it scuttled past the two of you.

“Don’t like rats ?”

You nodded, glancing behind the two of you. “They would constantly invade the cellar and ruin things.”

“I don’t like them either. I was grateful where I lived they never climbed so high. Though, Courfeyrac complained bitterly about them.”

******

As much as he wished to eat with the crew, etiquette dictated that a man of his standing would eat with the captain. To be fair, he had befriended General Lamarque and that had not gone so bad. Perhaps, the captain would share stories of being the ship.

Despite starting a new life he would not let it change who he was. Life would certainly be easier in some ways but he would remain aware of the world around him and you. Inwardly, he sighed. He had truly been given a second chance, a chance with you. He would make this work.

*******

“There I was standing on the foremast. The waves were as big as hills in the country side.”

The captian paused, and cackled. He brought one of his ruddy hands to his chest.

“Madame, excuse my enthusiasm. It has been a long time since I’ve shared my stories or been in front of a lady.”

“Oh.” You gave the captain a smile. “You are quiet alright, Monsieur.” You took a sip from tankard.

“You are kind. Julien, you have a good wife. It has been too long since we have had such a sweet presence on board.”

You could see how the remark pleased him.

“I will agree with you. Lucky a man is to have such a good wife.”

You flushed at his kind words.

*****

With your arm looped with Enjolras’s, you walked back to your quarters.

“I believe that went well.” You said happily.

He patted your arm. “I agree.”

“Monsieur Julien?”

Your heart stilled, a nervousness blossomed in your stomach. As you both turned to the voice.

Enjolras rose his eyebrows, as a questioning look washed over his face. “Monsieur Fournier ?”

“Yes, may I ask for a moment of air with you?” He quickly looked between the two of you.

Enjolras, pressed his lips together, then nodded. He glanced down at you. “I’ll see you back at our cabin.”

You nodded.

*******

The floorboards creaked and groaned as the boat cut through the water. The air, was not dank here on the deck. Glancing upward, he squinted as he took in the sight of the white sails flapping in the wind of the setting son. He marveled for a moment that a man could know the winds and where to follow them. Despite how brash the captain was, he was a smart man.

All that surrounded them was the water. He swallowed down the unease it planted in him. He didn’t like that there was no where to escape to. He felt as confined as he did in that alleyway where he had clanged swords with that solider.

He had thought surely he was close to breathing his last but Courfeyrac had appeared and shot that man down. He truly hoped his friend, his comrade was still among the living.

“Over dinner, it struck me you are Marquis Alarie’s son, are you not?”

Enjolras, stilled and he turned to the man. He had not wanted to go above deck with him but surely avoiding an invitation such as that would be suspicious. He, both of you had to be careful.

“It is I, Bellamy.” A huge smile appeared. It fought against the vivid scar that was across the man’s face. “We used to get into the muck quite a bit when our mothers allowed it.”

He narrowed his eyes as looked the young man over. Then his eyes grew.

“Bellamy! My old friend what are you doing here? And your face? What happened?” What had happened in his adult years. He had always been too boastful; he could only guess that it caught up with him.

His friend smirked before shrugging it off. “A duel with a Royal Solider.”

Enjolras’s brow furrowed. “What?”

“I had been flirting with this girl. Apparently, she split her time between me and the solider.”

Enjolras ndded.

“So, I made her choose. I am no fool.”

“You never were.” He agreed.

“So at one dawn; a few weeks ago was our duel.” He chuckled. “It was fantastically dramatic. Something that would appear in books. I even managed to wing him through the pain and blood that fell into my eyes after the blow he landed. Its by miracle my physician saved me.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “Your handsome face is gone.”

He smirked. “I have character now.” He took a step closer to him, his chest puffed out. “And he’s stuck with a girl with a so so family. Not that it matters now.” He sighed. “Father, figured I had better go to London in case the solider gets drunk and wants to finish what he started.”

“They can be pretty ruthless.”

He nodded. “He had wanted to deal a death blow. What little feelings she had lingering for me caused her to pull him away.”

Enjolras made a face. “She was there?”

“She insisted.”

“Ah, that kind.” He pressed his lips together.

“Yeah.” His friend gestured to his hand. “What happened there?”

“Solider.”

“Ah. Good thing, he didn’t take the hand.”

“Yes, luck lingers around us apparently.”

“Well, I better let you get back to your little cabbage. She seems sweet and delicate.” He paused. “May I be bold, old friend?”

Enjolras nodded. “With our past? Of course you can be.”

“I had always thought you��d marry someone more feisty.”

Inwardly, he smiled. You were strong, but he wasn’t about to divulge that. “She is my sweet girl.”

“Good. I am happy for you.”

*****

Enjolras, locked and leaned against the door. You immediately stopped pacing and came over to him. “Are you alright? Should I, should we be worried?”

Enjolras cupped your cheek, his thumb gently caressed your cheek. A smirk curled his cheeks.

Confusion blossomed in you. “Julien?”

“Nothing happened, mon amour.” He smiled. “He is friend when I was nothing more then a boy. He is not aware of what came of me after our childhood years.”

“The two of you used to be friends?” You brought a hand to your mouth.

“We were.” Enjolras chuckled. “He’s here because of a duel. He will only help our cover all the more.”

“Happy to hear it. I had been worried.”

“Soon, once we are on firm ground we will no longer have to worry.”

*******

Leaning just so, Enjolras snuffed the candle’s flame, once he laid back he pulled you close.

Greeting his past just now made he wonder. If he would have been that insufferable. Inwardly, he shook his head grateful his life led to this moment.

“Enjolras?”

“Are you sure everything is ok?”

“Yes.”

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One more drink XI. -Pierre Gasly series

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- Milan, Italy -

"You can't tell this to Pyry" He pointed at me while he was cutting up his pizza at the small restaurant we have found in one of the little alleys in Milan. We have had a small argument about where to eat because Pierre thought about a restaurant we should go but when I searched for it on Google and saw that it was one of the most expensive ones in the city I said no way we are going to that one. I explained him that I don't need it to pay hundreds of euros for food. He tried to make me understand he just wants me to feel like I'm important and want to spoil me. I don't need that, I need him to be real with him. Prada, Gucci does not mean that I’m important for him, a word of a touch means much more because that one cannot be bought with any currency. After our conversation he seemed surprised but I felt like he understood what I was trying to implement.

"He already knows that I'm the devil. So don't hate on me when you get extra push up for tomorrow's gym session." I giggled as I dived in my pasta. "I love cuisine in here." I hummed as I closed my eyes and leaned back on the chair enjoying the tasty sauce. "What?" I looked at him when he had a small smile on his lips.

"Nothing you are just so cute when you are passionate about something and you are enjoying it." I looked back at my dish with blush on my cheeks and pushed a strain of hair back behind my ears.

"I have wanted to ask if Fabiana was mad about your post?"

"She was never mad, she was just doing her job. And PR understood too, so don’t worry about it. But actually she is really happy for us. She likes you. "He took another bite before continuing."But to be honest, who does not like you? Just look at you!"

"Oh there are definetly some people, and there will be more when fans will connect the dots and find my Instagram account." I took a sip from my Aperol.

"If you ever feel like it's getting overwhelming, promise me that you will tell me about it, okay?" He grabbed my hand on the table and squeezed my fingers as he looked deeply in my eyes.

"I promise"

We have spent the day walking around in the city checking out every tourist favourite places like the cathedral and we could not skip the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II also even though we have had to fought our way throught the huge crowd. At night when we arrived back in Pierre's flat we were exhausted.

"I feel like I just did a shift back in the bar" I sighed as I kicked my sneaker off and laid down on the couch in the living room. His apartment was huge. It was really minimalist, white interrior with black furnitures. "I can give you a massage for your sore muscles."He hovered over me on the couch and started to kiss my neck.

"Hmm it would be nice." I hummed under him and tried to arch my back so he could have a better reach to my sweet spot on my neck.

"Go to the bedroom, and take your shirt off." He got up from the couch walking to the way of his bathroom.

" Are we already at that part of our relationship where I have to undress myself and you are not helping?" I joked with him as I walked in the room slipped out from my shirt and laid face down on the bed. I felt the bed dip between my waist before I felt his rough hands up on my naked waist caressing it slowly.

"Mon amour, I will never get tired of undressing that beautiful body of yours." He whispered close to my sholder blades befor laying some kisses between. He pulled his hands up till my bra and released the clips with a single movement. I winched when the cold gel came in contact with my back. "Sorry I forgot it can be cold." He giggled as he started to massage in the mentholy gel in my back. His hands were incredible. "Baby your back is like a brick, I have to start massaging you more."

"Oh please I would definetly sacrifise my body for your hands. " I moaned into the pillow as his hands were working up on my shoulders. "Fuck..."I squealed when he started to knead my shoulder.

"Mon Ange if you are gonna moan like this I will have a hard on soon." He giggled and pushed his hands more into my stiff muscles earning another moan from me which was followed by a laugh.

"But you are doing it so good, can I book a once a week appointment in your salon?" I looked up at him

"It would costs you a lot babe, I don't work with cheap prices."

"I can find out a payment method I think." I giggled and I pushed my butt up to budge him in the crotch with it earning a grunt from him.

"Never thought that in my life a girl wants to pay me for a service like on Pornhub." He laughed as he swiped his hands up and down in my back as he finished. "But I'm not complaining" he leaned closer and kissed my cheek before gave me a big slap on my butt. He grabbed on both side of my waist before pulled me up on all four. Leaned forward and grabbed both my wrist and pulled me back to lean on his chest. He swiped my hair off my shoulder so he can kiss on my neck easier. I hummed in response to him as he nibbled on my soft skin. My fingers waved through his hair and came down to caress his cheeks.

“Pierre we have a reservation for dinner.” I hummed as one of his arm came around my waist to pull me closer to him.

“Can’t I have you as a dinner?” He breathed on my neck and his other arm came up on my upper body and grabbed my naked breast which fall down due to that he unclipsed it for the massage. His hand which was planted on my waist went down in my leggings and stopped at the band of my underwear. "Do you really want to go for that dinner chérie?"

To be honest my mind was not working all I could feel is that how hiw fingers felt on my skin. The lust inside of me was off the roof, and I was breathing heavily as my heart was beating in rapid speed. This man was my end, he could just look at me in a way or with just a few words and touch and I'm melting in his hands and cannot put together a sentence. In return I just shook my hand which he got as a green light and dipped his hand in my underwear. The fingers on his other hand was playing with my nipple rolling and pinching on the sensitive bud and tugging a few times. I moaned loudly as his finger went between my folds and started to caressing my clit. "Let your voice out amour, want to hear you moan and scream." He whispered in my ear as his hand went up on my troath and pulled my head back to his way. "Tell me a number."

"What?" I breathed out in confusion

"Tell me a number how many times you want to cum tonight." I let out a shaky breath thinking back to his statement the first night we have had sex. "Come on baby don't be shy. You know how much I love challanges."

"Four.." I whispered

"Your wish is my command " He kissed my cheek as his finger started to circle in a faster pace causing me to squirm. As his fingers did wonders on my clit his other arm was still on my troath sometimes giving me a little squeeze on it closeing the air away from the lungs which just made the whole sensation much bigger and I felt my first orgasm is comming with rapid speed. I was on the edge of it when he stopped, I let out a frustrated growl and bucked my hips to have a friction with his fingers. "Really eager one huh." He laughed in my ears.

"I was about to cum and you stopped, that's cruel... " I groaned back to him.

