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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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Meet my OM! MC - Bean

Yes, she’s a self-insert MC. But that’s why I’m playing the game so lemme live aljkdaksdl;

Also! Check out this commission of Bean by @/frujiko !

Name: Bean (June is her real name, but they refer to her as Bean most of the time)

Height: 5′8 (173cm)

Age: 23

Sexuality: Bi

Likes:

Sweet foods

Peace and quiet (w/optional soft music playing)

Food that involves noodles

Steak (medium-rare)

Easy-to-play video games (Mario Kart, Smash Bros, etc)

Reading/writing smut

Thunderstorms

Open communication

Dislikes:

Anyone who says that cats are demons

Hot weather

Nail polish (on herself)

Chihuahuas (w/Luke as an exception)

Confrontation

Sudden, loud noises

People who lack patience

Ocular headaches (she only wears glasses when she has one)

Relationships with the Demon Brothers:

Lucifer:

Thinks he’s the most beautiful man in existence.

Is immediately attracted to him at first glance.

However, she’s also intimated by him, so she never goes out of her way to make a statement of her affections.

Lucifer embodies pride, which is the sin Bean lacks most (especially with regards to self-image)--hence why she’s intimidated of him at times. Despite him being kind to her, she feels like he’s in a different league.

Therefore, Bean does her best to treat him normally--trying to be someone he can rely on, and be proud of. (She really loves making him proud).

Lucifer, of course, is aware of the little wall she puts up when around him. Like there are thoughts on her mind that she doesn’t want him to know.

He respects her distance, at first, but eventually attempts to figure out what it is that’s causing her to treat him more distantly than his brothers (yes, it bothers him).

Aside from Bean’s complicated feelings for him, she’s always reminding Lucifer to take care of himself, and asking if she can do anything to help out.

Since she loves to relax, she hates seeing Lucifer so busy all the time, so if anything, she’ll bring him a meal, or come and ask if he wants someone to make conversation with while he works. (He appreciates her greatly for these little acts of kindness).

Also, once Lucifer finally makes her walls crumble and elicits her true feelings, their relationship becomes more physical (sharing skinship like with his brothers, etc). And she is ESPECIALLY flustered by any show of affection from him.

He tends to use her real name 90% of the time, which she doesn’t have a problem with. (It makes their relationship feel just a little bit more special).

Mammon:

Bean thinks his stupid tsundere ass is cute and annoying all at the same time.

She’ll bully him a little bit, but will always follow up with affection, because she doesn’t want him to take her little jabs to heart.

Since Bean loves the casino, they end up being gambling buddies.

Unlike Mammon, however, Bean knows when to stop. Lucifer only allows Mammon to go to the casino with her 1. Because it’s the Devildom and he doesn’t want Bean going alone, and 2. Bean had promised him that she would make sure Mammon stops gambling once he reaches the end of his prepared budget.

Mammon feels comfortable talking to Bean when he’s not feeling the greatest. Or, rather, there’s no talking, but just him holding onto her tightly, or laying in her lap while she pets his hair.

Bean enjoys all forms of skinship, so she’s more than happy to give him cuddles, hugs, etc. The only time she gets annoyed is when Mammon interrupts her while she’s busy, or gets too clingy.

Overall, the two get along fairly well.

Levi:

Bean loves Levi.

She relates to him in a lot of ways--including being an introvert, and enjoying anime and video games. So, she tries to befriend him.

After the whole TSL incident--once things get worked out--Levi finally allows her into his life, and they become close quite fast.

While she doesn’t understand half the shit he’s talking about sometimes, she listens to him and supports his interests nonetheless.

At least once a week, Levi demands that she come over for a game night. Once his brothers pick up on the trend, they start showing up as well (which peeves Levi sometimes because he just wants to spend time with Bean).

Don’t tell him, but every so often, Bean will message the brothers who tend to show up (Beel, Belphie, Mammon), and ask them to not come to game night since “Levi is having me help with a dungeon run and wants peace and quiet”.

....he has never said that to her, but she knows he wants to have some alone time, and so does she, so Bean doesn’t feel bad making up a little white lie.

Also, she absolutely loves giving him affection. She honestly can’t explain her need to kiss him on the cheek, or hug him for a solid 10 seconds, but it happens fairly often once their relationship gets better.

Maybe it’s the way he blushes, and slowly begins returning all of her shows of affection? Yeah, that might be it.

Satan:

Their relationship revolves around literature, love of cats, and late night discussions.

Bean and Satan see each other as someone they can have a solid, intellectual conversation with, so sometimes they’ll show up at each others doors with a bottle of wine, and a topic in mind, and will rally the conversation back and forth until they’re too tired, or tipsy, to keep going.

Bean misses her cats back up in the human world, so Satan makes a point of taking her to cat cafes, or sending her stupid cat videos on Deviltube whenever he finds one.

Bean isn’t into classic literature like Satan, but once the demon finds out she enjoys writing, he becomes entirely too curious as to what, and eventually (after Satan wears on her enough), she admits that she writes smut.

Satan becomes her unintentional beta-reader, once she shares a piece with him, and he actually gives her very constructive feedback.

He promises to keep her dirty secret (hah) from his brothers, if she sends him what she considers to be her best stories so far (because he honestly does enjoy her writing).

At the end of the day, the two have a comfortable, friendly relationship, and really value each other. Simple forms of skinship between the two come as natural as breathing air.

Asmo:

Asmo is absolutely the self-care force in Bean’s life that she both needs and fears.

Despite his self-centered nature, he’ll be damned if he allows Bean to leave the Devildom feeling anything but confident in herself.

And so, in spite of the fact that in the beginning, Bean wants to run away from Asmo, eventually he manages to become someone that she feels she can confide in. Especially when it comes to her body-image issues.

She feels like such a burden when she’s having a bad day, but Asmo is more than happy to be there for her--whether she asks or not--and she really appreciates him for that.

She’s also more than happy to be Asmo’s doll to dress up, put make-up on, etc. and he loves her for that. Of course, he loves to do those things to himself, but it’s so much fun to have a willing subject.

The two also have a habit of giving gifts to each other. Bean gives Asmo a gift to thank him for his kindness towards her, and then suddenly they’re in a constant back and forth of never ending gift giving. (It’s honestly really sweet).

And when it comes to skinship, Asmo is very open--giving hugs, kisses, etc. And whenever Bean initiates skinship with him of her own accord, he honestly melts a little.

Beel:

BIG TEDDY BEAR. Oh, and food buddy.

Bean wants to cuddle with Beel literally whenever possible. She loves walking up and being able to hug him with her face pressed between his tiddies. Because she’s tall herself, knowing a big boy like Beel excites her so much.

And of course, Beel loves all of her hugs, and shows of affection. He accepts them all with a smile, and is more than happy to reciprocate.

One time, Beel picks Bean up during a hug, and she gasps. Beel immediately worries if he had hurt her, but she just says she’s not used to anyone being able to lift her up, and Beel then makes a point of lifting her into hugs. He also gives her piggy back rides when appropriate, and her heart is so full for him.

They also end up going out to eat together quite a lot. Beel wants to introduce her to all of his fave Devildom foods, and Bean happily goes along with him.

If there’s ever a day where Bean’s self-image isn’t the best, Beel will make sure she doesn’t skip any meals. And if she expresses the want to change her diet, or start an easy exercise routine, he’ll be more than happy to help her out.

The two tend to go on evening walks together--since it’s exercise done in good company--and Bean appreciates him a lot.

Overall, the two are very affectionate and casual in their relationship with one another.

Belphie:

Low energy pals.

Literally will lay in bed next to each other on their DDD’s, sharing memes, and talking about random shit.

Bean quickly becomes Belphie’s new favorite pillow once the whole stuck-in-the-attic chapter is done with, and their relationship improves.

She’s a little shy about it, but Belphie honestly loves her squish. Perfect for napping.

If Belphie finds Beel and Bean cuddling, or hugging, he will absolutely add himself into the equation with zero hesitation.

Bean is someone that he can talk to without feeling judged, or like she’ll rat out his negative feelings to his brothers.

He really appreciates her willingness to accept him despite how he’d manipulated her, and hurt her in the past. In turn, Bean hopes that she can continue to be a light in Belphie’s life, and that she can help him continue to grow and change (despite him being thousands of years older than her).

The two tend to hang out in the planetarium together frequently.

Also, Bean will wake up to random messages/memes from Belphie that he sent at an ungodly hour while the rest of them were busy sleeping (and she loves it).