"Yea I know but I'm not rushing anywhere so be patience mon ange." He kissed my temple before starting to circle his fingers on again. I moaned loudly as I grabbed on his arm and dug my fingers in his skin feeling that I'm on the way to my orgasm again and now it came much faster and stronger then a minute before. But he was holding up on my waist strong and pulled me back on his body not letting me falling forward on the mattress. "One down, three more to go." He turned my head and kissed my lips, I hummed satisfied as I felt his plump lips on mine. I turned around and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and throw it somewhere in the room. I let my hands go around in his beautiful upper body, caressing his packs going up till his chest where my fingers waved through his hairy chest reaching that gold necklace that always made my knees weak when I saw it on pitures poking out. I twirled his chain around my finger and pulled him closer by it to steal a kiss from him. I tried to push him down on the mattress but he grabbed my wrist. "No, I did not finish with you Mademoiselle." He pushed my down on the mattress and started to kiss his way down to my waist. He pulled down my leggings and panties with one swift motion and throw it down from the bed. He kissed his way up on my legs, kissing the inner side of my thigh really close to my throbbing core, but before he reached it, he pushed himself away and leaned over me and kissed me again. "J'adore chaque partie de toi. I adore every part of you." His fingers drawed small circles in my inner thight as he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Breath got hitched in my troath when I felt his fingers dipping in again between my folds and started to play with my hot core. As two of his fingers went inside me I arched my back and moaned loudly. He planted his other finger on my clit and started to draw small but fast circles on it as his fingers where pumping in and out of me.

"Pierre.. God..." I panted as I tried to catch my breath from my excitement. He was doing an amazing job on me, I have never felt this aroused before with any of my partners, he knows exactly which buttons he has to push on me to have a mindblowing orgasm. It did not take long to reach my second one, as I came I grabbed on the blanket next to my head as I arched my back and let out a small screaming of his name. "Jesus Christ... you are incredible.." I panted as I leaned closer to him and kissed his lips.

"And the best part is yet to come baby." He breathed on my lips and got up from the bed. I was still panting as I was wathcing him unbuckle his belt and pushing his trousers with his boxers down seeing his fully hard dick sprung up nealry hitting his lower stomach. I swallowed hard as my eyes were scanning through his body and everytime my eyes went back to his hard member I felt like I was getting wetter. "Like what you see doll?" he teased and walked to his bedside table to pull a condom out.

"You really have no ide how mouthwatering can you be?"

"Good thing is that you can have this sight as many times as you just want it." He winked at me as he rolled the condom on and climbed back on the bad positioning himself between my legs. " And I would love to take a picture of you laying on my bed like this, with that lustfull look of yours." He licked his lips as he push his tip on my clit earning a sigh from me.

"You can take a picture, so next time you are away you still have something to look at." I winked at him as he had opened his mouth in surprise.

"Jesus Gina, you say and do something something that makes me like you even more." He mumbled and leaned closer to kiss me as he pushed himself into me, I gasp at the still new feeling of him filling me out fully. I grabbed on his hair in the back of his neck with one hand as my other was on his chest. I could feel under my palm how fast does his heart beats.

"I like you a lot too." I mumbled on his lips and felt him smiling as he kissed me back. He started with slow but deep thrust, which turned into faster a little later. He was moaning in my ear everytime he thrusted as I was holding myself on his shoulders scraping the his back with my nails. I pushed my hand down between our bodies and started to play with myself to bring the pleasure to another level. He was thrusting in me with an incredible speed as I reached my thrid orgasm, I was whining as he was still thrusting in and out of me letting me ride out my high. But after I came down from my orgasm he pulled out and with and easy move turned me around and pulled my up on my fours. He pushed on my back between my shoulders to make me lower my upper body on the mattress and poking out my ass more. I pushed my legs more apart and laid my head down on the pillow waiting for him to take me from the back. He was growling something in french before he slapped my ass and pushed himself in me. I grabbed on the pillow and whinced as I felt him inside of him. He felt so much bigger this way and I have had no idea how is it was possible. The feeling of him filling me up this way was incredible. He grabbed on my ass and waist and squezzed it as he started to pound me from behind. I cried out from the new feeling of pleasure and I reached back and grabbed on his thighs.

"Merde.." He whined and leaned forward before snaked his palm over my troath and pulled my body up to his. "You are incredible.." He whispered in my ear as I was moaning his name out. "We still have one more to achive so prepare yourself babygirl." He pushed his hand between my thighs and played with my overstimulated. I cried out loud at the feeling of hurt and pleasure of the same time. "Come on baby I know you can do it."

"Jesus....I'm cumming" I screamed as my orgasm arrived with rapid tempo due to the new position and I crashed on the mattress planting my face on the pillow. I saw that next to the bed there was a huge mirror on the wall. The thing that I can see perfectly the two of us as he was pounding me from behind with rapid speed and deep thrust could even make me cum another time. He was panting and grabbing on my ass thightly as he was getting closer and closer to his own release.

"Putain" he let out an animalistic growl after it too before I felt him twitching inside me and came. He crushed down next to me on the bed pulling my body with his. We were trying to cath out breath again from our exercise and I was playing the gold chain on his chest, and planting some kiss on the skin under it. "Shit sorry I think that one will stay there for a few days." He caressed the skin on my hips which had some red marks on it from his grip. I shook my head and kiss his cheek.

"It was worth it." I leaned closer and packed on his lips. "That mirror was a good idea." I pointed with my head to the wall.

"Oh yes, seeing you in pleasure while I fuck you is one of the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life." He kissed the tip of my nose. I felt my heart leaps forward at his comment because I was thinking about the same thing but hearing from him made it different. "Were you serious about taking a picture of you?

"Yes, why would I not. I know it will be harder for us after this weekend. I won't see you that much. And it makes me sad." I looked up at him as I was gathering my clothes from the floor.

"You can come to the other races too."

"Pierre I have to work also, I can't let my brothers to do everything instead of me. And also if you are going to the US it's not like Europe. And I can't take that many weeks off from work."

"Yea I know and I understand.." He sighed and looked down on the duvet and started to play with the wrinkles on it.

"But let's use all the time we have now okay?" I tilted his chin up and kissed his lips slowly.

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“Pierre, when will the guys arrive?” I yelled for him from the kitchen as I was preparing the dinner. As I just finished with my sentence the door bell rang.

“I guess now.” He appeared from his room and walked to the door. The guys have planned a get together on Tuesday afternoon due to that most of them will be already in Italy and they did not hang out during the summer break. “Ciao!” Pierre opened the door and fist bumped and hugged Charles and after greeting Charlotte with kisses on the cheek.

“Carlos is coming up in the elevator too so don’t close the door.” Charles looked back from his shoulder as he was going around the kitchen island to greet me. “Hey, that’s smells delicious what are you making.” He draped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me before trying to steal a tomato from the cutting board.

“Pierre wanted to have tacos. So that’s what we are gonna have.” I nodded the mentioned guy’s way before I greeted Charlotte too.

“Where is my favourite Hungarian wine drinker fella? “ Carlos appeared at the door and greeted Pierre before came to my way and out the bottle of wine on the counter. “O tacos?” He beamed and he also tried to steal a tomato from the board.

“You guys are terrible!” I laughed and tried to swat them away from the kitchen.

“Can I help you somehow?” Pierre came behind me and kissed my temple after making his friends to sit down at the counter having some drinks in their hands.

“You can cut up the onions if you want to help.” I pushed the vegetables in front of him with a knife as I turned back to the stove mixing the meat in the pot. Not even a second later I heard a hiss.

“Gina, I cut my finger. I’m bleeding.” Pierre whined as I turned back to him and saw a little line on his finger which was not even bleeding that much.

“Me too since yesterday so please try to keep the crying on the minimum” I turned back to the pot when the room erupted in laughter including Pierre as well. I giggled as I looked back at him with a small smile making sure I was just joking.

“So that explains your grumpiness earlier today. I thought you did not have your breakfast.” He kissed my cheek and stepped away chatting with the guys.

"Hey, I got a mail from my manager about that for tomorrow afternoon we can go out one of the close tracks in here for testing out some cars. Would you like to come?" Charles asked as he took a sip out from his beer. I looked at Pierre with a pleasing look in my eyes while I moved my head up and down nodding to make him understand that I would love to go a program like this. " I guess she already decided" Carlos laughed as he pointed at my way and Pierre just shook his head smiling.

"Perfect, then I will send you the details about it and the time in the morning." Charles smiled and called his manager.

Everyone left around midnight, we were sitting out in Pierre’s flat’s huge balcony, chatting and drinking. They were talking about their vacation and the plans for the weeks after Monza. I was putting away all of the remaining food and filling up the washing machine, when two arm circle around my waist.

“I will finish this. Go take a shower, you deserve it. The dinner amazing, thank you.” He kissed my shoulder and then my cheeks as he was pushing me out from the kitchen. “And after we can cuddle. Okay?

“I would really love that, thank you.” I let a small smile on my lips and walk out of the kitchen.

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“Babe, are you ready?" He walked in the room searching for me as I was going through my luggage searching for what to wear.

"I need like five minutes to get ready and we can go. I just can't find my jeans I wanted to wear today."

"You know, you can pack some of your things out from the luggage I have cleared a wardrobe for you." He leaned on the doorframe wathcing me going throw my clothes in my bag. My hand stopped roaming around the clothes and I looked up at him. " I mean if you think it's fast that's okay. I just thought that maybe you can leave some of your things in here so anytime you come here you don't have to bring that much with you. " He was so cute when he was rambling while he was fidgeting with his fingers. I was studying his figure as he was looking at his feet, I got up and walked closer to him and ran my fingers through his and squeezed his hand a little bit to make him look at me.

"If you would like me to have some of my stuff here and it's not scaring you that we are going this fast then I'm okay with it. Just show me the wardrobe where I can pack my stuff out later." I kissed the tip of his nose and his eyes light up and a huge smile appeared on his face. All the words from my friends back in Greece were going in my head about how much he looks like he is caring about me, and thinks about this as a serious thing. And I started to feel like a few days ago that I can really fall for this guy quickly but really deeply. With this suggestion it just made my heart leaps forward with big thumps, reassuring me that he does thing this as a really serious one. And that made me really happy and my fear of serious relationships started to fade away more and more.

"Okay, so we have three cars to try out. Two of them are racing cars." The owner of the track was pointing at the two black cars infront of us. "And the last one is for drifting. If you would like to try that one out too, we have a full drifting track for you where you can try drifting on dry circumtances and we can make the track wet so you can try that one out." He pointed at a blue chrome coloured Mustang GT. "I will bring out the helmets ina minute until you can choose which one you would like to drive." He smiled at us and went inside of the garage. I took a step closer and ran my finger through the hood of the Mustang.

"I’m really trying not the jealous over that car when you are touching it like that." Pierre laughed behind me with the other guys. I looked back at him with a huge smile on my lips " I guess you choose your weapon."

"Yes, I used to drift with a car like this, but a little bit older type."

"You drifted?"Charlotte asked and I looked at her smiling as I nodded my head.

"Dude this girl is the coolest one from all you previous girlfriends. She has a bar, has awsome car, can fix everything on them and she did drifting too..." Charles shaked his head laughing as Pierre grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.

"I know she worth a fortune."

"Yes, my brother had a car like this. We all bought really bad conditioned cars and we fixed them and tuninged them up. So we could go out to car meeting and drifting shows. I had a Honda Civic it was my first car and I loved that car so much. But it was a piece of shit it always broke down in the middle of the road." I laughed as I remembered how many times I was fixing that car on the side of the roads, it always had some problem. It never mattered to that car if it was boiling hot or it was raining or snowing it could just stop, so I always had a bag full with tools inside of it so I can fix it up. At those times I was not laughing when I was laying under that car as it was showering but now I can look it back as funny memories.

"Okay I'm going with her!" Charlotte pointed at me after she took the helmet out of the guy's hand.

"Hey! I'm here too.. I 'm a racing driver!" Charles squeled offended as Pierre started laughing loudly which everyone joined soon. " Okay so now the game is on. We will have a drifting race. It's enough that you stole my best friend but I'm not giving you my love." He pointed at me threateningly but he had a small smile playing on his lips just as his eyes were shining mischevously. I shook his extended hand out in agreement.

"Okay, but don't cry when I beat your ass" I chuckeled and I got the helmet on and I was watching the guys as they were getting ready too.

"Hey cool one!" Pierre stepped closer flicking my helmet. " Show this whining one that you can drift better then him, okay?" He knocked his helmet to mine when I shook my head in agreement. " But come back to me in one piece okay?" He pointed his pinky at me and as our tradition.

I started the car and the familiar humming started I felt the adrenalin pumping in my veins. I put the car in first gear and started off at the track. I did some warm up laps before I nodded the guys on the side that I'm ready to start the timer. Charles finished with a short time on the track so I grabbed the wheel strgonly as I started on the track trying to beat the F1 driver. Even if it was more then a year ago that I drifted last it was like cycling,you can't forget how to do it. When I finished the track with a additional doughnut slideing really close to the wall where the guys were standing.

"So what the time?" I asked looking out of the window watching as Charlotte's smile got bigger when she read off the number's from Charle's phone.

"You beat him with 5 seconds." She clapped her hand together and I got out of the car jumping around the car before heading to his way and took my hand out for a shake.

"Thank you for the race Leclerc."

"You did a good job Gina." He smiled at me warmly as he shook my hand.

"I don't know if I should be scared of your driving skills or be absouletely turned on by them." Pierre hugged my from behind as he whispered in my ears after I took the helmet off. "But I'm really proud of you, this was awsome." He kissed my cheek as I was just standing there smiling happily.

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Once again back on my bs throwing out another insane but possibly valid Nexomon theory until Nexomon 3 finally gets a proper release date...

Going through the Abyssal DLC again, mostly finding hints on what they foreshadow for 3 (And it's quite a few things, a bit about sorcerers/witches already getting wiped off the map and a possible time-skip prediction of 100,000 years.), but the one thing that caught my eye was after the MC defeated Volcel [N:E Abyssal DLC part 4]. Long story short, it's heavily implied that the Abyssals were engineered like the Greater Drakes and/or Vados, but not in such an unnatural way that Deena couldn't have sensed it. In her own words, "Unlike the dragons and Vados, these Abyssal Tyrants couldn't have been forged by human hands."

Which leads me to the obvious conclusion (and indirectly the mad scientist Logan's): GENETIC ENGINEERING!!

And I'm obviously jumping on the idea that Metta made them (for obvious reasons) since resurrection would've opened up a similar scheme; besides, he's the only one of the fam with these skills so he had all that free time to do something else here. While following the assumption that the main element Abyssals (Fire, Water, Wind, Nature, Earth, Lightning) were modeled after the main Omnicron Fam, the Abyssals also share some physical characteristics with some Nexomon of N1 & N:E as well besides the nixed bag that is Venefelis, but I'll just go in order from appearance in the DLC then explain/ramble from there.

Major-ish spoilers for Nexomon 1 (& Netherworld dlc/arc) and Nexomon: Extinction w. the Abyssal dlc below:

1. Venefelis (Masquiti(?) + Kitsunox, Carnagrius, Fanfrou, Fuzztino, Felicient)

Like I said, Venefelis is such a mixed bag since she came out the gate just after Omnicron's bucket got kicked for good and the N1 protag thought any major world-ending threat was over and done for...Well that was a fucking lie and we all know it. While I feel that Venefelis got that hot-headed attitude (and obvious golden child syndrome) from the other cat-based 'mon, it's easy to see the similarities w. the Masquiti line even when they didn't appear until 1,000 yrs later in N:E (and the off-putting entry about Masquiti fits way too perfectly w. her "ghost" form Salem), but I digress. Whether or not Venefelis could be considered the first Psychic type after N1 (or the first uber-powerful Masquiti known to man), or maybe Metta made a replacement Omnicron on the side if his main plan failed (before he threw her out only to kill Hilda in revenge), that's already up for debate for me. [Also somewhat implying that Venefelis is a mutation of Kitsunox since the cape seems similar and she actively boasts about being the “perfect servant” in killing Hilda for a master she never knew nor witnessed (N:E Kitsunox are unwaveringly loyal too) but that’s my opinion here]…

2. Pluvean (Arqua + Harectic, Hydrose, Reeferus, Torrex)

Even if Arqua/Merida was always shown to be hotheaded and quick to throw a temper (even at the expense of a destroyed ship or two), Pluvean was only mean to be a sacrifice to either confuse the Guild on the Abyssals' purpose or direct their attention away from the real threats...Either way, he's pretty lax on what the Guild wants to learn from him (ie. the bare minimum) and is more concerned over why Venefelis revived him if he already completed his task with flying colors. While this might also relate to the calming nature of water as opposed to Arqua's unpredictable rage, it's an interesting starting point for the Guild (and MC) to figure out that the Abyssals are far from their usual brand of Tyrant. And I guess Metta wanted to see a cooler side to Arqua/Merida when she's not flaunting around with other humans, who knows?

3. Rotramus (Nara + Outgrov, Raksuma, Prisimazor)

While I'm not going to theorize if or how Metta got Nara's DNA to create Rotramus (which that would next to impossible without revealing himself), but it's pretty telling since the only things he has to do is 1. Hide from the Guild, 2. Nap out of sight of said-Guild, 3. Answer or follow any tamer's command without question or self-preservation if they find him (and 4. Deny and insult said-tamer's command without question if they attempt to turn him against the Abyssals); you know, it just like Nara's main deal of betraying Omnicron, joining the humans to destroy her dad and siblings, and wanting to live freely and independently as Deena. Even if Rotramus is perfectly harmless apart from not betraying the Abyssals at the drop of a hat, it's interesting to see how much of an iron grip Metta also has on the Abyssals despite none of them ever knowing their master by appearance or name.

4. Inominox (Ventra + Heliventus, Eqoloptera, Lurkennie, Voltosfrere, Swactrum)

Just like the vulture Inominox is based on, he fights only against tamers he considers weak and easy-pickings and has survived because of that for generations...Yet he heartily declares the MC weak and worthless despite after defeating two Abyssals at that point (Pluvean and Rotramus) despite clearly being the King/Queen of Monsters, then getting completely bodied in the process (mostly after using one Nexomon with a type disadvantage). Makes sense though since Ventra was always shown to be incredibly egotistical and overestimated her enemies in N1, so Inominox might've been so blinded by his cunning and "weakness radar" that he's the only Abyssal besides Helevolk and/or Braccus that don't immediately recognize the MC as Nexomon King.

5. Helovolk (Fona + Carnagrius (N:E), Oregoon, Treclay, Moltano, Shardrillion)

Sucks that I can't find an proper Nexomon to connect to why Helovolk is blind and as irrational as a ordinary monster, but it might relate to the theme of fire being a blind and destructive force if left unattended...Or Helovolk just got the worst part of Fona since he was just a bad-boy dude who always played by his own rules. Also putting in the revived N:E version of Carnegrius since they became increasingly violent after loosing their natural habitat, and Helovolk constantly digs a mindless series of tunnels to stay hidden and elusive...Maybe N3 will expand more on his personality/motives, but that's all I got for him here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6+7. Caelesa & Byeol (Metta + Raamu, Mistrallion, Starckal, Paupo(?))

I know I know, why add Byeol in the mix, aren't they supposed to be a regular ol' Tyrant? I mean, have you even seen these two side-by-side!? They might as well be half-siblings here! And if anything goes to show, if Metta dabbled with gene splicing with his own DNA, not everything was going to be all sugar, spice, and everything nice here (and probably experiencing ego-death with the "abomination" that is Byeol)...Maybe throwing in a bit of Paupo in the mix so the family resemblance isn't too obvious, who knows. Besides, they're both Normal type, they both have ring-like objects on them, and they both have a tendency to constantly evade the Guild's Tyrant witch-hunt without a care in the world...Possibly w. Byeol, but their lack of a noteworthy dex entry says as much (And on that note, it was only today ago that I realized that Byeol’s Nexomite/energy crystals are on the cheeks or might be the little stars floating around them…So I’m technically right and they have permanent dimples! 🥰). While Caelesa obviously has Metta's crassness around humans (only calling them idiots and getting huffy about the Guild labeling for a Tyrant for only running around as ordered), I headcanon that Byeol only avoids getting caught as a "game" and enjoys people-watching or nagging for attention so much that it easily weirds out the Guild. But I'm pretty sure Metta would've had a grand old time getting a 2-in-1 Tyrant deal while (possibly) pretending his mini-me cherub doesn't exist at all.

8. Braccus (Grunda + Broshield, Grath, Bitztrong, Rustung)

My boy Braccus is chonk supreme here, already topping off against all the Abyssals in pure strength and size alone (and makes it even funnier when his dialogue sprite takes up 1/3 of the screen on its own), but I have a feeling that this is the kind of terror and might Metta aspires Grunda to be before he "mellowed out" in N:E. Not that he did any kind of extreme damage on purpose, even Grunda's Chasm in N:E was made just from the Nexolord reviving him, and his entry mentions that it's only getting on Grunda's bad side when he goes on a rampage, so tamers and residents always had to walk on eggshells around him. But what does Grunda secretly want more than anything in the world? Take care of a small camp/village in the desert town Solus (aka Lateria in N:E) as its leader and as the human Ulrich (in the N1 dlc btw, sot it's an idealized verision of what he wants in the world...neat!). So yeah, even if Braccus was given actual freedom with distracting the Guild instead of a set-in-stone calling, he decides on his own that cold-blooded destruction was the only way to go...Until Xanders killed him, that is. And yes I will wholeheartedly believe that Xanders did it barehanded, he's just that kind of dude tbh. -Oh yeah, and who wants to bet that the crystal he has was ripped out of his chest? Either Xanders did it or Braccus did it for a power move, who knows?

9. Volcel (Luxa + Resonect, Resonic, Zappnic, Tephragon)

Isn't it interesting to know that both Volcel and Tephragon have an innate skill in tracking other people and/or monsters? While Volcel mainly used his skills to find a safe place for the Abyssals to hide in (aka. Precursor Mountains), his dex entry notes he "excelled at scouting and locating other living beings"...Maybe Venefelis revived him first to track the other Abyssal skeletons and find the mountain? Just some food for thought here...But yeah, I suppose Metta wanted his not-Luxa Tyrant to do something important and meaningful instead of being materialistic and smiting humans only for fun.

10. Kroma (Kromatice, Phantra, Hohopi, Rapilux, Dredrone)

And last but not least, the attack rabbit themselves! While I love the irony of a cute winged rabbit-fox thing having the power to control ghosts (and she was set loose in Immortal Citadel, you know, the one place already filled to the brim with ghosts...), I kinda believe that her appearance was purely meant to be a distraction to hide her true strength (apart from every other Abyssal I mean). While it doesn't clearly explain how Kroma controls spirits in the first place (and being strong enough to control Ulzar nonetheless), it might work like Dredrone or Phantra with a strange otherworldly energy or hypnotism. Sucks that she only got to roam free in a relatively short time, trying and failing to kill Hilda's apprentice Eliza, before Deena curb-stomped that pile of stuffing into oblivion (or not caring to do her mission with gusto since she knew their master won't show up, who knows)...But hey, at least we'll get to see them again in Nexomon 3...Hopefully.

Anywho, thanks for reading my growing brand of rants here, and here's to the future installment in the completely underrated Nexomon series!