If anyone has any questions about Bean, her relationships with the brothers, or other characters, how she would react in certain situations, etc -- please feel free to send me an ask about it!! 👉👈

SFW or NSFW topics are okay!

#obey me #om!#obey me mc #om! mc #oc #bean

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mydisasteracademia · 3 years

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Random Shigaraki Headcanons

This boi. This grubby boi. I love him so much but at the same time he would probably literally dust me so... (oof this one kinda dragged on and on... lol)

Literally has no idea about real-life relationship dynamics outside of what he’s observed in his own parents, in Sensei, and in Kurogiri. All he thinks in the beginning is that people who claim to love you will stand by and let you be hurt, that villains took care of him better than any damn hero, and that he can only truly rely on himself. (And Sensei.)

It takes a loooooooong time of interacting with other people to break himself out of this mindset, and even then, sometimes it comes creeping back if bad things happen.

Getting into canon territory with this one, but really, really, reeeeeeeeally hates heroes because they didn’t even bother to help him when he was going through a whole mental breakdown. Literally one of the only reasons he hates them so much. I know this is pretty much canon, but I doubt he would ever grasp Stain’s ideology of ‘maybe some are good’ because in his eyes, not even the underground pro heroes even bothered to see if he was okay. Remember the scene from the manga with the old lady when he was a child? Yeah. There were bound to be heroes he bumped into, even off-duty ones, and nobody even gave him another glance.

Has extremely bad abandonment issues. If he likes you, he’s gonna want to keep you because he didn’t really have anything nice to call his own while growing up, and Sensei kept him fairly isolated so he literally tolerates nobody else other than him and Kurogiri at first. Reacts horribly when his friends want to break off the friendship. Goes through a whole depressive episode for a while, his old insecurities pop back up, and he really thinks he’s worse than trash and not worth anyone’s time or attention for a while. Prime time for Sensei to further twist his mind.

On that same note, if you’re dating, for the love of everything still good in this world do not break his heart. He will never forgive you. Literally will go to the grave before he forgives you for doing what you did (whether it be cheating on him or completely dropping him like a hot potato). Although this might also extend to little issues that make him feel like you don’t love him enough, he’ll forgive you if you show him plenty of attention and apologize for whatever he was upset over. If you cannot remain patient through his toxic mindsets, it’s best not to get into a relationship in the first place with him if you want to still remain friends afterward, because breaking it off means instant heartbreak.

Anyway! Back to happier, funnier hcs!!

The whole embodiment of the “Wears black in summer because I look good and am willing to suffer” vine. Will not give up his comfy black shirt and sweats for anything because yes, he does look good in black, and yes, he is willing to suffer. He’ll switch to a v-neck tee though. Even he’s not that masochistic.

Really prone to dry skin. I know that’s canon, but just... this poor man can’t keep moisturized to save his own life. Constantly has to apply a special moisturizer that’s specifically made for ultra-sensitive skin and has no scents whatsoever.

Will gripe about having to spend so much money on ointment and moisturizer for both him and Dabi. It’s one of the very few things they bond over, other than having a shitty father and pushover family... and their hatred of All Might.

Shigaraki 100% would be Dabi’s alibi if he actually managed to kill Endeavor. When it comes to the shitty dad club, he’s a fuckin’ ride-or-die.

Kinda sensitive over the fact that both he and Midoriya have the same sort of red shoes, but he loves his pair too much to throw them out. Purposefully aims for Midoriya’s shoes every single time they meet each other on the off chance that they get ruined enough for him to get different shoes, unknowing that he literally can’t just... get differently-colored shoes due to him being originally Quirkless (yes, The Shoes™ theory strikes again)

Literally never forgets a single thing about people he cares about. He’s the type of person who will remember every single thing you tell him about yourself, and especially birthdays. While he doesn’t exactly show his affection very loudly, he would be the type of person who tell you “happy birthday” on the day of as soon as he first sees you, and would treat you a little nicer all day that day.

This boy just has the biggest, scarred heart for his ‘good crowd’. I cannot stress enough just how much like Midoriya he could’ve turned out if he hadn’t been abandoned by society. This mf would give the green bean a run for his motherfuckin money.

“I really just hate the world and everything in it... except for you, maybe I could make an exception for you because you’re nice to me and I appreciate your company too much”

Even though I hc quite a few League members to be like cats when it comes to affection, Shigaraki’s spirit animal is a cat. Likes to lounge about in off-moments, slow to affection and very quick to remember exactly how people treat him, yet if he likes you he shows affection quietly enough that it’s not obvious at first. Like “oh, you’re in the same room as me. It’s not like I missed you or anything, me sitting right next to you at the bar when it’s totally empty means nothing. The fact that I’m looking right at you when you’re talking doesn’t mean I like you.”

LOVES HUGS. If you hug him and he likes you, you’ve probably made his whole day. Depending on how things are going, probably his whole fucking week. Just please hug him, he needs positive affection so bad

Major tsun-tsun. The most tsun-tsun. Grumpy until you get to know him, and if he likes you he’ll show you in little ways: listening to your ideas more, letting you stay closer for longer, maybe getting you something like food.

AFRAID OF TOUCH. I REPEAT, AFRAID OF TOUCH. Not from anyone he likes, of course; this baby is so touch-starved that he deserves a thousand hugs. But if he likes you, he will not initiate physical affection because he’s so afraid of accidentally dusting you. The memories of his family dying (except for his father, because #FuckKotaro2k21) haunt him almost every time he dreams (and if that doesn’t, then other traumatizing events certainly do), and he absolutely would not forgive himself if he dusted his favorite League member/civilian.

Definitely likens the rest of the League to his MVPs after a while of knowing them. Knowing how he operates, it’s adorable.

Would begrudgingly let Toga play around with his hair. I can just see him sitting blank-faced, staring at the mirror as she talks about whatever while brushing and braiding it into a cute plait. He would be hesitant to undo her hard work afterward, no matter how much he grouches that it “ruins his boss vibe”.

The kind of person to go to McDonalds at 3 AM just because he was craving chicken nuggets and ranch. Yes, ranch. He’s an old-school mf who don’t got no time for no barbecue.

Gets really irritated over Toga mooning over Uraraka and Midoriya, but doesn’t stop her from talking about how much she wants to ‘be’ them. (Encourages homicide. Advises homicide. Spinner has to stop her from actually getting ready to commit homicide.)

Disgruntled™

G L O A T S about the time he took away Overhaul’s chance to use his Quirk. “Yeah, we would’ve been satisfied with Compress taking his left arm away to be petty, but then Overhaul had to be a sentient piece of dick cheese, and well, y’know I couldn’t let him get away with that”

It’s becoming a problem. The others have learnt to tune him out once he gets going. Compress just smiles under the mask when he remembers it. Nobody knows what he’s really thinking.

His damn crowning moment. His apex point. There’s no going further beyond that (until he finally defeats Midoriya and takes over Japan as the world’s most feared villain of all time).

“Shigaraki, I’mma let you finish, but AFO still holds the record for being the most infamous villain of all time! Of all time!” <-- let the boy dream okay, he’s been waiting for this moment his whole damn life

Can you tell that I’m still horribly salty over Overhaul being an ass? Because I’m still horribly salty over Overhaul being an ass

Chronic emo phase. Hears the G note and just sighs heavily

Has probably seen hentai. Doesn’t really get the appeal of high-pitched feminine screams. Probably more of a tiddy man than an ass man. Just... boobie

His first fictional crush was Aeris/Aerith. Legitimately lost his shit when she died.

Man Crush Monday is Sephiroth all the way. Especially his one-winged angel form. Wanted to cosplay him for Halloween but didn’t because the cosplay was too costly.

Will make “That’s what she said” jokes in the most deadpan voice. At least Mustard kinda snickers at them.

Probably would’ve been pretty patient with Eri. Her traumatic past certainly would’ve pitted her as a kindred spirit with him, and he would think her Quirk would be a powerful asset if used right. Probably would’ve practiced it by destroying something and then telling her to rewind it so that he can break it again.

Shigaraki, holding Eri by her armpits: “I’ve only had her for ten minutes but if anything happened to her I’d dust everyone in the room to make her feel better”

The rest of the League: “???????? Okay?????”

Legitimately holds a powerful grudge against parents who abuse or neglect their children, especially against abusive fathers. Almost as powerful as his hatred for All Might. Will actively go after someone he sees is abusive to their children and will not let them live.