#nexomon #nexomon extinction #nexomon spoilers #nexomon extinction spoilers #nexomon metta #nexomon abyssal spoilers #nexomon abyssal tyrants #nexomon byeol #Rotating more Nexomon theories in my brain like a microwave here...#If no one's gonna prove me wrong they're not going to do it anytime soon!#It's Nexomon 3 or bust babey!! >:D

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freesia-writes · 10 months

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Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 36 - Relief and Regret

Even as a cocky young shiny, there were a few people who saw the integrity and depth beneath Howzer's facade. Aurelia was one of them, but life tore them apart. However, when they found themselves reunited on Ryloth, with drastically different circumstances, they have to learn anew how to navigate a changing world and their undeniable feelings for one another.

Master List of Chapters

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapter posts not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death (chapters 12-14); pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss (chapters 31-38); sexual assault up to kissing (chapter 19); relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

Word Count: 2.1k

36. Relief and Regret

"I can take care of the late arrival. You should go home and rest," Lennox said, touching Aurelia's hand. She was sprawled across the diagnostic bed, face down, propped up with pillows on her top and bottom in a way that allowed her somach to rest on the cushion below and released the constant tension from her back and legs. Things had changed quickly; within a week, the clinic had been officially shut down, and the staff who had decided to join Chuchi's cause were operating under a new protocol that allowed them to continue to utilize the facility without it appearing to be in use. The unorthodox procedures also involved being ready to receive patients at any hour of the day or night, and Aurelia and Lennox were currently waiting for the arrival of a fresh rescue.

"I can't sleep well anymore, and this is the most comfortable I've been in weeks. Good call with the pillows, although I don't know how I'll ever get up," Aurelia answered, face turned sideways toward his chair.

"That's what I'm here for," Lennox said, now resting his hand on hers. A slight alarm bell went off in her head, and she slowly moved both her hands underneath her. "Sorry," he offered quietly, dropping his own hand to his side.

"It's okay. I just..."

"It's alright, you don't have to explain. Hey -- Fireball told me an awful joke the other day. Want to hear it?"

Grateful for his intuitive changing of the subject, Aurelia smiled faintly, "With a setup like that, how could I refuse?"

"Okay, so... There's an Ugnaught, an Ithorian, and a Mon Calamari at a cantina..."

A buzz at the door interrupted the thought, and Lennox rose to his feet, offering Aurelia a hand as she struggled to push herself up and off the pillows. It was taking longer than usual, and as another buzz signaled impatience, Lennox touched her shoulder instead, "Here, roll over."

"I'll fall off the side!"

"No, just roll, and I'll help you up."

Another buzz made it clear that time was of the essence, so Aurelia pushed herself sideways, rolling into his arms and cringing at the lumbering awkwardness of her movement these days. She was also shocked that he was able to hold her up with little struggle, and as he slowly lowered her feet to the ground, one arm still firmly under her shoulders, she felt self-conscious at the unexpected intimacy of the situation. Fortunately, there was no time to dwell on it, as he moved for the back door as soon as she was securely on her feet, leaving her to return the pillows to the storage cabinets.

"Took you long enough!" came a clone voice from outside, and Aurelia noted the slight stiffness in his tone. It didn't sound familiar, and as she finished clearing the diagnostic bed and made her way into the hall, she was surprised at the sight of two new clones. One had marks from blaster shots on his shoulder, abdomen, and thigh, and the other was one of the most curious clones she'd ever seen. He had distinctly lighter skin, a slightly pallid color, and a relatively gaunt face. His ears were covered by a metal apparatus that wrapped around his bald head, and protruding on his skull above it were some small metal dots as well. He was holding his brother up as they made their way into an exam room, and as he lowered him onto the table, Aurelia was surprised to see that he wielded a scomp link in place of one of his hands.

Lennox worked quickly, removing armor plates and assessing the damage with a skilled eye. The injured clone remained silent, and his companion backed away to lean against the doorway, watching the proceedings as Aurelia fetched the standard instruments and supplies, laying them across a tray at Lennox's side.

"Sorry for the late hour," the clone said from the doorway. "We caught some heat on our way out and had to change our route about three times. Ended up getting shot a few more times than we'd hoped, and then the ship's hyperdrive was acting up. I told Rex that we should have... Ah, never mind. We would have been here earlier if things had gone as planned. Sorry bout that."

"Things rarely go as planned," Aurelia answered kindly, trying not to be obvious as she studied him between passing things to Lennox. "You seem to have escaped unscathed though."

"This time," came the short reply. "But obviously I haven't been so lucky in the past," he said, a tinge of humor in his sarcastic words as he waved his scomp arm and rolled his eyes. "Anyway... the name's Echo."

"Aurelia," she said, "And this is Lennox."

"And who is our punctured friend here?" Lennox asked, nodding toward the prone figure on the exam table and earning himself a furrowed brow from the unamused Echo. Okay, so comedy wasn't the approach here.

"His name's Nemec, and that's about all I know... Except that he's a great shot, and if you can believe it, he can dodge blaster bolts faster than most. That should give you an idea of the kind of fire we were up against."

"Well, the good news is that no major tendons or arteries were hit, so he should be back to dodging in no time," Lennox said, finishing the last patch. "I look forward to seeing you in action, Nemec."

"Me too, Doc," came the feeble reply from the table.

* * *

Two days later found Nemec in considerably better spirits as the bacta patches had worked their magic. A final check on his range of movement gave Lennox enough confidence to release him back into the field, so he and Aurelia accompanied the trooper to the hangar to meet Rex. It was a confidential location, shared only with them under strict orders to keep it private from the rest of the medical team. As the door whooshed open, a few scattered clones looked up to check who was arriving.

Captain Rex was on the far side, having a discussion with Echo. As the trio headed toward them, a little whistle caught Aurelia's attention. Turning her head as she walked, she caught sight of Gregor, looking wildly different in his unique commando armor. He caught her eye with his classic grin and arched eyebrow, giving a little wave as they made their way to Rex. She smiled, offering a polite nod in return, and Gregor made an exaggerated motion with his hands, outlining a large imaginary belly on himself, then pointing at Aurelia and giving a big thumbs-up. She stifled a laugh. Only he could get away with something like that.

"Thanks, you two," Rex said after a quick debrief of Nemec's status. "We've got a bit of a breather here, so if you want to get some rest, now is a good time. Aurelia, you take care of yourself. Lennox, could I have a word before you go?"

Disproportionately curious yet clearly dismissed, Aurelia waddled back the way she'd come, giving one last wave to Gregor, who blew her a kiss. The clinic was all closed down, looking dark and abandoned as it should, and she slipped in the back door, taking the lift up to the apartments above. Rest would be wonderful, but her hunger was more pressing, so she quickly found herself rummaging through the refrigerator, taking her selections to the couch where she reclined in exhaustion. Propping her feet on a footstool, lap piled high with snacks, she rested her head on the back of the couch for a moment, closing her eyes.

"I like your style," came Lennox's playful observation a few minutes later, as he gently lowered himself onto the couch beside her, pulling a sandwich from a bag.

"I'm eating for two, you know."

"As you should."

"What did Rex want?" Aurelia asked, unable to hide her curiosity. They had been sharing more with each other over the last few months, and there was no need for subtlety anymore.

"He was following up on some information I've been asking him to keep an eye on," Lennox answered, setting his sandwich down to the side and turning to face Aurelia fully. "It's actually for you..."

Her heart skipped a beat as her mind immediately went to Howzer. Had they found him? Was he dead? She was shocked at how quickly her thoughts went from hope to dread, spinning with possibilities, and she didn't even yet know if that's what they were talking about. Lennox shifted a little closer to her on the couch. Pushing her pile of food onto a nearby table, she sat up a bit as well, sensing the seriousness in his demeanor.

"How have the nightmares been?" he asked, and her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"Less, or less explicit, I guess. Still some general themes of running away, being scared, though they're dimmer now. Why?"

"I've been keeping tabs on Gow--... on your old boss..." Lennox began, carefully dodging the use of his name. "It's a tumultuous galaxy out there, you know. Turns out that a rebel cell attacked a cargo transport from the doonium refinery on Ryloth, and they blew the entire ship up. He was on that ship, and he was confirmed dead along with its crew. They found the body and everything."

A stunned silence followed as Aurelia stared at him, reeling from the revelation. Her eyes dropped to the floor, roving across it purposelessly, and she lifted a hand to her mouth, gently clasping it reflexively. A hand on her shoulder brought her attention back to Lennox, and she returned her gaze to his kind face, which was focused on her own with earnest concern.

"I thought you'd like to know... So you could feel safe..." he offered, tilting his head and studying her face intently. "You deserve to be safe," he said, more softly now. He moved his hand from her shoulder to her face, hesitantly as though he feared her response, but she remained still, closing her eyes as he gently traced the backs of his fingers from her cheekbone to her jaw. He finished his caress with a featherlight pinch of her chin before dropping his hand to his lap, clearing his throat self-consciously as his heart pounded inside his chest.

The realization was sinking in, and Aurelia felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Opening her eyes, she turned toward him with a deep breath, brimming with inexpressible emotion. "Thank you," she whispered, shaking her head slightly. "I have no words..."

"It's okay," he reassured, offering a small smile. "I hope you can sleep well now."

"Lennox... I'm still in love with Howzer," Aurelia said abruptly, frowning at the ground before looking at him again just in time to catch his look of surprise mingled with hurt. "I'm sorry. I keep feeling like... like this is turning into more than just friendship. I don't want to lead you on."

He swallowed, looking down and pursing his lips before lifting his head to gaze at the wall. His hands folded together tightly, one thumb absently rubbing the other, and the silence was deafening.

"I'm sorry," Aurelia said again, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, trying to sit as straight as she could with a basketball-sized abdomen. "I... You're wonderful... You're so kind... I just... I'm not... here. Fully."

"Do you think you could be?" he asked, looking back at her with a sudden vulnerability. His boyish face was both innocent and burdened, and the sheer defenselessness in his eyes made Aurelia want to cup his face in reassurance, but she knew it would hurt more than help. "I know you're not in a place to make a decision, with all that's on your plate right now... But would you just... maybe consider... what a different future could look like? One with more freedom... One where you could grow old at the same time... One with less pain..." he stopped, biting his lip to stop the flow of everything he'd wanted to say for a while now.

"I can't," she choked after a moment of silence, unable to meet his gaze anymore. Her thoughts had turned into mud, and she tried to wade through them with any sense of coherence but it was useless.

"Okay," Lennox said quietly.

"I understand if you need some space, or distance, or whatever..." Aurelia attempted, but he shook his head with a wistful smile.

"I'll be here for you when you need me."

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ladyofthecastleproject · 9 months

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The Release Of The Thunderstorm Friendship

[AO3 version]

Suammary:

Daisuke and V-mon decide what to do regarding the new enemies, but they find themselves having to fight alone against one of the bad guy's troops. During the fight, something interesting happens...! Also Mimi and Gummymon (in Terriermon form) are there, but unconscious!?

[Notes: Takes place in 2008; This was the first drabble I wrote about the Digimental Weapons' awakenings]

After Daisuke deciding to work as some kind of digimon, V-mon had no idea how to make this work. He and Daisuke were sitting in the same place they had that battle with the mysterious eyed armored digimon, studying their options. V-mon wasn’t sure why, but Daisuke’s eyes were different from the usual: they seemed lifeless somehow.

“I can’t believe we’re doing it...” V-mon sighed.

“Less talk, teach me how to act like a digimon!” Daisuke snapped, his pouty face made him feel like a bratty kid all over again “I can’t pretend to be another human! We don’t know how many Chosen Children can come here freely like us…”

“That’s a good point” V-mon blinked.

“So… What can I do to act like one??”

“That will be hard…” the dragon-like digimon frowned, he had no idea what to do, “Daisuke, you’re a human and have no superpowers. You can’t fight either.”

“I know I know! I don’t think soccer skills are enough. Teach me how to fight then?”

“You know that’s dangerous, right?! A digimon is way stronger than your human strength! You could be killed!”

“Hmmm… What if I get something to use? Like a sword and a shield…”

“Can you wield those?”

“...”

“Nope!” he shrugged and V-mon lost his balance and almost fell on the ground.

“Then how can you come up with those ideas!?” V-mon growled.

“I’m trying to make it work! I’m not good at thinking okay?!” and he crossed his arms.

“Right… You can’t use superpowers, and fighting with your own strength is a bad idea…”

They were thinking until… something was heard from the horizon, a huge explosion and some screams.

“Oh-uh, something’s off” Daisuke got up from the ground, “Let’s go.”

“W-wait, won’t you going there ruin this plan?? We're still trying to make it work!!”

“The Digital World gave me this new outfit” he mused, “Um, maybe I can… Oh I know what to do!!”

A village in the hills of that region was under attack. A ton of digimon were running away from an army of rubber-suit digimon -- Troopmon. Palmon had been passing by hours before the invasion to grab some fresh fruits and herbs for a new tea mix she would like to give Mimi as a gift, and now she’s trying to help the villagers to get shelter.

“If I could send an S.O.S. to Mimi and the others…” she muttered, but then saw a Cyberdramon commanding the invaders, “I need to find a way to reach a gate and call Mimi--”

Another explosion happened. Palmon protected the baby digimon she had just rescued, but none of them got hurt. Suddenly, she saw Fladramon standing in front of the enemies.

“Fladramon?” she whispered, “Then, this means Daisuke’s here?”

Fladramon wasn’t a good option for this, because it could cause mass damage by setting the entire village on fire, but somehow there must be a plan right!? Palmon then noticed a smaller creature covered by a cape and hood protecting other villagers, and assumed this could be Daisuke.

But… Why would he be hiding his face? She didn’t know…

“Stop attacking this place!!” Fladramon roared, “Or else…!!”

“Or else what?” Cyberdramon laughed, “You will destroy us? You cannot beat all of us!!”

“Oh I can…” then the armored digimon smirked, and managed to hit and destroy a few Troopmon surrounding him. And then kept attacking, moderately.

Palmon thought it was a good hour for them to leave, but their way got blocked by a Troopmon. She was ready to fight when the mysterious hooded person-or-digimon hit the Troopmon with a brick on its back. Troopmon fainted and collapsed in front of them.

“Are you okay?” The incognito creature had a familiar voice at least. But really, she was clueless, “Hurry, get out of here!”

There was something resembling goggles in the hooded creature’s face. Without asking, Palmon and the baby digimon left quickly. But all she could think was: Why are you wearing a hood!? Something happened??

Fladramon kept attacking and attacking, until it only had a few numbers of Troopmon.

“I guess you’re not bad…” Cyberdramon clapped his hands, “But you’re exhausted, you won’t last another assault heheh.”

True, Fladramon was panting a bit. But his priority was to keep them busy while his partner-in-crime could get every villager out of there. So Fladramon was buying him time.

“Hurry up…” the armored dragon murmured, and proceeded to attack.

“I guess that was the last one” the hooded figure said, and then looked around to make sure he didn’t miss any innocent digimon “Now I have to pick up Fladramon and get out of here quickly…”

But he heard Fladramon’s scream, and he froze. Oh no, did he reach his limit!? And ran back to the scene. Fladramon had beaten all the Troopmon army and now was facing Cyberdramon’s power, with no chance of winning.

“You’re not strong, newbie” Cyberdramon had grabbed Fladramon by his neck, and lifted him from the ground, “For an Ancient Species, you’re no match--”

“Leave him alone!”

And the hooded person-or-digimon attacked Cyberdramon with anything he could find! Bricks, books, wood, metal… All he could throw at the enemy. It was… Pathetic.

“Oh, you got a small friend?” Cyberdramon chuckled, “Well, I will end you first and then send your ant-friend to their grave next to yours.”

“I… I won’t let you do that!” Fladramon and the mysterious critter said together, which caused the activation of Fladramon’s upgraded form -- BurningFladramon. The Burning Wings sprouted from his back and burnt Cyberdramon’s hand, freeing him.

But… something else happened: The D-3 beeped, and he took it from his pocket. A light came right from the screen and the Digimental of Friendship popped out… But its form mutated to something like a spear, and floated in front of him. With no idea what to do, he grabbed it and threw it at Cyberdramon, who got hit in his other arm. That spear-like didn’t inflict much damage, but once the enemy tried to remove it, it caused him to be paralized by the sparks it released.

BurningFladramon took the opportunity and…

“Knuckle Heat!!”

… He destroyed Cyberdramon with his fire blast. The boy blinked,

“Oh shoot, you destroyed the Digimental of Friendship which turned into that spe-- Huh?!”

Magically, the spear-like weapon appeared in his hand. BurningFladramon devolved back to V-mon and approached him.

“What’s this thing?” They said it together, but Daisuke was a bit frightened.

The villagers returned to their town, and thanked the mysterious duo. Palmon tilted her head, seriously why is Daisuke hiding his face!? Then, the D-3 beeped.

Palmon suddenly sensed Mimi’s presence nearby, and she, Daisuke and V-mon ran in the same direction, but still without talking with each other.

“Mimi(-san)!!” they exclaimed once they found her unconscious and…

“G-Gummymon!?” Daisuke & V-mon raised an eyebrow the moment they saw Gummymon (in Terriermon form) next to her, also unconscious.

The boys and Palmon gently woke them up, who were kinda dizzy but not hurt. Mimi also felt weird about Daisuke dressing up like that, but she couldn’t waste her time with questions…

“We need to call the others” she said a bit drowsed, “Wallace--”

“Huh, what’s wrong?” Palmon asked, “Mimi--”

“-- He got captured by a digimon…!”

“... O-oh,” Daisuke had a quick realization “I remember seeing him in the arms of a rabbit-or-whatever-was-that-digimon hours ago…”

“Did you see where they go…?” Gummymon was also half-sleepy.

“N-no… sadly” the goggle boy, frowned.

“What happened?” Palmon asked.

Palmon guided them to a big tree which was turned into a house inside, where she was living currently, and made them a sweet warm tea for all. Thanks to the tea, Mimi and Gummymon woke up completely from their sleepiness.

Then, Mimi started to explain:

“I was hanging out with Wallace and suddenly a gate opened in front of us. From there, a pink digimon came out and fought Gummymon, but he couldn’t evolve. It was too quickly and he got hit by something and fell asleep. He got carried back to the gate, but Gummymon and I went after them before it closed.”

“Then… the digimon threw the same thing at us,” Gummymon added, scratching his cheek with his ear, “and we passed out too.”

“Ah, that explains what happened and why we saw Wallace in the enemy’s arms” V-mon commented, “But why do they want him?”

“Hmm…” Daisuke stroked his chin, “I remember Ranamon wanted to prevent me from using some power… Maybe… It’s something powerful too?”

“Something powerful?” Mimi, Palmon and Gummymon repeated.

“I have no idea what it is, s-sorry…” and he said disappointedly.

“Well, what intrigues me now is where did you get that spear-thing” V-mon looked at the weapon in Daisuke’s hand which he had been wielding since he got it.

“It’s… It’s the Digimental of Friendship” he said, examining it more carefully now, “It suddenly appeared in front of me and took this form.”

“Huh, strange” they all exclaimed.

“But… Maybe this is the answer for my plan!”

“What plan?” Mimi asked, “Also, why are you here too?”

“Long story… A digimon enemy captured Hikari-chan and Miyako, forced me to come here and her boss appeared, fought us and… We… Died?”

“You don’t seem dead to me” Gummymon blinked slowly.

“Something or someone saved us” V-mon explained, “We don’t know how we survived too.”

“But what’s this plan?” Palmon asked, and took a sip of her tea.

“Uhh… Since they might think I’m dead” Daisuke said, “I decided to pretend to be a digimon to fight them!”

“But isn’t it too dangerous?” Mimi and Palmon said, giving a concerned gaze at the boy.

“It is...” Gummymon sighed.

“I know, but…” Daisuke showed the weapon, “I think the Digimental of Friendship wants me to take action and help somehow. It kinda paralyzed big buff dragon and let BurningFladramon have a chance of beating him.”

“The big buff dragon was called Cyberdramon” V-mon said, “But maybe if you learn to use it you could do something.”

“I just need a name and a disguise now!”

“Daisuke-kun, you’re acting weird… No offense…”

“He's been like that since an eyed armored digimon fought us...” V-mon whispered to Mimi, Palmon and Gummymon.

“Weird or not, I have no other choice!” he responded, “They were attacking us, they hurt our friends to hit me indirectly! I can’t… let them keep doing it! So, I will fight by myself and stop them!”

“I think you should call the others instead of doing something risky like that” Gummymon commented.

“Don’t worry, I will bring everyone here! They will help, but… I can’t stay with them, it will hurt them more!”

“I think--” And Mimi saw V-mon discreetly shaking his head and waving his hands, muttering something like ‘No, don’t argue with him.’ -- “I think we can help you with that.”

“Can you?!” Daisuke smiled, “Thank you Mimi-san! Please don’t let those meanies make them think I’m dead. Just let them know I’m missing but fine.”

“We will do our best!” Palmon nodded.

“Then, which kind of digimon would you be?” Gummymon asked, “Can you do that...?”

“Yes, I can get something with my D-3!” Daisuke rested the spear-like on the corner and showed his digivice “Koushiro-san once theorized that the clothes we get in the Digital World are based on our deepest desires. And if I deeply wish to get a different outfit, I can change it.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Mimi said, and then looked at the clothes Daisuke was wearing, “Those had changed from the stylish outfit you had six years ago.”

“Cool huh!?” he chuckled, “So… All I have to do is… think about something Digimon-like in appearance!”

“Change to something like an armor,” V-mon said, “If you’re about to fight with me, you need something resistant enough to protect you from getting hurt.”

“Oh! Like Knightmon’s?”

“But if you’re going to use that spear” Gummymon pointed at it with his ear, “You can’t be like a Knightmon.”

“Hmm, you’re right. It kinda looks like Lighdramon so… A Lighdramon-like armor?”

He grabbed the digivice with his two hands, and closed his eyes to concentrate. If he managed to change his outfit drastically and also to give him a cape, maybe he could get this Lighdramon-like armor too.

Magically, bits of data managed to change his clothes to a black armor with Lighdramon’s details. However, something happened in the meantime and its colors were not like a legit Lighdramon palette. Was it intentional or what? A bug?

“Scary...” Gummymon commented, impressed.

“H-Huh, scary??” Daisuke blinked, but since he was wearing a helmet now no one could see his face, “Oh, it worked again.”

“There’s… something off” Mimi said, “As I remember correctly, Lighdramon has yellow and red details… Like the spear.”

He looked back, at the spear “You’re right but… I can’t look exactly like a Lighdramon right…? It would be suspicious I think. Even if this is a bug or something, it might work better.”

“So you’re like… a Human variant of Lighdramon now” V-mon added.

“If I’m like a Lighdramon but not a dragon… Maybe I should be a… KnightThundermon.”

“That name is too bad!” V-mon snorted, “You can’t go looking like me and have an awful name!”

“How about following the same logic?” Mimi suggested, “If Lighdramon’s name comes from ‘Lightning’, then ‘Lightnimon’ should be a better choice.”

“Ooh, I like that!” both V-mon and Daisuke said together, in sync.

“Then… From now on I’m Lightnimon” Daisuke said, “And I’d like you guys to keep it a secret. If I’m wearing this armor, don’t call me by my real name.”

“Okay, Lightni-kun~~” Mimi giggled.

“L-Lightni-kun...!?”

“You said to call you not by your name when you’re disguised” V-mon rolled his eyes.