Would probably adopt an orphan after killing their abusive parents. “Oh, that was your dad/mom/parent? Well guess you’re mine now. Let’s go get chicken nuggets, kid”

Might somehow rope Dabi into going abusive-parent-hunting with him during a raid. Takes great pleasure in seeing the guilty party’s horrified, pained look on their face as they slowly dissolve into a pile of ash.

#shigaraki headcanons

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fantastic-bby · 4 years

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I’ll Fight For You

Pairing: Reader x Mingi

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Angst, fluff, Vampire au

Summary: Your’re in a relationship with a KPop idol who also happens to be a vampire who’s forced to save you when he comes home to you missing.

A/n: In honour of Mingi’s beautiful tiddies, I’ve decided to post his story earlier. San’s will be posted on Monday.

Warning: Violence, blood, kidnapping,

You stood on the balcony of your apartment, your breath coming out in mists as you waited for your boyfriend to come home. The first snowfall has just begun and you were watching the snowflakes slowly fall from the sky. The sound of a door opening and closing made you turn around to see Mingi entering your home in a disheveled state.

“(Y/n)-ah?” He called out. He came out onto the balcony after a while and you frowned at the bruises on his face .

“What happened, Jagiya?” You asked, your hand reaching to the cut on his lip.

“Got into a fight with Jongho and he threw a table at me.” He looked at you sheepishly. You took his hand and brought him inside, sitting him down on the couch as you grabbed your first aid kit. “Jagiya, I’m fine. I promise.” He said but it didn’t stop you as you started dabbing his lip with an alcohol swab, earning a hiss from him.

“You need to stop getting into fights with him. You know he’s stronger than you are.” You said as you swiped disinfectant cream on his lip.

“He started it.” He pouted at you but you simply scrunched your nose at him. “Kiss?” He reached his arms out at you.

“Disinfectant cream.” You shook your head. Instead he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, enticing a giggle out of you. He put his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent,

“You smell really nice. I miss you.” He mumbled. You wrapped your arms around his back and pulled yourself closer to him, feeling yourself warm up in his embrace. You felt his teeth poking at the skin of your neck,

“Hungry?” You asked, pulling away slightly to see his brown eyes had turned a deep red colour and a pair of fangs poking out from under his upper lip.

“I’m sorry I have to drink from you. I haven’t been able to feed since two weeks ago.” His eyes were sad, but he must’ve been starving and you knew he would never drink from you unless he really needed it. You knew he could last a few extra hours with eating human food which meant if he was asking from you it meant he couldn’t hold out any longer.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anyway." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled at you warmly and moved his mouth you your neck. You felt your body tense up slightly, the sting from your neck growing as he punctured your skin with his fangs. You could feel your blood flowing to your neck and your body starting to feel weak to the point where your grip started to loosen and you were starting to lean backwards. His hand on your back kept you upright as your vision started to blur and you blacked out.

"(Y/n)?" Your eyes opened to a very concerned looking Mingi. You looked around and noticed you were lying in your bed, slivers of sunlight was shining through the barely open curtains. You tried to move but your body felt too weak to even sit up. "Hey, no, don't move." He reached beside him and handed you a glass of orange juice, "I may have drank too much from you. I'm sorry." He sighed.

"It's okay." You felt your energy returning to you slowly after you finished the glass and managed to slowly sit up to look at Mingi.

"You passed out while I was feeding and you weren't waking up." He pulled the empty glass out of your hand to place on the bedside table sat beside you, letting you cuddle into his side.

"Hmm, I don't mind. It keeps you alive." You hummed, letting your finger trace circles on his bare chest. He rested his cheek on your head and pulled you closer to him. You both cherished moments like these. It wasn't easy being the girlfriend of a KPop idol and it was harder since he was a vampire which meant daytime activities were limited. Mingi had found a way to sustain himself in the sunlight but he can only spend a few hours before he started to feel the burn from the sun. It wasn’t just him either, the entire of ATEEZ were vampires, but among all of them Mingi was the strongest.

He had more self control, is able to sustain himself in the sun longer, his abilities were the strongest out of all of theirs and he could eat human food to hold out his bloodthirst longer than the other guys. His ability to teleport could take him the furthest, his telekinesis the most stable and Jongho was the only one who beat him in terms of strength. But being a group of vampires also meant that they would have to fend themselves off from other vampires. They were powerful as a team. Their synergy when they were together was strong enough to create some kind of a barrier from the outside world, making them able to hide their vampire essence from others who wanted to take them down.

As the days passed, Mingi was coming home in a beaten condition more often. You were growing more concerned of course. He was starting to lose time to feed and you worried that his abilities were growing weaker. But he reassured you when you expressed your concerns, showing you that his abilities were still at their peak and that he was still in shape to protect himself if he was on his own. His words etched in your memory, “If I ever need to fight for you or me, I’ll fight harder for you.”

You followed him into the studio that day. He wanted to grab lunch with you and you decided if you followed him he wouldn’t have to come all the way back to pick you up since he was worried another vampire would kill you if you were on your own.

“Noona!” Jongho ran into you, sending both of you tumbling to the floor.

“Jongho! Calm down!” You squealed when you hit the floor. “You’re going to hurt your ankle again.” You scolded him.

“Jongho,” Mingi put a hand on his shoulder, sending him a warning look which made him climb off of you.

“Mingi hyung has been cranky since yesterday.” Jongho whined and scowled at Mingi before walking back to where Seonghwa was. Mingi helped you up,

“You okay?” He whispered at you, linking his arm with yours to help balance you even after you nodded.

“I’m fine, Jagiya. Don’t worry about you.” You rubbed his bicep gently and he nodded, a worried expression not leaving his face. You felt Hongjoong teleport behind you,

“Mingi, don’t tell me you…” He trailed off and you turned around to see him looking right at your neck. Your hair moved off your shoulder and the bitemarks wouldn’t disappear for another day or so, making it obvious that Mingi had in fact fed from you. Your hand went to your neck to cover the bite mark but all of them already got the message.

“You fed from (Y/n)?” Seonghwa spoke up, making you turn around to see him glaring at Mingi. “You know how dangerous it is to feed from a person we know.” He scolded him.

“Seonghwa oppa, I’m fine.” You spoke up to defend Mingi, “I only let him if he really needs it. He won’t ask otherwise.” You explained, taking Mingi’s hand in yours. Seonghwa shot you a worried look but you could tell he was still angry at Mingi when he turned on his heel to walk towards the sound system. Mingi looked at you with pursed lips,

“Sorry, they get overly worried about you.” His voice was slightly louder than a whisper but soft enough that the others wouldn’t hear you talking. “Go sit over there with Soyoung noona. The dance crew is here to show us a new choreo, so you can sit with them while you wait for me, okay?” He pointed to the group of dancers and you nodded. You saw Soyoung waving at you to sit next to her since she was the only girl there.

“You want me to cover that up for you?” She gestured to the bite marks and you nodded,

“Thanks, unnie.” You thanked her softly as she pulled out her cosmetics pouch, “I ran out of concealer and I have yet to go out and buy more. If I had more I would’ve covered it up so that they wouldn’t see it.” You explained, silently beating yourself up for getting Seonghwa upset with Mingi. But Soyoung subconsciously read your mind,

“Don’t get too beaten up over it. Mingi’s lucky he has you,” She said as she dabbed your neck with concealer, “My boyfriend lets me feed from him when I really need to and I think I would’ve gone into a frenzy if he wasn’t here.” She smiled at you, “Before Mingi left the studio yesterday he looked like he was going to lose it. His eyes were turning red and he fought with Jongho because Jongho had found fresh blood and he didn’t tell anyone about it. I don’t think he knew how hungry Mingi was since they don’t exactly share their feeding schedules but it pushed Mingi over the edge.” She explained, sighing slightly, “I wish they told us when they needed blood. Some of the BB Trippin’ crew are vampires and we could help them find some blood if they asked.” She reached into her pouch and pulled out a compact to show you your covered up bite marks.

“Thanks, unnie.” You thanked her again when you saw how clean your neck looked.

“(Y/n),” Dahan spoke up beside you and handed you a cookie, “Eat it. If Mingi fed from you then you should eat something to regain your energy.” You thanked him as you bit into the cookie.

“Soyoung Unnie, Dahan oppa, can I ask something?” Dahan and Soyoung nodded. “Which of the dancers are vampires?” You asked.

“I’m one,” Soyoung pointed to her self, “Dahan sunbaenim, Uzin sunbaenim, Jaemin sunbaenim and Chan sunbaenim.” You looked around at the dancers as she said their names, “We feed on the same schedule. It makes it more convenient and it’s slightly easier to work in groups.”

“They should fix a schedule too.” Dahan gestured to the ATEEZ members, “If they keep it up, it’ll make it harder for them to find blood when they’re on the road.” You turned to Mingi, watching as he danced in front of the mirror.

“Wouldn’t want the LA incident to happen again.” Hanbyul muttered from the corner of the group, earning a slap on the arm by Soyoung. “Ow!” He looked at her with a scowl as she sent him a glare.

“LA incident?” You questioned.

“We’re not supposed to let her know.” Hojun spoke through gritted teeth from where he was.

“She was bound to figure out anyway.” He pouted at them. Soyoung rolled her eyes at him and looked at Dahan. Dahan sighed,

“While we were in LA last year, before their debut, Mingi went into a frenzy. He hadn’t fed since they landed in America but the others had found their ways to feed.”

“He almost killed Sangwoo sunbaenim.” Hanbyul butted in, earning another slap from Soyoung. He glared at her, lying down with his legs on Dahan’s lap. Your eyes widened,

“Isn’t Sangwoo oppa..”

“Our leader? Yeah,” Dahan pursed his lips, “Sangwoo sunbaenim said he understood that what happened was only because he lost control. But we’re worried it might happen again since their tour’s coming up in a few months.”

“Mingi felt really bad about it. If I read his mind all he thinks about is you, dancing and what he did. Which is why he started working harder to find a schedule.” Soyoung said, turning to look at Mingi, “He’s been working really hard lately. We’re trying to help supply them as much as we can but if they don’t fix a proper feeding schedule then it’ll be a problem.” You turned your attention to Mingi as well, watching as all of them were practicing with the guidance of Sangwoo, Jaemin and Uzin.

“How do you guys fix a schedule?” You asked when you turned back to the dancers, “Don’t you need like people?”

“We found a way to harvest blood and carry pints around to drink every two weeks.” Dahan reached into his bag and pulled out a small thermo flask. He handed it to you and you opened it, seeing the thick, red liquid swish around inside the bottle when you gently swirled the bottle. “We freeze it when we’re not using it and we heat it up to body temperature before we drink it. Cold blood doesn’t taste that nice.” His nose scrunched in disgust as he thought about it. You closed the bottle and handed it back to him.

“If we really need blood but we don’t have time to find a person we buy frozen pig’s blood. Tastes about the same but it doesn’t give us the same amount of energy so we have to feed every week if we’re left with that.” Soyoung spoke up.

“Frozen pig’s blood also makes the freezer smells like shit. So I’m glad they don’t use it that much.” Hanbyul commented.

“You keep complaining one day I’m going to make you drink it.” Soyoung scowled at him, “Aish, so whiny.” Hanbyul stuck his tongue out at her in retaliation. She glared at him once again before turning back to you but you weren’t looking at the dancers anymore. You were focused on Mingi’s dancing, amazed at the way his body was keeping up with the song. “(Y/n),” Soyoung tapped on your knee to get your attention back to her, “I advise you to talk to Mingi. Ask him to see if he can convince the other members to fix a schedule. You should also keep some pig’s blood in your freezer. He can’t feed from you every time he’s about to go into a frenzy.” Her face was full of concern. So was Dahan’s. “You could actually die if he feeds from you even if its every month.” You bit your lip as you thought about it.

“We don’t want to scare you, but we need to look out for them and we need to look out for their loved ones too.” Dahan gave you a half smile.

“Just because Mingi’s the strongest out of all of them doesn’t mean he can stop himself completely when he’s gone into a frenzy.” Jaemin spoke up from behind you. He was wiping the sweat off of his face with a face towel. “Once a vampire goes into a frenzy, no human can stop them. Which is why when he went into a frenzy on Sangwoo hunbaenim I had to rip him off of him and force my arm into his mouth so that he would drink my blood. A frenzied vampire won’t stop until they’ve drank enough blood to control themselves.”

“And another vampire’s blood is the only blood that a frenzied can drink to return back to its stable state without killing it’s prey.” Dahan nodded. “If a vampire ever goes into a frenzy on a human, they’ll drink until they’ve completely dried up the human. But a pint of vampire’s blood is equivalent to two pints of a human’s.”

“Pig’s blood is half of a human’s. Which is why we drink more pig’s blood if that’s all we can get our hands on.” Soyoung continued, “But if we have vampire blood, we won’t need to feed for a whole month.”

“Is that why vampires go after other vampires? So they can feed less often?” You asked. All three of them nodded.

“If that’s the case then stop feeding from me when I’m sleeping.” Hanbyul sat up and punched Dahan’s arm. “Go drink from Sangwoo sunbaenim or Soyoung hunbaenim.” He whined.

“Drinking from Sangwoo sunbaenim is rude and Soyoung hunbaenim’s boyfriend would kill me.” Dahan pushed Hanbyul’s leg off of his lap. “Plus you sleep like a rock.” He stuck his tongue out at him, both of them whining at each other while Soyoung scolded them for acting like babies. You turned back to Mingi who caught your gaze and waved at you briefly. You smiled and waved back at him.

“So what do you feel like eating?” Mingi asked as you both left the KQ building.

“Whatever you feel like.” You hummed.

“Yang nyum chicken or bulgogi?” He asked you, taking your hand into the pocket of his winter jacket to keep your hand warm. Your eyes sparked,

“Bulgogi!” His face lit up at your excitement and he nodded,

“Bulgogi it is then.” As you both walked down the sidewalk, you remembered Soyoung’s advice and you turned your head to Mingi,

“Jagiya,” You spoke up, making him turn to you, “Soyoung told me about what happened in LA.” Mingi froze in his tracks, his hand tightening around yours. He pulled you to the side and looked at you. He looked scared.

“You’re not scared of me, are you? It only happened because we couldn’t find any blood and we ran out of pig’s blood and,” He started to stutter, his eyes were filling with tears and you quickly pulled your hand out of his pocket to cup his face with both your hands.

“Mingi, calm down.” You spoke softly at him, keeping his eyes on yours, “I’m not scared of you, I promise.” He started to calm down, his hand reaching up to your right hand. “But I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell me. I would’ve stocked up the freezer with pig’s blood if I knew that happened.”

“I didn’t want to scare you.” His hand squeezed yours, “I didn’t want you to run away from me.” He turned his head away but you saw the tear run down his face. You turned his head back so he was facing you, your thumb wiping away the single tear,

“I’m not going to run away from you, okay?” You gave him a gentle smile, “I love you. A lot. And if I was scared of you I wouldn’t be with you right now. I feel safe around you, okay?” He nodded, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your palm. You wrapped your arm around his bicep as you started walking again. “On the way home, we’ll stop by a market and I’ll buy you frozen pig’s blood, okay? We need to get you and the others on a schedule too so invite them over tonight so you can share it with them.” He hummed in response, stopping you for a moment.

“Thank you, Jagiya.” He smiled and pressed his lips to yours.

Mingi walked into your apartment, his phone dropping out of his hand when he saw the disarray of the apartment. He felt his heart drop and he felt like he was going to throw up.

“(Y/n)?!” He ran through every room. He picked up his phone, pressing Yunho’s number, his body was shaking, making it hard for him to hold the phone steadily to his ear. “H-Hyung, come over p-please.” Yunho didn’t need any explanation and hung up immediately. He appeared in Mingi’s kitchen, his eyes widening with the state of his best friend’s apartment. “(Y/n)’s missing.” Mingi looked at him with glassy eyes.

“Mingi, I told you I foresaw this.” Yunho wasn’t trying to make him more frantic, but when he told Mingi he had a vision of you disappearing, Mingi brushed it off. “I told you to trust my vision and you didn’t.”

“Where did they take her?” Mingi stormed up to Yunho, “Did you see them where they were going?! Your vision, hyung, your vision!” He grabbed onto Yunho’s shoulders, “Hyung where did they take her?!” He yelled at him.

“I don’t know! This is why I told you to keep her with with another vampire at all times!” Yunho pushed Mingi off of him.

“Where’s Yeosang? I need his sight.” Mingi one of your necklaces before leaving, slamming the door behind him as he and Yunho ran to Yeosang’s apartment. The thought of teleporting slipped both their racing minds, but his apartment was only 5 minutes away with the speed that they were running. Mingi was banging on the door frantically, the door opening to a sleepy Yeosang with messy hair.