“A-ah, right... Um, we need to call everyone now. I can’t handle it all alone...”

“I will send them a message” Mimi took her baby pink flip-phone from her purse and started to type a text message.

“Good! V-mon and I will check if any other place is in danger. I will message you from my D-terminal or phone, either of them will work.”

“Okay” Palmon replied with a nod.

“Then, we’re off!” and he turned back to the weapon, “Uh, how will I carry this--” And the Lighdra-Glaive magically went back to this digivice, “H-huh…!? Well, at least this makes it easier to keep it stored somewhere…”

“First, we should learn how to use it” V-mon said, “So maybe we could train a bit outside…”

“Yeah, I guess… If I don’t know how to use it, that might be bad.”

And they went outside.

“Mimi,” Palmon called her, with a concerned look, “Do you think this is a good idea?”

“Um, no but V-mon is with him right? Maybe we can help them for a while…”

And she finished typing her message, sending it immediately to the 02 group and Koushiro’s email inboxes.

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tacos-goku · 4 months

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Ok today we're going to review Star Wars: Lost Stars (or *Estrellas Perdidas* since i have the ESP version)

Note: Includes Spoiler Free and Spoilerfull section, you'll be warned

It a really old book i decided to read cuz i had it in my house and i heard good things about it.

Spoiler Free Section:

The book is pretty good, the author already had a good number of releases earlier. It doesnt drag that much its very fluid, one or two chapters that takes place halfway across the book feel slow but its not a deal killer. For a YA novel no character feels horribly corny, at least not cornier than a regular star wars character, although they do start introducing a bunch of characters halfway that i mostly couldnt remember.

The legacy characters are used pretty solidly, they dont take all the screen but they arent sidelined entirely since they are pretty important to the story, aside from Darth Vader and Princess Leia most of them only get namedrops here and there, and those that do appear regularly arent particularly famous. You dont need to know who Mon Mothma or Admiral Piett are to enjoy the book. The romance is good enough, its not god tier but you can tell the author has experience writing and she makes it very natural, the romance itself doesnt start until halfway making it feel fluid with the character arcs.

One thing that did bother me for some reason was the cliffhanger, I thought it would be a sell for Episode 7 or some sequel to the book, but its just an open ending for a character that will never appear in another piece of media, and a very unsayisfying open ending at that.

I'm gonna give it a 7.5/10, closer to a 7 than an 8. Recommended for anyone who likes Star Wars and/or YA novels, if youre not into either you might not like it, but its not amateurish like most YA novels post hunger games, it has essence.

Ok now it's time for the spoilers:

The biggest detail that I found odd but I grew to appreciate deeply was the characters never getting over Alderaan and the Death Star's respective explosions. The EU and New Canon have both wanked Star Wars powerscaling so much we forget blowing up a planet is a big deal and this book makes the characters feel that. Having an imperial from alderaan who witnesses the event and instead of defecting doubles down on his loyalty is really interesting.

I also like the change in characteristics from the rebel and imperial main characters, SW usually portrays the empire as rows of rich white people (and a blue man or two) and the rebellion as a very diverse group of humans and aliens so making it so the loyal till the end imperial is a black woman who sees it as a way out of space detroit and the rebel who defects after the events of a New Hope a rich white guy who sees the empire more cynically is an interesting take, although this may be up to personal interpretation.

I did mention that the legacy characters are handled very gracefully, much better than those Disney+ shows could manage, but there was a chapter that did feel too fanservicy, where the imperial main character, Ciena, is the one sent to tow Darth Vader's ship after the death star blows up, it seemed too forced of a meeting between the two, seeing as Ciena ends up in Darth Vader's Star Destroyer anyways for the events of episode V and VI, besides that I didnt feel any problem with the og characters.

The alderaanian imperial, Nash, left a lot to be desired, the book employs a lot of timeskips so it can extend over all the inportant years it needs to, but Nash's character arc doesnt adapt to these, seeing him go from a cheery imperial pre episode IV to an angry loyal commander during and after episode VI isnt handled *horribly* but you dont see the progression since they dont take enough time on him to make you feel the change, I do like that he isnt made comically evil and he does love his friends even at his worst, that is appreciated humanization.

Finally, the post Return of the Jedi events are a bit rushed, you can tell Claudia Gray wasnt allowed to spill too much details on the events since this was released before The Force Awakens, but the insider look on post Endor empire is pretty good, I dont necessarilly agree with the empire surrendering one year after Endor in the new canon, but the book makes it clear that the Emperor quite literally was holding the empire together by himself via duct tape and lightning and how him and Vader dying sent everything downhill, the Battle of Jakku is a great example of it, showing the Empire just getting completely pummeled.

Any character I didnt mention by name I dont have much to say about other that they were either very good if they first appeared on the first half (The other protagonist Thane and other imperials like Jude or Kendy), or a bit forgettable if they first appearned on the second half

That's all

#moncayo review #star wars #star wars lost stars #lost stars #claudia gray #thane kyrell #ciena ree #darth vader #leia organa #admiral piett #mon mothma #galactic empire #rebel alliance

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headingalaxys-spicy · 2 years

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That platonic protector ask, but with Germany and France?? Only if it’s cool with you!!

This will be a pairing so Yandere Platonic! GerFra x Reader

So yeah GERFRA action with this ahahahahah.

Also with some spice so have fun.

🇫🇷France 🇫🇷

Yandere France is more of the obsessive type. He loves to be your hairdresser, designer, stylist, cook etc. This may not be a bad thing because you will never leave the house looking frunpy.

He will take over what you eat because if he sees you scarf down another bowl of cheap ass noodles he will have a mental breakdown. It especially drives him mad when you eat it like it’s divine food. *cue him biting a napkin in despair with tears flying from his eyes*

“Mon cher non. I can’t spend another second seeing you eat that low-quality food.”

When you are not near him he will text you constantly to see if you’re okay. You’d receive texts like ‘Lovely where are you. You’ve not replied in 3 hours. I’m getting worried.” He will have a search team look for you at the 5-hour mark. And he will smother you and not let you leave his sight for a few days. “You made me worry!”

🇩🇪Germany 🇩🇪

The level-headed one and as a yandere, he’s super overprotective and overbearing even when it’s platonic.

It will be a thing that he has the best well-trained German Shepard guard your house 24/7. He’ll even let you pet the good doggo if you can accept your new life as their live-in friend.

I mean getting cuddles, doggos, epic food and protection isn’t a bad deal.

Both of them would prefer to not have to capture you but they do have their breaking points. France would be sooner to snap than Germany.

How you met them:

Germany and Ludwig were doing one of their bi-weekly strolls through the mall. Ludwig didn’t care much for shopping but liked to have a good excuse to hold Francis's hand. Ludwig just passively window shopped while France had a passion for finding the most fantastic ensemble.

“Jackpot! Ludwig! I’ve hit gold my favorite boutique is having a sale along with releasing a new collection today.” Francis tripped over himself typing to dash towards the boutique's entrance. Fortunately, Ludwig was there to halt his dissent towards the marble floor. He had him by the waist and hoisted him up. He drew Francis in close and hugged him so tightly that he could feel Ludwigs expand.

“Don’t injure yourself Liebling.”

“Hon hon hon Allemangne~ later will be fun of course because I have a boudoir set I want to give you tonight.” He rubbed his nose to his in a cute way that made the German’s heart flutter. Francis giggled at Ludwig he enjoyed seeing him red and flustered.

“Ahahahaha zhat is nice Francis but please can you not say it so loudly. Or not in public?”

Francis takes the initiative and seals his lips with a kiss. He pulls back after a few moments and pauses to drink in the water from Germany’s crystal blue eyes.

“Well, I’ll see you in an hour frenchie. I need some more strong coffee.” I’m heading to that cafe over there and wait for you.” He gives Francis a kiss on his cheek before he headed off.

In just a few moments Francis would join Ludwig at the cafe. All was fine until an irate middle-aged man decided that today was the day that the cashier in the coffee shop had some hell to pay. Y/N a twenty-something just trying to survive on a paycheck that doesn’t make up for the hell she puts up with. Rude people who honestly wanted a freebie were the worst type because the audacity of some of these motherfuckers was real. Oh, how you held your tongue. A saintly job that required all of your sanity.

“YOU ARE A BITCH YOUR STEALING FROM ME!” (I may or may not be venting here.) The man shouts enraged over the fact that he spent his entire gift card at a previous store. And he wanted a refund because he didn’t like his ‘service’. You were edging on trying not to cry it had already been a long shift and you had two more hours to survive still. Your anxiety spiked and your body had chosen the freeze mode. Since the man wasn’t willing to listen to reason he can listen to silence. Of course, Gentleman Germany won’t allow this to continue.

Germany slammed his muscular hand down on the table with such force that left a dent in the wooden counter.

“Listen Schlampe If you don’t vant your tongue ripped from your skull I suggest you leave the lady alone. She doesn’t need anozhar asshole like you.” The man was stunned for a few moments.

“Whatever GI JOE!” He shouted back he put his old nasty Roten finger in his face. Ludwig takes not shit especially not people who show nothing but disrespect. He twisted his hand downwards. The man lets out a short but sharp yelp that scraped against the eardrums.

‘This guy really is an idiot.’

“Are you alright Fraulien?” He wanted to try to reassure the …really lovely barista. ‘Mein gott in himmel.’

“Yeah, just having a difficult shift haha. He’s the third freak-out that I’ve had today. And honestly don’t want to be here right now.” You were glad that someone stepped up but miserable because this was your daily life that had you stuck on an endless loop. You were drowning in it.

The man who recovered from the initial beat down still hadn’t had enough. He lunges for Germany because his overblown pride wouldn’t accept any other option. Ludwig uses his momentum against the medium-sized bulldozer. He slammed him to the ground and the man fell with a heavy thud to the wood-panneled floor. The man grunted in pain as Ludwig put his foot on his pudgy stomach.

“Listen here Schlampe . Now is a good time for you to leave. Unless you want to be 6ft and below.” The evil and cold look bit down on the mans pride and ego like the first bite of fresh wurst.

With a shaky voice, the man squeeked out a ‘yes’ and proceeded to limp away.

“Thank you. You can have this.” You handed him a free drink card you could hand to customers on occasions that they didn’t like their drink or it was made incorrectly.

“Thanks. So y/n how often are you here?”

German will inquire about your life and manage to get your number because in his heart he knows that he wants to protect you with his life. You were a klines Blumen who needed a strong force to keep people who want to crush you away.

“Mon Dieu She’s adorable ! Ludwig who is this!? Nice to meet you y/n I’m Francis. Enchante. Chere.” He kisses your hand like a prince.

This is going to be the day that they adopt you.

Turns out the old man that Germany managed to get out of your store was a part of the mafia and that means you’ll be harassed a lot so much so it’s not in your benefit to continue your employment. Of course, Francis and Ludwig are eager to get you under their care where you’ll be safe and won’t have to worry.

They will encourage you to pursue what you actually want to do in life: a designer, streamer, singer, engineer etc. They want to see you be had and have a fulfilled life.

Living with them is interesting you get to hear them have lovers quarrels all the time. And your vocabulary now knows French and German swear words.

“Verdammt Frenchie ! Ausgereizte Kredikarte. WAS ZUR Hölle !?!“

*continues arguing*

When these two make up they will vanish from the house for the night for passionate sex in a secluded area and they’re kinda loud. They’re both into the idea of the danger of being caught.

Life with your two protectors is interesting because they’re extreme opposites. But it tastes well together like strawberries and chocolates.

They’re most likely to be the most stable platonic that wants to take care of you. It would be a perfect balance of regulations (Germany) and some freedom (France)

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws #hws america #headingalaxys writes stuff #yandere hetalia #yandere x reader #headingalaxys spicy #hetalia headcanons #hetalia france #hws france #hws germany #gerfra

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mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake · 2 years

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Hi!