“What are you doing?” He grumbled. Mingi held your necklace in front of him,

“Find her.” He said, looking at him with pleading eyes. Yeosang looked at the necklace then at Mingi before realising what had happened. He nodded, letting Mingi and Yunho into his apartment. Yeosang went over to Wooyoung’s door, knocking on it and opening the door.

“(Y/n) disappeared.” He said to Wooyoung who was sitting on his bed in the darkness, the light of his laptop shining on his face. He quickly shut his laptop and scrambled out of bed, heading out of the room and into San’s bedroom. San emerged from the bedroom, his hair messy with Wooyoung following behind him.

“Has anyone called the others?” Wooyoung asked.

“I called Hongjoong and told him to wake up Seonghwa. Jongho just woke up, he’s on the way here now.” Yunho nodded.

“Yeosang, hyung, please hurry.” Mingi stopped pacing and looked at Yeosang with pleading eyes. Yeosang nodded sitting on the dining table and clutching your necklace in your hands.

“You two,” Mingi turned to Wooyoung and San, “Get changed. The moment we can pin her location we go after her.” They both nodded and disappeared into their rooms. Yeosang closed his eyes, holding your necklace in both hands and pressing it to his forehead. The door knocked and Yunho opened it to reveal Jongho,

“Hyung, what’s going on?” He asked Yunho. Yunho had called Jongho without explaining anything to him while they were running to Yeosang’s apartment.

“My vision came true, (Y/n) is missing.” Yunho told him. Jongho’s eyes widened and he froze,

“(Y/n) noona? She’s missing?” He slipped off his coat and put it on the counter.

“The apartment’s a fucking mess, our shit’s all over the place.” Mingi explained, his head in his hands as he sat on the couch. The sound of the keypad being pressed came from the door and Seonghwa opened the door with Hongjoong following. Wooyoung and San stepped out of their rooms and everyone except Mingi gathered around the dining table, intently waiting for Yeosang’s reading. His eyes were moving under his eyelids, his mouth twitching.

He started to mutter out unintelligible words, his eyes not opening. San moved his head closer to Yeosang’s mouth, trying to listen. Yeosang continued to whisper what sounded like an address. San moved away when Yeosang let out a choked gasp and slammed his hands on the table, blood started to drip from his nose as he breathed heavily, “She’s in Gangnam with a group of vampires. Whoever took her,” He paused to cough, a small splatter of blood hitting the table, “Is either on their way to Gangnam or has already reached Gangnam.” Jongho handed him a tissue and he wiped the blood off of his face and the table.

“Yeosang, change. We’re going to Gangnam.” Mingi said as he stood up. Yeosang nodded and quickly stumbled into his room. Mingi went over to the table to pick up your necklace.

“Hyung, if anything happens to her we’re going to kill whoever took her.” Jongho said as he put a hand on his shoulder. Mingi nodded, putting your necklace into the pocket of his shirt. As soon as Yeosang came out of the room he came to the dining table.

“Yeosang, are you okay?” Mingi asked in which Yeosang nodded, wiping the last of his blood off of his lips. “Good, there’s only one way we can reach them in time.” They exchanged glances among each other and then all of their eyes landed on Jongho. He looked at his hyungs,

“Woah, what’s with the look?” He backed up a bit. They all knew he was the weakest one among all of them in terms of his vampiric abilities because he was the youngest. “I can teleport better now. I’ve been practicing. Trust me.” He reassured them and they all nodded.

“Yeosang, the location. Send it to us.” Hongjoong told Yeosang who nodded and closed his eyes. The same address he saw in his vision appeared in all of theirs and they got ready.

“Hyung,” Mingi turned to Yeosang, “Send that place to Soyoung noona and tell her to come and make sure (Y/n) gets to safety.” Yeosang nodded, closing his eyes. “Whatever happens, the goal is to make sure (Y/n) is safe.” They all nodded. Yeosang opened his eyes,

“She knows where to go.” He said. They put their arms on each other’s shoulders, right foot out,

“8 makes 1 team, fighting!” They chanted. They all looked at each other, their arms not leaving their shoulders as the started the process. Their eyes opened to an alleyway, the sound of the nightlife of Gangnam filling their ears.

“Yeosang, mind open.” Mingi told him. “Your telepathy is the strongest out of all of us. If you can see her, tell us. San, the moment Yeosang can pinpoint her location, you and Jongho have to get there first. Jongho you just need to hold them off until we can get there and San’s the fastest out of all of us. We can’t risk teleporting.” He paused to turn to Yeosang who was trying to catch his breath. “Wooyoung, use your nose if you can smell her. Seonghwa, use your ears and listen for her. Hongjoong, you and Yunho haven’t fed yet, right?” He asked. Both of them shook their heads, “Get ready for a feast boys. We might be able to pack ourselves vampire blood.” All of their eyes flashed red with excitement. Seonghwa’s head lifted, his head turning to the outside of the alleyway,

“I hear her.” He quickly ran out of the alley with the others following behind him. He started running down the sidewalk towards your direction.

“We’re getting closer, I can smell her blood.” Wooyoung huffed out, the cold air making it hard for them to breathe properly as they ran.

“Wait, wait, I can see her.” Yeosang stopped running, the rest of them stopping with him. He closed his eyes and all of them saw you in the alley, three vampires surrounding you. Mingi turned to San and he nodded, grabbing Jongho’s wrist and they were gone. The 6 of them ran towards your direction. Mingi could hear your voice in his head, crying out for him in fear before slowly going silent and he was fearing the worst.

They reached the alley to see Jongho holding down two vampires, holding one of them by the wrist and stepping on the other one as San held off the third one.

“You touch my noona one more time and I’ll kill you.” The youngest spat at the one he was holding. Mingi ran past them, finding your pale form sitting on the ground on a melting mount of snow in just your sweater and sweatpants, three pairs bite marks on your arms.

“Fuck, Jagiya.” He fell to his knees, taking off his coat he wrapped it around you and picked you up, turning around to see Soyoung standing in the entrance of the alleyway. She ran over when she saw him carrying you. “Noona, take her to your place.” She nodded, putting you on her back.

“What about you?” She asked.

“It’s about time we get a feeding schedule fixed.” He said, turning around to see Seonghwa slamming one of the vampires against the brick wall repeatedly, blood starting to spurt from his mouth. “Make sure she’s safe.” Soyoung nodded, looking behind herself at you as you watched everything, your eyes barely able to make out what was happening before you were being placed on a couch. Soyoung tucked you under a blanket and went into her kitchen to grab some food for you.

“(Y/n),” Soyoung gently shook you so that you stayed awake, “Don’t fall asleep. Drink this.” She held a glass of milk to your lips and you sipped on it slowly. She held a spoon up, feeding you soup until you felt yourself able to sit up and feed yourself. Your body was shaken up, the metal spoon heavy in your hands. “Do you remember what happened?” She asked, sitting on the couch beside you.

“I remember.” You whispered out since it was the only tone your voice seemed to be able to reach at the moment. “I was on the balcony. I was waiting for Mingi to come home and suddenly I heard glass breaking in the kitchen and stuff moving around the apartment. I turned around and they were coming in my direction and grabbed me. Suddenly I was in the alley and they started biting me and Jongho and San came out of nowhere and Jongho pulled them off of me. It started getting blurry, but I heard Jongho shouting and Mingi was in front of me.” You sipped on the soup, feeling the warmth of it heating up your freezing body. You put the bowl of soup down and wrapped Mingi’s coat around you tighter. “Oh my god, Mingi!” You shot up, stumbling back onto the couch as Soyoung steadied you and sat you onto the couch.

“He’s fine. It’s eight against three.” She reassured you, “He said the goal was getting you safe.” She rubbed your back as you held onto your head, trying to massage away the throbbing headache. The knock on Soyoung’s door made her head over, opening it to reveal Mingi, disheveled and his face covered in blood. “Holy shit, Mingi.” She looked at him in shock but he looked past her and to you.

“(Y/n)!” He pushed past Soyoung and over to you. You pulled your head out of your hands,

“Mingi! What happened to you?!” You gasped at the sight of his bloodied face. Your hands hovering over his face.

“I-I, They were pretty strong. Much more prepared to fight other vampires than we thought but we took care of them.” Soyoung approached you two with a wet rag. You took it out of her hands and gently wiped the blood off of Mingi’s face. With the blood gone you could see the bruises and cuts that scattered his face.

“Oh, Jagiya, you’re beautiful face.” You put the rag on the coffee table and cupped his face.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. That’s all that matters to me.” He pulled you into a hug, his hand brushing your hair gently, “That’s all that matters.” He pulled away from you, “Can you rest here for a while? I need to go and make sure the others are okay.” You nodded as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, to your nose and finally on your lips before he stood up and headed over to Soyoung.

“What happened? Are the others okay?” She asked.

“They’re packing up the blood. We’re going to feed off of that for the next few months.” He said.

“Can I ask how the fight went?”

“Well, Seonghwa slammed the first guy into the wall until he was coughing up so much blood and Yunho punched him to death. Jongho, uhh, he may be the youngest but he kinda smashed the second guy’s face in with a brick and the third guy got beat up by all of us.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Wow, Jongho used a brick?” Soyoung was shocked. Imagining their maknae smashing someone’s face in with a brick wasn’t exactly the thing you’d imagine when you baby someone.

“Actually he used his fist first and I’m pretty sure that was enough to break a few bones. I’ll tell you, you do not want to fuck with people Jongho care about.” He sucked in his breath through his teeth, “Can you just make sure (Y/n)’s okay? I really don’t want to leave her but I need to make sure the others are okay. It’s my fault they got into this mess anyway.” She nodded,

“She just needs food, water and some rest and she should be perfectly fine.” She opened the door to let him and he gave her a hug,

“Thank you so much, noona.” She closed the door and sat beside you as you feed yourself more of the soup.

“Unnie, where’d you get this soup. It’s really good.” You asked her.

“I made it myself. If my boyfriend comes over and I need to feed I make him eat this after. It’s supposed to replenish your red blood cells.” She smiled at you. “Feeling any better?” You nodded at her,

“Thank you for this, unnie.” You put the bowl down to turn to her. She pulled you in for a hug,

“Vampires look out for each other and we look out for each other’s loved ones.” She pulled away and smiled at you, “We’re loyal and we would die to protect each other.” You smiled back at her as she helped you lie down, “Just get some rest, (Y/n). You need it.”

“What are we going to do?” Yeosang asked as they all watched you from the kitchen.

“What else can we do? Those idiots didn’t do it properly.” Seonghwa sighed. “This is why I was so angry at Mingi. What if this had happened because of him?” He threw his arms up in the air but received super pissed off looks from his members, making him cross his arms and he heard Soyoung’s voice in his head telling him to shut up. Mingi busted into Soyoung’s apartment and looked around as all of his group members were there, Soyoung leaning over her kitchen counter with her head in her hands. He went to her,

“It’s not true.” He looked at her with guilt etched on his face. “Noona, it can’t be true.” She turned around to look at him and the look on her face was enough for him to know.

“Mingi, all the signs were there. She was,” She paused, trying to console herself and lowered her voice, “She was dead this morning, Mingi. I checked her pulse, I flashed my flashlight in her eyes. She had no pulse, her eyes weren’t reacting. I was about to call you but she woke up and if it wasn’t true she wouldn’t look like that.” She ran a hair through her hair and let out a deep sigh. He went over to you and crouched in front of you,

“Jagiya,” He gently pulled your hands off of your face and his face broke at the sight of you. The red eyes. The fangs that poked out from under your lip. The vampires that tried feeding on you did it wrong. You ended up turning. “Oh no.” He pulled you into a hug, “This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to turn into a vampire.” He whispered into your ear. You could feel his tears wetting your already tear stained cheeks as he pressed his cheek against yours. The others just watched, not knowing what else to do.

“This means we need to keep a closer eye on her now.” Yeosang sighed.

“We’ll need to train her too.” Yunho pursed his lips, “There’s barely any time. We leave for tour in like a month.”

“Does that mean she’ll have to come with us? We can’t leave her here she’ll die on her own.” San spoke up.

“The only way we can keep her safe is to bring her on tour with us. That way we can make sure she’s safe, well fed and will have time to discover her abilities.” Wooyoung said, leaning on the counter with his elbow.

“Mingi,” You sniffled, “I’m scared.” You whimpered out.

“I know, Jagiya. I know.” He brushed your hair, “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m so sorry, (Y/n). I’m so sorry.” He pulled away and looked at you in the eyes. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, “There’s no way we can reverse it.” He turned to Soyoung, who gave him a sad look. She nodded when she heard his voice in her head and picked up the mug on the counter, heading over to hand it to him. “If you don’t drink it now you’ll die. It’s a human’s.” You took the mug from his hands, feeling more tears slide down your face as you looked inside. Your hand was shaking as you brought the mug to your lips, slowly drinking the blood. It was thick and warm as it slid down your throat, the metallic taste filling your mouth.

“God, this hurts to watch.” You heard Jongho mutter. You pulled the mug away from your mouth, feeling your body starting to relax and you felt the fangs in your mouth slowly slide up your gums. But you lowered your head and started to cry harder. Mingi pulled you into him again, holding you against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, it was fast, frantic. His body was shaking more than yours.

“I’m so sorry this happened. I never expected it to happen like this. I thought if you would have ever wanted to turn, I would be the one to turn you.” He kissed your forehead. “You have to follow us on tour. I can’t leave you here on your own.” You nodded, feeling a small sense of relief wash over you at the thought of Mingi being by your side to guide you. Your crying ceased and you finally caught your breath.

“I need to be with you.” Mingi took the mug out of your hands and placed it on the coffee table. “It’s okay, Mingi. As long as I have you and everyone else, I should be fine.” You smiled at him through your puffy and bloodshot eyes, making him smile softly. “Look at the bright side. Now that we’re both vampires, we can spend eternity together.” You joked. His smile widened,

“That’s true.” He pulled you into for another hug, pressing a kiss to your soft lips.

“Does this mean (Y/n) noona is coming on tour with us?” Jongho spoke up. You turned to him and nodded. His face lit up, “Oh you’re gonna have so much fun. You’ll get to watch us perform live and get to see us during interviews and, and,” Hongjoong placed a hand on his shoulder,

“Calm down, Jongho. There’s a lot she needs to take in right now.” He gave him a look and Jongho nodded.

“You know, if you want I can train you to dance. Then that way you can join the crew and dance backup with us. At least that way if you need to work, following us on your won’t be a problem since you’re working for us.” Soyoung offered. You nodded at her,

“I’d like that.” You smiled, turning back to Mingi, “I’d really like that.” Mingi cupped your face in his hands and you saw the cuts that scattered his face, “Jagiya, your face is all beat up because of me.” You sighed as you gently ran your finger over the scar on his forehead.

“It’s worth it. I told you if I ever needed to fight for you, I’ll fight for you.”

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The tractor part two

Zeb cruised down the main street of Snag Toe, a not-so-bustling metropolis that was only a skip and a hop away from the Trodd family farm. Puggles lay back in his reclined seat, picking his nose and flicking his findings into the wind.

“I told you to STOP DOING THAT!” Zeb popped his cousin across the chops with the back of his hand. “If one of those gets on me I’m gonna choke you out!”

Puggles cackled. He sat up in his seat and watched a jumble-shrub blow across the road. There were no vehicles hovering by the curbs or krauntaun mounts tugging at their hitching posts. Everything was quiet. A lone drifter clad in beaten leather fueled his speeder bike at a dark fuel station. He turned onto the street without looking in the opposite direction and headed for Transitway Nineteen East. A solitary bantha in a paddock across the road lowed plaintively as she watched him go, her long tongue stretched out in his direction of travel. All the shops–including Gurvis’s Tractor and Farm Supply– were closed. The windows of the shops were concealed by plate-metal shades, like the eyelids of sleeping lasats.

“Welp, looks like evrry’thang is closed.”

“It’s only an hour and a half to mid-sun!” Zeb said.

Puggles scratched his hairy chin. “Wunner if this has sumthin to do wit the elly-mentry school carnival? Old Gurvis volunteers fer the milk bottle toss erry year, an Mizz Clapp, y’ know, the sundry shop owner, sells tickets. Yup, pract’ly the whole damn town gets involved.”

Zeb palmed his face. “ WHY didn’t you mention this BEFORE?”

“I unno. Jus’ slipped m’ mind. Oh well. Guess we has to go back home.”

“No. No, I promised pa I’d help him fix the tractor today.”

Puggles sighed. He lit a cigarette and took a drag. “Well if you insist. We kin turn left at thee stop and head on over to Needlesap. They got a tractor parts store there too.”

Zeb thought for a moment.