Headpat anon here,

Part 3 of

If the merc's S/O asks the merc to adopt a stray animal like a cat or dog that's found on the streets.

P.S. : uhhh.. you can actually pick any animal (if you want). (-_- ')ゞ

Here some ✨noice day magic✨

(∩^o^)⊃━☆✨✨✨

Wala

Oh no I forgot!!! I am sorry here it is!! Here is the long waited writing. Again I am so sorry. Thank you for the ✨noice day magic✨ 　✨✨✨ヾ( ^ω^ ＊) (I caught it yey :D ) This is long by the way.

Sniper

You found it while heading to the sniper's van. You heard some sounds and ruffles from a bush. You pushed the bush and...it was a puppy? It looked like it was stuck on a vine or something. You tried to untangle it but GRRRrrrrr oh sorry little pup just wanna help! You quickly untangled it.

You thought it was going to run off but its leg was really injured. oh. You slowly reached the puppy. The first touch the puppy bite you but you still stayed calm. The second touch and it calmed down.

You soon picked it up and ran to sniper for some help you were pretty near him. SNIPER!! what is it love are you in danger!! Nono just look. *shows injured puppy* Oh. I got something that could help it in the back come in!

You both treated the puppy and soon the puppy slept on the floor from exhaustion. *pat pat* I hope it is okay... Yeah. I think it's fine now. We already treated the injury now it needs to rest and heal.

For the next few weeks, you treated it. Nobody knew it was in sniper's van and only you and sniper go in there so.

The puppy was really gentle towards you...and was good at hunting and had good eye vision. Sniper taught it a few tricks. (idk what kind.)

Sniper and the puppy grew close. They always went hunting or just exploring in general. You also like the puppy a lot! It was so cute when you gave it head pats. (someone is jealous~) lol.

You both decided to keep it. Let`s keep em. yeah! It was a guard dog. It always alerted you guys when something was wrong and even helped sniper in some hunting situations! Overall the dog is a very good boy.

Medic (I am very sorry it is a bird it just needs to, this one is very different) Anf yes I know it is confusing pls just don't talk about it.

........bird. You both were walking around the base and saw an injured little finch. It was a fluffy little bird. One of its wings was injured! Medic look! hmm? *GASP*

You both quickly treated the tiny finch. It was badly injured on its left wing. Medic treated it well. He knew quite about birds.

You both cared for the little one. Even medics dove even comforted it! But there was a problem. it had trouble flying...

Hmm, what should we do medic it cant fly meaning it can't go back into nature safely! I don't know love...This might be tricky to teach this little one how to fly but we MUST try!

So for that week you, medic, and Archimedes helped it learn to fly. Eventually...

Another unsuccessful flying but it getting better but...I am worried medic that little one needs to.... *chirp chirp* *GASP* IT WAS FLYING. YES YES FLY LITTLE ONE FLY! You both jumped in joy it was flying it was flying!!!!

Soon it was the day to release it to nature it was ready to join back. And be back with its friends.

Ready medic? yes. You opened your hand and the little finch opened its wings and flew off. You both followed it. Soon the finch found its friends. Awww, look medic there back together now. Yes indeed. It was beautiful scenery. :)

Spy

You were walking around the base just looking for a notebook you dropped. Where did I drop that thin- Oh I found it! meow~ Huh? You soon found a white fluffy cat and its leg was stuck on a rock. oh no! You quickly picked up the rock and freed the cat. But you noticed something the leg was still bleeding and hurt. They most likely have been there for a while I should go take care of it!! First I need to go get some medical kit... hmm oh I remember spy has one!! (spy's room was the nearest and you didn't want to get caught so...)

*knock knock* Oh, bonjour mon amour. What do yo- Shh spy I have an injured cat right now...Do you have a medical kit I can use to treat the cat? Oh. um...yeah I got a kit in the back come in.

After treating the cat, you then explained what happened. hmm, I understand. What are you gonna do with the cat then? um about that...I just cant release this fluffball back into nature with a broken/injured leg...umm can we keep it for a while. *after some silence* *sigh* 3 days. YEY! Three days. okok I get it (spoiler it was not 3 days) (he really couldt say no to you ok?)

During the three days, you both made had quite the experience. Unlike the other cats, the cat was really sassy and elegant. AND was adorable as fuck. Spy kept on smiling when he was the cat and you taking a nap together on his couch. while you cutely slept and the cat purring. It was so cute honestly.

Another memory is when he saw the cat elegantly sit on your lap while you sip some tea. That sight was the definition of elegance

Honestly, the cat was a really good cat. SO..... Um, spy. yes? Can we keep the cat for more than three days... How long then hmm? (spy trying to act like a cool dude moment) like Forever. hehe you know the cat was not as bad as I thought, yes we may keep it. YEY!! :D

The cat is often seen on either your or spy's lap just there elegantly. (*‘ω‘ *)

So yep here it is hope you enjoyed~ it! Now, wait everybody! Here is a magic trick. *says random magic spell* TADAA!! ~(=^･ω･^) yep it's a little chonky cat and the cat to say pls pet them. Pls, give head pats them. Anyway bye~! *pat pat pat pat* (why do I say the most random shit ever in the end lol...)

#asks #tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader

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citrus-cactus · 10 months

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I’ll keep myself under anon because I’m afraid of people’s reactions to my own opinions… But I didn’t like how DtM treated one of the most iconic Daisuke scenes with a not-so-funny joke (in my opinion – please don’t take it personally) when the original scene was about Daisuke putting himself in Wallace’s shoes and admitting he wouldn’t be able to take V-mon down if V-mon had turned into the enemy. So may I ask if the redub uncut version changed that joke? Is it closer to the original meaning of the scene? I’m concerned about this one scene actually…

I'm not offended! I don’t begrudge anyone for disliking certain jokes or the whole of Digimon: the Movie (goodness knows that, while I have a fondness for and the most familiarity with the American English dub, certain lines/jokes REALLY grate on me). I don't want my inbox to turn into original vs. dub wars or an all-out hatefest for either the old OR new dub, but you're fine, and I hope I can allay your fears a bit!

I believe I know exactly which joke you're talking about, and it's nowhere to be found in the new dub. FWIW, I thought that the new version of this whole scene was EXTREMELY well done and faithful to the original (with the caveat that it's faithful as far as I know; I have not actually seen the Hudie sub because I'm allergic to torrents, so I'm operating from knowledge of prior/less accurate subbed versions here). Davis mentions exactly what you describe, and all the voice actors deliver their lines with appropriate seriousness and emotion that matches how the characters look on screen. I KNOW I squealed, at least twice (I squealed a lot during this movie. Even with imperfect knowledge of the original, I'm quite sure they did justice to the original intent of the scene, as well as the original characterization of Daisuke, Wallace, and Terriermon throughout the the film, even if the adaptation isn’t precisely one-to-one). Once it’s released, I’m hoping there will be future discussions about how faithful the redub actually is because I’m intensely curious, but I believe, at this point, it’s quite good. I don’t want to spoil the things that I noticed, but I think people will be pleasantly surprised at just how much of the original Japanese material made it into the redub.

I debated about whether or not to say this, but in the interest of full disclosure I will say that the new dub added one line that maintains a certain aspect of Davis' characterization from the original AmEng dub that I believe some Daisuke fans do not appreciate, and it also kept one line from the original version of Hurricane Touchdown that I wish they had altered in some way. The first is not a deal-breaker for me, the second is the main reason I say this film is *almost* perfect, and not *actually* perfect.

Putting them under a cut in case you don't want to know, also *technically* just my opinion, etc.

The joke that they added in the redub is having Davis condescendingly call TK by another name ("TJ") when he and Kari finally arrive at the flower field. It's really quick, it's the only time it happens, and it felt more like a throwaway reference to the original American English dub than a true joke... but it's there, and I know that might bother some people. Sorry if you're one of those people, but at least you’re forewarned (like I said, I don’t personally mind this and um… point for dub consistency?).

(Sidebar, but if you’re worried about Davis being excessively possessive of Kari, I don’t believe they added anything there. He does mention her a bunch, but IIRC that’s true of the original, and nothing that Davis said stood out to me as being OOC for Daisuke in that regard.)

The original joke that they kept but IMO should have altered is Terriermon and Demiveemon making fatphobic jokes at Willis' mom's expense…. yikes. That joke didn't work in the original, and it definitely doesn't work in the year 2023. I’m not sure how they could have altered it (have Terriermon just being goofy and trying to make Demiveemon laugh is probably about as good as you could do), but I do find it unfortunate and in poor taste; it's the one genuine misstep, in my eyes.

#asks #anon #digimon american english dub #digimon adventure 02 #hurricane touchdown #willis/wallace

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 1 year

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Spider Flower -a joke about getting eloped turning serious

Another successful mission. Her confidence in her team was confident and strong as they made their way back to the helicopter. Though, her confidence with herself was what kept them strong, a united front. Even with Rainbow’s recent staffing issues. Those she paid no mind to, she didn’t have time. Or, rather, it didn’t interest her.

“Lilli!” She turned her head at the call of her name, rifle tucked under her arm as she stopped. Gustav. Sébastien’s hand rested on her shoulder and she gave him a nod, the other operator leaving her side to head towards their ride. Gustav stopped in front of her, exhaling slightly from the jog over to her. “You got hit out there, are you alright?”

Oh right. That had happened. She turned her head and looked down at the tear ripped into her white uniform, the winter camo wrapped with a bloodied bandage around where the injury occurred. “I’m good.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing I can’t handle, mon beau.” Lilliane reassured him further when she saw the expression on his face.

But Gustav’s concern didn’t seem to cease as he adjusted his gun strap to free up his hands. The man gingerly took her injured arm into his hands, looking over the bandaging and the wound. “I tied it myself, babe, it’s fine.” Lilliane’s pale cheeks flushed some as he displayed his concern so clearly in front of their teammates. “Come on, we have to get back to base.”

The man sighed but conceded, releasing his lover’s arm. The two began to head for the helicopter. “How was I not supposed to worry? All I heard was you got shot.” He grumbled, but the woman merely laughed, light and melodic. It wasn’t that she blamed him for worrying, just that, there was a better time for it.

“If you want to elope so badly you can just say that!”

She teased him, the smile visible on her face with her mask pulled down around her neck. Gustav blinked, stopping as he turned his head to look at her as if she just said the most outlandish thing. Lilliane also stopped, her face falling at his offputting behaviour. But before she could ask him what was wrong, Maxim called from the helicopter, clearly wanting to get back.

“You know, that was the least romantic way you could have brought up marriage..”

Gustav sighed as they continued to the helicopter. Lilliane rubbed the back of her neck with a gloved hand, sure maybe he was right about that.. “Sorry sorry. Should I kneel here and now then?” She questioned him, trailing behind him by a step or two. The operator immediately looked at her from over his shoulder.

“Absolutely not, come on.” He shook his head at her wide grin, looking forward once more and pulling himself up into the helicopter. The woman then followed suit, falling into one of the seats beside Maxim. “I wish I could say I can’t believe you’d ask that here..” Gustav adjusted his gun on his torso as he got situated as well.

“Oh here we go..”

Shuhrat adjusted his shield as he leaned back. Lilliane sent a glare to the Uzbekistan operator, and despite his helmet, he notably turned his head away from her. “Well I didn’t know you actually wanted to get married! If I’d known I wouldn’t have made the joke.” She countered his words, uncaring about her teammates around her.

Maxim shot a glance to Sébastien, the latter shaking his head. Not his business, he and Lilliane had broken up a long time ago. And despite being her friend, or maybe, because of it, Maxim opted to lean his head against the frame of the helicopter, tuning the two out. “I don’t know if I want to get married, we never discussed it.”