“Nuh-uh. Needlesap has all those crazies who were released from the mental hospital. Oh. Heh. Sorry Puggles, no offense. Besides, it’s where all the Lunxx boys hang out. I don’t feel like saving your scrawny tail today.”

“Save mah tail? Shheeeoot. . . I kin hold my own with them blinked-milk-suckin’ moon-calfs.”

Zeb laughed. “Whatever you say, Puggles.” The big purple lasat stretched his arms over the steering yoke and rest his head on them. His ear twitched.

“What iz yew doin’? Gettin’ sum shut-eye’?”

“No. I’m thinking, and. . . I think I have an idea. How long has it been since you’ve visited the capital?”

“Amethyst City?”

“No. The other capital.” Duh.” “Of course Amethyst City!”

Puggles’ brown face twisted. “I’d rather suck on the business end of a lightsaber! Or scrawl m’ name acrost a Mandy-lorry-an’s helm! Hells, I’d rather go skinny-dippin’ wid a love-sick dianoga than go to thee blasted capital!”

“So you really don’t wanna go?”

“No!” Why would I? Place is fulla ijits. Dandy lads an’ snooty gals and polly-tish-ans and such.”

“There’s lots of nice lasats too.”

I heard there wuz staurmtroopers there. An’ guards all a’suited in red.”

“Well, yes, but that was over two dust seasons ago.” Zeb said, a small crease forming over his brow. “The Empire wants fealty.That’s why the Emperor has sent envoys over the last couple years. Same thing happened when the Separatists and the Republic were vying for our support. Lasan isn’t interested in any political affiliation other than its own.”

“White and red. Bone and blood.” Puggles intoned.”That’s what Mossy said. Bone and blood.”

Zeb rolled his eyes. “ I think Mossy’s been eating too many toadstools.”

“Mebbe so. But he’s a witch’s son. Sometimes he has the mindsight. You member that.”

Zeb’s eyes shifted to the floorboard of the speeder. He looked at his feet. His prehensile toes kneaded the warm, plastoid-sheathed metal. Puggles’ worries were his as well, though he would never admit it.

“Capital’s two hours away. We better get going. I want to get pa’s tractor up and running today so he can get an early start tomorrow morning.”

“Land a’ muddlin’. Fine. Let’s git a move on.”

The big city filled Puggles with a combination of loathing and excitement.

There was nary a field nor hollow nor tree to be seen, save the topiary monstrosities growing from large bronzium planter boxes lining the streets.

Massive domes and tall conical buildings competed with one another for space, corrupting the natural skyline of purple mountains beyond. Sheer crystal sidewalks tinged lavender and green fronted a myriad of shops for blocks and blocks on end. Lasats in colorful attire bustled about like bees in a hive, their servant droids walking behind them, shopping wagons in tow..

Zeb entered a round-about on one busy street. In the middle was a statue of a heroic-looking female. Her quadranium arm was raised, a large bo-rifle in her grip. The sun glinted off her tattered uniform and one bared breast.

Puggles' eyes widened three sizes. “Did yew see that? Her tiddy is showin’! Whoo-wee. . . and it’s a nice un’!

“Be respectful, Puggles. That’s Shaddis Rrochious. She was a highly-skilled warrior and martyr who perished in the barbarian wars.”

“A warrior huh? Sheeeoot, she could shock me wid that ‘lectric rifle any time.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her spirit that when I’m in temple. Oh, and by the way, there’s a great statue of Firuz in front of the Warrior Council building. We should bring Jenni next time. I’m sure she would admire the bulge in his-

“All right all right. Point taken.” Puggles turned and looked back. “I’m sorry Miss Shaddis! Please ‘cept a Southern boy’s humble ‘pology!”

They continued on down the street. Colorful, high-definition holograms flashed in the fancier shop windows, advertising the wares inside. The colors danced across the hood of Zeb’s speeder. Puggles’ whistled through his teeth.

“I ain’t been here since I wuz a lil’ sapling. Don't ‘member any of this crap.”

“Are you sure you could see over the dashboard?” Zeb threw back his head and laughed.

“Go fuck yerself.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist.” The big lasat covered his mouth with his hand and snickered.

Puggles hmmmf’ed. “I’ve been off planet and I never seen a sinners paradise like dis.”

“You keep on bounty hunting and I’m sure you will. Maybe you’ll get lucky and be offered a job in Coruscant.”

“ Lucky. Oh yeah, sure. Thee lower levels of Coruscant iz a killers’ paradise.”

Puggles changed the subject.“Where is we going t’ git the doodad for pa’s tractor?”

Zeb smiled proudly. “Just so happens I have access to the parts depot near the guards barracks.”

Puggles went silent, as if he was in a trance. He blinked his eyes. A wicked smile unfurled across his face.

“That means yew has access t’ the munitions depot too. Don’t yew?”

Zeb’s hands shifted nervously on the steering yoke.

“N-no. Of course not. I’m not authorized to go in there.”

“Yew iz lying cuzz. I kin always tell. Yer nose gits all pink and twitchy. Course It don’t happen much, since yew is such an honest soul.”

“As opposed to you.”

“Yep, as ‘posed t’ me.” Puggles raised and lowered his brows in quick succession. Goading his younger cousin.

Zeb stopped at a signal. Three attractive older females with fantastically coiffed hair crossed the street in front of him. All three were walking tiny, white-furred oorvarks with gemstone encrusted collars.They waved and lowered their eyelids in a flirtatious manner. When they were out of ear-shot Zeb turned to face Puggles and grabbed up the front of his shirt.

“Let’s get one thing straight. . . CUZZ. This isn’t a fireworks buying expedition. There’ll be no bombs, no thermal detonators, no percussion grenades, no flares, no flash-bangers , no detonite, and no rocket launchers! NOTHING!”

Puggles pulled back and brushed off the front of his old flannel shirt.

“ Of all thee in-dig-nitties! I swear Zebediah, military life has made yew as ornery as a croaker eel!! I just wanted a little sooveneer.”

“I’ll buy you a tee-shirt.”

Puggles mumbled under his breath. How dare his little cousin treat him like some kind of infant cub! He had half a mind to throw a fit, one that would embarrass Zeb to his core.

The speeder approached a busy establishment named the Tooth and Claw. It looked warm and inviting with its polished wood balistrades and stairs. A brawny male wearing the same type of skin-suit that Zeb wore had another male in a tight headlock out front. The trapped male didn’t seem distressed in any way. He laughed as he went to his knees and flipped his assailant over his shoulder. Both lasats stood up and patted each other on the back then lifted their huge ale mugs from a small table to the side of the stairs. Puggles clapped his hands and licked his parched lips.

“It’s a bar Zeb! Pull over! I could really use a beer!”

“Oh, I don’t know Puggles. You’ve been drinking a lot lately.”

“What iz yew, mah ma?”

“No. I just worry about you that’s all. Besides, we don’t have time.”

“We have time fer one beer!”

Zeb knew if he didn’t give in, his cousin would continue to harp about the weapons depot. He listened to the crowd inside the establishment. Clinking glass and raucous laughter spilled out the doorway. The laughing turned to cheering. It was the toeball finals, and Zeb knew that some of his mates were inside. He looked at Puggles who was practically salivating.

“Okay. First of all, here in the Capital, it’s called a pub. Second, ONE beer. Then we leave. I think I should warn you. There are some first-year honor guards in there. Like me. They get pretty rowdy. Especially when they’re watching sports.”

“I hate sports.”

“Yeeeah, maybe don’t mention that.”

Zeb parked the speeder around back. He and Puggles stretched their legs and headed for the front door. As soon as they entered the pub, a whole table of green skin-suited males jumped up, whooping and hollering.

“Hey it’s good old Orrelios! ”

“The Zebster!”

“What’s up Zebby?”

“Come over here mate! The Shocktown Royals are knocking the stripes off the Burrndock Howlers!!”

Zeb waved. Puggles was off like a rocket before his cousin could make introductions. He jumped up onto the bar’s foot-rail–squeezing between two big graybeards smoking their pipes–and banged on the wood planked bar.

“ Anyone here? Someone pour me a cold one! No foam now, ye hear?”

The tender stepped out of the shadow. She was almost eight feet tall and as wide as the two graybeards combined. Her hair was an enormous blue bush and her chin was as square as a box. A dark mole stood out on her right lower cheek like a bullet wound. The cobalt stripes on her impressive biceps were as wide as one of Puggles’ legs. A fat cigar dangled from her lower lip.

“Didja say something, love?” She said in a surprisingly pleasant voice.

Puggles stared up at her boulder-sized breasts and lava-hued eyes and let out a gasp of genuine admiration. He fluffed out his jaw fringes.

“Great Bearded One! If yew ain’t the most stunning creature of thee female sex I’ve seen in this blasted city! Howz about yew pour me a cold one an we kin step out back for a spell.”

Panicking, Zeb and two of his mates rushed the bar. ‘Tiny Teeks’ the bartender picked up a heavy glass mug. She looked like she was planning to smash Puggles’ in the mouth.

“I don’t like blokes funnin’ with me, Short-shanks!” She said.

“I ain’t funnin’ you Big Blue! I likes what I sees!”

The square-jawed female looked at Zeb, who had a pleading look in his eyes. She put down the mug. “Orrelios, ye came in with this little squirt. Is he for real?”

“Unfortunately he is. He fancies himself a ladies-male. He’s my uhh. . well you see, he ah..that is, me and him are. . .

“Cousins, Teeks!” One of Zeb’s squadmates–a few-years older male named Gron– shouted. “That’s Zebby’s hill-trekker cousin! The one he’s always talking about.”

“Well I’ll be a korsa’s dewlap.” Teeks said with a snicker. “Don't see the family resemblance.”

“Hit cain’t be seen on thee outside gorgeous. Our fam’ly’ semblance iz our love-makin' talents. Iddent that right, Zebadiah? Us Trodds iz natural born kit-magnets!”

“Oh Gods and Ancestors . . .” Zeb blushed while his friends fell on the floor laughing. He wanted nothing more than to shrink down to the size of a flea and disappear into a crack in the wall.

“Puggles, would you shut your-

Zeb didn’t finish his sentence. Horns blared from the holovid player speaker. They were proceeded by the roars of a couple thousand spectators. Lasats in the pub went wild. Teeks jumped up and down and clapped her hands. “GOOOOAAAAAAALLL!!! Oi, did ya see it boyos? Xaniboor’s ball flew into the net faster than a mynock flying out of th’ inferno! GO ROYALS!!”

Teeks picked up Puggles like a rag doll and kissed him on the lips. Then she dropped him and poured him a beer. “There’s more where that came from, love! No no, put away your credits! I’m buying. I don’t know about your special talents, but you sure as dust are a good luck charm!”

“What about me, Teeks?” A dark-faced, yellow-furred guard asked in a whining tone. “I’m your best customer!”

The big female frowned. “Squints, I wouldn’t piss in ye pocket if ye was dying’ of thirst. I heard what y’ said about me! That me arse is bigger than any of the arses in the Capital Zoo.”

“That wasn’t me! It was Bear.”

“Sure, sure. And I’m th’ bleedin’ Queen!”

Puggles puffed out his chest and walked jauntily toward the table where Zeb had re-seated himself. Noticing that there was no chair available for him, he dragged one from the next table over and shoved it between Zeb and another young male. The soldiers were talking–more like gossiping–about what seemed like a very serious incident.

“. . .so she snuck out, again, and met Lorrbskr in the priest’s gardens.”

“I don’t believe that.” Zeb said, shaking his head. “Lorrbskr’s got a good career ahead of him. His whole family is military. He could be General some day.”

Squints made a funny sound with his nose.“You know how the Princess is. Always flirting. Always sneaking out. Getting blokes into trouble is a sport for her.”

“But, her guards. How does she keep giving them the slip?”

“She’s as slick as snot, that one.”

“ Lorrbskr's going before a review committee. Karabast, I wouldn’t want to be in his shin guards.”

Zeb sat back and took a drink of his ale. He burped against his fist.

“You guys are jumping to conclusions. He was probably at the temple to pray for his sick mother. The Princess saw him from her window, climbed out and comforted him. You gotta admit her life has to be pretty boring. She’s not allowed to have a suitor, can’t go anywhere without a chaperone. Hells, the Queen probably picks out her wardrobe and food and everything.”

Puggles rolled his eyes.

“Yew fellers iz thee most borin’ stiffs I’ve ever met. Gossiping like a flock a’ hens. I’m gonna go play spinner darts.”

“You do that.” Zeb growled.

The little lasat ditched his chair and padded up to the bar. Teeks had a cold one waiting for him.

“Ye really should have some of the stout. It’ll hit ye in a most pleasant way.” She said, winking one orange eye.

“Darlin’, if beer was meant t’ be warm ittid be served in a soup bowl.”

Zeb watched Squints shuffle a nudie sabbacc deck.

“You in?” The yellow and brown lasat grinned.

“Sorry, no. We can only stay for a little while. Gotta get a part for my adoptive father’s tractor then drive back to Needlesap County before it gets dark.”

“No pressure mate. Hey uh, Zebby, me and the boys were meaning to ask you something.”

The other young guards turned away from the toeball game and stared at Zeb.

“What?”

“You know Captain Zanku is going to retire soon. Do you think you might try to claim his position?”

The purple lasat widened his eyes. He visibly swallowed. “ Me? Captain? I dunno. I mean I’ve thought about it. Maybe years down the road.”

“Come on. You'd make a great one! Right boys? That would be wiz! You as our Captain!”

Everyone nodded in excited agreement.

“Mnnn. The trials though. I’d have to get in top shape. Physically and mentally.”

“What are you talking about? You’re already there! Strong as a gnapstrup and sharp as a dirk. You passed your first trials with flying colors. Hells, you know more about military history than Zanku himself.”

Zeb put his hand behind his head and rubbed his neck. “Yeah. He made me regret correcting him on the dates of The Battle of Kisgothi.”

“Latrine duty sucks nodge-gobs doesn’t it?”

“Sure as shit does!”

The two lasats laughed until tears came to their eyes.

Gron slapped Zeb on the shoulder. “You got my vote, Orrelios. Karabast, you’ve got all our votes.” He raised his mug and the others at the table did the same.

Everyone in the pub clapped their hands over their ears when an ear-splitting shriek sounded high above the din. A surge of ugly, gray-green smoke boiled out of the back room. Puggles Trodd bolted through the smoke, his ears flat and his eyes enormous.

“Zeb! Let’s go!!” He screeched as he bounded across table-tops.

“Puggles? Is- is that one of your smoke screamers?”

“Stop wid thee questions and run!” Puggles shouted drunkenly.

“Why?”

“Y’ know a big dude wid a gray cape and a green bo-rifle?

“Yeah. That’s our Captain.”

“Well, I hit him in thee forehead wit a dart. Right smack tween th’ eyes. Don’ worry, he’s still kickin’.’”

Zeb’s eye twitched. As his friends ran for the door, he grabbed Puggles, threw him over his shoulder and sprinted outside. He tossed the little lasat into his speeder’s passenger seat and leapt into his own. The engines roared to life. Zeb floored the accelerator, fishtailing, then careening out into the street. He banged on the steering yoke.

“I knew it. I knew something like this would happen!” He turned in his seat and watched pub patrons spill out onto the sidewalk, coughing and clutching their pained ears. He hoped beyond hope that his friends would keep Puggles’ identity a secret.

“That’s it. We’re getting the part and we’re out of here! I am never taking you to the Capital again as long as I live!”

Puggles crossed his arms and grumped.

“Suits me jus’ fine. I nebber wanted t’ come here in the first place. Stupid dart. Spinner must’a been warped.”

“The only thing that’s warped is you!” Zeb snarled, so venomously it made Puggles start.

“How much did you have to drink back there? Hmm? Five, six?”

“ Seven. I din’ pay for them if that’s what’s eatin’ ya. I still has all my money.”

“Karabast! I don’t care about the blasted money!”

Puggles slammed his small fist on the dash. “Honestly Zeb, I cain’t fer the life a’ me figger you out. Why is yew is so bowed up?”

Zeb chewed his lip. His anger swelled anew.

“ Because you’re a disgusting alcoholic and you refuse to see it!”

There came an uncomfortable silence. The gentle thrum of the speeder’s engine sounded like a roar in Zeb’s ears.

Shocked and hurt, Puggles turned over in his seat. His body was slumped against the door and his ears were drooping. A minute went by before he spoke. His voice was devoid of emotion.

“Yew jus’ keep on beein’ perfect Zeb. Show us pathetic losers what it’s like t’ be a livin’ god.”

Yeeeah, hopefully it will take me less than sixteen weeks to put up part three.

#Zeb Orrelios fan story #Puggles trodd #slice of life #star wars rebels related-ish #lasat #honor guards

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