“Well we’re discussing it now, aren’t we?”

“I guess we are.”

One joke..

#⋆｡°✩ Burn Unit #⋆｡°✩ Misericorde #𓆩✧𓆪 Flare #☾*✲⋆. fates' will #☾*✲⋆. creatio ex chao

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willowwhispersspeakeasy · 2 years

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Cani request another part of the injured cat mc with jade, floyd, and rook? Thanks in advance!

Anonymous asked:

Would it be terribly greedy of me to also request Angsty Cat Reader Edition with Floyd and Jade? This is the same anon, I am, absolutely double dipping here, so I understand if this is refused.

twst! cat mc gets hurt

characters: Rook Hunt, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech

warnings: (mostly) gender neutral mc (French is hard), wound and blood mention, eye injury, cat getting run over

French key: Mon Cher ("my dear" masculine) Ma Cherie ("my dear" feminine)

Rook

oh rip whoever harmed you. Rook will hunt them down and there shall be no escape. I hope they have their affairs in order.

"mon cher what happened!" the blonde rushed to where you were shaking, high in the branches of a tree. "did something frighten you Trickster?"

you offered the young man a pitiful meow, one that warbled at the end. Rook flinched, worry etching into his features. he knew that cry, it held pain.

"shh now my dear trickster I shall be your night in shinning armor~" he cooed as he made quick work of ascending the tree.

Rook pulled himself up to the brach you were hidden on, gently reaching out and taking your shivering form into his arms. you cried out again, and he saw the source of your distress.

your back leg was bend and bleeding, the fur matted and dirtied. Rook held you securely in his arms as he carefully moved the limb to fully survey the damage.

"oh ma cherie, who did this to you?" he cooed softly, stroking your ears to calm your whimpers. you blinked up at him, half heartedly offering his glove a lick of affection.

Rook leaned his head down, nuzzling your fur gently.

"you poor creature. lets get you to the nurse and clean up that nasty leg. I'll handle the rest, promis."

Jade

he had been worried something like this might happen. however while he was distracting putting distance between you and Floyd another mishap accrued.

a call of your name was met with a strained meow. only moments later a head of green hair and a pair of mismatched eyes found you.

Jade observed where you had curled yourself away, tucked into a hallowed tree trunk surrounded by moss and fungus. he tapped at the moss by his knee, trying to coax you from your hiding place.

your small body shook, frozen in place. letting out a sigh, the merman instead reached his hand into the tree trunk, grabbing you by the scruff.

as he started to drag you out you released a pained shout, attempting to scramble away. Jade was far to strong for your small form, easily pulling you out and into the evening air.

"now why did you crawl in there?" he wondered, holding you still and observing you. it was then he witnessed the blood on your face. one of your eyes was closed, the fur around it caked in dried blood.

he let out a slight gasp, scooping you up and standing to his feet.

"oh dear," Jade took quick and long strides, leading you both out of the forest and back towards the school. he maintained his cool and calm appearance, letting you whimper and cry into his arms.

in reality though, Jade was greatly worried. sustaining such harm when not in your human form could offer you some very severe consequences once you are turned back again.

he pushed the worries away, deciding he would face them when needed. right now he needed to get you the medical care before he jumped to any conclusions.

Floyd

but... he promised? Floyd promised he's protect you. that you'd be okay. so... you'd be fine! you've have to be fine. he'll protect you.

"SHRIMPY!" Floyd screeched at the top of his lungs. the black carriage barreled towards you at top speed and you cried for the merman.

you tried to doge the oncoming wheels but Floyd was to far and you were to slow. you let out a horrible wheezing squeak noise as the wheel made contact with your shoulder, rolling over your back and making a crack sound once it met your spine.

the carriage continued its plummet towards doom as you lay on the ground, unmoving.

"SHRIMPY NO!" Floyd cried, finally making it to your side. he had thought going outside with you would be fun. you're so small and cute in this form he wanted to show you the stables.

he thought it would be fun.

he isn't having fun anymore.

your nickname was abandoned, now instead Floyd called your actual name, his voice shaking with each syllable. his hands shook as he reached down to the feline.

he paused just before he made contact with your fur, remembering that he can't move your spine if its been broken or you could die.

he whimpered your name once more, sniffling as he tried to blink back his tears. Floyd looked around frantically for something to move you onto so you could lay flat. ripping a large piece of bark from a tree he returned to your side.

Floyd's whole body shook as he carried you back to the infirmary. he didn't speak for days afterword. not in class, not for work, not even to Jade. Floyd was completely silent.

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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baku - pierre gasly

back to some good ol’ smut, I didn't want to be rude so here is the reader and pierre celebrating his podium in Baku the old fashioned way (yes I know I'm late but I'm still not over that podium) also I don't know what to write next to any ideas or requests are greatly appreciated x

NOT MY GIF

warnings: smut, once again semi-public, pierre gasly, language, enjoy <333

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Baku was a great race. It was intense for everyone on the field, but it was particularly intense for Pierre Gasly who managed to scrape a podium for himself and his team.

You laughed as he crossed the line granting him P3. You high fived everyone in the garage as you bounced up and down with glee. Pierre had invited you to watch him race for the first time and you felt incredibly privileged to be sharing his first podium of the season with him.

You grinned with glee as he made his way onto the podium. The atmosphere around you was incredible as it seemed all three teams celebrated together, hugs were passed around from the different engineers and small jokes were exchanged.

It was only hours later, after several interviews and many people begging to speak with him, that you finally got to congratulate Pierre yourself. He walked into his driver's room with the same grin from earlier on still planted on his face. Once you caught sight of him you ran into his arms, Pierre laughed as he easily lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Well done Pierre! I’m so proud of you baby” you gushed in his ear as you tightly hugged him.

Pierre chuckled as he placed his trophy down on the table and hugged you back with just as much force. “Thank you, mon amour. I think you might be my lucky charm.” He squeezed your thighs as he spoke and you pulled your face away from his chest in order to look into his eyes. Pierre pulled his lips between his teeth as he watched your eyes dancing around his face.

You studied him in silence, noting the blush creeping up his cheeks and the small beads of sweat running down his forehead. You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling the smooth material of his fireproof undershirt under your fingers.

Pierre didn't want to break the silence, you always had a peaceful look planted on your face whenever you studied him and he had always adored it, but his body was currently full of adrenaline and there was nothing he wanted more than to take you on the couch. The possibility of anyone entering at any time thrilled him, so he kissed you.

He pressed you up against the wall and kissed you. He rolled his hips into yours as slipped his tongue in your mouth. You could feel your heart beating in your chest as you kissed Pierre, you lost yourself in the moment, something that regularly happened whenever he kissed you. You ran your fingers through his hair, playing no mind to the sweat that coated it, you did however pay attention to the grunt that left his lips as you pulled on his wet locks.

Pierre pulled away and moved to suck the sensitive skin just under your ear. “I want to mark you all over” he whispered in your ear before moving his head to replicate the mark under your other ear. You felt your underwear dampen at his words as your eyes fluttered open to watch him. They suddenly widened as you realised where you were and what the two of you were doing. You gently pushed him off of you and planted your feet firmly on the ground.

“What's wrong?” he asked as he placed his hands on your hips, a concerned look suddenly crossing his features. If you werent so flustered you probably would have laughed at the sight of him, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted with his hard on showing through his drivers suit. “Did I do something wrong, ma cherie” he spoke again pulling you away from your thoughts.

“No” you denied as you shook your head, “we can't do this here” you explained, moving your arms around you, gesturing to the room you were currently in, the room that anybody could walk into.

“Sure we can” he teased as he kissed down your neck, “you just have to be really quiet, ma jolie” he smirked as you whimpered, he placed his hand down your underwear, gently stimulating your clit as he continued to whisper in your ear.

“Tell me you dont want this” he added, you let out a quiet whimper as he inserted a finger into you, “hmmm, mon amour? Tell me to stop and i’ll stop”

“F-fuck Pierre” you choked out as you held onto his bicep, digging your nails into his arm, hard enough to draw blood but Pierre didn’t seem to mind as he continued to pleasure you.

“What was that, ma cherie? I didn’t quite hear you” he teased and added another finger. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he halted his movement. You quickly shook your head, not willing to sacrifice the pleasure he was providing you with. “Im waiting” he continued and began to move his fingers away but you quickly grabbed his wrist.

“No” you pleaded, your eyes closed in frustration.

Pierre grinned at the desperate look on your face, he slowly brought his other hand up to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear as he whispered in your ear once more. “No to what?” he questioned

“No, don't stop”

That was all Pierre needed to get going again, he quickly continued the movement of his fingers as his thumb stimulated your clit once again. “Are you going to let go for me?” he pondered, and judging by your face, yes, yes you were. “Go ahead” he happily sighed as his forehead fell against yours.

All you could focus on was the pleasure that you felt and the hot breath that fanned over your neck, you felt goosebumps rise on your skin and you involuntarily shivered. “That's it, mon cheri” he uttered as you clenched around his fingers, “such a good girl”

All of a sudden, all you could feel was your sweet release and you gripped Pierres arms to stabilize yourself. When you were finally aware of your surroundings you opened your eyes, only to see Pierre remove his fingers from you and place them into his mouth. The sight made your knees weak.

Pierre gently pecked your lips as he hoisted you up once more and moved you to the couch. He was careful as he knew you were still sensitive, he was sure you wouldn't last long, but honestly, neither would he.

He moved your dress up your waist as you pulled his trousers down. “Still eager?” he grinned, widening his smile as he saw the blush creep up your cheeks. He finally freed his member and almost hissed at the sight of his red tip. He looked down at you with concerned eyes, “you still want to do this?” he asked and your heart fluttered, he was always tending to your needs before his own, something that you loved him deeply for.

“Yes”

Pierre nodded and grabbed hold of your waist before gently easing himself into you. An unholy moan left his lips as he bottomed out inside of you. He gave you a minute to adjust before he started moving. You almost immediately felt the pleasure begin to build in your stomach. “F-fuck, mon amour” Pierre grunted in your ear as he continued his movements, quickly sliding in and out of you and reaching all your sweet spots in the process.

A quick, brisk knock on the door caused you to hold in the moan you were about to let out and Pierre to halt his movements. The sound of the doorknob moving caused your heart to hammer in your chest. “Pierre?” Pierres PR manager called as she opened the door a fraction of an inch.

“NO! No, don't come in!” Pierre almost shouted as he brought his hand to your mouth, muffling any sounds that you might accidentally make.

“Everything ok?” the woman asked as she quickly shut the door in front of her.

“Y-yeah, sorry i'm just...naked”

Your eyes widened at Pierre's words and he nervously shrugged at you. When his PR manager didn't answer he felt the need to justify himself. “I’m just getting dressed, i'll be right out,” he clarified.

“Take your time, the team just wants to take a picture together.” she explained.

Pierre waited until he could hear her footsteps move in the opposite direction to begin his movements again. He kept his hand on your mouth, he knew people were nearby and he didn't want to risk anyone hearing the beautiful noises that you made, they were for his ears and his ears only.

Your eyes rolled back and he hit your sweet spot, muffled moans filling the room as he continued to hit it until you felt sweet release once again. The look on your face and the clenching of your walls quickly encouraged Pierres own release and he struggled to hold himself on top of you, bearing his weight on his forearms as he sighed in pleasure.

“That was-that was great” he mumbled, still in a haze of bliss. You ran your fingernails up and down his neck.

“Pierre” you heard on the other side of the door, “Are you okay in there”

“Shit” he mumbled under his breath as he eased himself out of you, throwing you a sympathetic glance as you winced. “Sorry, I was-erm meditating” he choked out and you muffled your own laugher with your hand, looking at him with a goofy smile on your face as he quickly got changed into his regular clothes.

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